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Nine bells rang in a row, resounding throughout the Emei faction, alarming everyone.

Nine, representing the extreme number.

Once the bell rings nine times, it means that something big has happened in the Emei faction.

Generally, this situation only occurs when the head of the company dies, or when a new person takes office.

In the ring, Jinghui stood silently with an umbrella, waiting for everyone to gather.

On the side, Miao Yan looked solemn and also held an umbrella.

In her arms, Miao Yun leaned motionlessly.

In front of the three of them, there were two more people.

The corpse of a nun.

Sitting and drinking.

In addition, under the ring, the surroundings have long been surrounded by countless disciples with swords, waiting for them.

At the edge of the ring, several Emei elders stood there expressionlessly.

Soon, all the Emei disciples on the mountain gathered in the square.

Eating in the pavilion, all the outsiders who admired the rain also gathered in the square.

In the crowd, He Shan was very puzzled and said, "How can Brother Xing be in the ring?" ”

Yuan Ci's eyes froze, and fell on the corpse of the nun lying in the ring, and said expressionlessly: "Who died?" ”

Luoluo snorted: "Who knows, it must have been killed by that drunkard anyway." ”

Zhao Tianyu glanced at the flying knife in the nun's throat, and yawned boredly.

Xinghuan's purpose and reliance are only known to him, so he is not worried at all.

The current situation is as Xinghuan wishes, and it is under the public.

If there are no accidents, the next thing is to prepare to fake your death......

However, before he died, he was not at ease, and he had to make such a big move.

It really didn't make him know what to say.

However, he was not worried, but He Shan and Yuan Ci were very worried.

These two men don't know anything.

Silently, He Shan sighed and said, "I'm afraid things won't be easy." ”

Yuan Ci was indifferent, planning to show his attitude with actions later.

He was going to rob Xinghuan away.

Zhao Tianyu sensed his thoughts, patted him on the shoulder, and shook his head slightly.

Yuan Ci looked at Zhao Tianyu quietly and was silent.

He needed an answer.

Helpless, Zhao Tianyu said softly: "Don't worry, he can't die." ”

Yuan Ci paused, and the hand holding the sword loosened.

He Shan was interested and said, "What do you know?" Let's talk about it. ”

Zhao Tianyu smiled slightly and said, "Don't say it." ”

He Shan was itching, but he could only watch the next development of things helplessly.

Won't die?

Will it run away, or will someone save it......

Inside the house, Chasing Ming looked at the ring in the square, suddenly smiled, and said to himself: "I thought I was already a drunkard, but I didn't expect you to be no worse than me at all." ”

Pavilions, rooftops.

The drunken old beggar was awakened by the sound of the bell, and looked sleepily at the crowd below, and the ring.

Suddenly, he froze, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Faintly, you can also see the anger and sadness in those eyes......

Bang!

The wine gourd in his hand was unconsciously crushed.

He jumped from the top of the pavilion and rushed to the ring.

After a long time, everything that should have arrived has arrived, and what should not have arrived has arrived.

The rain was still pouring down, and thunder and lightning were still occasional.

There was one more person in the ring, an old beggar.

He didn't seem to notice everyone's strange gazes.

The body of the nun was being held in his arms, and in those originally spiritual eyes, now only gloom, sadness, and dead silence remained......

The autumn rain brings sorrow, gloom, and melancholy......

The old beggar hugged the nun in his arms, let the rain fall on his body, and just kept watching quietly, looking at the familiar face, his heart was like ashes.

Jinghui was smiling, and there was joy in her smile.

She was disappointed again, disappointed that the man in front of her had changed.

I still remember how personable and handsome this man was when he was young.

Now, it has become sloppy and depressed.

became a stinky beggar.

She suddenly wondered why she fell in love with this man in the first place.

Falling in love with someone who doesn't love you is painful.

But she was stupid to ask for hardship.

Xinghuan shook the empty wine jug in his hand and smiled helplessly.

The cold poison in his body was like water and fire, entangled, bringing him endless pain.

Luckily, he gradually withstood it.

The warmth of the spirit seems to be strong when it is strong, and ten percent of the spirit and spirit are completely beyond his expectations.

The art of invincibility and the art of immortality, one righteous path and one demonic path, complement each other.

Although there is no way to solve the troubles in his body, he is too lazy to care.

It's a lot of trouble, and you'll get used to it.

After looking around, Jinghui began to tell the elaborate lie.

As Xinghuan expected, except for the subtleties, the other aspects were roughly the same as he guessed.

In short, he was convicted of killing the head of Emei, injuring Miaoyun, and stealing cheats.

There was an uproar and whispers in the ring.

Everyone realized that there must be something wrong with this, but no one stood up to refute it and asked.

He Shan wanted to speak out, but was stopped by Zhao Tianyu.

Many people know that Zhao Tianyu and Xinghuan are friends, so many eyes have looked at them intentionally or unintentionally.

In this regard, Zhao Tianyu turned a blind eye to it, his face was expressionless, and it was impossible to see through.

As for Yuan Ci, it is even more incomprehensible.

Only He Shan's reaction was very much in line with everyone's imagination.

In the ring, the corners of Jing Hui's mouth slightly hooked up a sneer, and said, "Bring the sword." ”

Behind him, a female disciple stepped forward and handed over the Heavenly Sword in her arms.

Under the ring, everyone's eyes fell on the Heavenly Sword, and their eyes flickered.

This sword has the Nine Yin True Scripture and the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending......

The crystal clear rain slapped on the sword body of the Heavenly Sword, or splashed the water, or slowly left along the sword body.

A bolt of lightning struck and illuminated the heavens and the earth.

The sword rises, the sword falls.

Xinghuan sat in the rain, looking at Miao Yun who fell into his arms, speechless.

The Heavenly Sword ruthlessly pierced Miaoyun's delicate body.

Blood stained the dress red, and the rain red.

Jing Hui looked at the Yitian Sword in her hand in a daze, looking at the wonderful rhyme of blocking this sword for Xinghuan without hesitation.

She was inexplicably angry and in pain.

Why, why did they all leave her......

Is she doing it wrong?

After a pause, the Heavenly Sword in her hand spit out slightly, and an invisible sword qi instantly passed through Xinghuan's heart.

Muttering to herself, she muttered, "Since you want to die with him so much, then being a teacher will fulfill your ......"

The tip of the sword is separated from the body, and the blood does not stain.

Under the ring, Zhao Tianyu was as indifferent as ever.

He Shan was dumbfounded.

Yuan Ci's sword intent condensed all over his body, as if it had turned into substance, piercing the dark clouds.

Thunder and lightning flashed, rolling endlessly.

I don't know when, Zhao Tianyu held down Yuan Ci's sword-holding hand.

Yuan Ci looked at each other coldly.

Zhao Tianyu shook his head slightly.

The heart is pierced, can you still live?

He Shan didn't believe it.

Yuan Ci is equally unconvinced.

None of the people present would believe it.

Therefore, Xinghuan is dead.

Only Zhao Tianyu is an exception.

He never doubted Xinghuan......