Deng Xiaoxian came to the Sanchun Thatched Cottage step by step, and saw that the courtyard door was wide open, and a figure was reflected in the window, as if the Qin Immortal was bathing.

At that moment, the color heart was moved, and he went into the hospital.

Don't look at Deng Xiaoxian's disdain for Qin Xian during the day, but Qin Xian's beautiful and refined appearance can not be compared to vulgar fans?

The more Deng Xiaoxian thought about it, the more itchy his heart became, and he couldn't hold it back for a while, so he went straight here.

There is still a second gate in the courtyard, which is locked.

But how can this stop Deng Xiaoxian.

I saw him slit, and then he went over the wall and landed by the window.

Listening to the sound of water in the house, Deng Xiaoxian was about to pierce the window paper to steal incense and jade, and suddenly someone slapped him on the shoulder.

Deng Xiaoxian was half frightened, but when he turned his head, he saw a young man in a night suit.

"You little thief, scared me to death!"

Deng Xiaoxian sighed, "Here Lao Tzu is in love." You, where did you come from, don't disturb Lao Tzu's Yaxing!"

These words were spoken louder, and an exclamation came from inside the house: "Who's outside?"

Deng Xiaoxian secretly said that it was not good, looking at the uninteresting night walker, his eyes rolled, and he thought about it.

I only heard him shouting: "Bold thief! Peeping under the window late at night, how can I, Deng Xiaoxian, tolerate you!"

With a palm, he slapped the night walker.

According to Deng Xiaoxian's thoughts, it is not easy to win this kid with his own affairs.

At that time, he will be a great hero who bravely captures the thief in the eyes of Qin Xian, and then he will be able to get along with Qin Xian, wouldn't it be beautiful!

Unexpectedly, this kid's kung fu is not bad, and his three palms of catching clouds nine times out of ten are unsuccessful.

I couldn't help but be annoyed, and when I saw a corner of the window open, it seemed that Qin Xian was peeping out, unwilling to lose his reputation.

At the moment, concentrating on luck, the sleeves of his shirt bulged, and a black ball of light between his hands slowly condensed.

The night pedestrians couldn't help but be startled, Deng Xiaoxian's face was pale, and he was about to push the black ball of light towards the night walkers.

Suddenly, a hand silently slapped on his shoulder.

Frightened him, the black ball of light dispersed, and the vitality was devoured.

Deng Xiaoxian spurted out a mouthful of black blood and fell to the ground.

When he turned his head to look, he didn't know when he stood a man in black and wearing a ghost mask.

"What...... Who?"

Deng Xiaoxian reluctantly spoke, and the black blood was still slowly overflowing from the seven orifices.

"Seven kills, Shadow, Ghost Face!"

"Seven kills, dead soldiers, Yushan!"

"Seven killings, falling red, tide sacrifice!"

Three voices rang out, but they were all the same.

"Seven kills!"

Deng Xiaoxian turned his head in disbelief to look at the girl who walked out of the house, "You too...... We have all been deceived by you! Ziyu has also been deceived by you!"

"It doesn't matter if you cheat or not,"

Qin'er said, "In the past, there was a cause, and today there is a result." That's all. ”

Deng Xiaoxian's pupils shrank: "What a 'cause in the past, today's effect'! Seven killings! Sure enough, death is not stiff! Ziyu! Ziyu ......"

Bursts of black blood poured out of his mouth.

He shouted Ziyu's name hoarsely, and soon fell silent.

Yushan frowned and said, "What does he mean by shouting 'Ziyu'?"

As he spoke, he added a sword to his chest.

Qin'er suddenly said: "I remember that Uncle Guoshi said that one of the people who surrounded and suppressed Panhe was a half-old child, who was ruthless and not afraid of death. Uncle Guo has been tracking him down, but there is no news. The list that Jiang Li said that day was confirmed by the national teacher, and there was no such person. Could it be Ziyu?"

She said in a cold tone, how could she still look like a bosom friend during the day.

Yushan was a little relieved, but still said: "Maybe Deng Xiaoxian has always had a gap with Ziyu, and he didn't forget to harm him when he died." ”

Ghost Face said: "It's not impossible. ”

Qin'er was very resolute: "No! It must be him!"

Slender hands clenched, full of murderous intent.

Yushan couldn't help but shudder, I don't know where Qin'er got such a murderous aura.

The Dream Building, in the hall.

Yang Xibao and Ye Gong leisurely sipped the fragrant tea, as if they were just here to rub the tea.

Yue Chang was anxious and unwilling to show it, so he had to drink tea with him and secretly pray for Deng Xiaoxian.

