Approaching noon, the autumn sun overhead, shining directly on the slightly crowded old courtyard below.

In everyone's sight, the sunlight spread on the fox face of this uninvited guest, and the bronze mask reflected a ghostly light full of metal.

It is like the quaint blood-stained bronze vessel waved during the tribal sacrifice in the mythical wilderness era, which has appeared in the wall of this antique Gan school courtyard at this moment, which spans thousands of years.

It's like a world away.

The young man was tall and thin, dressed in a navy blue Confucian shirt and wearing a bronze fox face.

It's a familiar figure.

I can't forget that since the difference between the big lonely mountains, how many times I woke up in a dream late at night, this indifferent and arrogant fox-faced young man has lingered, and some of them have even become a nightmare, affecting the girl's Dao heart.

"Which of you is looking for me?" He asked.

The crowd was silent, and no one answered.

The bronze fox-faced young man walked into the courtyard calmly, and under the gaze of everyone, he suddenly stopped three steps behind the threshold at the entrance of the courtyard and looked down.

There seems to be a dividing line like the Chu River and the Han realm in front of him.

The bronze fox-faced young man stood at the edge of the moon formation under the pool, one step away, turned his head left and right, and seemed to look at the people in the courtyard and the formation nodes everywhere with great interest.

Rong Zhen's eyes narrowed.

Yan Zhang and Lian Qing's faces were serious and a little silent.

The bronze fox-faced young man pointed to the little female crown in Confucian clothes who was bound by a rope and couldn't speak beside a white-clothed woman in the courtyard:

"I have a fate with this little guy below, everyone give face, let her go, and I can spare you a dog's life today."

He spoke in a contemplative tone, but said the most arrogant words.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was silent for a while.

Yan Zhang stared at him for a while, then suddenly sneered and shook his head:

"You're funny, aren't you? We didn't go to look for you, but you sent it to the door by yourself, and now you dare to negotiate terms with our Si Tianjian, what are you calling a dog? ”

The bronze fox-faced young man's eyes kept looking at Rong Zhen, ignoring him the whole time.

Rong Zhen, who was standing in the center of the courtyard as a formation, was silent for a while, and suddenly turned his head to the little girl in the red jacket next to him and asked:

"Who is he? Do you see his face clearly? ”

Ever since the bronze fox-faced young man came in, Huang Xuan had been turning his head to look at his face, and his little face was stunned.

At this moment, Rong Zhen inquired, staring straight at her pair of sheared eyes.

Huang Xuan came back to her senses, glanced at her, and lowered her head: "I see clearly, I don't know." ”

The bronze fox-faced young man glanced at the little girl in the red jacket.

Rong Zhen retracted his gaze and asked coldly:

"What happened to Ouyang Changshi?"

The bronze fox-faced young man immediately raised his eyebrows, but unfortunately the bronze mask covered his expression.

Rong Zhen's words are like ice:

"Attack and kill the long history, the crime will be added to the first degree, and today's old crimes and new crimes will be counted together."

Ouyang Rong nodded: "I like Your Excellency's businesslike tone, and after listening to it, I really feel that I deserve to die." ”

After a pause, he suddenly asked:

"Did you leave something behind last time? In other words, is this gadget also going to be a capital offense? For example, there is a crime of violating morals and customs. ”

The bronze fox-faced young man raised the white-washed crumpled purple light fabric in his hand and gestured.

It was not unfolded, but the mandarin duck faintly visible on the light fabric clearly explained its close-fitting properties to the sharp-eyed people in the courtyard.

In the courtyard, Yan Zhang, Lian Qing and other Si Tian supervised the qi practitioners, as well as Miao Si and Huang Xuan, and their eyes were stunned and fell on the small clothes in the palm of the bronze fox-faced youth.

The courtyard was eerily silent.

Even the arc moon-shaped tripod sword hanging high above his head was not noticed for a while.

"How is it possible, what nonsense are you talking about......"

Yan Zhang's first reaction was not to believe it, impossible, impossible.

How could the cold and holy Rong Zhennu Shi's personal belly pocket be in the hands of this thief, and this charm style of wearing red and purple is not in line with Rong Zhennu Shi's white and pure outfit at all.

Yan Zhang wanted to sneer and ridicule a few words to argue for Rong Zhennu's innocence, but in the next moment, after he turned his head, he saw the kaolin flower in the Si Tianjian in the middle of the courtyard, and the palace girl who was as tall as an iceberg snow lotus in the past.

Rong Zhen wore a golden face with four fierce eyes, motionless, and couldn't see the specific expression on her pretty face, but the skin on her ears and neck looked white and red under the sun, and she was extraordinarily charming and red.

Everyone in the hospital, except for Huang Xuan, who didn't understand personnel a little, the others suddenly understood.

Yan Zhang was stunned, staring at the copper bell's big eyes, something was rapidly collapsing.

The bronze fox-faced young man was so immortal that he continued to ask with curiosity:

"Why don't you speak, hmm, isn't it Your Excellency's?

