When the old man saw Qingzhu, the muscles on his face writhed all about the anger in his heart. Raising his hand together, the roof tiles of a ditch rolled upside down, and rushed towards the green bamboo in a line, and the roof tiles of that line, one after another, were dense, as if a silk thread was strung up, and it smashed towards the green bamboo.

Of the remaining three old men, one flew to the side of the two old men who had been hit by the iron nail of the chaos, and the remaining two flew towards Yi Jinglan and the chaos. The two old men who had been hit by the hidden weapon, saw that the helper came, and as soon as their legs were prepared, they sat on the tile and adjusted their breath and luck, and detoxified and healed their injuries by themselves.

Mo Xiuyan fought with the general under the house, and got Qingzhu's back is stone, and his heart was anxious, but his face was still normal, and he pulled his sword and smiled, facing the general of the town hall who rushed towards him, and the general of the town hall under the direct anger, that little internal injury aroused his ferocity and bravery, two large hammer-like fists, swinging in front of him, and rushing towards Mo Xiuyan like a mad bull, with his iron armor that Mo Xiuyan had no way to do, "Hit and kill you!"

The dull roar was like the roar of a flood, a wide mouth that was twisting, as if it wanted to swallow the Demon Cultivator's words and spread his sound waves.

The distance disappeared in the gaze of the two pairs of eyes, and the fist that swung again ignored the short sword in Mo Xiuyan's hand.

Mo Xiuyan's feet did not move, his upper body moved obliquely, a person was like a tumbler, the general of the town hall tripped over Mo Xiuyan's feet, a horse crawled and pounced forward, as soon as Mo Xiuyan floated, his feet jumped on his back, and he stepped on it desperately, and flew up to the room.

The fight of a few people in the room, catching and twisting together, a few people in Xiuyue Villa, seeing that they had fallen behind, no one was cheap in the hands of those old men. The people of Xiuyue Villa were originally specialized in practicing this assassination practice, and they were fighting head-on, and none of them had this kind of fighting mentality, coupled with their actions for many years, the way they fought was still that kind of ghostly floating body.

As soon as the demon cultivator went to the roof:

"Well done. ”

The sound of the twilight sounded like the afterglow of the sun coming from the other side of the mountain. Mo Xiuyan's gaze swept over a few people, except for Qingzhu, who was a little sluggish, although the others did not try to collide head-on with their opponents, but with their own light and agile body, those old men could not help them. The tall and thin old man who didn't make a move, with a pan, came to the body of Mo Xiuyan, "Sign up, I heard that Lao Qi is to let you be injured, although it is only a tile, but that is also a big skill." It's okay to remember your big name. ”

Mo Xiu was silent, it wasn't a few of them who were in danger at the moment, but the red candle, the fireworks she emitted, just showed the general direction she was in, she needed rescue, but how long could she last?

"Awesome, great, great. ”

Mo Xiuyan's eyes rolled, and his mouth shouted, the old man didn't know what he meant by bangbangbang, bangbang, but he knew that it must be the kind of meaning they knew each other, but no matter what, it must be against them.

Qingzhu and Yi Jinglan, as well as the chaos, all know the meaning of the demon cultivator's words, and raise the stick, that is, to wave it down, but this stick must be prepared first, in fact, it is to say, move closer to him. The three of them each showed their secret weapons, only the chaos did not dare to let go of his fire tree and silver flowers, and only the fierce attack with a sword. Yi Jinglan's cold rain erupted from the copper pipe again, and the old man opposite her was in a hurry, and there was a strange scream, and his feet were forced, but he forgot that he was on the roof, and directly stepped on the roof tiles and fell off the house, "The third child!" The old man who confronted Mo Xiuyan shouted, one palm was like a knife, and he floated straight towards Mo Xiuyan, the fluttering figure attracted a robe, and his angry eyes were round and straight towards Mo Xiuyan, the kind of eyes that can knock people down, Mo Xiuyan has never seen it, in the countless missions of Mo Xiuyan in the past two years, there has never been a pair of eyes looking at him like this, he has only seen those desperate and helpless eyes, or when he looked back at him, his sword had gone straight into the heart, and when he turned his head to look at him, his eyes had begun to scatter and lose his mind, but the eyes of this beard were so angry that they were magnified in the speed of his movement, and it was the first time he had seen it。 As soon as Mo Xiuyan's eyes closed, the silence of the world came when his eyes closed.

