At midnight, Song Hexuan, who was lying in the upper room of Guiyun Pavilion, suddenly opened his eyes, and a breathtaking light flashed in this dark room. After quietly getting dressed, Song Hexuan pressed his hands tightly on the floor, and in an instant, a pale green demonic qi that was almost invisible to the naked eye spread away.

In Song Hexuan's impression, the inn has always been the most dangerous place.

A quarter of an hour later, after making sure that it was safe, Song Hexuan took out the night clothes that he had bought from the shopkeeper during the day and began to change. I have to say that this is a good place, as long as you pay for it in the inn, then the shopkeeper definitely has a hundred and twenty ways to satisfy you.

Opening the window and seeing the slight drizzle in front of him, Song Hexuan's figure scurried out in a flash, and after a few breaths, his figure disappeared into the vast night, and he didn't know where to go.

Huanhua Creek, located in the southwest of Chengdu, is the location of the Huanhua Sword School, Xiao Qiwu, one of the seven great swordsmen of the rivers and lakes of the year, created the Huanhua Sword Technique here, and later his descendant Xiao Xilou founded the Huanhua Sword School here, and at the same time, there are masters Xiao Dongguang and Xiao Yiren to join, and the limelight is unparalleled for a while.

At that time, the reputation of the Huanhua Sword Sect was much greater than that of the so-called Eight Great Sects.

But unfortunately, all the fortresses were basically breached from the inside, since Xiao Xilou's death, his descendants began a twenty-year internal chaos in order to compete for the position of leader, and it was at this time that the reputation of the Huanhua Sword Sect began to plummet.

Now, it can only be said that the Huanhua Sword Sect is a good force in the rivers and lakes.

Under the moonlight, a black figure crossed the high city wall, stepped on the bright moonlight, and rushed towards the direction of the Lianhua River.

When Song Hexuan arrived at the Huanhua Sword Sect, it was already midnight. The light of the cold moon on the horizon seemed to be a silver glow, illuminating the ground and paving a silver-white road.

Standing next to Huanhua Creek, Song Hexuan quietly looked at the pitch-black Huanhua Sword Sect in front of him, and couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart, anyway, this is also a famous force in the rivers and lakes, people who patrol the night always have it, and the lanterns at the door will not all be black.

The night, lonely and cold.

The moon is deserted and cold.

With a faint uneasiness, Song Hexuan gently pushed open the door of the Huanhua Sword Sect with a knife in one hand and the other hand.

There was not a single movement except for the creaking of the gate. Looking at the Huanhua Sword Sect, which was pitch black and without a trace of light, he felt as if it was a giant beast with a big mouth open, quietly waiting for the arrival of outsiders.

Tightening the knife in his hand, Song Hexuan cautiously walked in.

Bang, there seems to be an object at his feet blocking Song Hexuan's footsteps. Squatting down slowly, by the light of the moon, Song Hexuan finally saw the object blocking the middle of the road, this was a corpse wearing a Huanhua Sword Sect costume, his fingers were touched on the arteries below his neck, and then he touched other places.

"Crisp and neat, one move to seal the throat. What kind of person is it, what kind of hatred does he have with the Huanhua Sword Sect, and he is so vicious. ”

With the clear glow of the moonlight, Song Hexuan found that there was no place to stay in this huge courtyard, and all the corpses on the ground were blocked by one move. Looking at a pair of unwilling eyes, Song Hexuan felt as if a gust of wind from the depths of hell was blowing through the ghost gate, and he let out the most resentful cry in his heart.

Song Hexuan stopped.

A trace of coldness appeared at the corner of his mouth, cold and cold.

"It's getting more and more interesting,"

While Song Hexuan was inspecting the courtyard full of corpses, the sound of sword fighting and a male voice suddenly came from the inner courtyard. After hearing the voice, Song Hexuan was not surprised, pinned the golden black knife in his hand behind him, and then moved lightly with his footsteps, and the cloud dragon body technique was like a breeze floating up the high wall.

Song Hexuan, who was lying on the high wall, slowly poked his head out, his eyes were numb before he had time to check what was going on, and he was attracted by the wonderful fight in the inner courtyard.

Song Hexuan, who had just shown his head, was attracted by the sound of breaking the sky in the inner courtyard, and the fierce fight cut through the lonely night sky.

In the distance, a bewitching and stunning figure was wrestling with another man, and at a glance, it was like a red flame constantly dancing. The flaming red clothes danced in the wind, and from a distance, it looked like a blooming flower, gorgeous like blood.

