As soon as the voice fell, it was another stone, and the strong wind whined, going straight to the door of the head.

Catching the stone, shaking his head and smiling, he put it beside him, looking at the cardamom years, the long sword was horizontal in front of his chest, the standard Qingcheng posture, Zhong Lijiu bowed slightly, stared at the dark long sword, and looked down at the dark long knife at his waist, and smiled in a low voice,

"The descendants of the Tie family, will also steal?"

The little assassin's hatred was undiminished, but he seemed to be quite ashamed, a trace of red glow flew by, and quickly dissipated, his feelings were complicated, and he could only snort coldly,

"Borrow, kill you, and return it. ”

Shaking his head, Zhongli Jiu let out a long sigh,

"I also learned to deceive. ”

Annoyed and angry, the three-foot long sword was unsheathed, the blade was as cold as the moon in the sky, the sword body was dark, mottled like scales, faintly outlining a dragon pattern, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the heart of Zhongli's nine eyebrows, and the little assassin was on tiptoe, rushing straight in.

The smile was still there, staring at the tip of the sword a foot away, watching it freeze in mid-air. The little assassin gritted his teeth and urged him to breathe, but he couldn't stab in, as if there was an invisible barrier around the traitor.

The internal force surged, and the small sparks of the Dao Dao were like phoenixes, flashing out from the sword body, like fireflies, crashing into Zhongli's nine bodies, but as soon as they reached a foot in front of him, they immediately dissipated.

Raising his hand and dotting the tip of the sword, the little assassin turned over and flew out if he was hit hard, but fortunately he hit the place where the vegetation was abundant, but he was not injured.

Looking at the little assassin who got up and didn't know the slightest gratitude, Zhong Lijiu put away his joke and asked lightly,

"Revenge or return to Qingcheng?"

"Revenge!"

Looking at the hatred in the slender eyes of the little assassin, and the killing intent was as strong as blood, Zhong Lijiu's face gradually turned cold, his eyes flashed, and finally the cold light passed, cutting off the red dust and trouble, and nodded,

"Okay, take me a move, if you don't die, come and be my guard, I will teach you the most extreme and most suitable martial arts in this world. ”

"Dreaming!"

"Fire Phoenix, Hundred Soldiers, Comprehension is acceptable, patience is not enough, I thought it would take another five years to see you, since you don't return to Qingcheng, let's see if you have any luck to survive in this world." ”

Standing with a long body, standing with his hands in his hands, the waves of Xuanwu Lake behind him are churning, and the thin water floats into the air, the waves are swaying, and the shape is clear.

Swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, hammers, sticks, sticks, and sticks, behind Zhongli Jiu, there are no less than 100 dense roads, like generals ordering soldiers, and ten thousand armies are respectful.

Hundreds of soldiers, made of water, the five elements are connected, the highest realm of Vientiane Realm, and the next thing is to rule the world.

The little girl's eyes froze, and she copied more books, naturally until this was the Dao Gate Vientiane Realm, but she was not afraid at all, she removed her eyes from the Dao weapon and stared at Zhong Lijiu tightly.

"Not going back?"

"No retreat!"

nodded, looked at the little girl in front of him, watched the long sword in her hand slash in the air, the sword in her hand was pinched, and the cold and immature voice sounded,

"Edict, black iron, green fire, frost blade, burning blood, the battlefield covers the sun and the moon, the riverside halberd shocks the dragon king, Lingyan Wu hook, leaning on the sky and thousands of miles, Lin, a hundred soldiers"

Dingding

Behind the little girl, just like Zhongli Jiu, the jagged cold light reflected the bright moon in the sky, and the cold blade was forested, waiting to drink the blood of the enemy.

Although she could only summon a hundred soldiers with a seal, and the weapons behind her kept trembling, dropping one or two from time to time, hitting the stones, and clanging, the little girl didn't notice it at all, just stared at Zhongli Jiu, her eyes didn't flicker.

Bowing slightly, Zhong Lijiu looked at the hundred soldiers behind the little girl, weak against strong, one hundred soldiers against one hundred soldiers, and next, it depends on whose hundred soldiers are invincible.

It's night, on the shore of Xuanwu Lake, the cold light is shining, the white water and black iron, and a hundred soldiers are fighting.

The weak figure was covered in blood, with hideous scars on his face, clenched his fists, trembling and standing tremblingly, the murderous aura was still the same, the ferocity was still the same, but there were black shadows in front of him, like a messenger from hell coming to seduce the soul.

