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In front of the lonely temple, Xinghuan let his hair be blown by the autumn wind, and looked at the person in front of him in surprise.

With a thin body, agile skills, and a long sword as thin as a cicada's wings, it is a good soft sword.

He happened to meet this man once.

In the middle of that night, in the Taoist temple, it was this person who explained a lot of information about the rivers and lakes to him.

The other party should be a companion with the middle-aged scholar, and they both belong to Murong Hao's subordinates, but for some reason, they are facing each other with swords now.

Moreover, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in this person.

It's strange, as if somewhere have I encountered this feeling.

Silently, Xinghuan pondered.

In front of the temple, there is a dry and stout old tree, the old tree has existed for decades, and the tree is covered with traces of wind and rain, so that people can clearly feel the thick and long-standing atmosphere.

Under the old tree, the luster in the eyes of the middle-aged scholar passed quickly, as if he was unwilling to leave this world.

Xiao Liu looked at the woman in front of him, suppressed the urge to escape, and said coldly: "Personal grievances, please stop the girl." ”

He knew the woman in front of him, in fact, the two had fought once in Emei City not long ago.

If he hadn't seen the situation and fled quickly, where would he have survived until now.

As if thinking of something, Xinghuan smiled inexplicably and said, "It turned out to be you." ”

When the words fell, the fake Xiaoliu, who was already ready to run away at any time, suddenly shot back with his toes, and his body suddenly shot backwards.

In this regard, Xinghuan did not rush to make a move, but watched quietly with a playful look on his face.

In the sword box, a streamer fell silently into Xinghuan's hand, ready to go.

The fake Xiaoliu in the retreat looked very dignified, and his mind was like electricity.

He didn't understand that this time he had revealed a flaw there, and once again the woman in front of him had noticed it.

When he pretended to be He Shan, he was recognized once, and this time again.

How exactly did this woman do it?

In He Shan's mansion, after that escape, he thought about where there was a flaw, but he really couldn't think of it if he wanted to break his head.

As if his hiding in front of this woman did not have the slightest effect.

You know, only this woman has seen through him so far, and twice in a row......

With a light fragrance, Yan Rong came to Xinghuan's side, and after glancing at the fake Xiaoliu who had escaped, she said, "Do you know him?" ”

Xinghuan smiled and said, "He pretended to be He Shan." ”

Yan Rong paused, her tone suddenly softened, and said, "Is Shan'er okay?" ”

Xinghuan sighed: "He's fine. ”

He Shan and the people of the Qingcheng faction are the topics that the two of them are most reluctant to talk about, but escaping is not always a way, and they will have to face it sooner or later.

Yan Rong still has a husband, and there are even disciples who are regarded as parents and children, but now they are entangled with Xinghuan, and they are no longer tolerated by the world.

In silence, the sound of swords intersecting drew the attention of the two of them.

It turned out that in the process of the fake Xiaoliu retreating, another figure suddenly rushed out of the shadows, blocking the other party's retreat.

Xinghuan had already sensed the person who was hiding in the dark, so he would let the fake Xiaoliu escape.

The flying knife in his hand was already ready, and even if the person in the dark couldn't stop it, he wouldn't let it go.

He was intrigued by the secret of this man's ability to change shape.

After a short fight, the fake Xiaoliu was completely stopped, and what stopped him was another Xiaoliu who was exactly the same as him.

This little six is the real little six.

Fake Xiaoliu's face was ugly, and he said, "You didn't die." ”

Zhen Xiaoliu coughed, and said with a pale smile: "You are not dead, how dare I die." ”

The hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble slightly, and a trace of blood slowly dripped down the palm.

He's hurt.

His martial arts are not strong, what is strong is just the magical method of changing shapes.

But no matter how weak it is, it won't be weak, at least it's on par with the real Xiaoliu, and it can still be done.

It's just that now, for some reason, after being seriously injured by his sneak attack, Zhen Xiaoliu can't help but not die now, and his skills have improved greatly, but he wasted one of his hands in an instant.

Inexplicably, the fake Xiaoliu's expression froze, and he said in a heavy tone: "You have eaten the magic pill?" ”

Zhen Xiaoliu smiled and said, "That's right, so I'm running out of time." ”

Fake Xiaoliu gasped, and his heart became more and more solemn.

He has always been a sneak attacker, never fighting people head-on, and now in this situation of flanking back and forth, he seems to have no choice.

Suddenly, Zhen Xiaoliu's body moved and rushed towards him.

The Demon Pill is an extremely strange elixir of the Demon Sect, once it is eaten, its own life will pass quickly, transforming into a majestic internal force.

If you don't reach the realm of mortality, no one will eat this magic pill.

Because after eating, the passage of life is uncontrollable, and the final result is only death.

On the side, Xinghuan and Yan Rong looked at the two who were fighting for a long time.

After taking off the wine gourd on his waist and taking a sip, Xinghuan said casually: "What is the magic pill?" ”

Yan Rong looked at Zhen He Shan in the fight, a flash of pity flashed in her pink eyes, and said, "A strange elixir, generally only found in demon cults and cult people. ”

With Yan Rong's gentle narration, Xinghuan quickly understood the effect of the magic pill.

The difference in strength made the battle end quickly, and after Yan Rong just finished speaking, the battle ended.

Bang!

I saw that the fake Xiaoliu was slapped on the chest by the real Xiaoliu, and he fell in front of Xinghuan and fell unconscious.

At the same time, Zhen Xiaoliu suddenly spat blood from his mouth, his body went limp, and he fell to his knees.

Gritting his teeth, the real Xiaoliu insisted on standing up, staggered to the front of the fake Xiaoliu, took out a dagger from his arms, and stabbed it down.

Suddenly, a small white foot in a white embroidered shoe landed on his wrist and kicked the dagger away.

Zhen Xiaoliu seemed to have lost all his strength, kneeling on the ground and trying to look up at Xinghuan, his eyes full of anger.

Of course he knew this woman, and he didn't understand why the other party would stop him.

Xinghuan smiled, squatted down on his knees and said, "He can't die yet." ”

Zhen Xiaoliu's body fell to the ground completely, and his voice was very weak: "Please, kill him." ”

His time was running out.

Xinghuan nodded, agreed, and said, "Why did he kill you?" ”

Zhen Xiaoliu put his mind at ease, smiled reluctantly, and said, "For the sake of cartilage skills." ”

When the words fell, Zhen Xiaoliu slowly closed his eyes.

Cartilage?

Xinghuan looked thoughtfully at the fake Xiaoliu in a coma.

After a closer look, he found that although the fake Xiaoliu was very similar to the real Xiaoliu, there were still some differences in some subtleties.

It seems that the other party's purpose in obtaining cartilage work is precisely to make up for this defect.

After a while, Yan Rong walked out of the temple and sighed softly, "All of them are dead." ”

Xinghuan is not surprised, the strong smell of blood in the air means that there will definitely be no fewer people dying here.

The fake Xiaoliu was still in a coma, seeing this, Xinghuan didn't have time to continue waiting, and with a slender index finger, he woke up the other party with a finger Zen.

By the way, he counted the points again and sealed the acupuncture points in the other party's body.