In the empty stone room, on the central futon, there was a woman in a snowy green dress sitting upright, her eyebrows were quiet and calm, and her expression was calm and calm.

A long sword reached the center of her eyebrows, and the sharp tip of the sword cut through the skin, rolling down a trace of blood, snaking down the wing of her nose, "ticking", falling to the ground and smashing.

The eyes of the meditated woman suddenly opened, and her eyes were like swords, revealing their edge.

Without waiting for the sword-wielding man to react, her clothes flew and she retreated to the wall and stood against the wall.

Zhang Zheng stretched out his hand and wiped the stinging wound on his eyebrows, and the wet blood stained his fingertips, which was particularly eye-catching.

With his right hand flipped, the dagger was held in front of him, and Zhang Zheng cautiously looked at the black-robed figure in front of him.

She almost died by this man's sword!

The cultivation of the man in black is slightly lower than hers, probably in the early stage of foundation building, but the aura around him is strong and gloomy, which makes people feel jealous.

The wide black robe completely covered his entire body, revealing only the hand holding the sword, which was scarred, and the scar was healed white, all old wounds.

When she woke up, the man in black didn't look surprised, and the tip of his sword was swift as lightning, slashing towards Zhang Zheng.

The three-foot green front broke the sky, and the dark green Hongguang was cold.

Zhang Zheng jumped in a leap, like a swimming dragon, avoiding the sharp sword that pierced the cold sky and roared, and the dagger in his hand had a flash of inspiration, and he took off his hand and stabbed at the head of the man in black.

"Bell—"

The blades collided, making a clear sound of clouds, sword light and sword shadow, Qingfeng was like a rainbow, dazzling, like a forest ghost.

In just three breaths, it has passed a hundred moves.

The dagger hurriedly retracted into his hand, Zhang Zheng's eyes were cold, and the vines were alive, violently entangled in the waist and abdomen of the man in black.

The sword flowers swirled, the cold light was cold, and the dark green vines cracked into powder crumbs and collapsed.

Zhang Zheng had already stepped forward, and the aura controlled the dagger to break through the air from the side, and the black burning stick in his right hand slammed down.

"Boom-"

The burning sticks missed, the hard ground sank into a large pit, and the smoke and dust filled the sky. The sharp dagger pierced the black robe on his arm, and blood splattered and fell into the air.

The pupils of the man in black hidden under the black robe flashed a faint shock, and he didn't care at all about the knife wound that was visible to the bone, tearing the rune paper, and his body turned into a wind cloud and suddenly dissipated.

Zhang Zheng withdrew the dagger, blood beads dripped from the tip of the blade, and he looked at the place where the man in black disappeared out of thin air, with a solemn expression.

Who is he?

Why kill her?

Zhang Zheng thought for a moment, she had never seen this person, but she had a sense of familiarity, especially his old wounded hands.

She seemed to have seen a pair of such hands, but she couldn't remember where she had seen them.

I couldn't think of it, so I put the matter aside for the time being.

Zhang Zheng recalled the inexplicable scene behind the scenes, which was absurd and bizarre, but when he thought about it, he felt extremely reasonable.

Mozi, Yi Yanshan, Si Dao Sect......

Those gloomy eyes seemed to be still shaking in front of them, crossing the distance between thousands of mountains and rivers, illusion and reality, and looking at her.

Is this a fantasy?

"Click", a slight sound, attracted Zhang Zheng's heart, and she hurriedly tilted her head to find prestige.

The empty stone wall slowly opened a secret passage about a man high, and the inside was pitch black and lightless, and it was difficult for the divine sense to move an inch.

Zhang Zheng hesitated for a moment, and was about to cautiously step in.

There was a sudden hint of anger in the passage, slowly approaching her.

Something is coming!

She hurriedly took a step back, the dagger clenched in her hand, the blade pointed straight at the dim passage, and the aura flowed.

Two figures walked out of the dark passage one after the other.

"Senior Sister Lin?"

The three of them were relatively stunned, and Zhang Zheng was the first to shout suspiciously.