Ye Gong calculated that the time was almost up, put down the teacup, and said, "Our brother is here to borrow from Yue Daxia. I also hope that Yue Daxia will be convenient. ”

"Oh?"

Yue Changkong pretended to be surprised, "Brother Ye excused himself, he should go to Lord Hong." Looking for Yue, it seems that you are looking for the wrong person, right?"

Ye Gongdao: "Ming people don't say dark words. The current martial law has delayed us for some time. The elders in the door asked many times. We really had no choice, so we had to be cheeky to beg Yue Daxia. ”

Yue Changkong said: "Well, everything in the city is taken care of by Vice General Hong." Yue really can't help. ”

Yang Xibao, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke: "Since Yue Daxia said so, let's find Vice General Hong." It's just that I see that Yue Daxia seems to be absent-minded, but are you worried about Deng Xiaoxian's life?"

"What did you say?"

Yue Changkong was taken aback.

Yang Xibao had already stood up on his own: "I've been in Red Snow City for a long time, and I really feel like I've become one of them when I have a place. What about you, sixth?"

Ye Gong also stood up and said, "I thought I was the only one who felt this way!"

The two of them walked out the door as they spoke, looking at Yue Chang as if he were nothing.

Yue Changkong's heart was on fire, and he was about to desperately order his subordinates to surround and kill these two.

But there is no barrier between here and the gate, and you can see Luo Huqiu, Luo Huting, and Tiejing staring at the gate at a glance.

Under the weigh, Yue Changkong had to watch Yang Xibao and Ye Gong walk away.

On the long street, pedestrians are cut off.

Hong Yihui took a few henchmen and hurried towards the Dream Tower.

Suddenly, a gust of wind came.

As soon as Hong Yihui looked up, he saw a man in black holding a long knife high and slashing it in the air.

Hong Yihui hurriedly dodged sideways.

The man in black slashed into the air, did not stay, and swung his knife into the crowd.

When Hong Yihui drew his sword in his hand and looked back, the ground was already full of corpses.

"Who?"

Hong Yihui asked sharply.

The man in black didn't answer, only shook his head.

Hong Yihui's long sword is drawn, "white snake spits core"

The thorn will go out.

Immediately walked with the sword, showing the family heirloom white snake swordsmanship.

"Interesting!"

The man in black whispered and swam into a fight.

The White Snake Sword Technique was created by the White Snake Hong Zhao, and it has been passed down to Hong Yihui for ten generations.

It's a pity that Hong Yihui is obsessed with fame and fortune, a set of "White Snake Swordsmanship"

It's just a shape.

The man in black broke up with him a few tricks, and then he was not interested, and withdrew towards a tea shed on the side of the street.

"Where to go!"

Hong Yihui shouted and chased after him.

I just arrived under the shed, only to hear the man in black say: "Go!"

The cold light is coming.

Hong Yihui hurriedly dodged sideways, and the man in black had already flashed out from the other side, and with a stroke of his long knife, he cut off a bamboo pole that supported the tea shed.

Half of the tea shed collapsed.

Hong Yihui turned his head and ran as soon as he saw it, and the wind sounded in his ears, but it was the short knife that the man in black had just thrown flew back and cut off the bamboo pole on the other side.

Half of the tea shed is built on the eaves, supported only by these two bamboo poles.

This time it was all cut off, and half of it suddenly collapsed, covering Hong Yihui inside.

Hong Yihui wielded the long sword, and just cut the tarpaulin, but before he could find any trace of the other party, the long knife had already penetrated his chest.

"You...... Who the hell is it?"

Hong Yihui's long sword fell to the ground, and blood spat out word by word.

"Fine willow, dragon head!"

The four-character day life talisman took away Hong Yihui's last bit of vitality.

The Pain Dragon retracted its sword and looked to the north: the fine willows.

Alas, fine willows!

I can't forget it!

The Ghost Mansion Annex.

Ziyu was sitting under the tree and drinking tea, leisurely.

Fang Ran, who was standing on the side, looked anxious: "Childe, there must be something urgent on Yue Daxia's side." Otherwise, I will never ask you at this time. Why don't you go and have a look!"

Ziyu glanced at him: "If you want to go, you can go, don't worry about me." As I said, I want you to get ahead. ”

Fang Ran said: "Childe, I didn't mean that......"

Ziyu interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Okay." You go over and have a look first, and I'll go in a moment. ”

"Yes!"

Fang Ran replied and turned to go.

The night was silent, so quiet that there was not even the sound of insects.

