Seeing this, He Shishi's eyes were split, and he exclaimed: "He Lingjiang! ”

Ignoring the sword behind him, he rushed towards Xuanyang.

However, Xuanyang's knife was extremely fast, and he couldn't stop it, and the blade had already reached the front of the umbrella.

He Shishi's breathing couldn't help but tighten, and his heart was desperate.

Seeing that the big knife was about to slash on the umbrella surface, the big umbrella suddenly lifted up, shot out, and swirled and knocked over the bronze mirror in the array.

"Poof!" With a bang, He Ling Jiang Hengjian, who was half-squatting under the umbrella, blocked Xuanyang's side.

She used her hand hard, blocked the opponent's knife, and then stretched out a leg and kicked at Xuanyang.

Xuanyang dodged sideways and slashed diagonally.

He ordered Jiang to pick up his sword to block, and as soon as the soft sword in his hand flicked, the tip of the sword came towards his chest.

Xuanyang's eyes shrank, and he unloaded his strength and retreated again and again.

After He Lingjiang forced him back, he reached out to catch the big umbrella that was swirling, and with another throw in his hand, the big umbrella went straight behind He Shiren.

He Shiren only felt a few muffled grunts behind him, and a warm liquid spilled from the top of his head, and when he turned around, he saw that the black-clothed man behind him had been strangled by all.

"What's the ghost called? Take care of your own back. He Lingjiang said angrily at him, then withdrew the big umbrella and continued to stab towards Xuanyang with his sword.

He Shishi's heart warmed, and then he involuntarily silently recited: What the hell is called? I'm human, you're a ghost, aren't you......

Xuanyang originally thought that she was suppressed by the formation and daylight, and she must have been a turtle in the urn, but she suddenly burst out, knocking over most of the bronze mirrors in the array, not to mention, she could still chase him with a sword.

He hurriedly retreated behind the boulder, chanted a spell in his mouth, manipulated the mechanism in his hand, adjusted the direction of the only remaining bronze mirror in the formation, and continued to go to He Ling Jiang.

However, this formation is no longer complete, and there are only a few bronze mirrors that can reflect the sun.

With the change of the direction under her feet, He Lingjiang also constantly changed the direction of the big umbrella in her hand, blocking all the afterglow, and the few rays of sunlight shining into the umbrella were also driven by her Zhenyuan, gritting her teeth.

In an instant, she had jumped out of the formation.

Xuanyang looked at the soft sword in front of him, and hurriedly lifted the knife to open it, and his feet rotated slightly, widening the distance between him and He Lingjiang.

He understood that the person in front of him had no low means of killing people with a sword, and he was not within his reach.

His heart sank, and he raised his knife to slash at He Lingjiang, his wide sleeves moved with the wind, and several talismans also shot away.

He Lingjiang's eyes narrowed slightly: Compare with her occult arts?

She leaned on her back, avoiding the talisman, and then raised her right foot and kicked away Xuanyang's wrist holding the knife, and the soft sword in her hand was also pulled by her, and then with a flick, she stabbed straight towards Xuanyang's face.

Xuanyang's eyes tightened, and he was forced to retreat again and again by this murderous sword.

He Lingjiang was already standing up straight at this time, holding an umbrella in one hand and pinching the trick in the other, quickly outlining a complicated golden talisman in the void, and with a flip of his palm and a sharp push, the talisman rushed towards Xuanyang with a thunderous momentum.

Xuan Yang just dodged the sword, but suddenly felt a coercion coming towards him, and his whole body involuntarily flew up and hit the boulder behind him, and then landed on the ground, raising a cloud of dust on the ground.

"Wow!" Xuanyang, who was lying on the ground, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood from the side.

When he came back to his senses, He Lingjiang was already standing in front of him with a sword, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at his face.

