Under the shadow of the moon, the three huge Dharma Statues were so frightened that the white-clothed monks who rushed over were stunned, this ...... Who invited this God? The law is like a god who has fallen into the world, and at the same time as Yang Fan's angry eyes opened, his aura skyrocketed in an instant.

Frightened, Ziyang took a few steps back.

"Where's your Immortal Wind Dao Bone? What about your domineering? Yang Fan stood up, wounds all over his body making him look like a corpse that had come out of hell. The whole body was glued together with blood scabs.

"Don't come here, I'm a real person from Longhu Mountain. It's sealed by the Holy One, and you can't kill me. "Under such three gods, without support, Ziyang is no different from an old man who has half his foot in the coffin. Ziyang could see that inviting the gods was definitely not something that ordinary innate realms could do, so he was afraid, afraid that he would really fall here.

Emperor Donghua was the first to make a move, and with a hook in his hand, the tiger shadow was directly extinguished, like dust.

Syllable!

Yang Fan slapped Ziyang Lao Dao to the ground with one palm, and his body shook. With his knees on Ziyang's chest, he grabbed his neck and said coldly, "I never ...... Don't talk a word of nonsense with dogs. "Please, Yang Fan's strength seems to have touched the edge of the innate realm, and he barely has the strength to fight with Ziyang Old Dao.

Yang Fan punched him in the face, Ziyang Lao Dao's mouth was full of broken teeth, and he was about to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but the broken teeth choked his throat, and he could only whine. The cheekbones were dented.

Bang!

Ziyang Lao Dao fell to the ground like a broken paper kite, his face was blue and purple, and blood overflowed wildly in his mouth.

The bloody scene shocked the white-clothed monk in the distance, and he looked at the young man lying on the boulder in disbelief, and muttered, "When did the innate realm become so fragile? ”

Qingfeng raised his eyebrows. The black robe sliced across his neck, cutting off one of his white whiskers.

"Distraction is a big no-no. Next time, it won't be a beard. ”

"Ziyang!"

Huang Ding Lao Dao and Fu Chen Lao Dao rushed over, and the white-clothed monk directly blocked the way of the two.

"Get out of here!"

The two veterans were red-eyed. Shoot directly at the white-clothed monk. Longhu Mountain, this one can't afford to lose, if it is damaged again, the grand occasion of Longhu Mountain will be gone.

"Alas. Or will I die at my hands? ”

Ancient road west wind thin horse.

The road is an ancient road, the wind is not a west wind, and the horse is indeed a thin horse.

Due to the hurry, I haven't even changed my costume.

……

……

Two hours ago

The rain is falling, and the city of Fengxiang Mansion ushers in a new rain.

The old locust tree behind the theater dropped its last leaf in the wind and rain. The rich minister stood in front of the door. He hesitated to knock and receive, but finally knocked on the door.

Tuk-tuk.

The raindrops were not big, falling from the eaves and dripping on the bluestone slabs in front of the court, making a small splash in the original small stone pit. There was no sound in the house, and Fu Zhixiang said openly: "Sir, do you still sing at night?" ”

There was still no sound in the room.

Fu Xianggong hesitated for a long time, "Mr. has not returned for a long time these days, and those who support Mr. are a little emotional. It's not that I didn't give you a head up. The new cream boy has been on the rise very fast lately. ”

Click.

The door opened without warning, and the drunken Cliff held a black object and looked at the falling rain.

"Sir, ......" Fu Xianggong felt a little strange. But he couldn't say anything, "You drink?" In his impression, men don't drink at all. Even during the New Year's holidays, I just drink some rice stuff. Never touch alcohol.

The rain was a little dense, and the man took the oil-paper umbrella in the left hand of the rich minister. Push it away by inertia and walk towards the rain. seemed to feel that it was a little inappropriate to leave the rich Xianggong in the cold here, so he paused and turned his head to the side a little, "Hu Qi, I may not come to sing in the future." ”

"Huh? Sir, what's the matter? Isn't there anything difficult? Mr? Mr! The rich minister was so anxious that he chased after him. The raindrops hit his shiny face as if it weren't in the water at all. In such a hurry, the clothes fell to the puddles and were stained with mud.

The man did not give him a chance to stay and disappeared into the rain.

The rich Xianggong stood in place in a daze, and said stupidly: "He...... How did it disappear ......" may still not react, he seems to feel that everything is because of the hallucinations caused by not sleeping well in the past few days, and his right hand patted his face. Idiot stood in the rain and didn't speak for a long time.

The man came on horseback and looked at Yang Fan.

But because of the sound of the horse's hooves, the law was directly erased step by step, and the horses walked in a casual step, looking around, with no spirituality.

"Originally, it was just to borrow a knife to kill people, but I didn't expect it to be the person they were looking for, so it's okay, killing you can be regarded as an explanation."

The man got off his horse, dusted off his sleeves, and walked towards Yang Fan. "I really underestimated you, I almost killed Ziyang, if I let you grow up again, I really want to become a second fortune operator."

"Yuran?" The black robe's voice was hoarse, but it spread far away.

"Yo, there are still people who know me, it seems that there are still some old friends in this world. Which one are you? The man flicked his sleeves, as if he was not in a hurry to kill, but squatted next to the body of the Ziyang Daoist.

"Tsk, you're really miserable. This black cauldron of the weakest innate realm that was killed by the acquired realm, it seems that you have to carry it. Xizi shook his head and gently placed his hand on Ziyang's neck.

"Yuran, you madman!"

Ziyang's eyes widened, and his last breath choked in his throat. In fact, it was not that he was weak, but that the phantom of the Emperor of Donghua was too strong, and it seemed to be a sword that flirted with the sky, and he had no discipline, but it made him suffer a heavy blow and shatter his shape. If you can survive, most of your cultivation will be greatly retreated.

Xi Lan looked at the starry sky and said with a smile: "It's still raining in Fengxiang Mansion." I just won't be singing tonight. I'll sing one more song. His hand slowly strengthened, and he whispered in his mouth: "The stone bridge is drizzling, and in the painting boat, who is the Yiren." Grind the foundation, hold the pen and outline the eyebrows. The sound of the piano turned, leaving the soul night, and the flowers fell all over the ground. Reminiscence, stained with clouds and frost and thin shirts. ”

"Seems to be drunk, look, Langya Golden Feather; The rhythm of the music begins, and the nightingale cries at the beginning. ”

Ziyang lost his breath, and his pupils began to drift. The limbs are unloaded, and the skull droops. Yuran casually threw the corpse aside, raising a puff of smoke and dust, which then slowly fell.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

He is already very old, but his face is as smooth as Zhu Qi. Their generation, Zhu Qi and Xi Lan, is a confused generation and a declining generation, so that on the rivers and lakes, when it comes to peerless masters, the older generation, including themselves, will still drift their thoughts to the generation of Shang Kuchang and Xia Shu.

As for the small shrimp in the rivers and lakes, it is a sigh, in this era, there is no longer such a peerless master.

They were suppressed for an era. (To be continued......)