Ziyu suddenly opened his eyes, the white clothes were better than the snow, and Qin'er was already sitting quietly on the wall, Hengqin was on his lap.

"You're here?"

Ziyu said happily that the beauty came at night, and it must be intentional.

Qin'er was cold: "You, do you remember me?"

Ziyu was stunned: "What does the girl mean by this?"

"Don't remember?"

Qin'er's voice didn't have a trace of waves, "Then let me remind you: ten years ago, on the side of the Pan River." I'm in the pavilion and you're outside the pavilion ......"

"Is that you?"

Ziyu jumped up, looked at this familiar and unfamiliar face, and fell into the memories of the past.

"I don't understand,"

Qin'er said, "You were only a teenager that year, and you were still a child. What is it that makes you so ruthless, without frowning, to kill the person who just welcomed you warmly, even without risking your own life?"

"You won't understand!"

Ziyu was a little excited, "When I was four years old. The family took in an injured Jianghu man. At that time, he was about to die, and it was my father who pulled him back from the ghost gate with all his strength. But only half a month later, it was still this person who led people to wash my house with blood for a sum of money. Of the 37 members of my family, I was the only one who escaped by the nurse hiding in the rice cellar. Since then, I have vowed to kill all the killers in the world! They are not worthy of being called human beings. They can do anything, as long as they have money! You say, you grew up in Seven Kills Village, and you still need me to tell you about the filth and despicability there?"

Qin'er was silent for a while, and said, "I don't know who told you how unbearable Seven Kills Zhuang is. All I know is that I have seen since I was a child that Seven Kills Village adopted orphans, cultivated their own land, and was self-sufficient. It's just that the rivers and lakes are sinister, so they select some disciples to teach martial arts, and assassinate some wicked people to deter one side. All I want is peace. In the battle of that year, how many of the people killed by you were farmers and peasant women who could not do martial arts, and how many old people and children. Don't you know?"

Ziyu lowered his head: "I know." But it was too late. I hate that my hands have been stained with the blood of innocents. Disheartened, I went here. I just want to never think about those things again. But who knows......"

He looked up at Qin'er, "My hands are already covered with blood. It's just, listen to me, kill me, and don't go for revenge again. There were so many things involved back then that you can't imagine. And those people are not something you can provoke. Kill me, and let everything end up with me!"

"Impossible,"

Qin'er shook her head, "Those sins are not something you can wash away. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the strings and said, "This is my new song, called "Farewell". It's also the only time I've played it here, and I hope my son listens!"

After speaking, the sound of the piano was unfolded.

""Farewell"? hehe...... "Farewell"!"

Ziyu sat down and smiled bitterly, "Do you want me not to be sad, or will you also be sad about this parting?"

However, the only thing that answered him was the sound of the piano.

At the end of the song, Qin'er stood up silently and looked at Ziyu lying on the table.

Everything in this world has nothing to do with him anymore.

And I still have a lot of things to accomplish in this world, and suddenly I have a kinship.

When Fang Ran arrived at the front yard, Yushan had already come to the door with a single sword.

Yue Changkong sat on the Taishi chair at the entrance of the lobby, watching his subordinates fight with the enemy with cold eyes.

Fang Ran walked quickly to Yue Changkong's side, and was about to speak, when the sound of the piano came from the faint side of the courtyard.

Yue Changkong listened, his pupils shrank suddenly: "What a son! I'd rather die than help me!"

Look at Fang Ran again.

Fang Ran was startled, hurriedly pulled out his knife, and made a move to "go straight with the blade"

, kill to Yushan.

Yushan said: "It's a good time!"

Stabbing the last opponent and drawing the sword is also "straight forward"

, head-on.

The same trick "straight forward"

, In Fangran, there is my invincible power, and in Yushan, it reveals an indomitable determination.

Ten Steps...... Five-step ...... Three steps!

The fear in Fang Ran's eyes deepened, and he was about to change his move.

Yushan was one step ahead of him, and he made a move to "splash three feet of blood"

, lightly wiped over Fang Ran's neck.

The blood really splashed three feet.

Yue Changkong slowly got up, walked to the courtyard, raised his head and said, "Look at the bright moon in the sky!"

It's like chatting with an old friend.

Yu Shan, however, saw in a trance that there seemed to be a crescent-shaped aura flickering under Yue Changkong's feet.

With each flicker, he seemed to weaken a little, and his mind gradually blurred.

"Actually, we don't have to fight and kill like this. Isn't it?"

Yue Changkong smiled, raised his hand and gently patted Yushan on the shoulder.

"Duh!"

Seeing that this was about to be filmed, suddenly a figure rushed from outside the gate, the golden light flashed in his hand, and he slashed towards Yue Changkong's outstretched arm.

