injured his internal organs again, and desperately used a terrifying knife, although it did not cause any harm to the two people, at least it made the other party timid and did not dare to step forward.

The two sides are most afraid of fighting, and if they can't fight, if they are frightened, then they really can't fight.

Looking at Jiugong Yan, who is still a little moral, she is not as vicious and sinister as she is in a person's dealings, at least seeing the mess behind so many big trees here, Jiugong Yan still did not leave the injured Mo Wancheng, and turned around three times to carefully support her companion who had to share weal and woe in a short period of time and quickly escaped.

Obviously, he was also afraid that Ye San, who had used this earth-shattering knife, would strike again, and naturally he was also afraid that this knife would attract the attention of others.

However, it is also unnecessary to worry, and the night three guards did not move in place with the knife, but just watched coldly.

Jiugong Yan guessed that this was not the end of his powerful crossbow, but he clearly felt that the strong momentum had not disappeared, and at the moment, even if the other party was pretending to be a paper tiger singing about the empty city plan, Jiugong Yan did not dare to test it rashly.

In Mo Wancheng's request for Jiugong Yan to quickly go over and make up for it, the latter didn't pay attention to this old guy at all, and insisted on holding him to leave forcibly, no matter how Mo Wanyan broke free, he left reluctantly under Jiugong Yan's pull.

Until he couldn't see the figures of these two people, and held on for a while to prevent the other party from trying to return, Ye Sangen finally snorted, his chest churned, and he couldn't suppress it and spit out a mouthful of blood again.

The special mental method in the body is as domineering as its name, but I didn't expect that the innate sword qi in Liande's mother's sect is so fierce, it is not easy to get along, and the straight sect has a pang of cramps inside.

The martial artist who preaches the Tao with instruments is not said to be the entire Great Zhou, even if it is a martial artist who has been outside the Three Sects for thousands of years and has sought immortality with martial arts, it is a rare existence. To say that it is unique, after all, hundreds of years ago, there was a martial artist who had a sword tomb because he had violated the rules of the sect and was exiled, and built a sword pavilion in Qifeng Gorge in the southeast of Shu Dao near the 100,000 mountains.

The hegemon of the soldiers, the gentleman of the weapon, can be described as wonderful.

Naturally, it is also inherited from the old owner who has to admit it, the Sword Pavilion is like a mortuary tomb, believing in the Tao with instruments, which is nothing more than using the extension of this sibling, hammering and calcining, absorbing the breath of it, tempering the state of mind, and torturing the muscles and bones, so as to take advantage of the rare luck between heaven and earth, supplemented by the inheritance of the blessings of the sect, and obtain immortality.

To put it simply, if there is no incense that has been passed down from generation to generation, how can there be such a continuous cause and effect?

It's like an ancestor in the tomb of the mortuary knife a long time ago once said, if the cultivation in the door is like learning, how can you become a river and sea without accumulating small streams?

It is this sect that is proud of forging knives, making a living by forging knives, and is particularly special in this land of Shenzhou, and the qi that has been passed down from the torch is particularly important.

For example, there are five brothers and sisters in the third watch of the night, and no one knows why they are surnamed Ye but not Jiang, for the Funeral Knife Tomb, a sect that attaches great importance to the inheritance of such roots, it is really unprecedented.

Not to mention this thing that makes the people in the rivers and lakes wonder, how to say that the descendants of this family are all the disciples of the Funeral Knife Tomb, so they throw away the other three children who occupy Huigen in Buddhism and Taoism.

The so-called knife qi, as the name suggests, is the breath in the knife.

The knife caster has been tempered for thousands of years, forging and refining day and night, and getting along with each other day and night will naturally have a subtle induction with such inanimate objects, especially some treasures that can be called divine weapons, and at the end of the furnace can be supplemented by essence blood to echo the divine power of heaven and earth, so isn't it more a sustenance to the forger's hard work?

That breath is used in it.

In particular, the knife that is called the overlord among many blades is powerful and energetic inside, and it is so unique that it is unparalleled in the world.

The green knife pool in the mortuary grave, injected into the blood of the newborn, there will be a knife to take the initiative to recognize the master, such as the night three watches, such a natural martial arts and can echo with the king of the knife of the good seedlings, the dense long knife and short knife in the pool, Tang Dao Mo knife slashing horse knife tiger head knife, thousands of people in the pool raised their heads as worship, so big weather, can be enough to make people daunted.

It is a secret inoculation of the knife qi, which is different from the usual altar to pray for blessings, but it is carried out quietly without revealing the horns, and even his father does not know which ancestor has passed down the knife qi injected into his body.

So much so that after the death of his mother, it was obviously a little difficult to count on the tight-lipped mortuary grave to take the initiative to inform him, and Ye San could only guess more than once, it was better to break through the knife array.

Anyway, the Luan Xu, who was co-mastered by ten thousand knives, was on Ye Yaoer, and Ye San would always comfort himself and warn himself not to be insatiable.

It's just that right now, Ye San, who seems to be about to die, feels that it is necessary to go to Bashu and go back to his grandmother's house to ask which ancestor inoculated himself with this knife qi when he was born, which is really fucking irresistible.

As soon as I thought about this, I was unconscious.

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Jiugongyan, who had also planned to return halfway to investigate again, did not go back, and let Mo Wanqian scold her for being a "shrinking turtle", but she still insisted on fleeing in a hurry with this old man who had lost his combat effectiveness at the moment.

It seems that I was really frightened by that terrible knife.

But it's not really scary.

