A crescent moon slowly jumped out of the sky, step by step towards the night sky. Occasionally, you can still see a small number of people at night, mostly on the way home, and they seem to be in a hurry. The innkeeper called the shopkeeper to put away the tables and chairs and walked into the inner courtyard, and the shopkeeper cleaned up the inn lobby and did not forget to close the doors and windows, put out the candles and lay down on the tent to rest.

In the guest room, Zhang Xiyun was still not asleep, and the sloppy old man who didn't need to sleep and rest kept snoring, Zhang Xiyun sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, his eyes closed, and he looked inside to know the sea.

Within the sea of knowledge, the trapped fairy sword and the purple giant sword are separated from the left and right edges of the sea of knowledge, and the purple light emitted by the purple giant sword continues to spread to the middle area of the sea of knowledge, but when it reaches the center of the sea of knowledge, it encounters the red light emitted by the sword of the trapped fairy, and after the two rays of light meet, it will be in the center of the sea of knowledge at the same time, and it will merge and dissipate into a mist.

The Trapped Immortal Sword has become his soul soldier since Zhang Xiyun was a child, and he should have been the master of Zhang Xiyun's knowledge of the sea, standing in the center of the sea of knowledge, but now it has retreated to the edge because of the purple giant sword obtained in his previous life, forming an opposing balance with the purple giant sword on the left and right.

A good martial arts monk can only integrate the power of a soldier into his body, cultivate a martial soul, this has been the case since ancient times, Zhang Xiyun was born in this life, there is a purple giant sword in the sea of knowledge, it stands to reason that he is a natural good martial arts monk, and the purple giant sword is his soul soldier. However, the purple giant sword never nourished his sea of knowledge, but continued to erode his body, until the trapped immortal sword became Zhang Xiyun's soul soldier, and then he controlled the purple giant sword in his body, this purple giant sword not only had a strange origin, but now it can be regarded as a major hidden danger in Zhang Xiyun's body.

There seemed to be a noise outside the window, and the wind was loud and loud, and the window whined. Zhang Xiyun retracted his mind, opened his eyes and looked at the window, the window was not closed tightly, and a figure flashed through the crack in the window.

Zhang Xiyun thought of what the sloppy old Taoist said before, and hurriedly got up to go to the window to investigate, but when he opened the window, he saw that there was no one on the lonely street under the moonlight.

Zhang Xiyun was still not at ease, poked his head out to look around, and suddenly saw a figure on the other side of the street and instantly turned into the alley next to him.

Zhang Xiyun was startled, and was about to wake up the sloppy old man, just turned around, but felt a chill behind him, Zhang Xiyun flashed sideways, and a flying knife the size of a palm grazed in front of his eyes, stabbing deeply into the wall of the guest room, the wall seemed to be unbearable, where the flying knife pierced, the surrounding walls slowly cracked.

Zhang Xiyun was slightly annoyed in his heart, and was almost killed by this flying knife, so he hurriedly turned around and looked out of the window, and at the same time raised his right hand, in the shape of a sword finger, and pointed out the window in the air, and two red lights flew out of his hand.

But in a moment, there was a soft sound outside the window, and a crisp female voice sounded, "I still have some skills, since I am a disciple of Tianqiong, I dare to come out to fight!"

When Zhang Xiyun heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked back at the sloppy old man, but saw that he seemed to be sleeping sweetly.

Zhang Xiyun thought to himself that I was in the open and the enemy was in the dark, wouldn't it be self-defeating to go out, and after hesitating for a moment, he said to the window: "If you tell me to go, I'll go?"

A sneer came from outside the window, "Disciple of Tianqiong, actually avoiding the war?"

Zhang Xiyun snorted coldly, "Don't talk about it!"

After Zhang Xiyun finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the sloppy old man, he hadn't woken up yet, was he pretending to be asleep or really sleeping?

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the air outside the window.

Zhang Xiyun felt a chill to the bone, only to see a flash of cold light outside the window, nearly ten white rays of light swept by at an extremely fast speed, and in an instant, Zhang Xiyun saw clearly that it was nearly ten flying knives glowing with cold light.

Zhang Xiyun was shocked, and reacted even faster, reached out and grabbed it, and swept the wooden table in the room to his hand to block it in front of him, and even covered the wooden table with his strength to form a protective cover.

