Demon Xiu's words were contemplative, and the clarity of the world and the darkness of his closed eyes had a crack in an instant, making him feel a trace of visible clarity between reality and darkness. The punch knife that the old man on the opposite side was oncoming, the internal force and air flow flowing in front of his fist were clearly visible, and the dynamics of his body and movement, in the first moment and the current moment, allowed him to clearly predict what he would do in the next moment.

There's no need to move your body to meet an opponent who is still outside your attack range, just wait for him to get close to you, and then strike first, and get the best effect in one fell swoop. As soon as Mo Xiuyan opened his eyes, the old man on the other side was about to slash at his face, but there was a gap between the awareness of his body and mind and the situation he saw with his eyes, but the current situation did not allow him to hesitate, either to fight back, or to dodge.

Mo Xiuyan's body retreated, standing outside Zhangyu, his feet were already standing on the edge of the eaves, and Mo Xiuyan's retreat was a choice that the Lingtai predicted when he closed his eyes first. This gap between seeing and perceiving, but Red Candle didn't dare to think much about it, his eyes widened, he waved his hand, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen palms waved out, fighting with the old man who was the leader.

The people on this roof, seeing the hands between the two of them, were close and very ruthless, and every move was fatal. The body turned, the shoulders stretched, the luck in the palm, the four fleshy palms, dozens of exchanges, none of them were flesh-to-hand combat, remote air strikes, but the two of them turned and moved, and the roofs under their feet were all shattered and collapsed without a breath, and between the broken tiles and trees, the two people had already fought in mid-air.

And Jinglan, Qingzhu, and Lichao, as soon as Mo Xiuyan made a move, they moved towards his roof tiles, and Mo Xiuyan's words, 'Awesome, great, great. Only a few of them knew, and they had to hurry up and rescue Red Candle. As soon as the three of them saw that the roof had been knocked down by them, they jumped down from the big hole.

Mo Xiuyan alone to the six people on the roof, Yi Jinglan and the three of them are not worried, but what they are worried about is the red candle, for the people of Xiuyue Villa, this escape and assassination is their specialty every day, Mo said that at this time, Mo Xiuyan can fight with their strongest person, even if he is weaker, he will be able to escape, but the red candle is not, she sent out fireworks for help, that is extremely urgent.

As soon as Yi Jinglan and the three of them fled, the remaining old men on one rooftop were all focused on Mo Xiuyan's body, and they surrounded him in the center at once. When Mo Xiuyan and the old man fell, the two stood on the roof:

"Who are you, the old man has fought countless heroes in his life, you are one of them, I can't bear you to want to die, if you can submit to King Kangning, I can ask the prince to spare you for your crime tonight."

The old man is not an ordinary person, although he is not very capable, but he also has an extraordinary heart, my nine brothers, I am willing to submit to the King of Kangning, you can, in the name of my Tangshan Nine Elders, to deduce who the King of Kangning is? This is my invitation.

Second, if you and your friends do not come to the palace of King Corning in the future, the old man guarantees that King Corning will not pursue the matter of tonight. ”

Mo Xiuyan was a little closer to the old man, and only then did he see the old man's face clearly. is already higher than ordinary people, coupled with his long horse face, which makes him look so tall and majestic, with big eyes, big mouth, and even more nose, which makes him more detached and unyielding in his body, but he does not look like a person with a smooth trend, but this is just an image. With Luo Fuluo's peace and tranquility, Mo Xiuyan can't even believe it now, in this world, except for those brothers in the Sword Pavilion, it is really difficult for him to trust anyone now:

"The legend of the nine elders of Tangshan, sixteen years ago I heard the great name, but at that time I was young, with my young heart at that time, I always thought that you were a group of people who were transcendent in the world, although they did not reach the high mountains, but the heart yearned for it, but now they have become servants, and I think that this personality is down a level.

Nevertheless, I still remember the admiration I had for you when I was a teenager, and when I started, I left a message of affection, and I returned my longing for your brother back then.

Although it is not an enemy today, the situation is relative, and there is only one battle, without him or thought.

Let's do it!"

"Young people, anxious, anxious and fearless, not the way to do things, I let you think, but you don't give yourself a way, why?"

"The hatred is deep, the morality is insufficient, even if the king of Xiaoning I is heroic, he is the palace, I want to come, I will come.

And you, senior, if you want to keep me, you may not be able to stay?

Can you give it a try?"

"With your means, I know that you will go out of Xiuyue Villa, why should you be involved in Xiuyue Villa?"

"You don't have to force each other with Xiuyue Villa.

If you know Xiuyue Villa, you know the Demon Family, I am the son of the Demon Family, the Demon Xiuyan.

Who do you think he is afraid of?"

