Outside the courtyard separated by a wall.

Yan Li heard the sound of fighting inside and screamed endlessly, knowing that the situation was in danger, but there were two major killers in Yishuilou in front of him, and he tried his best to barely protect himself. I wanted to turn around and rescue, but I was powerless.

When I was anxious, I suddenly let out an exclamation from inside.

"Edgeworthiness!"

Immediately after that, the sound of fighting stopped, and after a while, it seemed that the sixth brother was knocked down, and then a long roar sounded like a stormy wave, and several figures rushed out of it, hurriedly escaped into the darkness, and disappeared.

"Second brother, I'm here to help you."

Yan Lizheng was puzzled, and Zhu Weiming came over the wall with two flower guns.

"Sixth brother, what are you doing when you come back, why don't you leave here with everyone?" Yan Li, who was full of blood on his body, shouted in a suppressed voice.

"Second brother, there are masters from the Pure Yang Palace who helped us repel a group of swordsmen with swordsmanship, the third son, they are fine, I just came to help you, let's leave here together." Zhu Weiming explained that he didn't want to watch his second brother die with a single sword.

But if you can't escape and you will definitely die, then let's all die here together.

Although the voices of the two brothers Yan Li and Zhu Weiming were very low, they couldn't hide the death chord at the end of the alley.

"Edgeworthiness? Pure Yang Palace? It's no wonder that even a master like Feng Liang, a mad knife, has to open up thousands of miles, but it just so happens that the old man has already had the intention of competing with the people of the Pure Yang Palace. ”

"It is said that the swordsmanship of the Pure Yang Palace is wonderful, and even the supreme sword path, the ghosts and gods are unpredictable, let the two brothers come to appreciate the myth of the sword of the Pure Yang Palace tonight."

Referring to the lower chords and extinguishing alternately, the next chord sounds are tense when the words are finished.

The invisible sound waves are like a raging tide formed by the interweaving of sharp blades, surging away from the end of the alley.

The sneering sound continued one after another, and the alley still had a trace of wet cold hard bluestone slabs, and suddenly sparks flew everywhere, debris flew sideways, and two or three inches deep grooves crisscrossed one after another.

The pressure was like a landslide and the ground cracked, overwhelmingly rolling down, and before the real killing move arrived, the robes on Yan Li and Zhu Weiming sounded the sound of cloth splitting.

Nie Xiaoqian, who drew her sword and performed "A Flash of Heaven to Punish the Sword" and saved Yan Changtian and other three children, immediately floated out of the courtyard and couldn't help but be slightly surprised when she saw that the attack of the sonic wave gong was almost comparable to the six-fingered qin demon.

Zhu Weiming was fearless, yelled at the word "look at the gun", and shot him without hesitation.

However, the two spears he had in his armpits were poked out, as if they had been cut by a thousand knives, broken inch by inch, and the sharp sound blade suddenly stretched to his hands.

The next moment, the skin of his hands exploded, the blood vessels exploded, blood splattered, and flesh and bone separated, and it was extremely miserable.

Fortunately, Yan Li saw the opportunity quickly, and at the same time projected the Qingfeng Sword in his hand as a crossbow arrow, he took a few steps forward and pulled Zhu Weiming back.

On this side, Zhu Weiming was pulled back from the edge of the cliff and picked up his life, and the Qingfeng Sword projected by Yan Li over there was as if it had been hit by a heavy crossbow, and it was broken in half, flying back upside down, and finally stabbed into the wall, submerged into a few inches deep.

Zhu Weiming's hands were seriously injured by the sound blade in an instant, the injury was not light, Yan Li, who was all in the Qingfeng Sword, lost the blade to save his life, and at the end of the alley, the sound of extinguishing the piano in the chord of the finger was not endless, and in the blink of an eye, it was another accent blade to kill.

"Ahh

Zhu Weiming roared wildly, knocked Yan Li away from his shoulder, blocked in front and closed his eyes and waited for death.

At this moment, at the end of the alley, on the left side of the two killers of the next death chord, a cold light appeared in the darkness.

A series of strange blades flew out, and in the blink of an eye, they were in front of them, invading their throats.

Pointing to the death chords to extinguish the harp, turning, plucking the strings, and with a loud sound, the strange blade seemed to hit a wall, flew back upside down, and flashed into the night.

Nie Xiaoqian just wanted to rescue Zhu Weiming, but the ghost was still weak, and she was helpless without a sword in her hand, but fortunately, a helping hand appeared. With the ghost's night vision, she could see clearly that the series of strange blades flew back upside down and finally disappeared into a book.

The strange blades surrounded Wei and saved Zhao, and the countless sound blades that shot at Zhu Weiming fell apart and stopped, and Zhu Weiming and Yan Li were pulled back from the edge of the cliff.

The wind was blowing and the night was getting darker.

