It's time for me to go. ”

After Ye Wuxian left, Jingye drank the remaining sake on the table, got up and wiped his mouth casually, and said softly.

Ziqing's eyes flashed, he came to Jingye's side, took out his cherished purple embroidered handkerchief, wiped his left hand clean for Jingye, and smiled softly: "For the sake of Xiao'er, you must come back." ”

Jingye and Ziqing were very close, they could hear each other's breathing, and even feel the heat.

Raising the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile, Jingye said softly: "I, I won't lose!"

The words fell, and Jingye held the knife and left.

Ziqing stood in place, her eyes unmoved, the embroidered handkerchief she was holding tightly in her hand had his smell on it.

On the top floor of the building, Hua Linglong retracted her gaze, sighed, and turned back to her room.

......

Department of Criminal Justice.

"My lord, I am in the Smoke and Rain Pavilion at this time. Just now, the spies came to report that Jingye had left Huamanlou, and the direction of going was the Yanyu Pavilion in the east of the city. ”

In the dark hall, He Sen bent down and reported respectfully to the black-robed man on the seat, except for the two of them, only the ghostly fire was left and could not be seen.

The black-robed man slowly got up and walked outside the hall, leaving only two lines of poetry when he passed by He Sen's side. When the voice stopped, the person was gone.

"The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is nothing. It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital!"

He Sen was stunned when he heard this, and after thinking for a long time, he quickly turned around and followed.

The two high-ranking officials of the empty Criminal Department have left at this time, and only the usual left-behind personnel are still busy.

At the same time, in a certain alley in the west of the city, several black-clothed figures hid forward.

......

The smoke and rain pavilion in the east of the city looks like an ordinary pavilion, with six pillars supporting the top, and there is a pearl reflecting the moon on the head. The only feature is that it is very empty around it. There were no people living in them and no buildings. Overlooking it, the Yanyu Pavilion is like an eye of Chang'an City, the pavilion is a pupil, and the surrounding emptiness is white, which happens to be a regular circle. The city is square, the pavilion is round, and the square is round, and the square is round, and the sky is round.

In the middle of the night, the entire city of Chang'an was asleep. The long streets are deserted, and the empty alleys have no leaves. In the Yanyu Pavilion, a person sits upright and is silent, looking from a distance, it looks like a sculpture under the pavilion, dark and steady.

Ye Wushu sat in the pavilion, his bright eyes staring ahead, not blinking. The long knife was wrapped in old cloth and placed horizontally on the legs. One hand caresses the handle of the knife, and the other hand presses the blade.

The night breeze was blowing behind me, and it was very light and cold. The wind passed through the figure, revealing fierceness, it was the edge of the sword, and it was the cold light of the sword.

"Smack, smack, smack..."

In the silence, a young figure appeared in the eyes of Ye Wuyu, and he came to the pavilion unhurriedly and stopped in place.

"Jingye, once the sweeping monk of the Pure Industry Temple, the closed disciple of Master Jinghai, is now the only disciple of the Nine Sages of the Sage Academy. The culprit who killed the two elders of Yin and Yang, Lin Kuang, the father and son of the Shang family, and my waste apprentice. ”

Ye Wushu looked at the pure karma, without any movement, and the hoarse voice sounded with loneliness.

After Ye Wushu finished speaking, Jingye said calmly: "Ye Wuxuan, the first sword cultivator of the Tang Kingdom, the current martial secretary of the Criminal Division, the master of the Night Scar, a dog under He Sen, and one of the murderers of the Huamanlou bloody case more than four months ago!"

"Hahaha, you're right, but there's one thing you're wrong. I'm not Ho Sen's dog, he's just like me, that's all. After listening to the words of the pure karma, he suddenly laughed a few times, correcting a little mistake in the words of the pure karma.

He was a dog, but not He Sen's dog. He Sen, like him, is a dog, a vicious dog bound by the poison of power.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you are or not. Tonight, you will fall here. Jingye shook his head, and pulled the scabbard from his left hand, revealing the translucent ink knife.

