The night is very dark, there is no moon tonight, in the silent night, the silence is frightening, the cold wind seems to turn into a yin wind, the night is even darker, so dark that even the Hou Mansion has no lights, a dark Hou Mansion, even if you can't see the five fingers, everyone is resting, today the people of the Hou Mansion are resting very early, because tomorrow their Hou Mansion will hold a grand wedding. So today we must recuperate, because no one knows how busy tomorrow will be, because Xiao Bai of their Hou Mansion is finally going to marry a wife, although he has been rejected three times, but he finally married a wife, although he is the Oiran of the Flower Building, but at least he married a wife, and he is a beauty, the daughter of the family in the entire Eastern Capital, is less than a quarter of his beauty.

In the dark night, the silence was even more intense, the whistling wind sounded, the sound of the rattling seemed to be something tearing in the air, in the dark night, a closer look, a figure on the roof, as fast as a ghost. In the Hou Mansion, the Feng Pavilion is inhabited, and the pitch-black figure is wearing a black cloak, and the white shadow flashes in the night, although it is very small, but it is still clearly seen, it is the mask on the face, the white mask, the black cloak, the ghost-like figure. Such a person came to the Hou Mansion with a bad intention, and his purpose was not Xiao Yun in the Hou Mansion, because Xiao Yun was nothing in their eyes. There is only one person who can attract such a character, that is, Zi Yu, rushing into Qifeng Pavilion is naturally coming at Zi Yu, just when he was about to rush into the attic window, in the window, Zi Aya rushed out of the house, the black clothes looked up and leaned back, reached out and grabbed the window edge, and the boots fell on the wall of the window edge. Zi Aya actually crossed the mask an inch away, if he wasn't careful, I'm afraid he would still be on the road, and the people inside were actually waiting for him. Stretched out his other hand, grabbed the purple silk, and pulled it hard, his body was pulled out of the room with a light posture, jumped out of the window, and wore a purple dress, like an immortal, volleying into the air, and the black-clothed cloaked man also held it hard, borrowed his strength, and fell on the roof.

"Black cloak, white mask, are you Ge Cong?" There was a cold light in Zi Qian's eyes, but the jade hand Qianqian held the purple silk in her hand extremely powerfully.

"Miss, since you know who I am, then tell me where that thing is, otherwise this Hou Mansion will be bleeding today." Ge Cong's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, it seemed that it was extremely difficult to even make a sound, this voice was heard for the first time, and this voice would never be forgotten, and no one would be able to imitate this voice, as if his voice did not come from his mouth, but from his throat.

"Are you so sure I know this?" Zi Yan smiled, her jade fingers flicked the purple silk, swaying constantly in the cold wind, and the corners of Luo's skirt were also swaying. The two of them stood on the roof, as if they were standing on a high mountain, and there was a cold feeling that there was only cold left in the high place.

"Hmph, you have been hidden in the Eastern Capital for so long, and you don't know a little bit of news, does anyone believe it?" In the eyes under the mask, there was a great deal of distrust. It's just that Zi Zhen is still standing there proudly, even if she knows the whereabouts of that thing, she won't tell Ge Cong, because Ge Cong is not enough to make her jealous, she admires Ge Cong for daring to come to her.

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, the important thing is that you dare to come to me for your confidence, I admire it." Zi Yu said coldly, the cold light in her eyes gradually turned into killing intent, who is Ge Cong? In the rivers and lakes, maybe not everyone has heard of it, but the people of the three palaces and four sects know Ge Cong's name, because Ge Cong is the young hall master of the Tomorrow Palace, and he is also the best among the young generation of people today. But who is Zizhen? She didn't even pay attention to Langya Gongzi, let alone this Ge Cong.

"Hmph, I was defeated by you five years ago, it doesn't mean that I will still be defeated five years later, if it is Shangguan Bai standing in front of me, I will definitely run away, but unfortunately you are not Shangguan Bai, and there is only one Shangguan Bai in the world." Ge Cong's eyes were not afraid at all, the younger generation of the major sects, who can serve whom, except for Shangguan Bai, that person is simply a demon, it is indeed not something they can compare.

"Then try." When Shangguan Bai was mentioned, a chill appeared in Zi Qi's eyes, obviously unwilling to hear this name, and the purple silk in his hand was rolled, like a long dragon rolling towards Ge Cong. Ge Cong's face was shocked, his figure jumped, and he dodged the rolled purple silk, bang, the purple silk was stirring in the air, like water flowing in the air, making a surging sound, and he could really see the power of Zi Yao's blow, and Ge Cong, who had dodged this blow, was also shocked in his eyes. In five years, Ziyu's martial arts have also improved so fast.