The two of them looked at somewhere in the dark, and the sound of the piano tinkled and became gentle.

"Ten steps to kill one."

"A thousand miles away."

"Scholarly sword."

"The right path is also vicissitudes."

"Lu Zhengdao, you finally showed up."

"I thought you were going to keep hiding as a shrunken turtle."

With the singing and harmony of the chords of death, in that darkness, a middle-aged scholar with a sad face walked out slowly.

When Nie Xiaoqian saw this, she finally understood why this middle-aged scholar always had to hold a book, because this book was his unique weapon, the "Book Business Qi Sword".

"Brother Lu?"

"Brother Lu?"

Although Zhu Weiming and Yan Li were seriously injured, they were both in good spirits when they saw the middle-aged scholar appear.

The middle-aged scholar is the leader of the juggling troupe, Lu Zhengdao, he walked to Zhu Weiming and Yan Li's side as if no one was around, looked at them with sad eyes, and said: "Second brother, sixth brother, I have worked hard for you, leave the rest to me, you take Siniang and them to go first." ”

"Brother Lu, let's fight a bloody road side by side, I don't believe it, who else can stop the guns and swords in your hands." Lu Zhengdao returned safely, Zhu Weiming had a backbone, and he came back generously and heroically, not even caring about whether he could hold the gun tightly with both hands.

When Lu Zhengdao heard this, he sighed in his heart, and his face seemed to be sad again, and he was about to speak.

Several figures suddenly appeared on the right side of the alley, shouting: "Zhu Weiming, this road is dead, even if you shed the last drop of blood on your body, this is also a dead end." ”

Zhu Weiming has never been afraid to quarrel with others, he rolled his eyes and mocked: "Sneaky, sneaky, which villain is coming, and he dares to talk about a dead end?" ”

"Villain? Hahaha, the three heroes of Zhengqi Villa are often scolded as hypocrites, but it is the first time I have heard of being scolded as villains, which is very fresh. At some point, there was another crowd on the wall opposite the figures, and one of them laughed.

"Mu Xiu will be destroyed by the forest wind, our three heroes of the Righteous Qi Villa are standing upright, and the main thing is even more impartial, the hypocrites and villains are just the whispers of some ignorant juniors with bad intentions." Someone in Zhengqi Villa replied loudly.

Nie Xiaoqian was slightly stunned when she heard this, in the story of "A Chinese Ghost Story in the World", there is indeed a deserted righteous villa. I didn't expect this to be a good place, the three heroes or something, it sounds full of righteousness.

Yan Li hesitated for a moment when he saw that the centaurs who appeared were actually in the Zhengqi Villa, and said, "Brother Lu, this Zhengqi Villa?" ”

Lu Zhengdao shook his head, and sighed helplessly: "Why bother to go to troubled waters. ”

"Lu Jieyuan, you asked knowingly. Although the people of Zhengqi Villa are upright, they also have to eat, and they can't raise righteousness if they don't eat, but if they don't have money in their pockets, where will they get to eat. "Just now, I laughed at the people of Zhengqi Villa, and I replied first without waiting for the people of Zhengqi Villa to speak, and there was no joke in my words.

"Money, sweet, hot, poisonous. If it is unreasonable, it will be weak and sad, and it must be avoided. Lu Zhengdao replied in a deep voice.

"Lu Jieyuan, you are just too pedantic, you don't do it if you have a good champion, you want to stand up for the thief, and you are willing to fall, and now what Qianfu is pointing out is pathetic, pitiful, lamentable, hateful, and embarrassing."

The man's words are not sharp, and the implication is that he is a beautiful woman, but he is a thief.

"Don't you scholars also have a few words, Confucianism has its own golden house, Confucianism has its own little nun, Confucianism has its own beautiful second sister-in-law, and Confucianism has its own daughter-in-law. Don't you know that money, a flavor medicine, can rejuvenate the face, pick and moisturize, cure hunger, relieve the suffering of distress and misfortune, summon the gods, and ventilate ghosts. ”

Lu Zhengdao was twenty years old, the first place in the township examination Xie Yuan, wrote poems and lyrics famous all over the world, and was praised by Zhuge Wolong, a university scholar in the past, and said that he had the talent of the champion.

The people of Zhengqi Villa were all angry when they heard these nonsense words, but they seemed to know that it was Lu Zhengdao who they were going to deal with tonight, and they didn't say anything, but instead asked Lu Zhengdao angrily: "Lu Zhengdao, do you still have the face to mention the four words of Zhengqi Villa?" You ask yourself, are you worthy of Master Fu's cultivation? ”

Lu Zhengdao didn't answer the chivalrous guest of Zhengqi Villa, but asked: "How is Master Fu doing lately?" ”

The people on the other side of Justice Hill replied angrily, "I haven't been by you yet. ”

(Second update.) ）