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Chapter 12: Destroying the Gate

The dawn stained the eastern clouds red, and the night was over. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hangzhou, Shenjian Tower.

At this time, the Divine Sword Building could no longer be regarded as a building, let alone a sect, but a sea of fire.

The raging flames were raging and burning, and even the row of dozens of black cypress trees on the side of the road outside the Divine Sword Tower were actually scorched, and corpses were strewn all over the ground, and rivers of blood flowed like rivers. Except for the "crackling" sound of the flames, there was calm all around.

Although the name of the Divine Sword Tower is not as good as before, it is also an extremely influential faction in the rivers and lakes, who has such a great courage to dare to burn the Divine Sword Tower? Could it be that at this moment, the people in the Divine Sword Tower are already dead? No, no matter what, there is at least one person in the Divine Sword Tower who has not died, who?

"Whirlwind rushing to the sky" Jiang praised.

At this moment, where is Jiang Songyang?

After a while, there was a sound of horses' hooves in the distance, like a dense rain knocking on a window, like the beating of war drums.

The person who came was the "whirlwind rushing to the sky" Jiang Songyang, who had changed horses twice in a row halfway.

Galloping hundreds of miles in one night, no matter what kind of horse it is, it will not be able to bear it, and of course people will not be able to bear it.

At this moment, Jiang Songyang looked very tired, but he soon stopped feeling tired, because soon he saw the Divine Sword Tower, the Divine Sword Tower in flames.

In an instant, Jiang Songyang was like a snake in a winter sting that was stabbed by a sharp needle, and then, with a shake of his body, he flew to the front of the Divine Sword Tower.

There were dozens of corpses lying in front of the Excalibur Tower, of course, these were not all the people of the Excalibur Tower, because there were many dead people with a miserable white skull embroidered on their chests. There has clearly been a bitter battle here.

Jiang Songyang was stunned for a moment, suddenly shouted, and then quickly ran towards the building.

There were more corpses in the Excalibur Tower, there were severed arms and stumps everywhere, and there was already a thick bloody smell in the wind.

As soon as Jiang Songyang ran into the courtyard, he saw the middle-aged beautiful woman in an apricot yellow shirt who fell in a pool of blood under a flower tree in front of the Jixiang Hall, this was his master - Cheng Xiaozhen, the current master of the Excalibur Building and the third "Lancet" of the "Excalibur Six" in the past.

When Jiang Songyang saw it, he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, and he felt that the blood in his whole body suddenly rushed to his brain, and in an instant, his brain was dizzy and blank. He calmed down, rushed over with an arrow step, and pounced on the side of the "Lancet" Cheng Xiaozhen.

I saw that Cheng Xiaozhen's face was pale, unconscious, and her body was full of wounds, one of which was still in her chest, and the blood had stained her clothes.

Jiang Songyang hurriedly stretched out his palm and pressed it on the two big acupoints of "Tiantu" and "Life Gate" on his master's chest, and his inner strength was agitated, and a dense stream of true qi was sent out.

After a while, Cheng Xiaozhen had woken up slowly, she opened her eyes and saw Jiang Songyang, forced a smile to herself, and said, "Yang'er, you ...... You're finally back, thankfully not...... Didn't meet them!"

Jiang praised the tiger's eyes with tears in his eyes and said, "Master, who are they?!"

Cheng Xiaozhen sighed and said, "You don't have to ask, and you don't want to take revenge, it seems that ...... It seems that the qi of the Excalibur Building ...... The number of qi is exhausted, you ......"

"No!" Jiang Songyang hissed, "I must find out the murderer and avenge the tragic death of my brothers and sisters in this sect!"

Cheng Xiaozhen shook his head and said with difficulty: "Their strength is really too ...... It's too strong, Yang'er, if you want revenge, you'll only ...... Will only ......"

"I don't care!" Jiang Songyang gritted his teeth and said, "Even if it is to take my life, I will not hesitate to do it, I will definitely break the murderer into ten thousand pieces!"

"Yang'er," Cheng Xiaozhen smiled bitterly, "You don't have to be like this, you have to cherish your life, the dead are gone, you have to live well...... Alive......"

"Master!" Jiang praised Qi Sheng and shouted, "Master, you tell me, tell me who the murderer is?!"

Cheng Xiaozhen suddenly coughed sharply, and Jiang Songyang was busy losing his true power. However, Cheng Xiaozhen smiled infinitely lovingly, and then tilted his head, and he was angry.

Jiang Song screamed and called, but he could not recall the lost life. He held the master tightly in his arms, but the scenery in his eyes was already foggy.

The flowers in the distance have bloomed, the weeping willows on the side of the road have also revealed new green, the smell of grass is in the air and the earth, and a few swallows have passed through the flowers and flown on the top of the trees and whispered softly. This is a season of life, why are there so many fresh lives quietly withering in this season?!

Blood stained the earth, but the earth was silent, but there was a word in the wind—the wind was like a sigh.

The wind has learned to sigh? For whom is the wind sighing? For the ignorance and ignorance of mankind, for the blood and cruelty of mankind?

The sighing wind whistled over the corpses all over the ground, and over the grass and flowers in the distance.

Sometimes, when the flowers are blooming on the ground, it may be the moment when the corpse is decomposing underground.

The fog, the thick fog, obscured the rising sun of Fangdang.

