When Wang Shisanlang broke the weeping willow in his palm and Fan Xianhua turned into a butterfly branch, Wolf Tao and Yun Zhilan didn't look at each other at all, and they also felt the remorse and fear in each other's hearts.

Only then did they understand why Fan Xian was found in the middle of the mountain, but instead of retreating, he fled towards the Jianlu, so that he could coincidentally restrain the Northern Qi Emperor. It turned out that from the very beginning, Fan Xian's goal was the Sword Mansion, and when he came today, he wanted to enter the Sword Mansion and see the Sword Pavilion!

In mid-air, the wolf peach roared wildly, the metal chain on his wrist clanged, and the two scimitars slashed at Fan Xian's back like two pieces of gold, because he knew that Fan Xian would never be allowed to enter the depths of the sword house with his majesty hostage, once the other party was taken out of his vision, no one knew what kind of terrifying ending Northern Qi would usher in!

And he believed in the majesty who was restrained by Fan Xian. Although Majesty is young, but the experience of the past few years has proved that he has too much vision and wisdom beyond mortals, since Majesty Xià calculated that Fan Xian would not hurt him, then Wolf Tao will bet on this, attack Fan Xian will be saved, forcing him to withdraw!

The two pieces of golden mangs slashed towards Fan Xian's empty door, but the long sword in Yun Zhilan's hand was extremely quiet, Zhongzheng calmly escaped the gap in the two pieces of golden mang, and stabbed Fan Xian's neck, the sword spit out, like a silver snake spitting letters, and the sword intent was extremely powerful!

The sword intent of this sword is actually very similar to the sword intent of Wang Shisanlang holding Yang Heng at the previous moment, and it is the most condensed and unfocused blow in the four swords, regardless of the front and back. Yun Zhilan took the risk at this time, and the reason was different from that of Wolf Peach. He cared about the life and death of the Northern Qi Emperor, but he didn't believe in the judgment of the Northern Qi Emperor, but he had a great reason not to let Fan Xian enter the Sword Mansion, because the master was in the Mansion!

Based on different reasons, the two powerhouses of the Nine Grades made the same determination, and at the same time performed their own tricks to press the bottom of the box, at any cost, and even risked Fan Xian to kill the Emperor of Northern Qi, and slashed towards the huge empty door behind Fan Xian!

At this time, the four people in the air were like flying birds, flying above a stone flat in the front yard of the Sword House, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Fan Xian held the Northern Qi Emperor in his hand, and although he held the black dagger in his right hand, he couldn't stop the chill behind him from invading at all.

The wolf peach and the cloud behind him floated in the air, swords and swords together, breaking through the air silently, but the breath interfered with each other, making a palpitating squeaky and cold sound.

At this time, if Fan Xian does not abandon people and turn around to save himself, there is only one way to die. But if he turned around to save himself, he was afraid that he would also be seriously injured, and the Emperor of Northern Qi would definitely get out of his control.

So Fan Xian chose not to do anything, still following the inherent flight trajectory, and rushed towards the second gate of the grass house, not caring about the scimitar and straight sword behind him!

Because he left Kyoto, came to Dongyi, entered the mountain residence, and went straight to the sword house, all based on a judgment and a confidence, he didn't believe that the other party would watch this scene happen after paying so much sincerity!

............ This matter has nothing to do with luck, it is completely Fan Xian's judgment of the situation in the world and his insight into people's hearts, as well as his confidence in that old monster.

Things were as he wished, when the sword was still half a foot away from his back, the door three feet away in front of him creaked open, and the second door of the sword house was opened in front of Fan Xian, who had fled, to welcome his arrival.

Fan Xian carried the Emperor of Northern Qi and pounced in, and then the door slammed shut, locking Wolf Tao and Yun Zhilan outside, and locking the two scimitars and the long sword outside.

The door of the grass house is often only a symbolic separation, and the material is mostly made of hay and wooden strips, but such a fragile door was caught between Fan Xian and the two masters behind him before that moment.

How can such a door stop the red-eyed wolf peach and cloud orchid?

