"It's not as big as you think!" Zhen Kexiao said urgently, "Back then, your father's disciple was the only son of the White Horse Gang, and this person colluded with businessmen to resell military rations and poison border soldiers. Even if it's not Yuan Ji, if the matter is revealed and outsiders know, your Wu clan will eventually be guilty of death."

"Nonsense!" Wu Shiliu shouted loudly, "What does it have to do with my father to resell military rations? If he kills Hengtian, he can also report to the official and let the court take Hengtian. But why? Why do you want to implicate my father?! My father is just a mere traveler, a nobody in the Chongdu! But he innocently implicated my father, that is, there is no distinction between good and evil, and he kills innocents indiscriminately!"

Zhen Kexiao can't argue, Yuan Ji did follow Lu Bupin's instructions and killed many people in his early years, if you investigate the root cause one by one, it is inevitable that some of them will be killed by mistake.

Killing pays for life, this is the principle of heaven. But Zhen Kexiao couldn't retreat from this, because it was Yuanji who stood in front of her on the Red Mountain Horse Road, and he desperately protected her from the jam.

This kind of affection in her heart is no longer as simple as kindness, but family affection. Zhen Yi died, Jiang Xiaonan died, the Zhen family was exiled to Manhong Pass as hard labor, she had no relatives, and only Yuan Ji was always with her.

She swore an oath.

Motoyoshi can't die.

"He was the one who killed your father, and you refused to give up on this matter, then ......" Zhen Ke stood with a sword, "If you want revenge, find me."

Wu Shiliu looked at her coldly, and said in a cold voice, "You are the county lord of Zhenfu, and he is your dead soldier. I should have looked for you!"

That's the end of the story.

The snow was in full bloom at night, and a variety of flowers drifted between the eyebrows.

The oblique Snow Sword was glowing without light, and the dull mangs shook across the sword pool, passing away from the calm surface of the lake.

Wu Shiliu flew up suddenly, her posture was like a drifting snowflake, and at the same time as she went up in the air, the long gauze fluttered with disorder.

Immediately, I saw her hand pinching the law, and the gauze suddenly appeared purple, spreading across the sky like a big net, and the silent night suddenly flashed with a thousand rays of light!

"I heard that you are a disciple of the Lord of the Junchou Pavilion, and your cultivation is unfathomable." Zhen Kexiao raised his hand to lift the hem of his skirt and stepped out, "Today I will come to receive the teaching!"

Wu Shiliu stood in the air, and the purple qi behind him came from the east, reflecting the graceful figure like a nine-day fairy descending to earth.

With a slight turn of his hand, he grabbed the law, Wu Shiliu looked down at Zhen Kexiao, and said, "The disciple of the master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is born with a sword fetus that is widely spread all over the world. But you can't stop me today!"

said that it was too late, and then it was fast, Wu Shiliu raised his hand to make a seal and pressed it downward, and the overwhelming yarn suddenly expanded, and it quickly covered it downwards after extending!

Purple light was like electricity, shooting out coldly from the sand silk, and stabbing towards Zhen Kexiao at a rapid pace!

Zhen Ke looked up ridiculously, watching the purple light expand infinitely in his pupils. She stepped deep into the snow and pulled her legs violently!

With a whoosh, the purple light instantly hit Zhen Kexiao, blowing up the boiling snow water all over the ground, but her figure suddenly fluttered and twisted, and disappeared into the field!

Wu Shiliu was shocked, she didn't expect Zhen Kexiao's speed to be faster than the purple light, she rolled her eyes to look around, and suddenly noticed that the water in the sword pool was inexplicably rippling!

The afterimage skimmed, the ripples in the sword pool continued, and Wu Shiliu immediately made a decision, waving his sleeves fiercely!

The gauze in the sky suddenly appeared with purple light, and countless purple rays of light came out of the yarn, like a sudden torrential rain, flying down!

Bang bang! There were several earthquakes in succession, and the mountains and rocks of the ancient land of Jianchi shook and shook, and in the snow and water in the sky, in an instant of purple light, Zhen Ke's ridiculous figure appeared!

