When Xuan Jing came out of that small restaurant, he had been following his father closely, but when he looked up unconsciously, he found that his father was gone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The streetscape of the alley is gone! There was a thick fog all around, and Xuan Jing couldn't see anything. He shouted loudly, but found that he could not speak.

Xuan Jing thought it was a dream, but where was there such a real dream. Biting the tip of my tongue, the pain in my heart is not a dream.

Could it be that a ghost is hitting the wall? It's not like it, I've never done anything wrong, I haven't even peeked at Yahuan Xiaoque's bath, what ghosts will find on my body.

Although Xuan Jing learned a lot of superior martial arts, he was just a child after all, and he lost his father at this time, and he was lost again, so he couldn't help but be scared, so he almost cried on the spot.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano sounded all around! It is the sound of the pipa, although Xuanbu is not a master of music, but the rich children of Diji have to learn some palace merchants and horns. I usually like to listen to some tunes to relieve boredom.

But at this time, there was a dark fog all around, there was not even a ghost around him, and suddenly the sound of the fluttering piano sounded, but it seemed extremely cold and terrifying, and Xuanbu felt that his body exploded with pimples. The sound of the lute sounded as chilling as a ghost knocking on the door.

And the sound of this pipa is very weird, Xuanbu pricked up his ears, and he couldn't tell where the sound came from. At first, the voice was very slow, and it was just frightening.

Gradually, the sound of this lute became faster and faster. Wrong! Xuan Jing found that his heart was beating with the rhythm of the pipa. The pipa is getting faster and faster, and one of his hearts is also adjusting faster and faster, Xuan Jing hurriedly closed his mouth, for fear that a heart would jump out of his mouth.

The melody grew sharper and sharper, like the sound of a downpour falling down the streets. Xuan Jing's chest rose and fell sharply, and he could no longer control the frequency of his heartbeat, so he could only squat on the ground and gasp for breath.

If it weren't for Xuan Bu's practice of the Heart Burning Technique, his heart strength was far better than that of ordinary people, and I am afraid that he would have been dead on the spot at this time.

Xuan Jing felt that his eyes were getting more and more blurry, and he was gradually unable to see anything clearly. He stretched out his hand and waved aimlessly, his heart was full of fear of death, did he die like this, he was still so young. has not been like his father in the court to scold hundreds of officials and make contributions. Nor did he write books and preach to future generations, as the masters in the imperial palace did. I didn't even see Yahuan Xiaoque taking a bath next to her.

The closer a person is to death, the more he will arouse the desire to live. Xuan Jing stretched out his hands, hoping to catch some life-saving straw.

Inadvertently, Xuan Jing's hand grabbed the Muyun Sword on his waist!

Mu Yunjian was trembling, only Xuan Jing could feel the trembling! It's as if in the scabbard is not a long sword, but a imprisoned dragon!

The power coming from the hilt of the sword shocked Xuan Jing! But it is as precious as a life-saving straw, yes, I still have the Muyun Sword and the Heart Burning Technique! Why throw in the towel?

The sound of the pipa was like a violent wind and rain, urging Xuanjing's heartbeat. Xuan Jing took a sharp breath, straightened his waist, and pulled the Muyun sword out of his belt with the scabbard. Xuan Jing held Mu Yun's sword on the ground, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and supported himself on the pillar like a crutch. Relying on his own mind to forcibly suppress the violent heartbeat.

Just when Xuan Jing felt more and more difficult to support, suddenly, a rhythm that was different from the sound of the pipa flowed in his heart! It was the voice that Huiqin left in Xuanjing's body with Fuxiqin!

Although this rhythm is not as domineering and powerful as the sound of the pipa around it, it is not interrupted at all. At the same time, Xuan Jing felt that the inner breath of the Heart-burning Recipe in his body also began to beat, although his heartbeat was still very rapid, but the sense of oppression like a landslide in his body was not so strong.

Xuan Jing felt that his consciousness was beginning to clear again, and he was slowly able to analyze his current situation. Although I don't know exactly what happened, there is no doubt that I and my father were ambushed by the enemy. And what's worse is that they've been split up by the enemy.

Although the enemy's methods are strange, judging from the skills he has shown so far, he can barely withstand it. Then the father will definitely not be in any danger, as long as he can delay the time and wait until the father is out of trouble and come to the rescue, it will be fine.

Thinking of this section, Xuan Jing's heart settled down a little.

Suddenly, the sound of the lute stopped! Xuan Jing could raise his head slightly and look into the distance. In the fog in the distance, a man in a black cloak appeared, wearing a hood on his face, covering his face, exactly like the man in black he had seen in his dream!

Xuan Jing looked at it blankly, and the man in black was surrounded by a solemn and noble bearing. Xuan Jing had a strong desire to bow down to the other party in his heart, and his waist, which had just straightened up a little, arched down again at this time. If it weren't for the Mu Yun Sword in his hand, I'm afraid he would have already knelt on the ground.

The black-robed man was followed by a veiled woman in white, holding a lute. It seems that the urging sound of the pipa just now was done by this woman.

"You're the one Destiny has chosen? Sure enough, it didn't disappoint me. In a noble and solemn voice, the black-robed man looked at Xuan Jing, "I broke the wheel of fate and forcibly came to see you at this time, just to see what kind of character the Son of Destiny who was chosen by Mu Yunjian was." It's good that you're so young...... Very good! ”

Xuan Jing couldn't understand what the black-robed man said, but under the gaze of the black-robed man, Xuan Jing felt that the pressure on his body was getting heavier and heavier, and he didn't know how long he could hold on, so he couldn't help but kneel at the feet of the black-robed man.

The black-robed man and the white-clothed woman behind him walked towards Xuan Jing step by step, and when he was still three feet away from Xuan Jing, he suddenly stopped.

"Huh!" The black-robed man was a little surprised, he turned his head and quickly exchanged something with the woman in white behind him.

"Child, you are holding the Muyun Sword in your hand, do you want to attack me?" The black-robed man's voice was solemn and sacred.

Xuan Jing didn't answer, for fear that as soon as he opened his mouth, he would lose the true breath that he had so hard to accumulate. Xuan Jing knew that the other party's strength was unfathomable, and now that he was in their hands, there would definitely be no good result. It's just that he still has the Muyun Sword in his hand, why can't he fight once, as long as he can resist his father to come to the rescue, he will have a chance to live.

Since the appearance of the black-robed man, Xuan Jing has been pretending to show weakness, in fact, his hand has been holding the hilt of Mu Yun's sword, feeling the strong pulse of the sword, like the power of a poisonous dragon being held in his hands, what else is there to be afraid of.

It's already very close, with his own Heart-Burning Technique, as well as Mu Yun Sword, if it is within one zhang and the other party is defenseless, he should be able to have a chance!

But now that the black-robed man has seen through his attempt, what should he do? Is it begging for mercy or begging for mercy or begging for mercy?

If it is useful to beg for mercy, Xuan Jing will do this, in the face of enemies dozens of times stronger than himself, living is the last word, although I have heard a lot of big truths from the master in the academy, but Xuan Jing is not a nerd, benevolence, righteousness, solar terms or something, they are all used to deceive ghosts, and it is serious to keep your own life to watch Xiao Que take a bath!

But it is obvious that the other party has put on such a big position to deal with his father and son, and he definitely doesn't want to listen to his little son begging for mercy and saying a few soft words!

Since it is useless to beg for mercy, then you can only fight back, if you really die, at least you have to die a better look, and when Xiaoque and they come to hang themselves in the future, they may praise their heroic posture today.

Thinking of this, Xuan Jing had no burden in his heart, and opened his mouth and smiled: "Actually, I just want to take off my shoes and slap your stinky face hard!" ”

Xuan Jing was ruthless, his teeth were clenched, and he bit the tip of his tongue. With a mouthful of blood in his mouth, his body was immediately filled with true qi, and he fed it all into the Muyun Sword. Mu Yun's sword had already begun to tremble violently in the sheath, and Xuan Jing stepped forward, ready to draw his sword!

The black-robed man's pupils contracted, he didn't expect that the young man in front of him would be able to get up and draw his sword under his own coercion, which was beyond his expectations! Originally, he forcibly set up a formation to intercept Xuanbu and separate Xuanjing, just to see what this so-called Son of Destiny looked like. But now Xuanjing's strength is much stronger than he imagined, do you want to adjust your plan, and do whatever it takes to cut the grass and eradicate the roots before this child grows up, so as not to leave future troubles!

Suddenly, Xuan Jing's back exploded, and he broke off with a shout - broken!

Xuan Jing was stunned for a moment and stopped moving, although he didn't know what was happening, but the pressure brought to him by this strange formation and the mysterious black-robed man actually disappeared with a break from behind him!

The black-robed man didn't care about Xuan Jing in front of him, his eyes fell on Xuan Jing's back, and a waterfall-like blood bloomed not far away. The black-robed man knew that it was his own student, in order to stop the last drop of blood that Xuan Bu had shed.

The array of stars completely collapsed in front of this mantra! Xuan Bu was standing at the end of the alley, only a few dozen steps away from the black-robed man. At his feet was a corpse, split in two pieces from the top of his head by Xuanbu's submerged dragon sparrow!

"Prince Cheng, I didn't expect your demeanor to be the same as back then! It was indeed unexpected to break through my carefully arranged star array so quickly. The black-robed man's voice was still steady.

Xuan Bu looked at everything in front of him coldly, and when his eyes swept over Xuan Jing, there was a hint of approval and surprise. Then he reverted to coldness and looked directly into the eyes of the black-robed man. Neither side shied away, and their gazes seemed to wipe out violent sparks in the air.

After a long time, the black-robed man let out a long breath and looked away. Said slowly: "Prince Cheng, maybe our grievances can be put in the future, what do you say?" I'm here today, and you're not sure you'll be able to kill me, right? What's more, even if you can really kill me, then Ling Gongzi's life, will you definitely be able to protect it? ”

Xuan Bu was silent for a moment, sighed and said: "You're right, I'm really old, if I met you in the grassland of the Wasteland thirteen years ago, I would definitely not let you talk to me like this!" , I already know who you are, I'll have my life, and you'll have yours! ”

The black-robed man bowed deeply to Xuanbu, raised his head, and led the woman in white to step back step by step.

Although he knew that Xuanbu was a character who made a promise, he still didn't dare to risk turning his back on this terrifying enemy. Although the black-robed man was not on the grassland of the wasteland thirteen years ago, he still saw the scene again with his own eyes through the secret technique of Kunlun Ruins.

It's hard to imagine that his teacher, the person closest to God in the world, was actually beheaded by Xuan Bu holding the Muyun Sword, and the scene of Xuan Bu raising his sword and leaping high is still vivid, it is really majestic and heroic!

Xuan Bu kept watching the black-robed man and the woman in white retreat before he took the long sword and walked to Xuan Jing's side.

"Jing'er!" Xuan Bu reached out to support Xuan Jing's shoulder.

Although Xuan Jing didn't make a move, he struggled to support it under the pressure of the star array and the black-robed man, and he had already run out of oil. At this time, when I saw my father coming, I couldn't hold it anymore, and I fell into my father's arms softly and fell into a deep sleep......