The bitter rain bell rings in the city, the temple is soaked in blood and the jade tower, the sorrowful knife becomes a slaughter, and the remnants of the song come from the west.

Continuing from the previous article, Na Bo Wujing recalled Dong Zhongying's voice and smile from a deep perspective, and he couldn't help but feel sad and inseparable.

Yu Yang in front of him was still squinting, the contemptuous eyes that implied disdain swirled in his squinting eyes, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and then he snorted lightly, and only after a while did he speak: "Alas! Dong Gongzi can have you, a loyal slave, and he can also smile under Jiuquan." ”

Hearing this, Bo Wu was pulled back to reality from his memories, and looked at Yu Yang in front of him coldly: "I'm not a slave!"

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the two pools of blood on the ground were diluted in an instant, and the corpses that had become two sections were still oozing blood only near the wounds, but the speed of the blood seeping was far from keeping up with the speed of the rain falling, and the internal organs and skin and flesh were washed clean by the rain, the red became redder, the pink became more pink, and the flesh and bones were showing white.

Yu Yang took a deep breath, looked at Bo Wu and said, "It doesn't matter to me whether I am a slave or not, I can tell you that this is enough to give you face, go back quickly." ”

Bo Wu was stimulated by these words, and for a while he was full of anger, angry and angry, raised the knife in his hand and pointed at Yu Yang and shouted: "If I can't see that Zhanhong, I won't go anywhere!"

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Speaking of the noise under the tower, where can Zhanhong on the tower not know, naturally the enemy is very red when he sees him, and he can't support himself to turn over from the window, and slash this wicked person who grabs horses and fights hatred.

"Calm down, Yu Yang is here, you can take a look first. Akiba raised her hand to grab Zhanhong's arm, staring at him and shaking her head.

Autumn leaves' hand touched Zhanhong's arm, only to feel that the soft hand was cold and soft, Zhanhong's evil qi subsided from the side of the gall for a while, and the pain in his body was reduced a little, and there was a whisper in the ear chakra in a daze, but he couldn't hear it really anyway, could it be the voice in his heart?

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Yu Yang, who was under the tower, said softly: "I don't know how to lift." ”

Knowing that he hadn't retracted his last note, the Bowu in front of him waved the ghost head big ring knife in his hand left and right like a madman, and screamed "Wow Ya Ya" in his mouth, his legs were shoulder-width apart, the knife edge was backwards in his right hand, and his left hand was bladed in front of him, his eyes were red and he opened his mouth to bite his lip fiercely, and the blood flowed out and the rain mixed into the thick beard, making it really unclear why he was like this.

The pain stirred the temples of Bowu, and he grinned at a mouthful of blood-stained yellow teeth, and under the glare of lightning, where was the living man of the world, and it was clearly the evil spirit of hell that eats people.

Seeing that the umbrella holder on Yu Yang's side trembled, I don't know whether he was frightened by the thunder or shocked by Bo Wu in front of him, and the umbrella in his hand also shook.

The sword-wielding man guarding him on the other side of Yu Yang spoke: "Since you don't want to live, I'll send you there!" Look at this person's figure without stopping, the footwork under his feet is like electricity, sprinting two steps to the tip of the toe body soaring into the air, the sword is pointed, the whole body rotates like a drill, the front is the scabbard, the middle is the long sword, and the back is the human body, it is really the man's sword is one, and the whole person follows the scabbard and stabs towards Bowu.

Bo Wu saw the sword-wielder attacking him, stomped his feet, but did not dodge or dodge, raised the knife to meet the sword edge, the right hand ghost head big ring knife opened the oncoming scabbard, like a pu fan-like left palm forward, the flint electric moment the palm has touched the tip of the sword, the rotating blade instantly pierced into the palm of Bo Wu's left hand, the distance between the two people is almost close, let's say how ruthless this Bo Wu is, the left palm clenched the fist to catch the sword blade, not waiting for the sword bearer's action, the right hand ghost head big ring knife quickly shook to cut off the right hand of the sword holder, and then the steps kept rushing forward, the ghost head big ring knife in his right hand was slightly below the shoulder, and the knife edge was up to the back of the knife"Whoa" sounded, and then looked at it, the knife edge gave the hanging sword-wielding man a disembowelment, and the intestines flew out of the blood splash, which was really a deadly fight!

"Ahh

Yu Yang's figure retreated, and the umbrella holder stepped forward, with the umbrella in his hand on the top of his head, and held the umbrella handle with both hands to exert force to push the body of the sword-wielder diagonally forward.

At this moment, a cold arrow shot out of the crack in the door of the house on the left side of the courtyard, heading straight for Yu Yang.

The umbrella bearer glanced at it, and was busy with the umbrella to block, but he knew that he had just blocked the arrow, and Bo Wu in front of him had already rushed to the front, only to see him swing the big ring knife with a ghostly head, and the blade of the knife was slashed diagonally from the right side, and the person with the umbrella belt was directly split into two sections.

The umbrella bearer fell to the ground with a scream, blood splattered on the spot.

At this time, Yu Yang had already retreated into the tower, and all this in front of him was really beyond his expectations, but from the face of him, he was very calm.

"Zhan Hong, Zhan Hong, you bad wolf cub, where are you, don't hide in your mother's womb!" Bo Wu shouted in the border dialect in a fit of rage.

