readx;? The mountains in my hometown are not high and barren, and the trees of all sizes are scattered and scattered, and they look bald but lifeless. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIn the mountains, the river is clear and gentle, meandering into the distance.

The night had fallen, the stars avoided the clouds and blinked, and a waning moon quietly lifted the veil of clouds to reveal their faces. The earth was dark, silent, unsettling, and uneasy.

By the river, there is a village that looks very large, but in fact, there are not many sparse houses and households, about dozens of families. In the village, the houses are scattered low and dilapidated, and at a glance you can see that they are some poor villagers, because most of them have the surname Yan, so they are called Yanjiazhuang. At night, the village was pitch black, the lights were as faint as fireflies, and people either had fallen asleep or buried themselves and their sorrows in the darkness to save some money on lamp oil. The night was gloomy and silent, chilling quiet. The dogs are unwilling, sometimes they put their bark into the darkness, they are not willing to sink, they want to fight against the darkness, they are trying their best to confess, crying out angrily.

To the west of the village is a listless mountain, and not far from the bottom of the mountain is a large manor, through which a small river flows clear and meandering. This large manor is better than the mountains behind it, far better than the poor villages in front of it, and the green inside and outside the manor is thick, showing a rare luxury style. In the manor, the houses are tall and spacious, the style is beautiful, most of them are courtyard houses, and there are several two-storey small buildings, each with its own characteristics, ten distinctive, there are more small bridges and flowing waters, pavilions and pavilions, which are pleasing to the eye. In the courtyard, there are many kinds of flowers and trees, green bamboos and green bamboos, trees are shady, flowers are splendid, and the fragrance is overflowing, attracting bees and butterflies to dance, and it is another world. Needless to say, the lord of the manor was by no means an ordinary person, he must have been very wealthy, and he was a rare noble family. The night was dark, the manor was full of lights, the courtyards and houses were shining, and from time to time there were laughter and laughter, revealing unbearable vitality.

Suddenly, a black shadow climbed over the wall, with a vigorous body and quick movements, like a civet cat burrowing under the bushes, looking around vigilantly, not letting go of any movement. He watched for a moment, then picked up his knife and ran quickly towards the grove next to him. It turned out that this person was Ye Wuxian who had infiltrated this mansion to slaughter the enemy to avenge his dead father.

The entire estate was completely obscured by night, and despite the lights, the trees and houses were dim and ill-invisible. Except for the chirping of insects and the laughter that came out of the house, the huge manor was dark and silent.

Suddenly, a black shadow fell from the sky and fell in front of the night without a trace, and the vengeful man was taken aback, and hurriedly stopped to watch, a man in black blocking the way, glaring at him angrily. In the dark night, he couldn't see the faces of the people who were floating in clearly, only the general ones. This person is of moderate stature, looks thinner, agile and light as a swallow, flies without a hint, falls to the ground without a sound, only brings a little breeze, no wonder he is not discovered. This person wears a square scarf on his head, dressed in short clothes, and his night clothes are tightly wrapped around his body, clean and neat. His eyes were bright and bright in the starlight and moonlight, and his eyes shot a look of vigilance and anger, which was terrifying. That cold face was covered with a thin veil by the dark night, like snowflakes in the night, white and cold, and anyone who saw it would shudder.

In the face of the flyer, Ye Wuxian was not afraid, and was bent on avenging his father and mother, holding the steel knife and glaring angrily. With a fierce look in his eyes, he asked coldly, "Who are you, what are you going to do, to stop me from wanting to die?"

"Hmph, the tone is not small, it's you who is looking for death!" The other party was even more disdainful, his eyes were coldly stared, and he snorted coldly, and immediately asked, "Boy, what are you going to do?"

Ye Wuxian couldn't help but be stunned, deeply surprised, listening to the voice was a woman. His face was full of anger, his chest was full of hatred, his round eyes showed a fierce expression, no matter whether the person who blocked it was a man or a woman, he shouted: "The master wants to kill, and the one who stops me will die!"

The other party did not show weakness, and responded angrily: "My aunt and grandmother will also kill people, and those who block it will die!"

Ye Wuxian sneered and pursed his lips: "You little woman is really tired of being alive, she is determined to go against me, the young master is going to kill, take your life!"