"Senior Sister Zhang? How did we get to where we were? ”

After a brief conversation, let's figure out the facts.

It turned out that Lin Xiaoxiao and the two arrived at this secret passage after passing through the Lechuan River, walked cautiously all the way, and saw Zhang Zheng when they came out.

There is no danger here, Yi Yanshan untied the red rope and the Qingxin bell and put the mustard seeds, and quietly looked at Zhang Zheng with curiosity.

How could this man be born so strangely?

Noticing Yi Yanshan's gaze at Zhang Zheng, Lin Xiaoxiao chuckled lightly, raised her hand and introduced, "This is my junior sister, Zhang Zheng." ”

"Senior Sister Zhang didn't look like this before, but there was a little accident."

Zhang Zheng scratched his head in embarrassment and smiled.

Yi Yan Shan still felt confused, but he still suppressed the curious exploration in his heart, hugged his fists and said: "Zhang Daoyou, I am thinking about the disciple of the Taoist Sect - Yi Yan Shan." ”

Wishful!

These three words were like thunder, and Zhang Zheng was stunned for a while, his heart was surging, and he couldn't react.

It wasn't until she caught a glimpse of the suspicious and inquiring eyes of the two that she hurriedly withdrew her thoughts and bowed back in return.

Lin Xiaoxiao put away her suspicions and turned to observe the empty stone room.

She......

It's Yi Yanshan......

Zhang Zheng lowered her head, her toes tapped the ground with a little force, and there seemed to be a sea of fire under the ground, and the hot air rushed to her face in a trance, sweeping her hair.

Yi Yanshan was really curious about her appearance, her hair was like a blue sea, her whole body was blue and translucent, and there was a blood mark in the center of her eyebrows that would heal, like a spirit in the forest in the ordinary rumors.

"Wansheng."

Zhang Zheng suddenly raised his head, met Shang Yishan's gaze that had not yet been withdrawn, and softly called a name.

"Huh? Who is Wan Sheng? ”

Seeing that her expression was in a trance, but her eyes were fixed on herself, Yi Yanshan subconsciously frowned, and asked suspiciously.

Zhang Zheng's slightly furrowed eyebrows flattened, and he shook his head and said, "It's nothing, it's just a friend I knew before." ”

So what is her name when she looks at herself?

Yi Yanshan suddenly realized that she looked a little similar to her old acquaintance, no wonder she looked at her in a daze.

Come to think of it, that old friend is no longer alive, but a poor and affectionate person.

"There are many changes in the world, and when you meet someone similar to her now, it's comfort, don't be sad."

Zhang Zheng was confused by the words of pouring beans, and it took a while to understand that she was afraid that she had misunderstood, so she had to pull out a slightly stiff smile and thank you.

……

The dead and sinking yellow spring water is turbid, the turbid fog is shaking, gathering and scattering, and the ghosts are heavy through it.

On the Huangquan Lechuan Bridge, a man with half of his face covered by a ghost face walked in it expressionlessly, invisible ghosts fled frantically, ghosts cried wolves, screaming through his flesh.

If it is an ordinary person's soul body, it will be unstable and lose its soul, and at worst, the soul will collapse and there will be no reincarnation.

The ghost-faced man looked calm and ununcomfortable.

As soon as Fang stepped off the Lechuan Bridge, the man looked up at the clouds and mist in front of him, where there stood a woman in white clothes with a graceful posture.

His grim expression softened, and he called out affectionately, "Sister." ”

The woman turned around, a smile appeared on her elegant and soft face, gentle as a spring breeze, she moved lightly and walked in front of the man.

Rou Yi stroked the blood-soaked wound on the man's arm, felt the wetness of the blood, and her voice was distressed and gentle, "Wansheng, why are you injured?" ”

He was dressed in a pitch-black robe, and the dark color covered the blood from the knife wound, and he couldn't find it if he didn't pay attention.

Receiving the care of the person he cared about, the man's face unconsciously showed a look of dependence, and his right hand quietly covered the wound, "Sister, don't worry, it doesn't hurt." ”

The woman pulled his arm slightly hard, and carefully applied the white greasy powder to the knife wound.