............ At this time, there was a great chaos in the field outside the Sword House, and more than a dozen streamers scattered, avoiding the willow tree. Wang Shisanlang abandoned the willow and dúlì, and everyone didn't care about him, but just cast their nervous gaze to the gate of the sword house, and they all clearly saw Wolf Tao and Yun Zhilan, the two strong men, chasing and killing Fan Xian into the grass house.

However, just a moment later, everyone was shocked and speechless by the next scene.

I only heard two muffled snorts, and the two figures flew back miserably, it was Wolf Tao and Yun Zhilan. When they attacked the sword house, they were imposing, but at this time, they retreated at a faster speed, and the situation was very wolf!

I saw that the wolf peach turned a few muscles in the air, and his whole body strength was pushed to the extreme, and the two scimitars protected the whole body like rain, and a golden mangshu was in front of him, I don't know what invisible power he was resisting.

And Yun Zhilan lowered his eyebrows, raised his knees slightly, stretched his leg backwards, and leveled his sword at his eyebrows, extremely respectful, and did not dare to exert qi, but he barely used the jīng innocent qi in his body to resist, retreating extremely fast, and did not dare to stay at all!

The wolf peach spun faster and faster in the air, and the double knives became more and more urgent, and finally turned into two streamers, only to hear him shout, the double knives slashed, and after a muffled sound, he stopped.

A branch was cut in two by him, and he fell to the ground weakly, and the wolf peach supported it with one foot, raised his eyebrows, and forcibly did not retreat, but his chest was stuffy, and after all, he was shocked by the infinite killing intent contained in the branch, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

And Yun Zhilan retreated faster, more thoroughly, and more respectfully than Wolf Tao, and he didn't think about resisting anything with the sword in his hand at all, and was forced to retreat a distance of fifteen zhang, and then knelt on the ground on one knee, holding the sword with trembling hands.

A verdant leaf was attached to the blade of his sword.

............ Everyone in the audience was shocked, seeing that these two strong men were about to capture Fan Xian in their hands, where did they think that the people in Luzhong only used a branch and a leaf to force these two strong people back.

There are only a few people in this world who have such an unfathomable realm, and the master in the sword house is obviously one of them. It seems that the disturbance outside the sword house finally alarmed the violent Sword Saint.

Looking around at the sword, slashing a branch and picking a leaf, he forced back the top two ninth-grade powerhouses in the world, and the realm of the great grandmaster was indeed too much beyond the mundane.

It's just that this great grandmaster is still a little biased in the end, so what is thrown at his eldest disciple is a leaf, but what is smashed into the wolf peach is a branch.

When he saw the green leaf flying out of the second gate, Yun Zhilan was frightened and only knew how to retreat, but Wolf Peach's heart was full of infinite fighting intent, and he forcibly resisted the branch - so Wolf Peach was injured and vomited blood, and this is how it happened.

Sigu Sword, which has been silent for nearly three years and has been hiding in the house for three years, finally made a move today.

Outside the grass gate, all the disciples of the Jianlu knelt on the ground in unison, kowtowing in the direction of the Jianlu to say goodbye, and those disciples who had participated in the control of Wang Shisanlang felt fear and strong uneasiness, and subconsciously began to look for the figure of the senior brother with their eyes, just like what is written in many novels, in the combination of the best at carrying the black cauldron, the senior brother must have the most black cauldron on his back, such as the monkey.

Yun Zhilan was half-kneeling on the ground, his face was calm, but the sleeves on his forearms trembled gently as if they were blown by the wind, revealing his true feelings deep in his heart at this time. He didn't know when Master Shizun came to the front of the Sword Mansion, and he didn't know what Master Master had to say about what he did, but he only knew that he had to do it, even if Master Master didn't allow it.

He Daoren held the injured wolf peach, and the masters of Northern Qi looked at the closed door of the sword house with a shocked expression, not knowing what was happening inside, what was going to happen, why did the sword help Fan Xian to hold the emperor hostage, and his majesty was still safe at this time. Their hearts were anxious, but under the prestige of the Sigu Sword, they didn't dare to rush in to save people.

The most powerful of them, Lord Wolf Peach, was no match for a branch thrown by the Sigu Sword, and this gap in strength could not be bridged with determination and courage.