Wu Shiliu, who looked up at the sky, threw her sword at it at a gallop!

Scold!

The sound of the sound of the sword echoed endlessly, and the shocking snow sword pierced a purple light, and Zhen Kexiao flew as fast as the wind to catch up, stepping on the flying sword!

At the moment she approached, she raised her sword finger in her hand, and six lightsabers loomed on her side, and then the sword pointed directly at Wu Shiliu!

Whoosh! The six lightsabers flew out in unison, and the speed was like thunder, and they stabbed at Wu Shiliu in the blink of an eye!

Wu Shiliu's face was pale, she knew that Zhen Kexiao was born with a sword fetus, and she was in

The cultivation of the sword path is extremely perceptive, otherwise the Beitang clan will not be forced to hesitate, and the Beitang Tianming will be the next master.

She was thoughtful, and the gauze in her hand fluttered in the wind, and immediately rushed out like a spiritual snake, spinning and drawing a magic circle in front of her!

The circle was depicted with intricate lines, the light was purple and steaming, and the moment the lightsaber hit the circle. The magic circle suddenly rippled like water, and then I saw Wu Shiliu raise his hand and be shocked!

The magic circle was pushed straight out, and the six lightsabers dissipated and became invisible in an instant, but the next moment before she could react, in the phantom that was shattered like a light foam, Zhen Kexiao held the Snow Shocking Sword and killed it instantly! Z.br>

She stabbed out with a sword!

Hiss!

The sound of the sword seemed to tear through the air, and the piercing hum echoed in the ears, and for a short time, the wind and clouds suddenly fell silent.

This sword went straight at Wu Shiliu, and the bright tip of the sword shone with a brilliant white light, as if a beam of light was infinitely approaching her eyes!

From this sword, she saw Zhen Kexiao clearly, and also saw the sword intent that was like a bamboo!

She turned sideways, and as her figure quickly moved away, the sword flew past the side of her face, and then a crisp clanging sound was heard.

Blood oozed from the glossy earlobes, and a string of beaded earrings scattered across the sky.

Zhen Kexiao swept into the sky, and the arrogant sword intent rushed to the top of the clouds with an incomparably powerful sword light, cracking the snowflakes and sweeping the sky!

Wu Shiliu raised her hand in horror and touched her earlobe, and then raised her head to look up, staring at the woman in red standing proudly in the cold wind.

The confrontation between the two has changed, and Zhen Kexiao has the upper hand at this moment.

She raised her hand and delivered a sword flower, which immediately stood upside down behind her, pinched the fingers of her left hand to carry spiritual power, and when the white light around her body roared, the wind rolled up a thousand piles of snow, and the endless white clouds surged like waves, and then she pointed upward!

Rumble!

The silent sky for no reason suddenly exploded with a muffled thunder, and the clear water surface of the sword pond reflected the round and unsullied sky, and then the lake waves shook due to the violent muffled thunder.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

Five thunders rang out wildly, and the sword pool shook up the rising waves when it was neutral, and at the same time, the sky was full of light, and the five heavenly thunders slashed towards Wu Shiliu one after another!

Wu Shiliu's complexion changed greatly, her brows tightened and moved quickly, her body was like a dancing yarn and dodged one after another, but the last thunder was so fast that she didn't have time to escape!

She raised her arm and quickly rotated the yarn silk shield, and pushed it head-on, shaking the sky and thunder!

Rumble!

Wu Shiliu was hit hard, and the yarn in front of him was shattered by the thunder and scattered in all directions!

But at this moment, in the already broken line of sight, she clearly saw Zhen Kexiao above looking at her indifferently, with a sword in his hand, throwing his hand in a chic manner!

"Hundred Steps Flying Sword!"

Scold!

The sword manghuo Huo Huo turned into a brilliant white light in an instant, the speed was faster than the previous thunder, and the momentum of its volley was even more breathtaking!