"Okay, then go back and ask the others to go, there are not many people I saw in Dagu Mountain that night, and I can always find the owner."

He sighed with joy:

"It seems that the crime of violating customs and immorality can be avoided for the time being, but it's a pity that the next gold is not ambiguous, and the female historian will not give a reward, nor will it be worthy of the capital crime."

As he spoke, he shook his head and put away the crumpled purple belly pocket, standing on his sleeves.

Rong Zhen's neck and ears are even redder, and the ear beads that are delicate and round without earrings are so red that they want to drop.

At this moment, Yan Zhang's feminine and handsome face turned blood-red, like a rotten eggplant, bruised and purple.

"You...... You...... Thieves are rampant. He drank heavily.

The bronze fox-faced young man who was one step away from the formation suddenly turned his head and looked at Yan Zhang coldly.

At the same time, directly above the courtyard, the clear blue [arc] ten zhang above Rong Zhen's head suddenly moved.

Like the moon falling on the river, like a comet rushing to the sun, crashing into the old courtyard.

When the matter was urgent, everyone was frightened, and Yan Zhang also bent down and hugged his head in fright.

But in an instant, everyone who feared the power of the sword in their bones found that after the [arc] entered the courtyard range of three zhang above Rong Zhen's head, it quietly stopped in the air.

It's like it's stuck in a quagmire, stagnant.

The hazy mist emitted from the feet of the palace skirt of the cold and cold palace girl became more and more dense, permeating the courtyard, like the mist rising in the bathroom during bathing.

In mid-air, the clear blue light around the [arc] slowly shrank, much weaker.

The arc trembled slightly.

It's not that it's not sharp enough to cut through the heads of this array and the mole ants below.

Rather, the sword bearer's aura supply was lost.

The human sword induction was isolated by the Ikexia Moon Array.

Returned, the first failure.

After Yan Zhang saw it clearly, he laughed heartily:

"Little thief, Ding Jian is nothing more than that, what a stupid person, he dared to let Ding Jian enter the battle, now he is trapped, without Ding Jian, what are you going to kill?"

Everyone, like Yan Zhang, breathed a sigh of relief.

Lian Qing sneered and said: "Don't talk nonsense, start the earth escape and take his head." ”

Rong Zhen, who bowed his head and didn't speak from beginning to end, quickly smashed the red paper with one punch, took out a ball of literary qi, closed his eyes and pinched the trick, and locked the person's breath.

Although the bronze fox-faced youth was only one step away from Chi Xiayue, Tu escaped and trapped him, which could prevent him from running away.

Yan Zhang and the others were gearing up, but they didn't expect that the bronze fox-faced young man at the gate of the courtyard did not panic, but shook his head gently.

In the next moment, the invisible aura in Rong Zhen's hand suddenly exploded.

The [arc] above everyone's heads suddenly bloomed with a clear blue light, piercing through the hazy mist.

It moved, like a fish fluttering on the shore and re-entering the water.

"Whoosh" and disappear.

Without giving him half a breath, it reappeared, accompanied by a scream that resounded through the courtyard.

"Ah——!h

A white-clothed qi practitioner who guarded Miaosi stopped his waist and broke it, the section was neat, divided into two, and the blood line was soaring.

Bend your waist and shake to the ground.

Miao Si, who was bound and sealed on the side, suddenly felt relaxed, sat on the ground, opened her mouth wide, and looked around in a daze, as if she could speak, and lifted the blockade.

Although she is still the same as Huang Xuan, she is in the closest place to Rong Zhen, and is guarded by Yan Zhang, Lian Qing and other Sitian supervisors.

At this moment, inside and outside the hospital, everyone was terrified.

"How can he still have aura?!" Lian Qing asked sharply.

Yan Zhang suddenly reacted:

"Is it driven by the temperament, this is okay?" He hurriedly shouted to his frightened companions on the left and right to stabilize the army's heart: "Don't, don't be afraid, let's go together, he has no aura now, only a literary qi, and he can't kill us!" ”

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw the bronze fox-faced young man at the gate of the courtyard stretched out his hand into his right bosom and took out a handful of blood-stained red leaves.

This cluster of red leaves made Huang Xuan and Miao Si very familiar, and when they took a closer look, the ink on the red leaves had disappeared, and in their place, they were scribbled with scribbled blood characters.

That's right, the red leaves are written in blood with crooked handwriting.

The bronze fox-faced young man grasped a handful of red leaves full of bloody smell in his palm, and calmly walked into the moon array under the pool.

Walk towards Rong Zhen, Huang Xuan and Miao Si in the very center.

Every time he passed in front of a white-clothed qi practitioner, he would pull out a red leaf from his hand and throw it behind his shoulder.

Pieces of blood-stained red leaves flew in the air, and at the same time, inch by inch shattered into leaf ash.

And when the blood-stained red leaves were broken into powder, the [arc] also appeared next to the corresponding white-clothed qi practitioners.

Caught off guard.