When the woman saw her opponent coming, she immediately moved her hand and drew her sword to meet her. The sword was a shock as soon as it came out of its sheath. I saw that the sword body was more than three feet wide, less than an inch wide, like a magnified flat steel cone that was different, and the sword body was as cold and snow-white as a woman's face, and the cold light was shining, so that the moonlight that was sprinkled also retreated by three points. It seems that this is no ordinary sword. In the blink of an eye, the sound of "dang! dang! dang......" pierced the night sky, startling the trees and insects to avoid silencing. Although these two men and women have never met, they are red-eyed like enemies, and you don't let me stab you, and the fight is inextricable and terrifying.

Night without a trace to kill more and more brave, like a lion with inexhaustible strength, a progressive flying knife straight to the opponent's chest, the woman hurriedly swung the sword to block the knife, using the black wind goose wings to slash the past, the night without a trace did not dare to slack off to dodge, homeopathic dragonfly water and slashed a few times, the woman held the pipa in her arms and stepped back to dial, and then used Fengming to fight back for nine days, the night without a trace retreated to block and dismantle, and then slashed the knife, the two did not let each other, and the fight was inseparable. More than a dozen rounds passed, and Night Without a Trace gradually gained the upper hand, and his heart also had a bottom, and he was even more fierce in his pride.

The woman sneered and said angrily: "Boy, my aunt doesn't use real kung fu, you don't know who I am, so I will let you taste the power of the 'Phantom Cloud Sword Technique'!" She jumped to the side, secretly lucked her inner qi, and swung her sword directly at her opponent, and at the same time, the blade of the sword flashed out a white light, forcing the moonlight to retreat, and with the whistling sound of the split sky, the clouds were surging and the cold was overwhelming. The churning mist was like a white dragon taking the night without a trace, the momentum was so fierce and the speed was so fast that the opponent didn't even have a chance to panic, and was instantly beaten backwards, "Bang!" and hit the tree with a bang. Ye Wuxian collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain, with a bitter face, and ** in pain. He entered the enemy's manor at night to take revenge, but he didn't expect that as soon as he arrived, he was seriously injured by the young woman in front of him and fell to the ground, and he no longer had the ability to fight.

The woman's face was full of disdain, and she was also a little surprised, when she fought with Ye Wuxi, she knew that her martial arts were good, and her sword skills were not lost to herself, but she didn't know that the opponent's internal strength was so poor. She glared angrily, and scolded Ye Wuxian angrily, with no internal strength or extraordinary skills, and dared to commit murder and evil, not to kill herself. Her apricot eyes widened, her angry gaze flashed, and she walked over with a sword that glittered with cold light, wanting to kill Ye Wuxian without a trace, so as not to kill people for the tiger again in the future.

Ye Wuxian was beaten inside and out, unable to move for a while, and kept lamenting**, there was no hope of revenge and he was going to die, and he was extremely sad and angry. As he was about to die, his eyes shot with hatred and rage, glaring viciously at the man who wanted to kill him, and his handsome face was full of anger and distorted......

The woman was very disdainful and snorted: "Boy, you are quite stubborn, no matter how big your eyes are, you can't save your life, I'll kill you!" With the words, the cold and shining sword was raised, and in the blink of an eye, the sword was about to die. Just as the sword was about to fall, the woman hesitated, put away the sword and sighed: "Forget it, my aunt doesn't want to be angry with a villain like you, spare your life first, and give you a chance to mend your ways." After saying that, she glared at Ye Wuxian fiercely, put away her sword and prepared to leave.

Ye Wuxian was humiliated, angry and angry, hated and hated, and was as angry as a raging lion, and shouted: "You are young, but you are so vicious, and you want to humiliate me, you are an out-and-out harmful spirit! The young master is not afraid of death, he will kill if he wants to, why use you as a vicious woman." He struggled to sit up, bitter and angry, his eyes shining fiercely, but he was powerless to fight the perpetrators, and could only vent his anger and resentment with no hope of revenge.

"Boy, it's not easy to die, I'll send you on your way!" The woman was angry when she heard this, her apricot eyes widened, her lips were closed, and she pulled out her cold sword with a snap, and then raised it.

Ye Wuxian was in pain, his face was full of anger, and he still held his head high in the face of death, like a lion who was proud of everything, looking at the person who wanted to kill with hatred. He is a wounded "lion", unable to dodge the man-eating sword, and even more powerless to resist, hated and angry, and can only be slaughtered by others, and accept death in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, the man-eating sword fell......

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