Wolf Tao slowly wiped the blood stains from the corners of his lips, and looked coldly at the depths of the sword house, a trace of complicated feelings flashed in his eyes, as if he felt that something was a little unexpected for him.

―――――――――――――――――― fell heavily on the hard bluestone ground, Fan Xian's toes shrank at the moment of impact, and he bounced up with castration, his palm had already let go of the little emperor's hand, and he raised it, holding the black sè dagger upside down with his right hand hanging from his wrist, half-squatting on the ground, staring at the wooden door behind him.

In such a short period of time, he forcibly changed his position, prepared a killing move, and made a posture of fighting a tiger and a rabbit, I have to say that Fan Xian's strength is indeed quite strong now.

If Yun Zhilan and Wolf Tao broke into the door at this time, Fan Xian would at least not be like before, but would be able to give the other party a thunderous blow.

It's just that a long time has passed, and the grass door, which seems to be weak and can't help the wind, is still closed calmly, no one breaks in, and even the sound outside the door gradually becomes weaker. This too ordinary grass door seems to be able to shut out all the wind and rain and blood, and let the people inside the door be self-unified, prefer to settle in the house, and seek the joy of escaping the world.

After a long time, Fan Xian slowly stood up and squinted at the door, knowing that since Yun Zhilan and Wolf Tao had not come in before, at least for a short time, they would not have the courage to make a second attempt.

There is no need to think about it at all, he also knows why, although the Sword Mansion is a martial arts holy land, but for Yun Zhilan, the only one who can drive him out is the master of the Sword Mansion, the great master who has a strange feeling.

Fan Xian was not surprised, the reason why he chose to Forcefully Rush Sword Lu before was also to estimate that Sigu Sword would definitely not watch him suffer a big loss. He was just curious about what kind of technique the sword used to express his attitude.

There was silence in the sword house, Fan Xian turned around, and found that the little emperor of Northern Qi was half-sitting on the ground of the bluestone slab, holding his feet, as if he had been injured by the previous impact. Fan Xian was in no mood to pay attention to him, just looked around calmly, but found no trace of anyone.

He didn't see the branch or the green leaf, but the moment he turned around, he vaguely caught a somewhat familiar figure out of the corner of his eye, and it was this figure that made him feel a little strange. When he came to Jianlu today, of course he didn't dare to bring a shadow, who was that figure? If it was a Sigu sword, why would he feel familiar?

On the bluestone slab floor, there are grass clippings slowly moving with the wind, and the hustle and bustle outside the house seems to have become a story many years ago. Fan Xian walked to the little emperor of Northern Qi, stretched out a hand to help him up, and then walked towards the third gate in the sword house.

Just when the two of them were less than three steps away from the door, the grass door was slowly pulled open from the inside. A boy stretched out his head, his eyes turned incomparably sharp, swept twice on Fan Xian and the little emperor of Northern Qi, and said with a grin: "Which of the two is surnamed Fan?

"I am the Emperor of Northern Qi. The little emperor of Northern Qi's face turned pale, and it seemed that the injury at his ankle made him a little unbearable, but inside the sword house, he was still used to speaking first.

Fan Xian felt very strange at this time, he didn't know what he would encounter in this sword house, so he sneered and said, "Then I only have the surname Fan." ”

When the boy heard that the two had declared their surnames, he laughed happily, opened the grass door completely, saluted respectfully, and said, "Two distinguished guests, please come with me, the room is still inside." ”

The boy turned around to lead the way, but the brows of the little emperor of Northern Qi in Fan Xian's arms were furrowed, he had been to Dongyi City for several times, and he had entered the Lu several times, and he was no stranger to this road, but he had never seen the real person who looked at the sword. Today, Fan Xian broke through the obstruction of himself and Yun Zhilan and forcibly entered the house, and it seems that instead of being angry, Sigu Jian has the intention of meeting the two of them.

As soon as he thought of this, the little emperor of Northern Qi's mind became solemn, and he faintly noticed that something was wrong.

Fan Xian's gaze was fixed on the back of the boy, who was carrying a long sword behind his back, which looked completely out of step with his thin figure.

