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Xianmen Flying Sword!

White Cloud City Lord!

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Huo Gucheng came to the door with a sword to pay New Year's greetings, and he wanted to sell himself into slavery.

Hengjiang only knew that Huo Gucheng's parents died, his father went up the mountain to chop wood and was killed by ghosts, and his mother also died at the hands of ghosts, but he never said that his father was the lord of Baiyun City.

As for the Xianmen Flying Sword, Hengjiang is also unheard of.

The long sword that Huo Gucheng carried with him was only a sharp weapon in the hands of ordinary people to sharpen gold and break iron, but it was not a thing of the Immortal Gate.

Such a mortal weapon, for Hengjiang, was not as good as the golden steel magic sword he snatched from Zhao Wuji.

"This aunt, did you recognize the wrong person? My father is a woodcutter, when he was alive, he made a living by chopping wood, and finally died at the hands of ghosts, and he was by no means the lord of Baiyun City. As for the sword I snatched from you, it is only a family heirloom sword, and it is definitely not a Xianmen flying sword. ”

Huo Gucheng was crossed by the sword around his neck, he was naturally full of anger, but there was a little dazed in his eyes, and he asked coldly: "If my ancestral sword is really the Xianmen Flying Sword, why didn't my ancestors pass on the Xianmen Imperial Sword Technique together? If I learned the Xianmen Imperial Sword Technique and held the Xianmen Flying Sword, how could it fall into your hands?"

The woman did not explain, but said, "You have sharp teeth and sharp mouth, but you can't deceive people with your appearance, so look at this painting." ”

With that, the woman took out a picture scroll from her sleeve and shook it in the wind.

The scroll hangs down and depicts a young man in a fine costume with a sword hanging from his waist, standing under a willow tree.

This portrait of a character is extremely clear, as if it were a real person.

The appearance of the person in the painting is seven or eight points similar to Huo Gucheng.

Huo Gucheng's eyes were straight, but he didn't argue, he only nodded and said: "The person in this painting, the left eyebrow is slightly shorter than the right eyebrow, and it is indeed my father." ”

"Hmph! You're sincere. ”

The woman said no more, but slowly raised her long sword, ready to slash it down.

Hengjiang had already walked a few feet in front of the woman, and now when he saw the woman move, Hengjiang immediately rushed forward.

Huo Gucheng shouted: "My lord, you go quickly, leave me alone, this old beggar is also from the Xianmen, and her magic power is strong!"

Hengjiang's eyes were cold, and he took a step forward and slashed at the woman with a swing of his sword.

Unfortunately, the woman only pushed her arm slightly, and an irresistible wind grew in her sleeve.

In the fierce wind, two blue wings several meters long appeared.

The two wings hugged him, gathered into a circle of cyan wind wall, blocked Hengjiang from the wall, no matter how he bombarded, the wind wall did not move. Even the golden steel magic sword with the True Fire Sword Technique attached to it in his hand couldn't cut through the wind wall.

What a strong strength!

No need to chant a spell, no need to pinch the trick, just flick your hand, and the wind spell will come out at your fingertips!

Hengjiang's eyes froze, knowing that this woman was definitely a master of the Xianmen.

In the distance, the woman had been slashed by a sword.

The blade of the sword slashed through Huo Gucheng's neck, and suddenly stopped again.

"Like, it's like! Now that I see you, I think of him again. My surname is Qingqiu, and my single name is a Wei character, has your father ever mentioned me?"

Qingqiu Wei sighed and muttered, "If I kill you, he and I will settle the grudge." If the grievances are cleared, even if the thoughts are broken. How can I still think about him day and night?"

Huo Gucheng was young and vigorous, and he couldn't figure out Qingqiuwei's thoughts, and only vaguely guessed that this Qingqiuwei was mostly because of love and hatred.

He already had the heart of death, and at this moment, he listened to the ticking sound of blood falling from the blade of the sword, and his heart became more and more irritable, and he said angrily: "If you want to kill, you can kill, why hesitate? You look like a beggar woman, and even your facial features are not good, and you must have been an ugly woman when you were young." How could my father have taken a fancy to you back then, probably because you were passionate, right?"

Qingqiu Wei frowned, a burst of white mist appeared on his face, revealing his true face, his eyebrows were lightly swept, his eyes were like autumn water, looking forward to the flowing waves, and he actually had the appearance of a jasper shy flower!

She is in her thirties, and she is four or five points similar to the girl next to her.

"Am I ugly?"

Qingqiu Wei was condescending, staring at Huo Gucheng.

Huo Gucheng closed his eyes and didn't say a word.

Qingqiu Wei raised her sword again and slashed it with a sword, but seeing Huo Gucheng's calm expression and waiting for death, she suddenly stopped the sword in her hand and asked, "Let me ask you, which noble family is your mother a young lady from?"

"Hmph, are you still thinking about going to my mother's relatives for revenge?"

Huo Gucheng sneered: "I might as well tell you that my grandfather, the boatman who rowed a boat to help people cross the river more than ten miles west of Mobei City, has long since passed away, and there is only one daughter of my mother under his knees." ”

"The dignified Baiyun City Lord was reduced to the point of going up the mountain to chop firewood, and married the daughter of a poor boatman...... That's it, that's it. ”

Qingqiu Wei was slightly distracted, inserted the sword into the scabbard, and with a lift of his hand, he lifted Huo Gucheng to his feet.

Huo Gucheng said coldly: "Now that you know that I have no relatives at home, you want to torture me in every way before killing me to relieve the hatred in your heart?"

"Just now you called the disciple of the Dongguan Dojo 'Adult', could it be that you sold yourself as a slave and followed him, wanting to borrow his hand to kill ghosts and avenge your parents? I'll teach you to practice, and when you succeed in cultivation, you can take revenge yourself, so why do you need to fake others?"

Qingqiu Wei's attitude changed greatly, he stuffed the sword into Huo Gucheng's hand, pointed at Hengjiang again, and said, "You hold this sword, go and kill him." ”

Huo Gucheng didn't understand for a while, and was stunned.

Qingqiu Wei's tone was cold and arrogant, "He took you as a slave, damn it." ”

Huo Gucheng was indifferent and knew: "If you want me to kill him, then kill me first." ”

Qingqiu Wei raised his hand and slapped Huo Gucheng, and said angrily: "Could it be that you are a slave to others, and you are still making feelings?"

Huo Gucheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "I didn't sell myself into slavery, and adults treat me well, how can I draw a sword against him? Besides, can you take care of my affairs, what are you?"

"How dare you talk back!"

Qingqiu Wei's eyes were cold, and he raised his hand and slapped it again, but his palm stopped in mid-air, and he sighed in distraction, "You really look like him, and this character is also like him." ”

Huo Gucheng gritted his teeth, suddenly rushed forward, and took advantage of the moment when Qingqiu Wei lost her mind, hugged her feet, and shouted at Hengjiang: "My lord, you run!

Yokoe shook his head.

Qingqiu Wei grabbed Huo Gucheng lightly, threw it aside, and asked Hengjiang, "Why don't you run yet?"

Hengjiang had already put the magic sword and bell into his sleeves, and now he was standing in the moonlight very leisurely, and his tone was as indifferent as the moonlight, and said, "You are reluctant to kill Huo Gucheng, why should I run?"

Qingqiu Wei's tone sank, and the killing intent in his eyes was clear, and he said, "Although I won't kill him, I will kill you." ”