However, after a breath, the sound of collision sounded, and several flying knives were blocked on the table, but the flying knives did not stop, forcing Zhang Xiyun to retreat to the corner.

The flying knife gradually lost its stamina, and Zhang Xiyun just breathed a sigh of relief, but he saw another flying knife outside the window sweeping towards the sloppy old road that was sleeping.

What if this old man really sleeps so dead and is stabbed with a flying knife?

Zhang Xiyun gritted his teeth fiercely, the red light on his hand flashed, the blood-colored sword shadow appeared, he raised his hand and slapped it on the table, the wooden table split in half, and several flying knives on it were shaken open.

Zhang Xiyun didn't have time to think, he swept to the side of the bed, and the flying knife came at the same time, Zhang Xiyun urged his strength to protect his arm and grabbed the flying knife.

After the flying knife was caught, it turned into a cold air and dissipated in Zhang Xiyun's hand, I don't know if it was the cold or the flying knife was too sharp, Zhang Xiyun's palm protected by the strength cracked.

At the same time, a muffled snort came from outside the window, and the female voice was heard again.

"The strength is not bad, but if you do it again, see how you hide!"

The space in the house is too cramped, and it is really difficult to deal with this kind of offensive like a hidden weapon, and if you do it again or twice, you will be even more tired of coping, so it is better to go out and fight.

Zhang Xiyun looked at the sloppy old man who was still sleeping, and really wanted to kick him awake, but this old man's cultivation was much stronger than that of people outside, and if he disturbed his dream, it was estimated that he would not have any good fruit to eat. And he originally thought that he was the person provoked by this old man, but he heard that someone directly revealed his identity as a disciple of Tianqiong, and it was more like he came for himself, I am afraid that it is not the old man's business.

Zhang Xiyun muttered in his heart, how can a person be able to see his identity! And he has never gone down the mountain, where is the enemy to provoke? The baby is wronged, but the baby doesn't say.

After a short fight, Zhang Xiyun estimated that this person's cultivation should not be much different from his own, but his foundation was so stable that even Chenchen's fat man had to accept it, if it was a battle, he would not necessarily lose! Even if he was really defeated, he should be able to run back, and when the time came, he would ignore it, and shake this old man awake first!

After thinking about it in his heart, Zhang Xiyun finally jumped onto the street.

A middle-aged man and a young girl stood on the long street.

Both of them were dressed in black, the girl had a delicate face, a slender and tall figure, but she looked a little cold, and she thought that the female voice just now was her.

Zhang Xiyun secretly screamed in his heart, there was actually one person, he didn't feel the slightest breath of this person just now, I was afraid that he deliberately hidden, and his cultivation must be stronger than this girl.

Zhang Xiyun asked the two, "Who are you?"

The girl curled the corners of her mouth, "The one who killed you." ”

Zhang Xiyun thought about what he was wondering about just now, and actually asked the two opposite people with a serious face: "Did you recognize the wrong person?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "The person who wants your life hates you to the bone, how can he mistake you?"

Zhang Xiyun had a capital confusion on his face, when did he have a grudge with someone?

"Why?"

"There are so many whys. ”

The middle-aged man was about to step forward, but was stopped by the girl's outstretched hand, "Uncle Lin, let me come! I haven't fought against anyone since I first arrived in Liuhe, and I just want to avenge my eldest brother together!"

The middle-aged man hesitated slightly, but stepped back.

The girl stepped forward, looked at Zhang Xiyun contemptuously, and said, "The one who killed you, Yang family Yang Xi, don't provoke the Yang family again in the next life!"

Yang Xi raised her hand and waved, and twelve flying knives like Fang Cai appeared around her, and the twelve flying knives floated and sank around her, revealing a chilling light.

A smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged man on the side, and he looked a little melancholy, Yang Xi took the Tianhan dagger as his soul soldier, and now he finally has a small success, and he was promoted to Liuhe at the age of fifteen, but he is much more talented than Yang Bin, but it is a pity that she is a woman!

Yang Xi waved his hands forward, and twelve flying knives poured out of the nest and attacked Zhang Xiyun.

