The peaks and loops, the flowers and leaves are full of eyes, and the countless streams shuttle under the lush and hurried trees, and the cool air is filled with a faint fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed and happy. In the depths of the valley, there are many attics in the distance, some lying among the flowers, some towering on the shore of a small lake, and some embedded in the mountain cliffs, so it can be said that every house is built in a place of great charm.

On the top of the highest mountain, the water of the Pingchuan River poured down from a thousand feet in the sky, forming a small clear lake in the valley. There is a huge waterwheel in the lake, which is slowly turning under the impact of the current.

The green mountains and green waters, the perfect combination of flowers and trees and pavilions in the staggering of the strange, like a famous painting sketched by the heavens and human beings, this is Yang Yi's immersive feeling of the Valley of Flowers.

Yang Yi feels that if there is no strife, spending leisure in this valley will be a kind of enjoyment that can make people feel life.

However, where there are people, there must be fights, this is the law of the ages, when Liu Huayuan's parents wanted to be white-headed in this valley, but unfortunately they still did not escape the shackles of the world. Since the founding of the Liuhua Yuan, this place has been destined to no longer be a pure land outside the world.

Yang Yi led the two white-clothed swordsmen into the depths of the Valley of Flowers, Yang Yi was a little distracted by the intoxicating scenery in front of him, but the two white-clothed swordsmen frowned and looked around.

"Husband..."The woman in Tsing Yi who was walking behind called, her words full of caution.

The white-clothed swordsman had a solemn face, and when he heard the reminder of the woman in Tsing Yi, he nodded lightly to indicate that he understood.

"Stop!" The white-clothed swordsman looked at Yang Yi in front of him and said coldly.

Yang Yi turned around when he heard this, only to see the white-clothed swordsman staring at him with cold eyes and said, "Say, what's the matter." ”

Yang Yi felt the extremely oppressive killing intent on the white-clothed swordsman, and there was no doubt that as long as he didn't answer the right two sentences, the white-clothed swordsman would kill himself without hesitation.

The two looked at each other, and the air seemed to condense at this moment.

"Whoosh! ~~" At this moment, there was a sound of a sharp blade breaking through the air, and in the blink of an eye, a silver light had rushed to the front of the white-clothed swordsman on horseback.

The white-clothed swordsman frowned, without the slightest panic, his body leaned back slightly, and the white light grazed his collar and ran over, "Poof! "It was a sharp iron bolt that plunged deep into the side of the mountain wall.

didn't wait for its white-clothed swordsman to stop, and immediately it was "whoosh!" With a few breaking sounds, countless iron cable arrows flew towards the white-clothed swordsman from the top of the mountain on the right.

Seeing this, the white-clothed swordsman and the woman in Tsing Yi did not hesitate for a moment, turned over and jumped off the horse one after the other, and hid to the side.

Yang Yi, who was standing in front, didn't even think about it, a donkey rolled around, rolled into the flower field next to the road in embarrassment, and nested his body behind the ridge.

The white-clad swordsman avoided the rope, but their horses were doomed, and they were pierced by several rope arrows. The aching horse screamed and tried to run away, but the two ends of the iron rope and arrows were connected and the horse was completely immobilized on the ground, which looked extremely cruel.

"Oh~!!" At this moment, several roars were heard from above the valley, and a dozen or so figures were seen sliding down the iron ropes nailed to the cliff.

The white-clothed swordsman saw that his foal was dead, and he was particularly angry, and he raised his hand to pull out the ring knife on his back, stepped forward in two steps and shouted, the long knife fell in response, and a finger-thick iron rope was cut off by him. When he got up again, he was able to move enough internal force and another iron cable broke in response.

The iron rope was broken, and the people on the two iron cables had no strength, and they fell straight from the sky and planted into a hundred flowers, from which they were silent.

But in a matter of moments, the rest of the people on the zipline were already in front of them. The group jumped down from the iron rope, and without saying much, they all sacrificed their blades to kill the two white-clothed swordsmen.

Yang Yi, who was nested in the ridge, only listened to the sound of countless soldiers intersecting above, and the white-clothed swordsman laughed angrily: "Haha! Where do the ants come from, dare to come to the Valley of Flowers to spread wild! Madam, you and I have not competed for a long time, and today we will compare whether your sword is faster or my sword is faster. ”

The woman in Tsing Yi smiled and said, "Yes!" After that, the thin sword in the hand of the woman in Tsing Yi suddenly became faster, and people couldn't even see where the sword was, but could only see the sword shadows running around, although it seemed light and ethereal, but every person in the sword was covered with countless sword marks, as if it had been slashed by countless swords.

Seeing this scene, the white-clothed swordsman was not far behind, and the ring knife in his hand burst out, one move and one style were strong and powerful, and sometimes the other party was cut in two with weapons with a knife, and the power was terrifying.

The high level of martial arts of these two people not only surprised Yang Yi, but also caught the group of sneak attackers off guard, but in a stick of incense, when Yang Yi crawled out of the ridge, more than a dozen sneak attackers fell to the ground.

"Pa~~Pap~~" Suddenly, there was a sound of clapping in the depths of the valley, although the sound was far away, but I don't know why it sounded like gongs and drums, and the sound was in the ears.

"Haha... If you want it! What a gentleman's sword, if the sword! It really lives up to its name! ”

The white-clothed swordsman couple and Yang Yi looked up, only to see a person standing on a cliff in the middle of the valley, that person was wearing a cloth monk's robe, wearing a horn crown on his head, and a stream of corn Buddha beads on his chest, looking like a monk, but it was very different from the monks in the Central Plains.

The white-clothed swordsman withdrew the long knife from its scabbard, stared at the man on the cliff and said, "Where is the thief, what are you doing in my Flower Valley?" ”

The monk said with a smile: "I have heard that the Flower Valley is a famous sect of great light, but there is no hospitality, so the little monk has to come in and ask for a cup of tea by himself." ”

"The thief is arrogant!" The white-clothed swordsman turned to his wife and said, "Madam, let's go up!" ”

On the side, Yang Yi couldn't see that the two white-clothed swordsmen were really stupid people, so he hurriedly reminded: "Brother Tai! That's the Fierce Man! ”

The white-clothed swordsman froze and looked at Yang Yi suspiciously: "Fierce people? ”

Yang Yi nodded and said, "There may be a lot of people on the other side, so you need to be careful." ”

"Who are you?" The white-clothed swordsman had already seen that Yang Yi was not a disciple in the Valley of Flowers at all.

Yang Yi hugged his fists and said: "Sit down as a disciple of Master Pukong of Jiuxiao Mountain Villa!" The tutor heard that the fierce people wanted to be unfavorable to the Valley of Flowers, so he sent a special dispatch to help. ”

Hearing that Yang Yi was Pukong's apprentice, the white-clothed swordsman was quite surprised: "You are the disciple of the Pukong monk?" ”

"It's like a fake!"

The white-clothed swordsman looked at Yang Yilai curiously again, and found that Yang Yi had nothing special except for being handsome, so he immediately smiled and said: "Then I have thanked Pukong for the kindness of the people in the Flower Valley, but the matter in my valley has been solved since I was my disciple, and I don't need outsiders to help." ”

After speaking, he hugged Yang Yiyi's fist, and strode towards the cliff in front of him with the woman in Tsing Yi.