The bronze fox-faced youth walked all the way, and there were heads falling to the ground behind him.

Miao Si looked up in a daze, looking at the scribbled blood words on the red leaves floating in the air, she couldn't help but whisper:

"Look up at the bright moon...... Bow your head and miss your hometown......

"The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost...... Jiang Feng Yuhuo is sad and sleepy......

"The White Emperor of the Dynasty is among the clouds...... Thousands of miles of Gangneung are still ...... in one day"

The stunning poems with outstanding literary tone and surprisingly smooth mouth, one after another, the little girl in Confucianism, who was born with the main ink and close to the literary atmosphere, became more and more stunned the more she read it:

"Chutian is thousands of miles away in autumn, and the water goes with the sky and the autumn is endless...... The sunset is at the head of the building, in the sound of the broken hong, the Jiangnan wanderer. I saw Wu Hook, the railing was patted all over, no one would, and I was ......"

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a meteor...... Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles...... Brushed off his clothes and went to hide deep with his name...... Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward! ”

The poem says ten steps, but the bronze fox-faced young man killed one person in one step in the courtyard.

His steps were understated, and one by one of the Si Tian supervising qi cultivators passed by, and the vitality of his body passed, and he fell to the ground with a "poof".

Miao Si suddenly laughed and giggled:

"Hahaha, good poetry, good poetry, you sword-wielding man is interesting! Wen Qi is like not wanting money, and it can also act as a sword qi, what kind of magic power is this? After that, wouldn't the Great Sword Immortal be a great poet hahahaha. ”

Rong Zhen turned his head: "Shut up!" ”

was caught by Yan Zhang's anxious thoughts, and regardless of the small body that was almost pinched, he danced and laughed heartily.

"Shut up! Poetry and sword of the immortal to save this fairy girl, wait for death, you know, bully the weak, now the dog barks to try, slightly. ”

The little ink spirit tilted his head and grimaced, sticking out his tongue.

Yan Zhang was in the square formation, and suddenly rebuked two words:

"Miao!"

The little female crown in Confucian clothes screamed "ah", tilted her head and vomited blood, and fainted.

But there was still a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Happy and that's it.

The bronze fox-faced youth quickened his pace, broke through the layers of defense, and walked towards Rong Zhen.

He passed by Lianqing's side.

The eyebrow mole woman who was about to kneel and lower her eyebrows didn't have time to speak, and her head was separated, clean and neat.

In the end, the bronze fox-faced young man stayed by Yan Zhang's side for a while, didn't listen to him, just patted Yan Zhang's shoulder gently, and then casually pushed down his headless corpse.

Yan Zhang's head had fallen to the feet of the bronze fox-faced young man at some point.

The feminine and handsome face of the first level, his eyes were wide and full of incredulity.

He couldn't understand until he died, why he was also isolated from the aura and lost his aura cultivation, why the bronze fox-faced young man in front of him was still able to control the Ding Sword, why there were still so many peerless verses, and why...... can touch the private belly pocket of the iceberg goddess Rong Zhennu Shi.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret.

In the courtyard, a silent killing is nearing its end.

In the end, the bronze fox-faced young man carried an [arc] and walked in front of the palace girl wearing a golden mask.

He still has the last red leaf in his hand.

Rong Zhen stared at the round apricot and saw that there was a faint line of undried blood on the last red leaf:

Born out of nowhere, reckless Kunlun, read the spring of the world.

Three million jade dragons flew up, stirring up Zhou Tian's cold.

She turned her head slowly.

The two people wearing masks looked at each other.

Without waiting for Ouyang Rong to speak, Rong Zhen suddenly took off the golden fierce face, her hair was already wet, and a few strands were scattered in front of a pair of lacquered eyes, and her eyes were staring at his face:

"But once you die, don't hide it, take off your mask, and let this palace look at you, just this one."

The bronze fox-faced young man ignored it silently, and turned his head to look at the little female crown in Confucian clothes who had fainted from serious injuries on the ground next to him.

The pair of eyes on his fox face narrowed, tilted his head slightly, and seemed to be in a very unhappy mood.

Rong Zhen smiled sadly, closed his eyes, held his head high like a swan, did not beg for mercy, did not bow his head and regretted, and his eyes were closed and his pretty face was facing the [arc] in mid-air.

The bronze fox-faced young man silently looked at the girl in palace clothes who was killed.

The clear blue light of the [arc] was busy and flourishing, approaching the pretty face of the girl in the palace costume, and the sword qi cut off the black wet hair in front of her closed eyes, pointing straight at the tip of her nose.

At this moment, outside the courtyard wall, there was a sudden "click".

The bronze fox-faced youth turned his head instantly.

In the carriage at the gate of the courtyard, there was a rebellious long sword that had lost the suppression of the Ding Sword and rushed out of the sword box, a touch of snow white, shining brightly!

Ordinary alleys, there are swords in the air, and bullfights angrily.

Thank you for your company, and in the new year, let's start again! or2

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