It wasn't a good day, but it didn't bother pedestrians on the streets.

Jiang Songyang sat at the table and turned his head, and he could see the pedestrians on the street, because he was sitting by the window, but he did not look at the pedestrians, but looked at his own hands.

In fact, Jiang Songyang's hand is not good-looking, what is beautiful is the bowl he is holding in his hand. This one is a bowl of blue and white porcelain carved with beautiful patterns, and the bowl is filled with liquor, spirits.

Spirits are usually bad liquor, and they are burned knives for a bowl of three pennies. No matter what kind of wine it is, isn't it good wine for a person who is an alcoholic?

Although Jiang Songyang used a bowl to drink, the wine he drank could no longer be measured by a bowl, and there were already two wine jars empty on the table.

In fact, Jiang Songyang is not an alcoholic, he usually does not drink. Today, however, he was tempted to get himself drunk, and when he was drunk, wouldn't he forget many troubles?

Even if Jiang Songyang can forget, the trouble does not mean that there is no more, because soon he will have trouble.

How fast is it soon?

Soon is not very fast, just when Jiang Songyang raised his head after drinking two jars of spirits, he saw the people in front of the table-I don't know when, there were already four strong men with long swords at their waists standing in front of the table.

It seems that these four strong men did not come to Jiang Songyang to drink, let alone chat with him, but the first bearded man seemed to be ready to chat with Jiang Songyang, he arched his hand and said: "You are the famous 'whirlwind rushing to the sky' Jiang Songyang Jiang Daxia on the rivers and lakes?"

Although Jiang Songyang stared, his eyes were straight, no matter who drank two jars of spirits, most of his eyes were like this, but he would still nod.

The bearded man smiled slightly, and said, "Jiang Daxia, our young master invites you to go!" The words fell, and suddenly a finger poked out, right in the middle of Jiang Songyang's waist "Jiangtai acupoint", at least he thought that he had been hit, in fact, he had been hit, because Jiang Songyang was already paralyzed at this time.

The bearded man couldn't help but pout, and then waved behind him. The three sturdy men behind him stepped forward to set up the drunken Jiang Songyang, and then walked towards the outside of the inn downstairs.

After a short time, Jiang Songyang was placed in a sedan chair, a soft sedan chair with four lifts.

Jiang Songyang sat in the sedan chair and couldn't help but smile slightly bitterly. He had never been so manipulated, and no one had ever been so manipulated by him.

He was sitting peacefully in the sedan chair at the moment, just because he wanted to, he thought, he just wanted to experience what it was like to be at the mercy of others, and he was more curious about what kind of mysterious person the "young master" who wanted to see him was, but he didn't want to open the sedan curtain to take a look, because wouldn't this be more exciting and strange?

Life shouldn't always be plain like a calm stream, and sometimes it is more meaningful to have a little wind and waves and novelty once in a while?

I don't know how long later, the sedan chair suddenly stopped, and then I heard a young man's voice say, "Someone has arrived?"

Another said proudly, "Of course." "Listen to the voice, it's the bearded man. Immediately afterwards, he said: "Actually, the young master doesn't need to invite this person!"

The boy said, "Oh?"

The bearded man said: "According to his subordinates, most of the famous people in the rivers and lakes are people who deceive the world and steal their reputation!"

The boy said, "How?"

The bearded man said: "Jiang Songyang has been ordered by his subordinates, if you want to move around on your own, I'm afraid it will take at least half an hour!"

The young man was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help laughing. The bearded man frowned and said, "Could it be that the young master doesn't believe it?"

The young man did not answer, he did not need to answer. But when he heard a loud laugh, the sedan curtain was raised, and a blue-robed man slowly walked down from the sedan chair.

The bearded man's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of surprise.

The young man smiled and said: "Just with the kung fu of your hands and three-legged cats, you also want to restrain the famous 'whirlwind rushing to the sky' Jiang and praise Jiang Daxia, you are too ignorant of the sky and the earth!"

Jiang Songyang had no drunkenness in his eyes at this time, and his eyes were still very bright. At this time, the bearded man stepped forward and saluted, saying: "There is no vanity under the fame, and where you are offended, you still hope that there will be a lot of seas." ”

Jiang Songyang smiled slightly and said, "It's easy to say." As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the young master of the bearded man, the young man in front of him with red lips and white teeth, and a brocade robe.

"Exactly. The young man gave a salute and said, "Brother Jiang's name is like thunder, and today I have the fate to know Jing, how fortunate is it." The younger brother's surname is Tan, and his single name is a 'Ying' character, so please ask Brother Jiang to call the younger brother's name in the future!"

Jiang Songyang smiled and said, "Refreshing!" The young man Tan Ying smiled and said: "Brother Jiang can bend to appreciate the light, and the younger brother is grateful!"

Jiang praised and said: "I don't know what Tan Shaoxia wants to invite to come?"

Tan Ying smiled slightly, stretched out his hand sideways, and said, "Brother Jiang, please talk to Zhuang Nei, how about it?"

Jiang Songyang groaned slightly and said, "It's okay, please lead the way!"

Jiang Songyang followed Tan Ying into a mansion, through the cloister, and around the rockery. After a short time, the group came to the living room.

As soon as Jiang Songyang stepped into the living room, he suddenly felt that a sharp and urgent air flow was imminent.