As soon as Mo Xiuyan declared his identity, the rest of the people, with their knowledge, still don't know who it is, but now how can they know? Xiuyue Mountain Villa Xiuyue Sword Pavilion, the fame of sixteen years ago, how many people don't know? But today's Xiuyue Villa, with the spy report of the Kangning Palace, where can they not know? This Tangshan Zun Lao, I know, but I only have to shake my head, in the face of Demon Xiuyan, in the face of those homeless people in Xiuyue Sword, no matter how great the ability can be, no matter what care, they are all alone, such a group of people, if they really do bad things, the destructive power can be imagined.

Demon Xiuyan said his identity in one breath, and finally gave birth to the pride in his heart when he was not injured sixteen years ago, Luo Mo and Lan Qinghong were always fighting with him for the first sword of Xiuyue, but when Tianya Gusuo set up this first sword back then, there was only one box, where is the sword? A kind of vigilance that has always been in his heart suddenly returned to his heart, and he was a moon cultivator again.

Raise your palm, palm to the sky, start hand,

A sword without a sword is better than a sword in your hand

Kendo is ruthless and affectionate

The sword is merciless in the palm of the hand

There is no sword in the hand

It is advantageous to be advantageous, and it is not advantageous to win

No sword is better than a sword, undefeated is also a victory, and victory is honorable

But in the face of this Tang Shan Venerable Elder, he also has no sword in his hand, and he has no sword himself, how can he judge this victory or defeat? Mo Xiuyan thought, this is a stupid question. Thinking that this was a stupid question, Mo Xiuyan suddenly remembered that the master said that there are three kinds of stupidity, one is stupid, two is stupid, and three is stupid. Stupidity is ignorance, unknown, not unknowable, but ignorance, a kind of ignorance, or this is a kind of superiority, it is simple, and this stupidity has become a kind of good. At present, the kindness given to him by Elder Tangshan is actually to give himself a way, a way to come and go freely, as long as he recognizes it, he and the red candle can easily leave, but he is the first to be stupid.

Yes, the three states of stupidity, I have the first one, but I also feel pride, which is always a kind of happiness and freedom.

"We don't have a second way to go except World War I?"

Elder Tang Shan asked, and the demon monk replied:

"Hate too much!"

"This hatred comes from me?"

Elder Tang Shan asked, and the demon monk replied:

"Hate is not you, but you prevent me from hating, which is also a hate. ”

After saying that, this conversation can only go to this point, and no one can continue the topic, let alone find a third way. Mo Xiuyan touched Yi Jinglan and a few people also closed with the red candle, and he should go, and in the end, this is also a hatred before he finished speaking, his palms were disturbed, and he pushed straight towards Tang Shan Zun Elder openly, and the feelings and meanings in the dialogue between the two of them showed that this style of play had to become a reasonable way of playing, and it could no longer be like the all-encompassing style of play before.

Tang Shan Shouzun saw that the demon cultivator was only willing to say, unwilling to explain the reason for the offense this night, and even more unwilling to take a step back, and only pushed his palms flat to meet, and the strength that they suppressed burst out at the moment of encounter, what the demon cultivator wanted was this kind of power, with the power of the other party's push, he reflexively turned out more than three zhang, but an old man on the periphery, seeing that the demon cultivator was about to run, stood up and stopped the direction he wanted to escape, and slapped it head-on with one palm. Boom' a vigorous collision, although Mo Xiuyan was repulsed, he did not retreat to the center of the circle, obliquely in the center of the strongest old man four or five feet away, Mo Xiuyan waved his palms, this is the escape path he had already carved in his heart, this is a triplicate, the move is ring, but also to recruit someone to match, if there is a lack of which link is not connected, he can not perform such a smooth flow.

Although the other two were still far away, he had to keep the only gap when the two of them surrounded him, so that he could escape from the encirclement of these people.

The demon cultivator moved his hand for the inside, and Yi Jinglan and the others were indeed surrounded to death by the three old men, but in the face of the three old men whose cultivation was still above her, her 'red face and promise' were also ineffective, and she only relied on her body and dexterity to walk under the hands of the three people again and again.

Yi Jinglan and the three of them searched all the way, according to the special fragrance of fireworks, this is the information that she is familiar with each other, and to find the exact location, it is just an ordinary practice.

Before the people arrived, the waving brass pipe made a whining sound, the sound of the metal reverberation, fan-shaped echo and opened, swimming back in a large courtyard, next door is the sky-rushing firelight, illuminating this courtyard as bright as day, but the sound of their fight, in the sound of crackling fire, no sound can be transmitted far, and the echo of Yi Jinglan's brass pipe, in such a night, is like a ghostly sound.

The three old men who were about to launch the final capture, almost at the same time, turned back almost at the same time, each of them suddenly shot back towards a person, they knew that someone would come when the red candle sent out the fireworks, but the rescuer came so quickly, it was still beyond their expectations, and what surprised them even more was Yi Jinglan, this woman who was so tall that she was almost taller than them, as soon as she moved her hand, the two copper pipes in her hands were like two poisonous snakes, flying up and down, and the sound was chaotic, if the sound of the copper pipe was used to locate it, it was no longer there.