"Who's coming?"

Yue Changkong withdrew his hand and stepped back, asking in a deep voice.

The person who came stood in front of Yushan and said, "Fine willow, dragon head!"

"Willow?"

Yue Changkong frowned, "Why are you wading into this troubled water?"

The Pain Dragon raised the dragon's head short knife: "Didn't my third brother say it?" If you stay for a long time, you will unconsciously become one of them!"

Hearing him mention the tiger head, Yue Changkong immediately thought that if he hadn't messed around with the snake head to delay time, why would he be so passive.

At the moment, he said angrily: "Look for death!"

The Pain Dragon was one step ahead of him, and the dragon's head short knife brought out pieces of golden light and slashed at him.

On the other side, Yushan also lifted his spirits, and the water sword dance debuted with water patterns, and came from the attack.

"Humph!"

Yue Changkong snorted coldly, and his hands emitted moon-white light, as if the moonlight was attached to his hands, "Moon Spirit Dance!"

The brilliance is shining, and one enemy and two are not left behind.

The sound of the piano sounded again, and a wave of murderous machines came in.

Yue Changkong shook the two of them back and rose into the air.

The Taishi chair behind him turned into crumbs in the sound of the piano.

Before Yue Changkong fell, there was a sound of breaking the air.

If the ghost face doesn't make a move, it's enough, and the shot is the "black fog" of the seven kills to the absolute dark weapon

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"Moon?"

The moonlight on Yue Changkong's left hand came out like a blade, dispelling the black mist.

The ghost face that followed the black mist was caught off guard, and immediately hit the trick and fell backwards.

"Senior brother—"

Qin'er's hands scurried, and the strings flew out and tied to the waist of the ghost.

Ghost Face stood firm with the help of his strength, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Haha...... Something that can't do it for yourself!"

Yue Changkong stood on the roof, his long hair fluttering, his body reflected the bright moon, like a heavenly demon, "Die!"

I saw him pinching the trick with both hands, and the moonlight was flourishing.

"Sun and Moon?"

In the air, a cloud of red light and a cloud of white light slowly condensed, really like the sun and the moon in the same sky, suppressing the real moonlight.

"Go!"

Yue Changkong pressed down with both hands, and the sun and moon light roared down.

The Pain Dragon Short Knife waved: "Boom!"

The golden dragon soared into the air, holding up two rays of light.

Qin'er hurriedly played "Iron Horse Jinge", the rhythm fluctuated, turned into a Jin Ge Iron Horse, and rushed towards Yue Changkong.

But not far from him, pieces were shattered.

"The machine spirits have been sacrificed, how long can you last?"

Yue Changkong did his best, and his long hair stood on end.

"Poof—"

The Pain Dragon spat out a mouthful of blood, and its body bent downward uncontrollably.

The golden dragon in the sky also wailed.

Yushan and Ghost Face are vain with hidden weapons, and there is no way.

Suddenly, the wind was blowing.

An illusory door gradually condensed behind Yue Changkong.

A black-robed man appeared silently, and the ghost-headed sickle was raised high and fell.

It pierced Yue Changkong's body in one fell swoop.

"Uh-"

Yue Changkong was bleeding from his seven orifices, and looked at the half-cut scythe exposed on his chest in disbelief, "Who is ......?"

"Dead people, you don't need to know much. ”

The black-robed man spoke, and his hoarse voice made the hairs stand on end.

As he spoke, he retracted the scythe, peeling off the transparent figure from Yue Changkong's body like fishing.

That figure's face was the same as Yue Changkong's, it was actually Yue Changkong's soul!

Yue Changkong was obviously aware of this as well, struggling to return to his body.

"Why bother?"

The black-robed man pulled slightly, and his soul completely left his body, and his body fell down.

Livelihood?

The volley was unpresided over and dissipated.

Rao is like this, and the remaining strength still blows everyone back.

"Your Excellency...... Who?"

Yusugi barely stood still, his voice trembling a little.

The black-robed man glanced at the people in the courtyard, and suddenly said, "Oh, it's interesting." If you and I are destined, I will tell you: The sea of unjust souls, but the mouth, the soul will be crossed for a thousand years!"

After speaking, he turned around and stepped into the door.

Only then did Yu Shan notice that he was still holding a string of souls in his hands, which were Ziyu, Fang Ran, Deng Xiaoxian and Hong Yihui.

The sea of unjust souls, but the mouth, the soul is a thousand autumns.

Yushan couldn't help but think of Allure and Huashang.

This world, it's really big.