Don't talk about the future of Emei, just talk about the present.

After Elder Emei swallowed his breath, Shi Yan Daoren, Master Kuzhi, Eagle Eye Lao Qi and others kept their promises and went to pursue Li Yang, plus the previous Emei disciples, they also went to chase Li Yang, resulting in a huge team of people looking for Dugu Yihe in the back mountain, and in a blink of an eye, only three people remained.

There is one who is still a disciple of Emei, who was originally responsible for collecting the body of Dugu Yihe, and now there is another one, Elder Emei who has just breathed.

At the same time, this disciple had to look at the other two carefully, obviously he had already thought about it in his heart, and there were several sets of excuses to ask the two to leave, but he didn't have the courage to say it.

These two people are Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow, whose hearts are stronger than iron and whose love is harder than stone.

"You're not going to help Li Yang?" Ye Gucheng was the first to speak.

"Why should I help him?" Simon asked rhetorically.

"It's said you're friends." Where is Ye Gucheng's tone is said to be, it is certain.

In the past few months, the story of Ximen Chuixue, Li Yang, and Lu Xiaofeng breaking the Tsing Yi Building has gradually spread in the rivers and lakes, so many people think that these three people are friends who have shared hardships and friendships.

Simon Blowing Snow said, "I have no friends. ”

"What's more, that's Li Yang's own business." Indeed, this is not about the snow blowing at the West Gate.

"And he didn't ask me for help." Simon Blowing Snow finally added.

It seems that this sentence is the point......

Ye Gucheng was not surprised.

With Ximen Blowing Snow's character, he is naturally not the kind of warm-hearted person, especially under the premise that Li Yang did not take the initiative to ask for help.

"You're trying to help, aren't you?" Simon Blowing Snow said suddenly.

Ye Gucheng said categorically: "I don't want to." ”

Of course he wanted to.

If Li Yang is allowed to die here, then the hard work he poured into Li Yang before will not be in vain.

It's just that at the moment, the head and elder of the Emei faction have just died, they are absolutely vulnerable, they are sympathized with by all factions, and the elders of Emei have won the support of all factions with their deaths, and the righteousness and the hearts of the people are in Emei, even if Ye Gucheng cares about the worldly feelings, he really can't find an excuse to make a move.

All he can do is be neutral, not to help each other, and one more thing.

"There should have been a very exciting duel today, but unfortunately, it ended like this."

Hearing this, Ximen Fuxue subconsciously looked at the charred corpse of Dugu Yihe, and couldn't help but sigh approvingly: "It's a pity." ”

"It's not a pity." Ye Gucheng said this sentence incompatibly.

Simon Fuxue looked at him suspiciously.

"Because the duel between you and me is bound to be more exciting."

Hearing this, Ximen Blowing Snow's eyes burst out with a strong look.

Maybe there is a providence in the dark, and there can only be one between Yu Liang, and Ximen Blowing Snow heard the meaning of inviting the fight in Ye Gucheng's words, and there was no doubt, hesitation, or hesitation...... It was like fate, and I accepted it very naturally.

"Come on." He immediately drew his sword, and his fighting spirit was awe-inspiring.

Ye Gucheng stretched out his hand, his hands empty, "My sword is no longer there." ”

Ximen Blowing Snow stiffened, and then he remembered that Ye Gucheng's sword was still in Li Yang's hand, and he ran away with Li Yang, and was abducted together.

He suddenly regretted that he didn't help Li Yang just now.

Li Yang, Li Yang, you'd better come back alive, otherwise, wouldn't my wonderful decisive battle end because you didn't have a problem?

"You might as well choose a day to fight." Ye Gucheng Road.

"When?"

Ye Gucheng suddenly floated away, leaving only a small piece of singing in the wind.

"August 15, the night of the full moon, the top of the Forbidden City, a sword from the west, flying immortals outside the sky."

"Mid-Autumn Night......

Ximen Fuxue looked at the direction of Ye Gucheng and muttered to himself.

"You are so convinced that Li Yang can come back alive and return the sword to you?"

Ximen Blowing Snow had an intuition, Ye Gucheng didn't seem to be seeing Li Yang for the first time.

But that's not about me.

Simon blew the snow and put his sword back into its sheath, turned and left.

There was only that Emei disciple left in the same place, looking at the direction where Ye Gucheng and Ximen Fuxue were gone, they couldn't see the shadow, but he was inexplicably excited.

"Sword Immortal Sword God, the two supreme swordsmen in the world are dueling, and I am actually the only witness."