"The internal strength is good, but it's a pity that I met me, and if you want to force me back with just a rag, then you underestimate me too much." Ge Cong's hoarse voice seemed to come out of his teeth. Then clenched his fist, Ge Cong's fist was not very big, and he looked a little delicate, but his fist was not weak, a volley in the air, a punch down, the fist was strong, and it seemed that a storm was pressed down from the top of Zizhen's head. To tell the truth, at Ge Cong's age, practicing boxing to this level is already extremely talented, looking at the fist wind falling above his head, Zi Zhen immediately waved Zi Aya, forming a circle, and the extremely soft internal force stirred on Zi Aya, wanting to dissolve Ge Cong's fist style. But Ge Cong is still swinging his fists, and if he goes forward, he will not retreat, and he doesn't need to retreat, because he practices boxing, and Zi Zhen has never even used real kung fu, so he uses Zi Ya to force his fist back, so there is no need for him to come here. Circle after circle of purple silk was like a whirlpool, and Ge Cong's figure fell into this whirlpool, and all the fist winds on his body were dissolved.

"Punch hard." Just when Ge Cong's body fell into Zi Aya, as if he was already in the center of the whirlpool, a hoarse voice spit out three words, and a more domineering energy gushed out from his right fist. And Ge Cong's fist still fell, Zi Zhen's eyes, still unhurried, the fist fell towards her body, she leaned back, facing the sky, her steps forward, stretched out her right hand and a finger, the white and thin fingers were extremely perfect, looking at such a hand, Ge Cong's eyes were startled, but the fist had already fallen, only to see that between Zi Zhen's right hand sleeve was a sharp sword shot out, stabbing him in the chest, at this time he could only agitate his robe, turn in front of the air, and be able to avoid Zi Zhen's long sword. I saw Ziyu's figure rushing straight by, standing up straight again, slowly turning around, the sword body tilted and pointed, and in the dark night, I couldn't see the sword in her hand at all, this sword was very thin, as thin as a cicada's wings, but the sharpness of this sword was by no means comparable to ordinary swords.

"The sword in his sleeve is really insidious." Ge Cong said coldly.

"Don't you just want to see what level my sword has reached? Just for you to take a look. Zi Zhen was as cold as ever, and then the sword body shook, the buzzing sound was low, and the long sword shot out, stabbing straight towards Ge Cong's throat, Ge Cong looked at Zi Zhen had already taken out the sword, and he didn't dare to despise it in his heart. As soon as the robe on his waist was lifted, an iron plate was hung on his waist, and he stretched out a set of his right hand, and the iron plate was put on his arm, above his wrist, and under his elbow, all of which were protected by iron plates. The iron plate is an armguard, made of fine iron, even if it is a sword that sharpens iron like clay, it cannot be pierced, and the sword of Zizhen may not even leave a trace on the armguard. It's just that Zizhen's sword, when it was about to stab the iron plate of the armguard, it was like a poisonous snake, and the sword body softly bypassed the iron plate, still stabbing towards Ge Cong's throat. Ge Cong was startled, his face changed, his body moved, his head was tilted for three points, his arm shook, his internal strength poured out, boom, hum, the sword body was actually bounced away from the iron plate by him, thus avoiding this fatal stab. And Zi Zhen stabbed out again, stabbing towards Ge Cong's abdomen, Ge Cong's arm slapped down hard, fell towards the sword body, and hit the center of the sword body with a ding, but the tip of Zi Zhen's sword was actually four inches in front of his abdomen, and suddenly bloomed into a snowflake, which made his eyes extremely shocked.

"Aoxue Hanmei?" Ge Cong broke Zi Zhen's sword, and said with some incredulity in his tone, he would not be mistaken, the sword move with the tip of the sword as sharp as a snowflake was definitely Aoxue Hanmei, how could Zi Zhen make this move, this is the inheritance of the sword technique of the Aoxue Sword Sect, she shouldn't know, and she can't.