Zhongli hung a long knife on his waist, carried a long sword in his hand, and looked at the assassin in front of him lightly,

"My proposal is still valid. ”

Turning to leave, the little girl watched his figure disappear into the distance, could no longer support it, shook it, fell in a pool of blood, and whispered,

"Mother. ”

The dark night was long, and two figures in the distance, looking at the shore of Xuanwu Lake, a figure picked up the jade pot on his waist and poured all the turbid wine with his head up.

A tall bald head beside him, a tiger's eye triangle, chuckled, and a hoarse voice sounded,

"Broken?"

"Hmm. ”

The drunken figure next to him was uncomfortable, seemed to mumble in a low voice, turned around and walked away.

The tall bald head looked at the blurred black shadow in the pool of blood, shook his head, and disappeared, and a soft voice drifted away in place,

"I don't know if I can see Fuyao 90,000 miles. ”

When the moon is in the sky, on the shore of Xuanwu Lake, the weak figure is silent, as if it is sleeping, and the corners of the mouth are smiling, which should be a dream.

... ...

Warm as water, like childhood spring, wake up from a big dream, open your eyes.

The room was dim and empty, with a small wooden table beside it, with neat clothes on it, a sheep's belly towel, and a desk in the distance, on which a bean light swayed lonely.

Tie Lingshuang looked down, a familiar cypress vat, full of black potion, sitting in the bucket, the rich medicinal fragrance came to his nose.

The candlelight dimmed, and as Tie Lingshuang woke up, the small ripples of the water in the barrel gently slapped the barrel. I looked at the water with a distraction, watching it gradually subside, and the face on the water slowly became clearer.

A scar on the left eye, straight down to the chin, and a right on the chin, along the neck and over the shoulder, to the arm. Tie Lingshuang stared at the scar on his face, not sad or painful, stunned.

"You are full of internal breath, and you must not be entangled with your opponent too much, otherwise your internal strength will attack you and you will be seriously injured. ”

"Only by practicing the true solution to the third layer to see the dragon, pure blood waves to generate energy, and isolate internal strength. ”

"Or, one day the inner breath will be restored, of course this is not possible, you should not be delusional. ”

After a long time, he came back to his senses, frowned, and remembered the blood lotus black Jiao in the Linggu Heart Temple, the person who seemed to be black and white impermanence holding the sword and holding the jade, the immortal with a blurred face, the dog thief Zhong Lijiu appeared, and finally he suddenly fainted.

Angry in his heart, Tie Lingshuang's blood was boiling, only to feel that the two wounds on his back were still slightly tingling, and when he raised his arm, the originally dense wounds had turned into small scars, and it was no big deal.

The water fluttered, and he stood up and saw a thin figure squatting in the shadow of the desk sleeping, the corners of his mouth raised.

Stepping out of the barrel, he reached out and picked up the tripe towel on the small wooden table next to the medicine barrel, and gently wiped the potion on his body.

Awakened by the sound of splashing, Xiao Ya at the foot of the desk raised her head and saw Tie Lingshuang wake up, and was about to stand up in surprise, seeing the criss-crossing scars on her back, although she had seen it many times, she was still stunned.

Dark purple red, cruel and hideous, faintly like a pair of wings stripped of feathers, Xiao Ya's heart was gloomy, and then she looked at the faint little wounds that were too many to count, and her eyes began to tear.

Hazy Xiaoya saw Tie Lingshuang slightly sideways, and there was also a scar in front of her, and the wing-like wound detoured from under her ribs to her chest, waist and abdomen, and even her thighs couldn't escape.

However, a woman's mood always changes quickly, seeing the swan's long neck elegant, the chest is delicate and straight, the waist is slim, the buttocks are round and stubborn, plus a pair of slender jade legs, the scar is the Zhang Xu wild grass carved on the volcanic jade, which has become a foil. Xiao Ya looked down at herself, then reached behind her back and touched it gently, and couldn't help but start to feel sad.

"Huh"

The sound of chuckling came, Xiao Ya raised her head, Tie Lingshuang's clothes were already dressed, looking at herself, the corners of her mouth were upturned, she wiped her hair twice at will, and she didn't pull her hair in a bun, she simply tied a ponytail, and let her still wet hair hang down behind her waist, dripping.

Quickly stood up, watching Tie Lingshuang's eyes scan back and forth on his body wantonly, Xiao Ya's face was flushed, and she didn't know where to put her two hands, what did she think, stirred it on her chest, and butterflies flew.

Tie Lingshuang watched her fingers fiddle non-stop, eating?

Speaking of eating, he suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in his abdomen, nodded appreciatively, Tie Lingshuang walked to the table, hung up the long knife and double hammer, and the spear was not sealed, he carried it in his hand, feeling slightly lighter, and his lips curled.

Golden Wings True Understanding, although while practicing, while doubting, but still more satisfied with themselves, after wandering between life and death, there will be improvement, it seems that in the future, you will have to deal with these demons, monsters and immortals more.

"Let's go, eat. ”

Pushing open the wooden door, a narrow corridor, on the right is the place where Zhongli Jiu's drunkard hides his wine, closed tightly, although the faint smell of wine comes out, but Tie Lingshuang doesn't look at it.

A large room on the left, there is a ruler-long bronze plaque hanging on it, and it is rare to write three large characters in Lishu "bronze tablet" in red ink, the tablet is the same sorrow, crying blood into a tablet, it is very unknown.

Rows of wooden shelves are stacked inside no longer books, but palm-sized bronze plaques.

The color of the wooden frame is distinct, the sky is cloud white, the ground is dark yellow, the Xuan is pitch black, and the yellow is light yellow.

Inside Xuanhuang, each grid is full of bronze waist cards, these brands are the brands that they hang on their waists, and they are those Xuanhuang hidden guards who were buried in the mouth of the demon or died in the hands of the person who carried the sword.

There is only one black shelf for the ground guard, and there are a lot of bronze medals in it, and the ground guards of the past dynasties, only the old ones who can't move or are seriously injured and disabled, have the opportunity to take their waist cards and withdraw from the hidden guard, such a person Tie Lingshuang doesn't remember that there are more than three.

Shaking his head, he walked a few steps, it was a small room, and the demons and spirits that had been found in Tiannan and Haibei were all here, and it was the hidden guard "Hidden Demon Pavilion"

There is no attic atmosphere, the same is a row of shelves, the bronze medal inside is no longer the standard brocade cloth guard bronze medal, but the demon card, carved into the shape of birds, beasts, flowers and plants, with a few strokes on it, recording what year and month, where to find, what kind of monster, what kind of attributes.

The bronze ones are demons, the red and black ones are demons, and the wooden frames are divided by color and arranged by geography.

Frowning slightly, Tie Lingshuang carried the iron gun, walked to the red and black shelves, walked to the Jinling lattice, and reached out to take the top two brands.

Sure enough, a lotus bronze carving, a dragon bronze carving, engraved with a "magic" word, the lotus is still counted, anyway, there is no hand, this dragon bronze sculpture is very hateful, the single horn on the head is still there, the fingers are strengthened,

"Click"

A light and crisp voice came, the one-horned Qi root was broken, and seeing that the Jiaolong, who was still fierce, suddenly lost his spirit, and lay on his stomach softly, Xiaoya stuck out her tongue and didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that Tie Lingshuang would not be angry and that she would make a mistake about the pond fish, so she just stood quietly aside and waited.

Throwing the two signs into the lattice, Tie Lingshuang was in a slightly cheerful mood, turned around and walked out of the Demon Hunting Pavilion, walked two steps, and a wooden staircase on the right hand side led upstairs, which was the bastard drunkard's study and bedroom.

Sooner or later, it will be demolished for you, Tie Lingshuang fiercely pushed open the door in front of him.

In the small courtyard at the bottom of the black cage, the lights were bright, and there were oil lamps hanging in the four corners, and the old Wei who was cleaning the yard was dressed in coarse gray clothes, gray hair was messy, with a pale beard on his face, and only a pair of big eyes leaked outside, and he was carrying an oil lamp and placed it on the table in the middle of the courtyard.

Seeing Tie Lingshuang come out, Lao Wei smiled, took two steps forward, bowed his head and said,

"Miss, are you awake?"

This old man is very strange, the first time he saw himself, he called Miss, but for the sake of his old age, he didn't care, nodded, swallowed his saliva, stared at the table full of Jinling delicacies, and was about to step forward, came back to his senses, glanced at the figure sitting at the table, and lowered his face.

Zhongli Jiulong smiled, sat down at the table, glanced sideways at Tie Lingshuang, and drank a glass of wine gently.

Zhang Tie was a follower, standing behind Zhongli Jiu, looking at the hollow in front of him, like a zombie.

Hold your breath, isolate the temptation of food, carry the iron gun, stride through, and are about to push open the small door of the inner courtyard, and the chuckle rings in your ears,

"Xiaoya bought it, it's a pity not to eat it. ”