Zhang Xiyun hurriedly stepped back, pinched the sword fingers with both hands, raised his arms, and the four long swords emitted red light and emerged, with the tips of the swords pointing downward, surrounding Zhang Xiyun.

Twelve flying knives instantly arrived in front of Zhang Xiyun, but the four long swords seemed to draw out a field, and the flying knives could not penetrate, Yang Xi sneered, his hands were closed, and the twelve small knives were connected end to end, surrounding the long sword, trapping Zhang Xiyun in the circle, constantly shrinking inward, the long sword was surrounded by the flying knife, and pressed inward towards Zhang Xiyun, the sword body seemed to have cracks, Zhang Xiyun was also uncomfortable, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Tianqiong's true disciple, is this the only ability?" Yang Xi sneered.

Zhang Xiyun let out a low roar, stretched out his arms hard, and the four long swords suddenly crossed in front of him, Zhang Xiyun raised his hand, held the sword in front of him, and slashed out, and a sword qi poured out as if it had cut through the surroundings, shaking the twelve flying knives away.

Yang Xi was slightly surprised, and then said, "It seems that you are not as bad as I thought." ”

She withdrew her hands back, twelve throwing knives merging into her body, three knives on each of her hands and feet, and a stream of white light wrapped around them.

Zhang Xiyun also withdrew with both hands, and the four swords returned.

Yang Xi walked forward, and where he passed, the ground seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, leaving a smooth opening, Yang Xi raised his leg and kicked Zhang Xiyun horizontally, and a dagger phantom appeared on his leg.

Zhang Xiyun raised his hand to block, and the phantom of the trapped immortal sword also appeared in his hand.

Zhang Xiyun blocked Yang Xi's horizontal kick with his hand, but did not make a sound of body collision.

The sword and the phantom of the sword collide, and the sword touches.

There was a sound of iron blades striking.

The shadow of the sword flickered, as if it was about to dissipate.

The shadow of the sword is still substantial, but it seems to be not as sharp as the shadow of the sword, and the place where the blade collides with the blade of the sword gradually cracks.

Yang Xi looked at Zhang Xiyun with a shocked expression, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.

"Why! Your cultivation is not as good as mine, the soul soldier should not be as strong as me, why is my Tianhan dagger not as sharp as your sword!"

Zhang Xiyun snorted coldly, "How can there be so many whys, what you said!"

The middle-aged man on the side saw that something was wrong, and took a step forward to make a move.

Zhang Xiyun's expression changed, he was actually not having a good time at this time, Yang Xi's cultivation was slightly stronger than him, at this time, he only relied on the innate advantage of the trapped immortal sword, if this middle-aged man who didn't know what cultivation did to make a move, Zhang Xiyun would definitely leave his life here.

I saw the battle of swords, although the sword shadow flickered, it could hold on for a while, and the crack of the sword shadow gradually spread to the entire blade as time passed, and after a few breaths, the sword shadow would shatter.

The middle-aged man no longer hesitated, and stepped out, his hands seemed to be wrapped around a wisp of pale yellow tulle, and his aura was strong, comparable to Elder Zeng Xun of Tianqiong that day.

The middle-aged man raised his hand slightly, and the pale yellow light floated out, heading straight for the two of them.

Zhang Xiyun saw that the situation was not good, and he didn't dare to take advantage of the victory to pursue, just when the sword shadow was about to be completely shattered, he withdrew his hand, and with the strength of Yang Xi's legs, he withdrew half a zhang away.

The yellow light did not completely dissipate, the aftermath dispersed, and slapped towards Zhang Xiyun's chest.

Zhang Xiyun couldn't avoid it, was shocked by the aftermath, took a few steps back, half-knelt on the ground, snorted, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Yang Xi fell backwards and was held up by the middle-aged man.

"Xi'er, this kid's soul soldier is a little weird, don't delay this matter any longer, you step down, I'll go and get his head. ”

Yang Xi also knew that he couldn't take Zhang Xiyun, although he was depressed, he had to be silent.

The middle-aged man withdrew his hand holding Yang Xi and walked towards Zhang Xiyun.

saw Zhang Xiyun stretch out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, no longer looked at the two, but turned away.

The middle-aged man was stunned and stopped.

Zhang Xiyun shouted at the inn over there.

"Old man, if you don't wake up, I'll be beaten to death by them!