The heart has no sword, and the eye is invincible

Fang is really invincible

There is an enemy in the heart, and there is an enemy in the sword

The sword cannot be defeated, and the will cannot be defeated

Mo Xiuyan silently recited without a sword in his heart, in the past sixteen years, he has only been able to reach the ninth grade, he knows that it is his intention, and his heart cannot be calm, then his heart can not reach the tenth grade without a sword, these sixteen years, he has been unquiet, and he can't be quiet, when Yang Chunhua stroked the scars on his body, the sadness in his eyes, as painful as a mother looking at her child's injury, he closed his eyes, and he could also feel that her motionless eyes were about to burst into tears, and the obsessive eyes stopped on her fingers like onions, and the fingertips were a deep knife mark, the blood stains were not dry, and there were doubts in those confused eyes, as if they were always saying that sentence'What kind of person is this, who has never died after being injured like this, maybe it is only because his heart is not dead that his body is not dead?'

When Yang Chunhua stayed in front of his bed, a few days and nights later, he woke up, but the tired and sleepy Yang Chunhua fell asleep on his body, what kind of sleeping position was that, his injured heartbeat, he didn't dare to jump up too excitedly, he was afraid of waking up the girl in his sleep, he couldn't get out of bed for more than three months, all his life was in bed, what kind of three months, his life was all turned into that long and short three months.

At this time, Mo Xiuyan faced his opponent, and as soon as he closed his eyes, the silence of the world was Yang Chunhua's even breathing······

moved, Yang Chunhua finally moved, but Mo Xiuyan only felt that he had a body, and he had experienced the weight of a thousand catties, and Yang Chunhua who woke up looked guilty, he knew what she was guilty of? But she didn't say it, just blushed, and hurriedly touched it again, I don't know how many times she had touched it, and those wounds and bodies that she was already familiar with.

The world was quiet, the old man's palm knife had the sharp roar of the blade, Yang Chunhua was still in his mind, why wasn't it his children? At this time, Mo Xiuyan would always think like this and ask like this?

In front of the sword, a sword flower bloomed in front of him, and the arc drawn by the short sword formed a white glittering flower shadow, facing the old man's palm. With his chest straightened, his feet left the tile, and with one hand behind his back, he drifted towards the old man. A short sword, the blade can no longer be seen, only a white piece of silver light, in the red firelight, this piece of silver light is so bright and eye-catching. Mo Xiuyan was still thinking, thinking about his life of being caked, how could he meet someone like Yang Chunhua? Mo Yan appeared in his mind again, the world was quieter, Yan Er's big eyes were always smiling in his dreams, shining like stars, is the sick brother okay?

Happiness always appears when he closes his eyes, only when he is quiet, and as soon as he opens his eyes, Xiuyue Villa will be in front of him, no matter where he is? Xiuyue Villa will always appear, but there are more layers of fog, those fogs are like the separation of the sun when it is clear, drifting with light, and also drifting with sadness, his whole life has been in it, but he is always afraid of that place, he dare not approach, and when he walks in, he wants to leave the place where there is no family.

The old man turned sideways, letting the sharp edge of the Demon Xiuyan's front rise his body, as long as the Demon Xiuyan's sword was also moved upward, then he would be able to find the center point of the sword flower, as long as it was a little, no matter how sharp the sword flower was, it would lose its origin.

Mo Xiuyan's body also rose synchronously with him, Ping Ping pushed out with a palm, the strength of the giant pair, all gathered in this palm, decades of skill, let him form a strong wall in front of him, but what Mo Xiuyan was waiting for was this moment, the sword in a circle has been slashing towards the old man's chest, the old man didn't pay attention to his straight slash, just slightly sideways, and collided with Mo Xiuyan, the tip of the sword passed the palm, and the other hand was rushed out from the waist, and the huge internal qi was all in this palm, and the demon Xiuyan also stretched out a palm to meet it, but the palm of the demon Xiuyan's defense was only on the opponent's side, and it led his body to move up, not with the other party's palm sturdy, but at the moment of dipping, leading his body to fly upward, with the strength of the old man, the speed of this upward movement is also faster.

The world is finally quiet, unprecedentedly quiet, only one's own body, one's own mind, in the face of one's own blows, has an involuntary reaction, the strength of the other party, let one's body react, this reaction is based on the opponent's strength and direction, make a natural response. This is the experience and transcendence that Mo Xiuyan has never experienced, like the flow of the heart through the heart, so that he has a kind of disappearance and union of spirit and body, body and mind, in that, between the absence and the absence, he reacts when he does not make the decision to think, the pressure that the opponent gives him is the pressure that he cannot collide head-on with his own cultivation, but the reaction made by his body is just to avoid the opponent's strong blow, and he is dodging, and he is ready for the next moment of attack.

Yi Jinglan moved her body and began to approach him, Qingzhu's two sleeve arrows were shot, and the foot was on the tile, the body flew up, and flew backwards to herself, and the sword of the chaotic oblique slash did not succeed in forcing the old man back, he grabbed the sword body, turned his wrist and turned the sword body, and before he completed the oblique slash of a sword, he recovered and drew it halfway, and cut it towards the hand that he took.

For a while, the dynamics and breathing of all the people on this roof, Mo Xiuyan became clear, he didn't look at them, but he clearly saw all this in his perceptual consciousness.