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"What's wrong with your eyes?" Luo Qingyi, who fell, looked at the woman in red clothes, her eyes were full of joy that she couldn't hide, but she just wanted to stretch out her hand but was rejected by the cold gaze of the woman in red clothes.

Then the red-robed woman continued to walk in front of Wei Beiyuan with a long knife, and raised the long knife to slash at him without hesitation.

However, in the next second, Wei Beiyuan, who was originally dying, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the long knife of the red-robed woman, the sharp blade directly broke through the skin between his palms, and the red blood slowly flowed down his arm.

"It seems that there are accidents in everything, and no one really knows the outcome until the last minute." Wei Beiyuan raised his head and said with a smile, although the meridians in his body were suddenly able to heal automatically, although he was a little surprised, but it gave him the means to be able to fight back.

Wei Beiyuan slowly stood up, and judging from the fluctuations of true qi he felt in his body, the injuries in his body had basically recovered.

"This time, I won't be holding my hand any longer." Wei Beiyuan said in a deep voice, and then the furious true qi poured out from his body, and turned into thin needles and attacked the red-clothed woman directly.

……

"Broken mountains and rivers!"

With a light shout, a white light fell from the sky, directly cutting off all the needle-like true qi, and the sound of humming swords echoed throughout the hall.

Looking at the flying sword floating steadily in mid-air, Wei Beiyuan couldn't help but look at the elegant man and frowned, "Swordsmanship, I don't know which master of the sword pool is coming?" ”

"Luo Qingyi." The elegant man said calmly.

However, Wei Beiyuan looked at him in disbelief when he heard this name, "Luo Qingyi, it's impossible, haven't you disappeared for nearly ten years?" ”

"Disappearing doesn't mean dying." The elegant man said lightly.

Wei Beiyuan was a little frightened, although the elegant man in front of him was the same as him, but you must know that this man killed a great grandmaster when he was in the realm of the grandmaster, although the elegant man who has become a great grandmaster has not fought with anyone for more than ten years, but the name of the sword immortal is not a so-called ornament, before he understands the depth of this elegant man, Wei Beiyuan will never want to fight with him.

What emperor spared his life? He, of course, is no exception.

"Since Brother Luo is here, it seems that he wants to keep this woman, although this woman has offended me a lot before, but for Brother Luo's sake, I don't care about it." Before he didn't know the depth of the other party, Wei Beiyuan still chose to value harmony.

"She's my daughter." Luo Qingyi said lightly.

Wei Beiyuan immediately pretended to be surprised when he heard this, looked at the red-robed woman and smiled gently, "It turns out that you are Brother Luo's daughter, I have admired Brother Luo's reputation as a sword immortal for many years, if you had said that you were Brother Luo's daughter, I would definitely have a big banquet to welcome the distinguished guests." ”

"Kill him, and I'll tell you where my mother is buried." The red-robed woman's slender and fair-skinned jade fingers pointed at the slightly chubby man.

Wei Beiyuan's face changed suddenly, but he still remained calm and said, "I want to remind Brother Luo, this is Da Wei, it's my Da Wei." ”

"Whether it is or not, you will surely die today." The red-robed woman said expressionlessly, as if she should respond to what the red-robed woman said, and the herring sword floating in mid-air also slowly pointed at the slightly chubby man.

Wei Beiyuan took a few steps backwards, and finally couldn't suppress the fear in his heart, and said hoarsely, "Yan Cang, you still haven't let me out, I know that you have been watching here, do you think you can still escape today?" If I die, both you and your red sleeves will perish. ”

The red-robed woman's eyes froze when she heard this, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she seemed to be a little incredulous about the name she heard.

"You say, Yan Cang is not dead?"

Wei Beiyuan looked at the red-robed woman and laughed, "How could he die?" He spared his life more than me, how could he die so easily. I forgot, you are still the so-called 'Sixth Princess', the substitute ghost who was pushed out by Yan Cang. You should hate Yan Cang very much, after all, he pushed you into the abyss with his own hands. ”

At this moment, a cold wind quietly blew open the door of the main hall, and intermittent coughing sounds came from outside the door from time to time.

Finally, a thin man with an extremely pale face was helped into the hall by a plain robe woman with a beautiful face, the man's deep-set eyes and chapped and purple thin lips made it seem that the man would not be surprised even if he died in the next second.

"It's been a long time, Brother Luo." The thin man slowly raised his head to look at the elegant man and smiled, but the corners of his lips seemed to use up all his strength when they were halfway hooked, making his smiling expression extremely terrifying.

"Cheng'er, are you okay?" The thin man coughed and looked at the red-robed woman again.

"I'll always have only one name, Hanshu." The woman in red replied coldly.

It seems that it is a bit laborious to laugh, and the thin man who originally intended to smile can only rely on his own eyes to show kindness.

Seeing the thin man talking to the elegant man and the red-robed woman, Wei Beiyuan couldn't help but feel angry and said, "Yan Cang, the matter has come to this point, do you still think they will forgive you?" It's better to join forces with me and kill these two people here. Otherwise, if I can't live, there will be no place for you in this world. ”

"At this point, there is really no room for recovery." The thin man looked at Wei Beiyuan and said lightly.

The next moment, a hand pierced out of Wei Beiyuan's chest, and in his palm was a bloody heart.

Wei Beiyuan's eyes widened, a little incredulous at this scene, but before he could turn around, the hand was directly clenched into a fist.

Bang –

Blood splattered.

The woman in the red robe was slightly stunned, and looked at the owner of the hand with some incredulity, the scarred man who had always looked like a loyal minister.

She still remembered that his name was Zhu Xing.

……

"As soon as we met, Brother Luo saw such a scene, but Yan Cang's is not." The skinny man coughed and laughed.

"What the hell is going on?" Looking at Wei Beiyuan, who was lying on the ground with his eyes about to protrude, Luo Qingyi asked with a slight frown.

The thin man smiled faintly, looked at the scarred man with blood on his hands, and ordered, "Qu Mu, let them see who you really are." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The scarred man then raised his hand and tore off the mask covering his face, revealing a dying and decrepit face.

And the old man who tore off the mask to reveal his true appearance arched his hand towards the red-robed woman and said, "See you again, Miss Hanshu." ”

The hoarse and dry voice made the red-robed woman startle slightly, and soon her eyes narrowed, because she finally realized who the owner of the voice was.

The black-robed old man who told her where Wei Beiyuan was hiding and took her to the red-sleeved incense.