The self-detonating Chilian was burned into fly ashes, washed by the rain, and seeped into the mountains and rocks, without a trace.

Du Lengqiu looked at him for a long time, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Butterfly Dance, what do you think?"

Butterfly Dance stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "I think there must be something strange about this matter." ”

Du Lengqiu laughed, "Yes, Butterfly Dance, it smells like that." Butterfly Dance, do you think he's a youkai?"

"Although the demonic spirit is very weak, it can't hide from my nose. ”

"Yes, if you're in Blue Star, you're going to apply for the position of a perfumer, it's cool. Du Lengqiu said casually, but his choice of Chi Lian was very strange.

Chi Lian is simply announcing that there is something strange about this case.

Why is this happening?

Du Lengqiu didn't know.

The unknown is the most itchy.

After turning around Baiyang Village twice, Du Lengqiu didn't find anything again, and Yang Yang returned to the Hanging Sword Division.

At the door of the Hanging Sword Division, he stared at the sword-shaped stone tablet on the left side, which was carved with the shape of the demon suppressed by the Hanging Sword Division.

Hundreds of miles away, inside the ruined temple, the bonfire was blazing, and a white-robed man faced the wall and said coldly: "Chi Lian is dead." ”

His facial features were facing away from the fire, and it was difficult to see clearly, but not far behind him, a strong man wearing iron armor and a one-horned helmet lifted the thigh-thick iron rod in his hand and said fiercely: "What kind of shit-like plan is this?" ”

The ironclad man looked at the unconscious cultivator at his feet, his facial features were the same as those of Chilian. Even twins don't look alike.

With a deep hatred on his face, the ironclad man lifted the iron rod and slammed it down.

The cultivator's head on the ground shattered like a watermelon, and his brains were scattered in all directions.

At the same time, thousands of miles away, in a large hall, endless candles burned like stars for eternity.

The terrazzo floor tiles are spotless, black and white, yin and yang.

A little boy sat on the futon in the hall, constantly planting his mouth, and there was still a trace of a ha at the corner of his mouth, snorting twice, as if he was missing some food.

Suddenly, a candle went out.

The bronze bell in front of the child rang melodiously.

"Boom!"

The boy fell to the ground with a puff and threw himself to the ground.

He got up in embarrassment, looked at it with sleepy eyes, and was immediately shocked, and shouted: "Die long, Uncle Chilian's soul lamp has fallen." ”

The boy screamed as he ran, crying in his voice, as if the end had come.

Chi Lian, the coquettish son of the Sande Sect. Everyone recognizes that the next generation of heirs is just traveling, so why is it gone?

The entire sect shook violently.

The head Qin Feng rushed in, his clothes were disheveled, and his eyes were red, "How can this be, how can this be, quickly ask Elder Taishang to do a fortune." ”

"No matter who dares to plot against our disciples of the Three Virtues Sect, they must pay the price. ”

As soon as the words fell, an old man with white hair and a solemn expression flew down, and he reached out and pinched the fallen candle in his hand.

This person is none other than the Supreme Elder of the Sande Sect, Cao Shen.

Ten fingers flew over, and after a few seconds, Cao Lian said coldly: "Chi Lian died in Manzhou, in the central mountains, three hundred and twenty miles away from the capital city of Manzhou. ”

Hanging Sword Division.

Late at night, Du Lengqiu tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Today's assassination is really incomprehensible. He put his hands on the back of his head, looked at the tabernacle, and pondered quietly.

In the realm of Du Lengqiu, sleeping is already dispensable.

He can completely recover his energy by meditating.

It's just that today's battle made him a little tired.

"Bang Bang Bang, it's dry, watch out for the candles!" the hoarse voice of the watchman came from the street corner.

"Hmm, there's a murderous aura!" Du Lengqiu suddenly woke up.

Between the lightning and flint, a little golden starlight shot out from a corner of the room. Thin, like a grain of golden sand floating between your fingers. It's like a dream.

When Du Lengqiu saw it, his complexion changed suddenly, because he had already seen that the power contained in this golden starlight was extremely strong!

