Chapter 10: The Cold Quarter Moon

Suddenly, a few silver lights flashed, and both the charm fire and the black-clothed people were hit, and the charm fire was extinguished immediately, and after a few muffled snorts, the black-clothed people also fell to the ground.

Luan Shu didn't have time to check at all, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly ran over and pulled Jiang Zhengxin up and took her out of the underground palace.

I thought it was a death escape, but I didn't expect that as soon as I left the ancestral tomb of the Jiang family, a few black shadows attacked them, and there was a wave of people in black outside?!

Luan Shu and the guards hurried to meet the enemy, but they were outnumbered and could only defend passively.

Luan Shu was even more entangled by the three men in black, and he had no strength left to protect Jiang Zhengxin, so he could only watch Jiang Zhengxin being captured by the men in black and taking away the iron box in his arms.

When the man in black opened the iron box and saw that there was nothing inside, he was furious and asked, "Where are the things?" ”

Jiang Zhengxin shrugged his shoulders and said with a puzzled expression: "There is nothing in here, I am still curious about what you are doing when you grab an empty box?" ”

The man in black was furious, grabbed Jiang Zhengxin's arm, and took her away with a light skill under his feet.

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I don't know how long it took, the black cloth on Jiang Zhengxin's eyes was finally removed, and he couldn't help but feel his heart sink when he saw dozens of black-clothed people standing in front of him.

At this time, although these black-clothed people standing in the sunlight were not as terrifying as in the underground palace, they still gave people an indescribable eerie feeling. Especially the middle-aged man in a black robe, his face was extremely stiff, and his hands exposed outside the black robe were no longer flesh and blood, only terrifying white bones remained, like a zombie that could no longer grow skin.

The black-robed man walked up to Jiang Zhengxin, lowered his head and asked her, "Little girl, where did you hide the things in the box?" ”

Jiang Zhengxin saw that face like a dead man approaching her, and couldn't help but take a step back and replied, "I didn't hide it, it was empty inside." ”

The black-robed man didn't believe it, and asked, "In that case, what have you been holding that box for?" ”

"That's not just an iron box, it's a dark iron! Such a rare thing, of course I want to take it back. ”

The black-robed man sneered and said to Jiang Zhengxin: "Little girl, I know that you have the imperial court as a backer, and I thought we wouldn't dare to kill you." But in our opinion, the army of the imperial court is no different from a straw bale. Even if I kill you today, it doesn't hurt to fight the imperial court. So you'd better tell me where the things are, or you won't want to go back alive. ”

"I could tell you where the thing is, it's useless to me anyway. But you have to explain the reason for robbing it, I can't just give such an important thing to others, don't you say? Jiang Zhengxin hurriedly changed her words, she was just trying to delay time here, and wait for Liyuan to send someone to her.

"This iron box is the thing of my ancient Yan sect."

Jiang Zhengxin understood for a moment, it turned out that these black-clothed people were all disciples of the Gu Yan Sect, but weren't the Gu Yan Sect a famous and decent family that helped the first emperor pacify the civil strife, how could it look like a cult, and martial arts were so evil?

"So I'm in the Guyan Sect now?" Jiang Zhengxin asked.

"This is just a branch of the Guyan Sect." The black-robed man replied.

"And who are?"

"Altar Master, Shen Honglie."

"Lord Shentan, why do you say that the iron box is a thing of the Ancient Yan Sect? I see that it has the emblem of the String Moon printed on it, and it is more likely that it is something from the Cold String Palace. Jiang Zhengxin is now in the hands of others, and she should have lowered her head and made a small one, but she couldn't help but speak quickly for a while.

The deafening sound sounded suddenly, the wall in the distance collapsed, Shen Honglie clenched the palm of the white bone into a fist, the finger bones clucked so loudly, he no longer had the patience to go around in circles with this little girl.

Jiang Zhengxin had never seen a person with such strong martial arts skills who could shake the stone wall with a wave of his palm in the air. She originally thought that those black-robed people were already one of the best masters, but she didn't expect that the martial arts of this black-robed man were far above them, and he deserved to be the altar master!