Ye Wuxian glanced at the special ink knife in Jingye's hand, it was the first time he had seen a long black knife.

"As a former monk, you don't seem to have a compassionate heart, or do you have a heart that has long since lost the Buddha, only seven emotions and six desires. Ye Wuxian said softly, his voice was different from that of Night Scar, and his tone was calm, without the slightest conceit.

"You said it, it was once. I have a Buddha in my heart, but I won't be merciful to you. Whoever touches her will die!" Jingye clenched the ink knife, his pupils rippled golden, and the cultivation of the Qi Sea Realm gushed out.

Watching the golden light that appeared around Pure Ye's body, Ye Wuxian snorted and stood up with his knife.

Unhurriedly took off the old cloth strip on his knife, and a faint blood gradually appeared around his body, and with the release of spiritual power, the blood became more and more red.

The two people who released their spiritual power were shrouded in night. The moonlight flickered, which is a good thing for pure karma.

In the corner of the night sky, a blue figure sat in the air, quietly looking down at the entire Smoke and Rain Pavilion.

"Ink?...... I didn't expect it to be in your hands, but it was really doomed... Alas, late at night, there is always one or two restless people who come out and wander around. The eyes of the Nine Sages were bright in the night, and he noticed the long knife in the hand of Pure Karma, which he had seen before. The gaze glanced again at a corner around him, where something seemed to be hidden.

However, for the Nine Sages, with him tonight, the end is already doomed, but this process needs to be experienced by Pure Karma himself, so that he can grow. The kind of young man fighting to the death in the script, at least not now.

"In vain, when fighting people, you have to distinguish what it is for, whether it is a pure battle or a desperate fight..."

The sigh in the air was naturally inaudible, and he didn't even know that the Nine Sages were by his side.

The golden light covered his whole body, and the knife of Jingye stared closely at the night in the pavilion, and in the face of the half-step Xuandan, he couldn't be careless.

A pile of strips of cloth underfoot, and a long knife with a black back and a white blade exposed. The big hand that is rough at night holds the handle of the knife, the long knife has no arc, and the fine lines of the pen reach the tip of the knife, and the depression goes along the lines, which is the blood groove.

"Although you are only at the level of the Qi Sea Realm, I will not despise you, I have great respect for every opponent. This first knife is used to admire your courage!"

The night looked at the pure karma, and after a deep voice, he raised the knife and waved it obliquely.

A red line swept out of the blade with a wave of feathers, cutting through the blue brick ground and slashing towards the pure karma.

"Vientiane Glazed Tower!"

Taking a step back, the golden light in Jingye's left hand condensed in his palm, and with a light shout, he threw a small ball of golden mangs into the air, and a seven-story golden pagoda condensed, falling straight down, crushing the flying red line.

"Good Buddha skills, you can defend or trap or attack. It's just that in the face of me, how many golden pagodas do you need to suppress?" Ye Wushu stared at the exquisite seven-story golden pagoda and said indifferently.

It sounds like he's interested in the Buddhist techniques of pure karma.

"No, you don't. Pure karma dispersed the golden pagoda and said coldly.

Ye Wuyu was a little surprised and asked, "Why?"

"Because, the dead don't need to be suppressed!" Jingye shouted in a deep voice, and the soles of his feet stepped forward vigorously, and the cold light swept across the ink knife.

He chose to fight with Ye Wushu in close quarters, because he wanted to test the other party's path. And the night is not lost, and the pure industry is attacking, and the corners of the mouth under the black cloth are raised, and no one has fought with him for many years!

Pure karma came to the front of Ye Wushu and stabbed straight into his chest. Ye Wuyu raised the knife in his hand lightly and slashed away.

"Bell!"

Facing the blade of the blade that came horizontally, the right hand of the pure karma turned sideways to face it. The sound sounded, and the pure karma was shaken to the left pillar.