He urged all his strength like crazy, and the surging mana instantly condensed thousands of sword shadows in front of him.

Ten Directions Mayfly Sword!

This is Du Lengqiu's self-created swordsmanship.

Based on the Five Elements Sword Talisman, it connects many magical powers, and finally creates this sword qi magical power.

The shadow of the sword is heavy, if all the streams return to the sect, stab at that little bit of golden sand.

The golden sand went upstream, and if the salmon went upriver in the Mississippi River, it penetrated layers of sword shadows.

However, at the end of the strong crossbow, you can't wear Lu Minye.

No matter how strong Jinsha is, he is also cut down by the sword shadow.

"Who?"

No one answered! It was as if Du Lengqiu was the only one in the whole room.

The enemy hiding in the shadows shoots another grain of sand.

Du Lengqiu's brows furrowed slightly, and he said coldly: "Hide your head and show your tail!"

"Shame on me, get out of here!"

He rolled over from the bed and landed on the ground, holding the long sword in his left hand, holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and pulled out a slight inch or so.

Just an inch.

In the radiant light, endless sword qi burst out, and the room of Nuoda was instantly filled with sword qi. Without the slightest gap, not even an ant can survive in the room.

The grain of sand shot only three feet away before it was cut to ashes.

"Boom!"

A corner of the room suddenly erupted with countless golden air currents, condensing into a blooming golden lotus flower, which enveloped him tightly. The sword qi that filled the room found its direction in an instant.

Du Lengqiu's eyes tightened, and he scolded: "Go!"

The sword qi in the sky smashed like raindrops, turning the blooming golden lotus flower into powder with a snap of his fingers.

But this lotus flower finally slowed down the sword qi, buying time for the enemy in the dark to snap a finger.

A flick of a finger is also time.

A shadow rolled out of the room, turned into a human form on the ground, and stood tall in the courtyard.

Du Lengqiu raised his sword and stepped out, looked at the enemy, and said lightly: "Dare to come to the Hanging Sword Division to assassinate, you are so daring!"

The figure was blurred, and he sneered when he heard the words.

"The studio killer, no matter what the identity of the target is, only asks where the target is. ”

Du Lengqiu's face sank, "Photo studio?"

It's an extremely difficult organization, with a lot of killers and daring. But the Hanging Sword Division has always only been embarrassed by monsters, and has never dealt with various sects in the mainland, why did the shadow studio killer suddenly come to assassinate him?

He always felt that the truth was hidden in a lot of fog and difficult to decipher.

Du Lengqiu tapped the scabbard and said coldly: "I heard that the killer of the photo studio is divided into four levels: gold, silver, copper, and iron. Give me your name. ”

"Jin Qi, the photo studio, I have seen Your Excellency. ”

As soon as Jin Qi's words fell, he turned into a shadow and disappeared into the darkness, leaving only a remaining blind voice.

"If I didn't kill Your Excellency today, I will come again. ”

Du Lengqiu stared at the night, smiling rather than smiling, and muttered to himself, "Without my permission, you still want to leave?"

"Wood!"

I don't know when, countless tender spring grasses have grown on the ground, and the blades of grass are like swords, piercing the sky.

"Slash!"

Endless grass flies into the sky. In an instant, all the grass within a radius of 100 zhang was covered with green blades of grass, and there was no gap.

The hard walls, the tough trunks, the stone-carved beasts are pierced by the pliable blades of grass.

A shadow emerged, and drops of blood dripped down and soaked the ground.

"What kind of move is this?"

Du Lengqiu said lightly: "Green grass can catch everything, including shadows. ”

"I've disappointed you, it seems that I am the one who wins in the end this time, accept the fate of your defeat! ”

Jin Qi coughed, blood spurting out, "It's that I underestimated you, but the studio won't underestimate you, and the studio won't tolerate a second failure." ”

"I'm waiting for you in hell!"

Jin Qi laughed twice, and suddenly turned into a flame, burning himself into flying ashes.

"That's it again!" Looking at the ashes all over the ground, Du Lengqiu thought thoughtfully.