"One more sword." The buzzing sound is even louder, and the cold light on the blade of the sword is getting heavier and heavier, jumping in the air, the tip of the sword is dotted, the snowflakes are blooming, and the snow is falling, this is the falling snow, sure enough, it is the Aoxue Sword Technique, the descendant of the Aoxue Sword Sect Founding Sect, except for the sect master of the Aoxue Sword Sect, and the disciples of the personal lineage, there will never be a second person in the world who will know this set of swordsmanship. A set of swordsmanship, which can become the treasure of Zhenzong, must have been carved for countless years, and how many changes have been made by the sages, so that this set of swordsmanship has no flaws at all, and it is the most outstanding swordsmanship. The Aoxue Twelve Styles are undoubtedly such a swordsmanship, but I didn't expect that Zizhen's Aoxue swordsmanship, although it doesn't know the essence of it, has a bit of breath, if there is no sword technique, it is absolutely impossible to practice to such a realm. And in the world, who has such courage to dare to leak out the sword technique of the Aoxue Sword Sect, this person is undoubtedly pulling out his beard in front of the tiger, and he is extremely bold. Looking at the little snowflakes falling in the sky, Ge Cong kept waving the arm guard in his hand, blocking those snowflakes in front of him, ding ding ding, every snowflake falling, it was actually on the arm guard iron plate, splashing sparks, obviously every snowflake is a sword shadow, and at the same time, so many snowflakes falling, it is indeed very people can stop. However, Ge Cong waved his arm guard and blocked it, if it was the falling snow of Master Huangmei, the sect leader of the Aoxue Sword Sect, he couldn't stop it, but unfortunately Zi Zhen was not Huang Mei, her swordsmanship did not exert ten percent of the power of Ao Xue's twelve styles, so he could still block it, but it was impossible to win Zi Zhen. Because he didn't know how much Aoxue swordsmanship Zi Zhen had practiced, and he didn't know that if he continued to entangle, it was very likely that he would be planted here.

"You're not going to make a move? Don't you want this temple to die here? Looking at Ziyu's sword finger flicking the sword body, the sword body trembled slightly, and the sword light was surging, ready to make the next sword move, seeing this scene, Ge Cong no longer wanted to make a move. Because he never thought that he would be able to defeat Zizhen, the reason why he came without scruples was not because of his confidence in his boxing skills, but because he was not the only one who came. Hearing Ge Cong's voice, Zi Zhen was about to stab out the sword, and the black shadow flashed, and the person had come to the dragon horn on the roof, standing there calmly, four or five zhang away from Zi Zhen, but Ge Cong jumped out of the roof and landed on the roof on the other side. There was no need for him to make a move, Zi Qi could see a vague figure in the dark night, and she knew that there was a person standing there, a terrifying person, because the cold air in the air was even colder.

"Who are you?" Zi Yu shouted coldly, as if to give himself some courage, but the pitch-black figure did not reply, but stood coldly on the dragon's horns, and from a distance, the black shadow seemed to be standing in the dark night. There was only one knife in response to her, she could only feel the fierceness of that knife, the domineering of that knife, just a slight knife cut out, she seemed to be locked by the knife qi, it seemed that a huge knife fell from the sky, she couldn't dodge, she couldn't block it. Now she has only one way, wait for death, that's right, wait for the huge sword qi in the sky to fall, and then die, that swordsman's martial arts are much more powerful than her, she knows that she can't defeat him, and the other party is obviously a dead hand, and it is impossible to let her live. Boom, bang, there seemed to be a wave of air in the air, blowing her hair flying, the knife qi was actually defeated by something, turned into a gust of wind, blowing her long hair, she was waiting for death to close her eyes, but she felt the change, opened her eyes, it seemed that something had fallen in front of her, she made a move, put that thing in the palm of her hand, this is what saved her. And the swordsman standing on the top of the corner tower on the opposite side seemed to feel something terrifying, and his figure disappeared above the dragon's horn like a ghost, and even Zizhen never saw how he disappeared. And Ge Cong also knew that there was another master here, who could even break his sword qi, didn't it mean that even he could be easily killed, and immediately used light skills to escape in embarrassment.

"I don't know who is here, juniors, thank you for your help." Zi Zhen bowed to the darkness and said loudly, as if she wanted to understand what kind of person the other party was, but there was no sound in the darkness, as if that person had quietly left, coming and going without a trace, thinking about it, this kind of person was really terrifying, she clenched the hidden weapon in her hand, it seemed to be a little soft, and it was also very small, hoping to be able to see his identity from the hidden weapon. Zi Yu said with some expectation, after a while, she returned to the attic without a response, lit a lamp, slowly spread out her palms, and her cold eyes showed a deep horror, only to see that the secret weapon she thought was actually a green leaf, and there were many dwarf camellias planted in the Hou Mansion, and this leaf was a leaf of dwarf camellia, that is to say, this person actually picked a leaf in the mansion at will, but dissolved a domineering knife qi, a knife qi that she couldn't even hide.