After a short time, the boy took the two to a room in the depths of the sword house, and after a servant woman brought hot water to eat, he withdrew, leaving this quiet room to Fan Xian and the little emperor of Northern Qi.

The host's family has not spoken to each other, and the two guests have to accept the arrangement somewhat passively. The problem is that at this time, deep in the sword house, the room is unusually quiet, Fan Xian and the little emperor of Northern Qi are alone in the quiet room, and the atmosphere suddenly becomes weird.

Fan Xian walked to the window, pushed open the window and looked out, and at a glance, he saw the big pit in the middle of the zigzag courtyard, and his pupils shrank.

At this time, the little emperor of Northern Qi sat on the edge of the bed behind him, stared coldly at his back, and said, "Fan Xian, there are only you and me at this time, what can I say." ”

Fan Xian didn't look back, and responded softly: "Anything you say, I believe he can hear it very clearly when he looks at the sword...... I do wonder why you guessed I was hiding in Rie's room, though. ”

The little emperor of Northern Qi smiled a little strangely, and instead of explaining the problem, he said: "I am also very strange, why did you guess that I knew your whereabouts and arranged for someone to kill you." ”

Fan Xian shrugged, withdrew his gaze from the various sword branches in the big pit, turned to look at the little emperor of Northern Qi and said quietly: "There is no need to explain this question, in fact, I am just a little angry, why have you become so stupid and naïve now." ”

He slowly lowered his eyes and said, "Have you ever thought about what kind of price the world will pay for it after killing me?"

The little emperor's brows furrowed, I don't know if it was because of the unbearable pain in his ankle, or because Fan Xian gave him such an unsatisfactory evaluation.

Fan Xian walked back from the window, sat on the stool in front of the bed, looked at the little emperor's face calmly, and suddenly said, "You are not young now, but I am still used to seeing you as a little emperor." ”

Speaking to the Emperor of Northern Qi, but speaking as if he was facing an ordinary person, Fan Xian's attitude and feelings really shocked the heart of the Emperor of Northern Qi. This is not a matter of strength, but a sense of equality rooted in the deepest part of the blood and bones, even if it is Wolf Tao or Yun Zhilan, when facing the Emperor of Northern Qi, he will still be extremely respectful, and no one will be like Fan Xian, who regards the respect of the king as nothing.

Fan Xian quietly looked at the little emperor's delicate and ordinary face, but his thoughts drifted somewhere, he knew better than anyone in the world how powerful this little emperor was. A few years ago, he was still too immature, and he had already taken the lead in the layout of the Qingguo Jiangnan area, whether it was Fan Xian or the eldest princess Tsunaku, he would get some benefits from it. Another example is the heavy death of the commander of the Northern Qi Jinyi Guard, this little emperor used the Uesugi Tiger to kill three birds with one stone, I have to say that the emperor's heart is like a mirror, and he is self-evident.

However, Fan Xian never understood what the other party would want to kill him. If it is said that during the rebellion in Kyoto in the seventh year of Qingli, the little emperor of Northern Qi could kill himself with the hand of the eldest princess, and then help the eldest prince to ascend the throne, which would be of great benefit to Northern Qi...... But now that three years have passed, killing himself in Dongyi City, Northern Qi can't stay out of the matter at all.

"Killing you in Dongyi City can at least force Dongyi City to be unable to surrender. The little emperor looked at Fan Xian indifferently, as if he was not afraid to explain anything in front of him, "As for whether your death will anger the Nanqing court, it is not in my consideration at all...... Could it be that if you don't die, your emperor Lao Tzu will not use troops against me?"

The little emperor sneered: "Since whether you are dead or alive, you can't prevent the outbreak of the Great War, and your death can at least make Dongyi City throw itself to me." Why don't I do such a good thing?"

Fan Xian's eyes floated past the figure of Uncle Wuzhu, looked at the little emperor and laughed with mockery and pity, and slammed a finger on his bright forehead, and said: "Your Majesty may be self-respecting and will not take action in person, but will only send troops to avenge me, but if you really kill me, I promise you that without the bitter lotus, the Northern Qi will only become a pool of blood." ”