He felt that this thing was enough for him to blow for a lifetime......

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Emei is naturally not only a mountain, but a mountain range, except for the place where the disciples of the Emei sect live, there are mostly primeval mountains and forests with high trees and dense forests.

A black shadow was like an ape under the moonlit night, shuttling flexibly and agilely through the forest.

It was Li Yang.

"Hoo ......"

After running non-stop for more than two hours, the little internal force left was completely exhausted, Li Yang finally couldn't stand it anymore, stopped, stood on the branch, leaned on the thick trunk with one hand, supported his waist with the other, and gasped for breath, before recovering for a while.

But there is still no rest.

Li Yang bent his legs, sat down on the spot, leaned his back against the trunk of the tree, and directly exercised his strength on the branch.

He didn't know when that group of Emei disciples would come over, and Li Yang had to hurry up and recover against time.

Now is not the time to be picky about the environment.

"Time...... Give me more time......" Feeling a little bit of internal force converging in his body, enriching the dry dantian, Li Yang was so thirsty for time for the first time, even if it was just one more minute and a second.

But the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes.

"Do you see the thief?"

"No, what about you?"

"Neither do I."

"Don't worry, the thief can't escape, you see, these trampled weeds are the traces he left behind, and the thief is around here."

"This mark is not obvious at all, how do you know that it was not stepped on by a wild beast?"

"Haha, I was born in the family of Orion, and I may not be as talented as you in learning swords, but jungle hunting is definitely on top of you."

…… The four Emei disciples held torches, and while talking, they followed the traces to find them, and after a while, they saw Li Yang on the branch and shouted in surprise.

"Look, this guy is actually practicing on a tree."

"Haha, it must be that the internal strength is exhausted, there is no recruitment, God help me wait."

"Up."

…… The four of them couldn't wait to pull out their swords and jump up to the tree, there was no order at all, they just wanted to cut off Li Yang's head as soon as possible, vaguely, there seemed to be a bit of competition between the four of them.

This is the first work!

If anyone carries Li Yang's head back and avenges the blood feud of the head of the sect, it is foreseeable that the future in the sect will be absolutely bright.

No one is stupid.

Li Yang seemed to be a fool, in the face of the impending crisis, he turned a deaf ear, or sat on the tree with his eyes closed, and regained his strength.

It wasn't until the four of them jumped to the same height as him that the four swords scrambled to stab at him, that Li Yang opened his eyes suddenly.

"Look for death." Along with this voice, a voice sounded at the same time.

"Click."

Under his buttocks, thick enough for a person to sit cross-legged on the branch, it suddenly broke, and the broken branch fell down with Li Yang.

How fast does it fall, or does it go up?

The speed of the fall, of course.

So before the swords of the four people who had just jumped on stabbed Li Yang, Li Yang landed first, and his feet landed on the ground steadily.

Then he drew his sword and looked up.

The swords of the four men missed, their bodies were in the air, and then they all fell down.

"One, two." Li Yang looked up, silently calculated in his heart, only counted to two, raised the sword in his hand, and quickly stabbed out four swords.

"Ahhhh Four screams rang out almost at the same time, and the four people had already turned into four corpses before they landed.

And in the heart of each corpse, there is a sword eye that is not big or small.

Precise and ruthless.

"There are only four of them, and they want to kill me." Looking at the four corpses lying around him in the shape of blooming flowers on the ground, Li Yang stood in the middle of the four corpses, his eyes were cold.

It is true that he is evading the pursuit of Emei disciples, but it is a group of Emei disciples, and there are only four of them, so there is no need for him to hide.

Just kill it.

This is not Li Yang's style of acting.

He always likes to use his mouth and brain, not his hands.

But at this point, can you still hope to shake hands with the Emei faction?

Li Yang was completely hopeless.

The blood that flowed from the four corpses merged into a pool of blood, and Li Yang stood in the middle of this pool of blood, he could clearly feel the process of the soles of his shoes being soaked with blood little by little, but his heart did not fluctuate at all.

By now, he's used to it.

This is also the rivers and lakes, which have both the tender side of children and the cruel and bloody side.

Even after getting used to it, it will change from passive acceptance to active attack.

"I have to take the initiative to attack, otherwise, the Emei party's pursuit of me is not over, and there will be constant trouble in the future, only killing, killing them to make them cold, killing them to be afraid, killing them to retreat."

Li Yang's eyes rolled, he counted on his heart, and waved his sword at the moment.

It's not a corpse rushing to the ground.

It's yourself......

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