"I don't know who the strange person in Huo Xiaogongzi's mouth is? Such a person wants to see it below. Shi Jian showed no mercy and almost made a fatal move.

Huo Lanyuan retreated a few meters in a row, and gradually he didn't even have room to fight back, so he could only passively accept the move.

The sword qi is like a rainbow reflecting the sun, in this cramped dark passage, under the light of the fire, showing a vigorous posture.

This kind of interpretation is like his original appearance, the killing aura is as cold as a knife, moving and shaking, like a vulture hunting for food. It's like, from the very beginning, he shouldn't have been a monk wearing a robe and reading Buddhist scriptures.

Xuan Yi suddenly realized, it turned out that the sentence he had always hung on his lips before, "Uncle Shijian, you don't look like a monk" was actually a prophecy.

The monks of this monastery are like a play on the stage, in the past ten years, with the temple as the stage, in front of him, singing a grand play.

can be explained, he is the one who can't sing the most in the play. He always speaks meat words, does things in a good way, and never leaves "wine and meat" and "women" on his lips. If you are not serious and unformed, how can you have the indifference and purity of a monk?

It's long overdue.

"This person's name is 'Yan Xingyun', and he makes a good sword. It is said that his saber 'Red Whisk' sharpens iron like clay, and when this sword is released, it will take the life of the enemy, without exception. Huo Lanyuan gasped roughly, the long sword in his hand was out of order, and he could almost be regarded as swinging the hilt of the sword indiscriminately.

"Nebula swordsmanship, I've also heard of it. A red breeze dances, the stars in the clouds can be picked up, and the moon in the water can be picked up below, and the rigidity and softness are combined, and they are unexpected. Shi Jian seemed to have returned to his home field, his body was as light as an ape, and his body was as burly as a tiger.

The lean body, the muscles were stretched out, and the skin was like bronze.

The momentum is like a rainbow.

"But I've also heard that 'Yan Xingyun' doesn't have a fate. From top to bottom, there is no flaw in him. Huo Xiaogongzi, what you said should be the nonsense of Huo Family Master Huo Sang!" Shi Jian retorted.

Everything is known.

But the two of them want to play dumb riddles.

It's as if Huo Lanyuan didn't know that the person in front of him was using the "Nebula Sword Technique", and Shi Jian didn't recognize himself as "Yan Xingyun".

Both men are fighting the fox for power.

"My father said that Yan Xingyun hid his life in the nightless sky, and I personally ...... Went to confirm. I also fetched it. Huo Lanyuan was defeated and retreated, but a strange light appeared in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched, extremely cunning.

"Huo Xiaogongzi, your sword is a good sword!" Shi Jian replied to the question, his arms were strong and flexible, and he took advantage of Huo Lanyuan's momentum to weaken, and stabbed the sword in his hand hard.

Huo Lanyuan was caught off guard and blocked with the sword in his hand. The two swords clashed, and the blades shook and swayed, as if they were resonating.

But immediately after, the sword in Shi Jian's hand was no match for the edge of the other sword, and it was broken into two. Fall to the ground, clang, clang.

"Master Shi Jian, you see, this sword is indeed very good!" Huo Lanyuan lightly tapped the blade, and he could hear an incomparably crisp long roar. It seems that when it saw the old master, it couldn't help but sing with nostalgia, telling about the killing and slaughter of the past.

"As soon as the red whisk comes out, it will take the enemy's life, and I want to see if this is true or false. ”

One lost his weapon, and the other had a sharp edge in his hand.

When Shi Jian heard this, he just smiled nonchalantly, "Do you really want Yan Xingyun to kill the enemy with just his sword? You kid, you are really naïve." ”

With that, he twisted Huo Lanyuan's arm, pinched Huo Lanyuan's neck with the other hand, pulled him, and smashed him against the wall.

"Boy, this sword can only really work if it is in the right hands. It is in my hand, a red whisk, but in your hand it is nothing. ”

Huo Lanyuan fell heavily from the wall, his nose was bleeding, and his mouth was broken. He was in a trance, and his speech was intermittent, "Sure enough...... It lives up to its name!"

The red whisk was thrown out of his hand, flew several meters away, and stuck at one end of the wall on the left. Into the wall for three points.

"It's my companion, it's never been my lifeline. Shi Jian gently pulled it out and took out the red whisk. He lovingly stroked the smooth blade, "Return to its rightful owner." Red Whisk, you're happy too!"

Huo Lanyuan was a little embarrassed, he stood up with his hands on the ground, and patted the plaster on his body. Blood hung from the corners of his mouth and nose, and he wiped it off with the cuffs of his white shirt. Since it is already a bloody coat, it doesn't care about one more trace.

He looked at Shi Jian in frustration, and then at Xuanyi, who was protected by the monk behind Shi Jian, "Master, can't you really make it convenient for me?"

"No, you can't. Shi Jian looked natural and did not hesitate.

"Good. Huo Lanyuan's teeth were also stained red with blood, and his chuckling was a little oozing. He looked at the two of them again, and suddenly laughed, "Hahahahahahaha

"What are you laughing at?" Shi Jian didn't talk nonsense with him, just turned his wrist, felt the weight of the red whisk, and said, "It's been a long time", and stabbed towards Huo Lanyuan.

Huo Lanyuan had nowhere to escape, no sword to stop. It can be a sword, I am afraid that the liver will rupture.

He was pressed against the wall by Shi Jian, and more blood gushed out of his mouth, but he was still laughing, "Hahahahahahaha-"

As the two of them walked around, they kicked through the black box that Huo Lanyuan had held in his hand from the beginning.

The black box fell to the ground, the lid was lifted, and something seemed to roll out of it. The thing rolled into the corner and died down in an instant.

"What the hell are you laughing at?" Shi Jian looked into Huo Lanyuan's eyes, and saw no fear or pain, only a mockery, and he was a little uneasy.

"I'm ...... Laugh at you, hahahahaha-" Huo Lanyuan burst into tears of laughter, and his body shook continuously, so that Shi Jian's body that was entangled with him could also feel a slight tremor.

"Didn't you notice? No, this is not only your life, but also mine, Xuanyi's life, Shen Qingjun's life, and the lifeline of all the monks in this Jialan Temple. You haven't noticed it all along, isn't this ridiculous?" Huo Lanyuan's words were reversed, and he became even more crazy.

"What are you talking about, what the hell is my life......" Shi Jian's eyes were full of doubts, he thought for a long time, and suddenly his eyes widened, as if he sensed something, and looked towards the object in the corner.

"Our life, but ...... It's all a word for 'love'! From the beginning to the end, ruthlessness will not give birth to ghosts. There will not be a bloody night in Garan. The strange excitement in Huo Lanyuan's eyes was even worse, he was very satisfied, the monk had already touched the point.

Shi Jian's eyes were about to split, and he took a few steps back, his eyes red and swollen.

I don't know if I can't believe it, or I don't want to believe it.

In the corner, it was nothing else, but a head.

It belongs to the head of the elegant prostitute who never sleeps - the red sleeves.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors