"Misnamed...... Isn't it going well?" Xuan Yi muttered to himself, as if pondering the deep meaning.

Huo Lanyuan clenched the red whisk in his hand, looked at the empty hands of the person opposite, and suddenly bent down, looking for something from the pile of corpses.

"If it's a contest, then it's fair. Don't say that I deceived you, take it. He picked up a long sword and threw it into Xuanyi's hand.

Although the sword was far from being able to defeat the appearance of the red whisk, the sword body was cold and hard enough. This dark iron is a combination of rigidity and softness, blending like this, it can be curved or straight, and it is a good sword.

Xuanyi was also polite, and took it with his right hand.

"You don't know swordsmanship, but I have the wound on my body from yesterday's fight with Yan Xingyun, this time, it's fair!" Huo Lanyuan glanced at the red ribbon on the hilt of the red sword, and said softly, his voice so low that only this sword could hear clearly.

"What's the matter if it's unfair? Xuanyi took off his soap-colored robe, still in the pile of corpses, he didn't know how to use a sword, but he also learned from the appearance of yesterday's uncles and posed.

From a distance, it's really like that.

Both of them wore only white shirts, and although the clothes were bloody, there were some similarities. If you look at it from a distance, you can't tell who your acquaintance is.

In the moonlight, one person's eyes were bright red, and his long body was erect. When he first saw the edge of the long sword in his hand, he was a little restrained. But the strength in the hand is not small, and the more you grip it, the tighter it becomes.

The other person is extremely familiar with the posture of holding the sword, his muscles and bones are cold, and he is not afraid of killing and slaughtering. His face was originally as warm as jade, but he no longer had that handsome appearance at all, a little arrogant, a little crazy. Lips pursed, teeth clenched.

The swords are already facing the person opposite.

The cool breeze is a signal. The wind whistled by, and the white silk of the prelude was also lifted.

I don't know whose sword moved first, when Liu Sanqian came back to his senses, he had already seen the intersection of the two swords, and there was a few sounds of "dangdang" in his ears.

Xuan Yi was obviously undisciplined, but he was forced to inherit Huo Lanyuan's sword, and most of them used brute force to contend with it. He only took a few moves, and his arms were already sore. It was as if the doctor was applying needles to him and poked him dozens of times in his muscles and bones.

But Huo Lanyuan used a lot of ingenuity, and his way of making moves can be called tricky, and it is a move that is difficult for novices to crack.

Under such circumstances, the monks inevitably stood on a weak footing and retreated. He retreated a few meters in a row, and with a clatter, he crashed into the Golden Buddha.

Xuan Yi didn't have time to touch the back of his head, which was a little painful, and he was still blocking Huo Lanyuan's sword again and again. But then, the person on the other side seemed to have reduced his strength, and his face was a little weird. His eyes didn't focus on the person he had suppressed, but instead looked over to Genichi and at something behind the monk's body.

Huo Lanyuan's eyes were blank, his soul seemed to be sucked by something, and the strength in his hand softened.

Eye.

The eyes of the Golden Buddha.

The evil door is terrible.

Looking inside, it seems that you can only see the boundless darkness, and despair overflows overhead, as if you are in the netherworld. He's still sinking, and he can't see the bottom or the end.

Those eyes were three points darker than the night. It is really ironic to contrast with the golden body of the Buddha statue.

How can such a thing cross the sea of suffering. It is a sea of suffering. Ruthless, loveless, only bloodthirsty desires that never stop.

If you look at it, you can get a glimpse of the continuous war thousands of years ago. It preserves the most primitive human fears and pains, with malice and mockery.

"Kill him...... Kill him...... Kill him...... Kill...... Kill...... Kill...... My baby...... Why don't you hurry up and do it...... I haven't had enough blood yet......"

In Huo Lanyuan's mind, a voice suddenly sounded. The sound was like a bronze bell ringing, lingering in his mind for a long time.

Melodious like the sound of a flute, but also hoarse like the roar of a beast.

Like the long howl of a half-centenarian when he was dying, it was much stranger than a crow crying blood.

"Kill...... Kill...... Kill...... I want the blood of those who are in front of you...... Give me his blood...... Good boy ......"

It howled and made a strange noise.

Click, click, click......

These two voices converged in Huo Lanyuan's mind, and they exploded into his headache, as if after a hangover, when he woke up on the second day, his eyes began to dim and his consciousness was cloudy.

"Don't say it...... Don't talk about it......" Huo Lanyuan shook his head, the sword in his hand was no longer able to support it. A long line of saliva flowed from his mouth, his skin flushed, and green tendons burst out.

"Don't you hate him very much......? Don't wait...... That girl has been using you all along...... She only likes this guy...... You're not reconciled...... Unwilling......"

The corners of the golden Buddha's mouth are hooked, but the rest of his facial features have not changed. The corners of its mouth tugged at the base of its ears, and it laughed wickedly. It was as if there was a knife that cut its face. The wound stretched from the corner of the mouth to the base of the ear, and it was extremely treacherous.

The skin laughs, but the flesh doesn't laugh.

"You're not reconciled...... Kill...... Kill...... Kill...... Kill him...... Kill him...... Kill him......" The voice was coaxing him, and the annoying voices kept coming.

"Don't scream, don't scream, don't scream!" Huo Lanyuan no longer made a move, but waved the red whisk indiscriminately and took a few steps back. As if banishing the spirit from the brain.

Xuanyi was puzzled, and the confrontation situation fell apart. His opponent was struggling backwards, and he couldn't help but ask, "Are you ......?"

"Don't speak, don't speak, get out, get out!" Huo Lanyuan coughed several times, his face hideous and ruthless. He tossed the red whisk aside and suddenly grabbed his neck with his backhand.

"Hee-hee-hee...... Hehehehe......" The voice in his head laughed wildly, but it also lightened with the force in Huo Lanyuan's hand.

"Get out, you get out of here!" Huo Lanyuan saw that this method was useful, and his hands became more and more forceful. He was so cruel to himself that he spasmed all over, and his eyes widened so wide that they almost jumped out of their sockets.

"You're so stupid...... Why don't you obey?" the voice was silenced and dissipated into nothingness. The aftermath is long, it seems to be a pity, and it also seems to be watching a good show.

But Huo Lanyuan was also the first to fall, and he fell down with his face down in the pile of corpses.

Xuan Yiwu stood on his own, not understanding yet, but stepped forward and touched Huo Lanyuan's pulse.

And the heartbeat.

He kept his back to the Buddha of the Great Sun behind him, and he couldn't get a glimpse of the strange smile on the Buddha's face and the cold gaze projected from its eyes.

"Xuanyi, you're still alive. Is...... Great!" There was a person who was hidden in the darkness, and the voice was Shen Qingjun's.

Xuan Yi immediately turned around and saw the shadow of the man in the corner, and the three thousand green silk were swaying in the wind. Coarse linen and kudzu clothes, the familiar fragrance.

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。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors