I made a light journey all the way, and it was almost dusk when I set off at noon to arrive at this remote mountain village. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Since learning that Xiaodong is a traitor, Ning Yue has never returned to Xiaoyin Village.

There should be no reason for the Emei faction to make any more moves against Xiaoyin Village, let alone ...... Zhuo Bufan is dead.

However, when Ning Yue arrived at Xiaoyin Village, she smelled the bloody aura from afar. On both sides of the mountain road, the village chief and the old man had already collapsed in a pool of blood.

Ning Yue's eyes instantly turned cold, and the old man's body was still warm, which showed that the murderer was still there or had not gone far. Slowly straightened up, and almost instantly, the people had stepped into the village.

There were corpses all over the place, and the earth was stained red with blood. Looking at the scene in front of her, Ning Yue's eyes became even more gloomy. Once, Ning Yue once regarded Xiaoyin Village as an easy water town and enjoyed a leisurely time here.

The corpses on the ground included the villagers of Xiaoyin Village, as well as some Emei disciples dressed in Emei service. Needless to say, there is no doubt that the killer must be the Emei faction. Emei disciples act extremely, but they have always had a good reputation, and Emei's ruthlessness is basically used on the enemy and himself, but Emei disciples rarely shoot at people who don't know martial arts.

Suddenly, Ning Yue's face suddenly froze. Turning his head again, he looked at the dozen or so dead Emei disciples on the ground, "Xiaoyin Village is just an ordinary mountain village, so naturally it can't cause casualties to Emei disciples...... So...... Is it a flower hunt?"

In the depths of the dense forest, several panicked figures were shuttling through the rugged mountain forest, and Ye Xunhua, who was originally dressed in white, had become dotted with stars. Most of these bloodstains belonged to others, and some of them were his own.

Ye Xunhua wanted to laugh very much, because he had heard Ning Yue say that people should smile more when they are unlucky, so that God should not let you continue to be unlucky. However, Ye Xunhua could only squeeze out a smiling face like crying.

From Hefu all the way to Xiaoyin Village, Ye Xunhua was besieged by the Emei faction three times. Although it was very difficult to break through, when I arrived at Xiaoyin Village, I happened to see the Emei disciples slaughtering innocent villagers.

Ye Xunhua naturally wouldn't sit idly by, but at this moment, he had just experienced a series of battles. At the moment of crisis, they could only snatch a few Xiaoyin Village villagers and run away with them. If he was the only one, Ye Xunhua would have been able to escape with his own methods.

But if he escaped, what should the rescued villagers do? Because he was dragged down, Ye Xunhua could only fight and retreat.

But...... After all, the villagers of Xiaoyin Village did not know martial arts, so how could they outrun the Emei disciples who were armed with martial arts on two legs? After a while, they were once again caught up by the Emei disciples and were firmly besieged in the middle.

"Hero...... We...... What are we going to do......" A young woman looked in horror at the glittering sword in front of her.

"You run to the forest behind you first, and I'll break it for you!" Go-" Ye Xunhua shouted, and with a flash of his figure, he killed the Emei disciples who were blocking behind him.

The afterimages were layered one after another, and almost in the blink of an eye, the person had come to the front of the Emei disciple. The sword flashed, as if time had been frozen. The long sword in his hand had already passed through the opponent's throat.

The Emei disciples were shocked, and almost at the moment when Ye Xunhua made a move, they also slashed out more than a dozen sword qi at Ye Xunhua. The cold light was everywhere, as if the heavens and the earth were frozen. Ye Xunhua drew his sword and swept it, and a sword qi came first to meet the sword qi that fell.

"Boom-" The surrounding trees exploded and shattered into flying debris.

"Run-" Ye Xunhua shouted, waking up a few villagers who had fallen into a stupor. The villagers suddenly shuddered, picked up the children around them and ran deep into the dense forest.

"Want to run?" a disciple of Emei sneered, tiptoed, and turned into a streamer to kill the back of the villagers.

"Snort-" Suddenly, a flower appeared in front of this Emei disciple, and at some point, Ye Xunhua's figure had already appeared in front of him, and a sword stabbed out as if to freeze time. The smile on the face of the Emei disciple was instantly removed, and it was replaced by a frightened face.

It was like crashing into Ye Xunhua's long sword, and a sword passed through his throat. Ye Xunhua stood indifferently and gently pulled the long sword out of his throat. The blood is dripping, and it is as beautiful as snowflakes.

"Cough-" Ye Xunhua suddenly coughed, and with the sound of coughing, traces of blood sprayed out. Just now, he received a sword from more than a dozen innate masters, and Ye Xunhua's inner mansion was already a little shaken.

But he didn't have time to take care of Shunqi and suddenly made a move, and now, the concussive inner mansion could no longer be suppressed, causing Ye Xunhua's injuries to suddenly erupt.

"Hahaha-he's injured, everybody-"

One laughed wildly, and more than a dozen pillars of spiritual power rose into the sky. The figure flickered, and it rotated rapidly around Ye Xunhua. Ye Xunhua held the sword and closed her eyes slightly. The leaves in the air fell gently, but they seemed to be pulled by something around Ye Xunhua's body.

Suddenly, more than a dozen Emei disciples suddenly made a move, and the cold light from all directions stabbed Ye Xunhua like lightning. When the sword was about to stab Ye Xunhua's body, Ye Xunhua suddenly moved. A set of swordsmanship was used, but it was the same as the Emei disciple opposite.

The sword light flickered, like a flash of thunder in the dark night. Ye Xunhua's body suddenly blurred, and one afterimage after another was frozen like the six arms on his head.

More than a dozen Emei disciples quickly retreated, looking at Ye Xunhua with horror on their faces, no, it should be the long sword in Ye Xunhua's hand that still exudes a buzz.

"Whew-"

Suddenly, a soft sound sounded. The two Emei disciples suddenly widened their eyes, clutching their throats and trembling and slowly collapsed, blood mist spraying from their fingertips, staining their fingers red in an instant.

"......Colorful Fallen Leaf Swordsmanship? How can you know our Emei swordsmanship?" asked an Emei disciple in surprise.

"Even you know the Emei sword technique, why don't I? It's a pity that you have reversed the Emei sword technique...... Ye Xunhua flicked the long sword lightly, the blood flowers flew, and the blade in his hand once again became cold and compelling.

"Your Excellency, do you plan to just keep hiding in the dark and watching?" Ye Xunhua suddenly raised her head and shouted proudly.

"Papapa-" A clear applause sounded, and an old man dressed in the costume of Elder Emei slowly walked out of the shade of the tree and came to the front of many disciples.

"See Uncle Li-" The Emei disciples were overjoyed and bowed down one after another to congratulate. They were still frightened by the strong strength shown by Ye Xunhua just now, and they showed ecstatic expressions in an instant.

"Pretending to be really like that!" Ye Xunhua smiled faintly, but her eyes looked at the old man in front of her with great solemnity. The momentum stirred the air currents in the air, and the dead leaves flew like pieces of blades flowing into the sky.

Half-step unity of heaven and man, this is the strength of the old man in front of him. If he hadn't been injured, Ye Xunhua would have had the strength to fight. But now, the turbulent inner mansion and the exhausted internal force are all telling Ye Xunhua that this is probably the most difficult battle he has encountered since his debut.

According to legend, the martial arts of the playboy are all in his hands, but I can't imagine that the swordsmanship is so outstanding...... But it's strange underneath...... Why do you know our Emei Sword Technique?"

"Your Emei swordsmanship?" Ye Xunhua shook her head slightly mockingly, "Are you really Emei disciples? Don't think that you have a layer of skin, and then you think it is Emei if you use a set of indiscriminate swordsmanship." Ye has lived in Emei for half a year, and I am more familiar with Emei swordsmanship than you. ”

"Presumptuous!" the old man suddenly became furious, and a cold light flashed in his hand, almost crossing the time interval. A sword stab, this is exactly the sword technique that Ye Xunhua used before. Almost in a flash of cold light, the sword light had already come to Ye Xunhua's throat.

Ye Xunhua suddenly took out his sword, and the stars bloomed with ten thousand cold stars. Jingle ...... The crisp sword strikes are like playing beautiful piano music.

The Emei disciples behind him were stunned, looking at the scene of the rapid exchange in front of them in disbelief. Both of them used exactly the same sword moves. The sword moves of both of them are extremely simple.

Simple thorns, but lightning fast. Everyone's arms seem to be incarnated into thousands of poisonous snakes. The flickering cold light on the tip of the sword was like a sky full of stars. They never thought that a simple stab could be so terrifying, and they never thought that a simple stab could quickly cover up the monotony of the move.

The old man's originally playful eyes gradually became solemn, and looking at Ye Xunhua's swordsmanship, a trace of indescribable resentment flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, the sword momentum in his hand changed, and the originally light swordsmanship suddenly became thicker.

The sword light danced, and the air seemed to become thicker. It was like stirring heavy cement, which brought suffocating pressure to Ye Xunhua.

Suddenly, the sword in the old man's hand bloomed with a scorching light, as if it was attached to Wan Jun's magnetic force, firmly absorbing Ye Xunhua's sword. Ye Xunhua's sword suddenly disappeared without a trace, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Ten Thousand Swords Divine Introduction?" Ye Xunhua's eyes burst out with astonishment, and he said the swordsmanship made by the old man.

"It's late-" The sword in the old man's hand suddenly came out of his hand, and Ye Xunhua's firmly stuck sword was also shot out. In an instant, the door on Ye Xunhua's chest was wide open. Hurriedly folded his palms and blocked the door on his chest.

"Thunder Palm—"

A flash of thunder flashed, and the old man's body slammed into the portal, and his figure invaded Ye Xunhua's portal in the blink of an eye. The palm that flashed with thunder light was fiercely imprinted on Ye Xunhua's overlapping palms.

Flashes of lightning, arcs of electricity exploding in the air like cobwebs made of lightning. Ye Xunhua's body trembled suddenly, and instantly turned into a cannonball and flew upside down. broke three big trees in a row before falling to the ground, a mouthful of blood vomited, and Ye Xunhua's entire body suddenly became embarrassed.

Clear footsteps were heard. Rustling on leaves. The old man slowly came to Ye Xunhua, staring at Ye Xunhua who was struggling to sit up with indifferent eyes, "I didn't expect that Xunhua, one of the four great sons of Jiangnan, was actually a disciple of Emei......"

"The ...... of the Emei sword technique Is that the disciple of Emei? So...... The predecessor of the dignified realm Xuan Sect...... When did you join Emei and become an Emei elder?"