"What a powerful force. "Kick the pillar with his right foot back, and the pure karma stabilizes his body. He was shocked, but he didn't back down.

The spiritual power covers the ink knife, the long knife is golden, and the pure karma is once again killed to the night.

Ye Wushu didn't care, and in the face of the attack of pure karma, the red light wrapped around the long knife, standing still, waving his right hand.

"Bell bell!"

In the dim and narrow Smoke and Rain Pavilion, red and golden sword shadows collided with each other, and bursts of string sounds rang out.

"Fudo Ming King Fist!"

In a confrontation, Jingye grabbed a gap and blocked a knife at the same time, the golden light in his left hand condensed his fist and slammed into Ye Wuji's waist.

However, before he could get close to Ye Wuwu's body, a fist carrying blood red blocked the attack of Pure Industry.

"Bang!"

A stream of air burst out from between the two of them, rushing out of the pavilion, tearing apart the docile cold wind.

Fist and knife, both are confrontations. Fighting hard, the net karma may not suffer, but in terms of knives, the net karma is still much worse.

The right hand was suddenly shaken, and the pure industry was shaken out of the Smoke and Rain Pavilion by a knife in the night.

After turning around, the net industry landed smoothly, his right hand trembled a little, and his clothes were damaged in many places. Looking up at the night that walked out of the Smoke and Rain Pavilion, the moonlight appeared, shining on him, and his whole body was undamaged.

"Pure karma, is this the only degree? Your fist is very hard, and in the same realm, I can't block your punch. But on the knife, you haven't cultivated enough. This knife of mine, called Xuanday, is an ordinary knife, and it can't be resisted at all. But your knife can actually collide with my Xuantian dozens of moves, but there is no trace left. What is the name of this knife?" Ye Wushu stood in the moonlight, did not step forward again, did not make a move, just looked at the ink knife in Jingye's right hand, and said seriously.

For Ye Wuyu, as long as no one interferes, it is impossible for him to lose to Pure Karma, this is the rule of heaven, and it is the law of the level gap in the cultivation world! So he is not in a hurry, he has been in the dark Criminal Department for so long, there are too few opportunities to make a move, tonight is really rare, he has to cherish it.

"It's been a long time since you've spoken to someone, so much nonsense. Jingye straightened up, his voice was cold, and his tone was indifferent.

"For killing you, it's my mission. But I'm not in a hurry. It's not because I look down on you, it's not because you're too weak. You are much stronger than my waste apprentice, I just want to see all your powers, for example, how did you kill the Yin and Yang Old Dao?" Ye Wuyu raised his head and laughed when he heard this, and then said with uncontrollable excitement.

Jingye clenched his right hand and did not speak again. The left hand was offered with a palm, and the huge golden swastika slammed into the night from the palm of the palm.

Ye Wushu watched the golden words flying, and swung a knife from below, cutting the golden words in half.

The golden characters separated, and the pure karma had come to the mid-air in front of Ye Wuxuan's body, holding the knife in his right hand and placing it horizontally on his waist, turning over and spinning, like a tornado with a thick middle and two thin ends, crushing towards Ye Wuwu's head.

Seeing this, Ye Wuxian raised his head and bent down to avoid the attack of pure karma.

Jingye flipped behind Ye Wuxi, stopped and turned, slapped his left hand on the ground to support his body, and swung his right hand at the top of Ye Wuwu's head, and blood appeared in his eyes.

Ye Wushu naturally didn't give Pure Karma a chance, turned around and slashed low, wanting to cut off Pure Karma's left hand.

"Whoa!"

"Boom!"

The ink knife of pure karma split the hat that was not lost in the night, but it did not hurt him.

And Ye Wuyu flew out upside down after the hat was broken, Xuantian inserted himself into the ground, and his feet slid a distance of several meters before stopping.

"What happened just now?" After stabilizing himself, Ye Wushu suddenly raised his head and stared at Jingye's left hand, and said in surprise in his heart.

Just now, he obviously cut on the wrist of the pure karma, why was he shaken open?

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