This sword is like the divine weapon of the ancient gods, and its power is like a killing intent, and it hits in front of you in the blink of an eye!

With a bang, Wu Shiliu's wide eyes were still staring at the sky, but the hair fluttering in the long air behind her ears was scattered and danced.

The bun broke and the snowflakes drifted away, and the long hair like a waterfall poured down, and Wu Shiliu looked at Zhen Kexiao in the sky in a daze.

The sky was clear and cloudless, the snowflakes fled into the distance, and the fluttering style of the red clothes was wanton and proud. At this moment, Zhen Kexiao is so unattainable in her eyes, as if she is a sword immortal in the world.

"I could have killed you with this sword." Zhen Kexiao looked down condescendingly, "But I hope you can listen to me again."

Wu Shiliu pursed her lips, she looked at Zhen Kexiao from afar, and said hatefully, "Needless to say, I can't avenge my father because my skills are not as good as others."

Zhen Kexiao recalled the Shocking Snow Sword, she stepped on the sword and slowly floated down, saying, "You are so obsessed, do you still want to fight for this breath?"

Wu Shiliu suddenly smiled maniacally, and she said with tears in her laughter: "I have been in the Purple Smoke Pavilion for many years, and I have cultivated diligently

It's revenge. However, this cultivation realm iron is ruthless, otherwise I would have returned to Chongdu to slash the enemy." She looked at Zhen Ke's ridiculous eyes with a sneer, "When I learned that your Zhen clan was exiled all over the Red Pass and Zhen Yi died in the Golden Palace, how happy it was! You and him." Her eyes as she looked at Motoyoshi were filled with endless hatred, "It's long overdue."

She wept and wept, still clutching the broken gauze in her hand, and her eyes moved to look at the sword slave by the sword pool.

"Father, daughter is incompetent, and has not been able to avenge this blood feud for my Wu clan." Wu Shiliu's palms glowed with purple light, and then his palms pressed against his neck, and he said sadly, "Redeem your daughter for unfilial piety."

The purple light became brighter and brighter, Wu Shiliu closed her eyes in despair, and at the moment when the tears fell down her chin, she exerted her strength violently!

Boom.

Tears fell into the snow, and a thin hand suddenly grabbed Wu Shiliu's hand tightly, and there was a painful struggle in his dull eyes.

"Don't ...... Dead ......" The sword slave's voice was harsh and hoarse, he grabbed Wu Shiliu's hand tightly, and looked directly into her sad eyes with dull eyes, "...... alive"

Wu Shiliu's eyes gradually widened in shock, she leaned closer and shouted tentatively, "Father?"

The sword slave was silent, but the hand that held Wu Shiliu tightened tighter.

Everyone was shocked, it turned out that this sword slave was Wu Shiliu's father, the leader of the Nine Cities Julong Gang outside Chongdu back then, Rapid Rain Sword, Wu Feng!

Jiang Guo was shocked and muttered, "It turns out that Wu Feng is not dead."

looked at the grief-stricken Wu Shiliu, and then understood why she was so desperate in the desert. I understand why she is so obsessed with winning the Vermilion Bird True Feather, even at the risk of persevere.

Wu Feng didn't die and became a sword slave, it must have been that he threw himself into the sword pool. The sword pond has always been known as the ruthless place of sword seekers, but it is also a sacred pool of flesh and bones of the living dead. No matter how seriously injured, as long as they are baptized by the water of the sword pool, they will all be able to recover as before.

Jiang Guo understood this, so he was full of ambition to take Yuan Ji to the Ten Thousand Sword Gate, as long as he entered the sword pool, there would definitely be a glimmer of hope for resuming his cultivation.

And at this moment, Yuan Ji, who seemed to be out of his body, looked at Wu Feng and Wu Shiliu's father and daughter, his dull eyes gradually regained their vitality, and he looked at it curiously, as if he remembered something in his mind.

The falling snow turned into rain, and he stood in the street, and with a sword passed, several swordsmen fell to the ground, and blood gathered in pools and sprinkled all over the spot.