Xuanyang smiled miserably, revealing his blood-stained teeth: "It's me who lost." ”

He Lingjiang looked at him with a faint gaze: "You will naturally lose, at least, the person who can win against me will not be you." ”

Xuanyang coughed up the blood in his throat and said, "I underestimated you, I didn't expect you to have such a method." Xuanmen Five Techniques, Eight Branches and Seventy-two Palaces, where do you come from? ”

He Lingjiang shook his head and said, "You have to come from these seventy-two palaces to be considered orthodox in Xuanmen?" There are not a few people who practice occult arts in the world, and it is not uncommon for rural masters to be common. Today's Xuanmen only regards itself as orthodox, which is inevitably too self-esteemed. ”

Xuanyang's eyes were shocked: "You are not a person from the seventy-two palaces of Xuanmen?" ”

The seventy-two palace views of Xuanmen, with Taiqingguan as the most respectful, are the head of Xuanmen, and dominate the entire Xuanmen.

Since the establishment of Taiqingguan, it has lasted for nearly 400 years, and even he has to admit that this Taiqingguan is indeed a talent.

If the person in front of him has such a method, if he does not have the weakness of not being able to bask in the sun, I am afraid that most people who are in charge of the palace or watching will be difficult to defeat.

Listening to her words, she was not too old, he thought that he was a fallen genius disciple of the Xuanmen, and maybe even from the Taiqing Guan lineage, but it was not publicized.

He didn't know when such a talent would emerge in the countryside.

Xuanyang was still puzzled: "You are a ghost, although you are in the body of He Qi Niangzi, you are still afraid of the sun, and you are no different from ghosts." Today, I set up a formation to gather the daylight, obviously suppressing you, why did you suddenly explode and break my formation? ”

He looked at the person in front of him, his skin was wrapped in a black cloth, and he was standing with a big umbrella in his hand, not like Fang Cai, who was not afraid of the sun.

"This, ah......" He Ling Jiang sighed quietly.

This is thanks to the soul bead that Qian Niang gave her, when the scorching sun burned her body, she mobilized her true essence and cast a spell to let the soul bead resist for her temporarily, and she had to break the formation set by Xuanyang.

It's a pity that the soul bead has been raised by Qian Niang for fifteen years, but she was once lost between heaven and earth.

She looked at Xuanyang: "This...... It's up to you to figure it out. ”

Xuanyang thought that she was going to solve her doubts, but she never got such an answer, her throat itched, and she couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood.

He Lingjiang lowered his eyelashes and glanced at him lightly: "You have asked so much, it is time for me to ask you." ”

She leaned down, stared at Xuanyang and said, "I only want to ask you, what is the use of you conspiring with Lord He Erlang and getting the bronze medal passed down by the head of the He family?" ”

Xuanyang grinned at her with a bloody mouth and smiled at her, his eyes full of malice: "Guess." ”

As long as he doesn't say it, there will always be such a hidden danger in the He family, which makes the He family peaceful.

He laughed, and then he killed himself by biting the poison sac in his teeth.

Unexpectedly, He Lingjiang's movements were even faster than him, and a blood mark crossed his neck, and on the soft sword in He Lingjiang's hand, there were bright blood beads splashing into the dust.

Xuanyang's eyes widened, and he couldn't say anything in his throat, and streams of blood gushed out of his neck.

He Lingjiang lowered his eyes and looked at him coldly: "Since you don't say anything about death, I'll give you a ride." ”

"Am I...... The most annoying thing is that the person who was caught wanted to act out the act of taking poison and committing suicide in front of my eyes, and he was so angry that he couldn't get up or down in one breath, and he was full of depression. It's better that I'll personally send you on your way. ”

For a person like Xuanyang who is proficient in occult arts, since he has the will to die, he can't ask for a confession by torture.

This sword is not too deep, and the blood is thought to be flowing for a long time before it can be breathed.

He Lingjiang lowered his head and watched the blood on Xuanyang's neck gradually stain the clothes on his chest, the blood smeared one by one, and he gradually lost his breath.

"You gave He Qi Niangzi a sword, and now, I will return a sword for her."