"Xiao Qiushui, today is the day when your Huanhua Sword Sect is removed."

The graceful and unparalleled voice seems to come from the sky, the fairy sound is curling, and the wind is charming. This voice not only has the delicate and charming daughter of the family, but also has a heroic spirit comparable to that of a man, arrogant and conceited, just like the queen of the yin who was rampant in the world back then.

"What kind of grudge does our Huanhua Sword Sect have with you, and you demon girl want to do such a ruthless move."

The depth of the collapse, the unforgettable hatred, everything that happened tonight was constantly destroying Xiao Qiushui's will, and the century-old foundation of the Huanhua Sword Sect came to naught in a blink of an eye. Under the moonlight, there seemed to be a cold light passing by, and the cold light shone.

"Don't you all say I'm a demon girl, so what reason do you need for a demon girl to do something? It's enough to play for so long, die. ”

The sickle in the woman's hand slashed through a cold light, as if illuminating this beautiful but dark courtyard. Xiao Qiushui covered his blood-soaked neck with one hand, and raised the broken sword in his hand with the other, and his eyes erupted with disbelief.

"Huanhua Sword ......"

With his unwillingness to swordsmanship, and with his unfulfilled wish for the Huanhua Sword Sect, Xiao Qiushui knelt down with angry eyes and lowered his head.

The sharp Ke sickle was reinserted into the waist after turning a knife flower in the woman's hand, his forehead was slightly raised, and his willow eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. A slightly playful gaze looked straight at Song Hexuan's hiding place, looking at the woman's expression, it was obvious that she had already discovered Song Hexuan who was hiding again.

"Come out by yourself, don't let my aunt and grandmother go crazy."

The voice fell, and there was silence all around, and it was not known who she was talking to.

Song Hexuan, who was hiding on the high wall, was about to jump out of his heart, if he hadn't had a different kind of confidence in his cloud dragon body method, the sentence just now would probably have made him jump out by himself, and the silent breath continued to spread, and the moon gradually disappeared into the clouds because of the drizzle in the sky.

It seems that the silence around her has made her lose patience, or maybe the drizzle in the sky is starting to get heavier. The jade foot stomped lightly, and the pebbles at his feet were bounced up instantly, and then slapped out with a palm, and the applause was crisp in his ears, changing the previous ethereal and unpredictable.

"Ahh

"Ping Pong"

Song Hexuan was hit by a small stone and fell, in addition to this, Song Hexuan heard the sound of the knocking of weapons next to him, and looked back, only to see that in addition to Song Hexuan and this beautiful woman in this small courtyard that is not too big, I don't know when there were suddenly a few more people.

Song Hexuan sneered at the beautiful woman, and was about to speak, but suddenly heard a strange voice in his ears, which sounded far and near, slaughtering, crazy, like a hellish ghost-like voice": Xia Qiqi, why did you destroy the Huanhua Sword Sect. ”

The sound sounded quickly, and there was a quick disappearance. Song Hexuan fixed his eyes and saw that four motionless figures appeared in the four corners of the courtyard at some point, and he dared to guarantee that when he peeked at the wall just now, there was nothing here.

"Hehe, I still use it to find people like you can't repay it, what are you? Dead people? Suddenly, there was a storm in the courtyard, and it seemed that a killing momentum enveloped the entire Huanhua Sword Sect.

"Of course, we are not dead, but we die every time we appear, so we call ourselves ghosts, evil spirits of hell." Several voices appeared at the same time, and even the words were exactly the same, as if these four people had telepathy, and their thoughts were the same, Song Hexuan felt a chill in his heart when he heard it, didn't he hit a ghost in the middle of the night.

"Oh, hehe, it turned out to be a group of clowns who pretended to be ghosts." Xia Qiqi covered his mouth with his hand and laughed contemptuously.

The dead man was not angry when he heard it, and he was not even more annoyed, and the dead man's eyes looked at Xia Qiqi in red like stagnant water, and said: "Xia Qiqi, Emei outcast, jumped off the cliff and fled after killing the head of the Emei Buddha Ceremony five years ago, and stabbed the city with one hand. But believe it or not, we're going to kill you and you can't run, so answer the question. ”

Xia Qiqi shook his head, stared at the four people with a pair of seductive eyes, and said word by word: "Auntie, I don't believe it. ”

"I want to die."

"You guys try"

The tone was full of arrogance and arrogance. PS: Ask for collections, ask for recommendations, and the one that feels messy, please read it again, if it's still messy, I can't do it