Perennial practice with the old man of his own family's game Hongchen, a few years ago, after entering the qi from the technique, he only sought to prove the Great Dao, but now everyone says that the Great Dao is shallow and the luck is meager, which makes it difficult for martial artists to live forever for five hundred years. But she never imagined that at the moment, this young night boy would bring out this earth-shaking atmosphere with one sword.

Compared with this unbelievable scene, Jiugongyan wondered how to get this majestic luck.

The foreign martial artist next to him doesn't know what is strange inside, and expecting him to understand this is nothing more than playing the piano to a cow.

If it weren't for the fact that this was a powerful man who could help him cultivate, Jiugong Yan would have thrown this old guy here and let him fend for himself after being stabbed.

As soon as I thought of this, it seemed necessary to write a letter to my old man to tell him about the strangeness of this.

Thinking of this, Jiugong Yan couldn't help but have a big head, his own old man clearly ordered that he should not provoke the sisters and brothers of this night, and it might be of great use in the future, and now it seems that he has dealt with them twice or intentionally or unintentionally, and he really has some blatant resistance to the order.

However, remembering that the little goblin had already come to Da Zhou, the old man from home would not have the leisure to take care of his side for a while.

Then again, he didn't make any excessive moves against the two siblings, and he was only tentative, and he was careful not to leave any horses, so he couldn't delay the old man's long-term plan.

Thinking that the old man of his own family must be hugging left and right at this time, and thinking of the brave posture of a young man who is still not inferior to a young man at such an age, the corners of this Fuying woman's mouth with a full spring in the corners of her eyes are even more charming, she glanced at the old man next to her, and leaned in again with Mo Wancheng's delicate body.

This old guy is very open-minded, and he has turned a blind eye to his own arms for three or two days, I don't know if people are old and useless, otherwise Jiugongyan can't believe that any normal man will refuse his self-recommended pillow.

Mo Wancheng, who has already regarded the practice of martial arts as his pursuit in this life, has had another long-cherished wish to avenge his grandson in recent years, and he has been stunned, obviously to the point where he does not care about the identity of the other party.

A few days ago, he fought with the night three watches on the mountainside, Mo Wanqian felt the loosening of the realm for a long time, for him, this small ten years into the pseudo-peak realm, it is uncomfortable to move forward, especially three years ago when he heard that his grandson was killed in the capital, his mood was damaged in anger, and it was difficult to touch the threshold of the peak realm, and he regretted it.

Unexpectedly, a fight by mistake could touch a glimmer of opportunity that he had been looking for for in the past ten years, which made Mo Wanqian a little happy.

So, between this kind of thought, Mo Wanqian naturally agreed with both hands the first time Jiugongyan found himself to explain his intentions.

So, the two who hit it off found an opportunity to start working.

It's just that this siege obviously greatly surprised Mo Wancheng's expectations, and he planned an ambush in advance to secretly attack, and even let the other party dodge, and he was able to give himself a knife when he was in the back, and almost disemboweled, which was definitely the biggest failure since he practiced martial arts.

The most important thing is that the two join forces.

Holding the hideous cut on his chest vigorously, Mo Wanqian looked at the woman next to him who he couldn't see through.

Even now, the understanding of this woman is only limited to Fuying, as for why she killed Ye Sangen, this woman only vaguely said that she had something to do with Ye Sangen.

For a woman who can't be seen at this age, I have also heard of many things that traveled to the rivers and lakes in the third watch of the night, so I have to slander that this night boy is also very flowery, and even Fanbang women are not taboo.

The photo is only a one-sided guess of the relationship between the two, and now thinking of the conversation between the two just now, Mo Wanqian has to consider whether this woman has rekindled the old love and released the water, otherwise the two of them will end up in defeat and escape, which is really embarrassing and disgraced to the family.

Mo Wancheng asked the question again as soon as the two met, "What is the relationship between you and Ye Sangen?" ”

Forcibly dragging Mo Wanqian to run wildly regardless of the south, and northwest, he felt that he was far away from that messy place, even if someone noticed it and pursued it, he would not be able to catch it, Jiugongyan helped Mo Wanqian to sit down, and tore off a strip of cloth at the hem of his skirt, revealing a piece of tender white inside, and when he squatted down, he loomed, and carefully bandaged the terrible wound on his chest for this person Dan, who he regarded as a bag.

After all, this is essence blood for Mo Wanyan, but for Jiugong Yan, this is a wonderful essence, how can she be impatient?

Jiugongyan looked at this old face up close, it had nothing to do with her appearance, it was just the essence that she could ingest, which made her salivate.

Jiugong Yan didn't hide it this time, and said with a smile: "I don't have any grudges with Ye Sangen, I just want to take him for myself." ”

The ambiguous answer once again made Mo Wanqian firm in his thoughts.

Jiugong Yan said again: "The king with a different surname in your Great Zhou is very powerful, the ghost knows where to ask for the incense blessing, and there is such a vast opportunity to feed the children and grandchildren one by one, you may not understand, but for me, it is a big baby." ”

Mo Wanqian frowned, not knowing why.

Jiugong Yan didn't explain it in her eyes, she got up and looked at the half moon in the air.

"I'm going to do a big thing now, about martial arts enlightenment and immortality, do you want to join us?"

Then she smiled skillfully, her eyebrows were crooked, close to Mo Wancheng's ear, and she was as angry as an orchid.

"When the time comes, I will be drunk and lying on the knees of a beauty, and I will wake up and take charge of the world."

Seeing the brief confusion in the other party's eyes, Jiugongyan smiled even more.

"My knees."