Shen Honglie sneered and asked, "Do you know why Gu Yan's disciples are outstanding in martial arts and are the best in the martial arts?" ”

Jiang Zhengxin thought to himself: I'm afraid it's because you know crooked arts, right? She didn't dare to talk nonsense now, so she could only say, "I don't know." ”

"Because if the disciples of the Gu Yan Sect do not meet the requirements when practicing, they will be punished extremely harshly, cramping and peeling the skin, scraping the bones and flesh are nothing, and there are many things that you can't think of at all, so as a disciple of the Gu Yan Sect, no one dares to slack off in practice. I'm afraid you haven't heard of it, the exercises of the Gu Yan Sect are unmatched, and the punishment is extremely cruel. But it doesn't matter, you're here today, and you happen to be able to try all these punishments. ”

Jiang Zhengxin didn't want to be scraped and fleshed, so he hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I'll just say it." As she spoke, she had already made up her mind to lie to him.

"Don't worry, there is no difference between what you say now and what you will say later, but you always have to give this punishment a try, so as not to come to the Gu Yan Sect once. Which one to try first? Slice the meat, my knife is good, I guarantee that I can make your meat as thin as a cicada's wings, and only after a thousand slices will the white bones be exposed, like my hand. You must remember to count, if it is less than a thousand, I will cut off my hand and give it to you. Shen Honglie talked about these things as if they were joking, as if they were not scary at all.

But Jiang Zhengxin felt terrible, and watched Shen Honglie approaching him with a scimitar, and couldn't help but retreat again and again.

Just as Shen Honglie swung his knife, he and the black-clothed man behind him were suddenly shocked by a powerful force, like a few leaves of light tissue paper being sent out by a strong wind, and fell to the ground a few feet away, and it was difficult to struggle to get up for a while.

Jiang Zhengxin was a little dazed, not knowing what was going on, because she didn't feel any strength except for feeling that the wind was gently blowing through the corners of her clothes, but why did those people in black suddenly fall?

Jiang Zhengxin followed the gaze of the man in black and looked behind him.

A man in white came like stepping on the wind, his clothes fluttering, his left hand with distinct bones holding a purple jade flute, and his white skin was more crystal clear and transparent than purple jade in the sun. His eyes were covered with ice silk, and the long ribbon fluttered in the wind along with his ink hair, making people wonder what kind of eyes would have grown on such a handsome face.

Jiang Zhengxin was slightly distracted, is this the blind boy? Why is there a sense of déjà vu.

The men in black struggled to their feet, drew their scimitars, and glared at the comer.

Shen Honglie knew that the martial arts of this person in front of him were unfathomable, judging from the palm just now, he was already a rare opponent in the world, if the other party had not used all his strength, it would be really terrifying. But fortunately, the Achilles' heel of that person is that he cannot see, and can only rely on hearing to respond to the enemy. And one of the great stunts of the Gu Yan Sect is to perform light skills like ghosts, which can kill people silently. Shen Honglie was confident that if everyone went together, he would definitely be able to break that person's body into thousands of pieces.

Shen Honglie made a gesture and silently attacked the white-clothed boy with all the disciples.

Seeing so many people attacking together, Jiang Zhengxin's heart sank, and he shouted loudly: "Be careful! ”

The white-clothed man's feet touched the ground lightly, as if he hadn't moved, and he had already fled to dodge the numbness of the knife, and he didn't even let the edge of his clothes touch the blade, and his posture was very light and elegant. The purple flute flew between his jade fingers, and in an instant, it touched the vital points on all the black-clothed people, sealing their acupuncture points and making them unable to move.

This set of actions was like flowing water, shocking the dragon, which made Jiang Zhengxin stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he clapped his hands again and again.

Shen Honglie and a man in black were all frozen, and they couldn't break through the acupoints with the internal force of their bodies, and they were amazed that the other party's martial arts were unmatched in the world today, but they didn't know when such a powerful figure appeared in the martial arts, fortunately, this person couldn't see, if he could see it, wouldn't it ...... Thinking of this, Shen Honglie couldn't help but sweat coldly, and asked in a trembling voice: "Who is Your Excellency, why did you want to save this girl and make an enemy of my Gu Yan Sect?" ”

The white-clothed boy stood with his hands in his hands, like a god: "Tell Yan Cao that Yu Yue of the Cold String Palace has come back to avenge the destruction of the palace ten years ago." ”