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The Northern Dynasty Zhengguo went to Beijing Xidu, the backyard of this martial god temple was full of murderous atmosphere, a room on the left side of the courtyard, seeing the door of the house slowly closed, the whole room was hidden in the rain curtain, everything was as usual.

Zhanhong looked at the bottom of the tower and said, "Hey, what a good knife." ”

Akiba nodded slightly and said, "The knife is good, and the people are also strong." Zhan Hong smiled after hearing this: "He is iron-hearted, even if he dies, he will take my life." ”

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The first floor of the glazed tower is quite spacious, the four walls are tall bookshelves, there are tables for people to read in front of the bookshelf, all the lights are protected by glass lampshades to avoid water, the ground in the middle is a map of the world, and there are ladders up and down the stairs on the east and west sides.

At this time, there was no one else in the layer except Yu Yang and Bo Wu, Bo Wu clenched his fist in his left hand, and the blood dripped from his fingers to the ground.

From the eyes of outsiders, whether it is this martial god temple, or the glazed pagoda behind this temple, you are looking horizontally, vertically, horizontally and vertically, how to look at it is so ordinary, no matter what, I can't think of what kind of relationship it has with the school office, and the same is true in Bowu's eyes, he is the first time to enter this glazed tower, looking left and right, but it is a place to store books and read, he muttered in his heart, Zhanhong should not be here. After thinking about it, he pointed at Yu Yang and asked, "Where did Zhanhong go where you hid it?"

Yu Yang didn't answer, smiled and squinted his eyes to straighten his sleeves, and raised his hand to comb his long hair, which made this Bo Wu irritable, the big ring knife in his hand trembled, and the sound of the nine rings on the back of the knife sounded.

"You wicked people of the northern country!" Bo Wu made a gesture to make a knife, Cheng Tuhu pressed the knife momentum, the ghost head big ring knife in the right hand to the left and placed horizontally on the left arm, snorted and walked forward under his feet, the ghost head big ring knife came out with the steps under his feet, and the knife was held in both hands like a snake out of the hole from the bottom left, provoking and killing Yu Yang.

Seeing that the knife edge was close to Yu Yang, Yu Yang's body floated backwards like a ghost, and after dodging this knife, his figure flickered right and left, and he could always dodge in front of the Bowu knife, only relying on footwork to dodge, and did not attack, as if he was delaying time. To say that the current five big and three thick and tall and strong Bo Wu has shrewd energy, he also noticed that something is wrong, the person in front of him with long hair is not a man or a woman, and his body method is extremely fast, but it is not like those wine bags and rice bags before, but he just dodged and did not make a move, for fear that there would be fraud, thinking about it, he retracted the blade of the knife, and the horizontal knife became a defensive trend in front of his chest, and he kept an eye on Yu Yang while paying attention to the surroundings.

Yu Yang saw the change of body at the right time, took off the belt from his waist in the gap between tossing and turning, and the belt like a soft noodle sheet made a metallic humming sound when he waved it in the air, and then looked at the past, this Yu Yang actually had a long sword in his hand like a trick. Without waiting for Bo Wu to come back to his senses, the towering bookshelves on the left and right sides creaked, and the bricks and stones on the ground under his feet trembled, as if some kind of Karakuri had been triggered, the bookshelves on both sides flipped and opened, and several figures flashed from behind the bookshelves, one by one, dressed in official clothes, led by a person wearing a gray robe, and also with long hair, looking much more masculine than that Yu Yang, this person held a sword in his right hand, and said: "The end will be late!"

"It's not too late, it's not too late, it's just in time. Yu Yang chuckled and said, "Go, catch him!" As soon as the words fell, six cold lights went straight to Bowu.

The Bowu knife crossed his chest, and while his left and right hands alternately swung the Ghost Head Nine Ring Knife in front of him to create a round knife flower, he retreated backwards towards the outside of the tower.

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Two flowers bloomed, and Cao San, who was sitting in front of Dong Zhongying's corpse, listened to the sound of lightning and thunder outside the house hitting the eaves in his ears, his eyes stared at Dong Zhongying's corpse for half a moment, the scar on his neck blinked, and he muttered in a trance: "It follows the will of the lord." ”

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and with a thunderclap, someone shouted: "Third master!

"What's the ghost called!" Cao San scolded in the border city dialect after speaking, and did not turn his head, his eyes were still staring at Dong Zhongying's corpse, in a trance, Dong Zhongying's chest seemed to rise and fall, and the hand wrapped in linen and cotton cloth also moved, Cao San stood up in horror by the scene in front of him, the chair he sat on was knocked to the ground, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

The attendant guards who walked in behind him first leaned down and picked up their chairs, and then saluted respectfully behind Cao San: "The elder Yang Pavilion is here, and he is waiting for you in the front hall, I have to see you." ”

Cao San breathed a sigh of relief, he had only heard of the corpse before but had never seen it, and he thought that he was going to open his eyes today, but he didn't think about it, but he was dazzled, and he thought about what was the matter with Yang Pavilion at this time, he couldn't help frowning, his heart was irritable, not because Yang Pavilion was here, he was annoyed that he had no plans in the past three days, and he was irritable that he couldn't control the situation, so he could only comfort himself with "going with the flow", so he raised his hand and rubbed the Yintang acupoint, and said: "Let him wait a while, I'll change my clothes and go over." After speaking, he touched the blood-stained clothes on his body and ordered: "Find some people to guard the spirit of the young master, so that nothing goes wrong." ”

After saying that, this Cao San stepped into the rain curtain.