The sudden sound made Tongming and the old man tremble.

The two of them slammed into the prestige.

I saw that in the moonlight, Ye Gucheng was dressed in white and stood spotlessly not far away.

Ye Gucheng looked at Tong Ming.

He had seen Tongming, although he had only seen it from afar, and although Tongming was covered at that time, he could still recognize it.

"Ye Gucheng!"

Tongming was shocked.

Ye Gucheng, the name itself is like a sword blade, cold and sharp.

Tongming involuntarily took two steps back.

The old man in black was also frightened and inexplicable.

At this time, Ye Gucheng was only three zhang away from them.

If it weren't for Ye Gucheng's voice, they wouldn't have noticed the slightest abnormality.

Tong Ming and the old man in black glanced at each other, and their eyes were dark and gloomy.

One of them held a short sword, and the other held a long sword.

Suddenly, the wind sounded sharply, and the sword light and sword shadow gushed out towards Ye Gucheng.

The sword is above, the knife is below, one stab and one sweep, carrying a sharp edge and terrifying killing power.

They knew that Ye Gucheng was very strong, and they thought that they were definitely not Ye Gucheng's opponents, but they had to make a move, because Ye Gucheng saw their true colors.

Especially the old man in black, he must not reveal his identity.

Ye Gucheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and at this moment, his sword was unsheathed.

The sword flickered, and the white clothes fluttered, colliding with the two black figures.

Ding ding~~

There were two crisp sounds, and the three of them staggered by.

A short knife flew out several feet and stuck diagonally into the ground in the dim night.

A blade snapped, shot out, and disappeared without a trace.

Tongming looked at the short knife next to him, his eyes flashing.

The old man looked at the broken sword in his hand with a calm expression.

Just a sword!

Just let the two of them lose their blades!

Such a method is unimaginable to them.

They originally thought that the two of them should have a chance to defeat Ye Gucheng together, but the result was just a sword, and the two of them were defeated.

The two looked at each other.

"You can't kill us!"

The old man in black said in a deep voice.

"Why?" Ye Gucheng asked.

"We're from the East Palace!" The old man in black looked at Ye Gucheng with cold eyes.

"So what?" Ye Gucheng asked.

"To kill me is to be the enemy of the entire East Palace, and to be the enemy of the entire Dali!"

The old man in black threw away the broken sword in his hand and said, "The old man knows that you are from the South China Sea!" ”

"If you are willing to join Dali, the old man will introduce you to the prince."

If you can't beat it, then pull it over.

As long as Ye Gucheng is willing to take refuge in the East Palace, then everything is no longer a problem.

But his wooing made Ye Gucheng feel a little funny.

"That's the!"

Ye Gucheng said coldly.

The old man's old face trembled slightly, obviously his wooing was useless.

If the wooing fails, it means that he has no way out.

The next moment.

A half-foot-long short sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and the short sword flew into a stabbing light, and it burst out with a palpitating chill.

Although it was not as sharp as when using the long sword before, the cold killing intent was even better.

The exquisite technique and the extremely fast flying stab made Ye Gucheng's eyes light up a little.

Seeing a novel swordsmanship, he was like a child seeing a novel toy, with an indescribable excitement and joy

It wasn't until the old man in black stabbed his short sword in front of him that his sword struck.

The swordsmanship used by the old man in black was extremely exquisite, although it was only a flying stab, but his wrist was constantly changing, and he could change the way and angle of his move at any time.

If Ye Gucheng only used his sword to block at this time, not only could he not block the flying thorns, but he would also fall into the trap of the old man in black.

At the same time, the sword intent of the old man in black has also changed, and the sword intent that was originally sharp has become extremely restrained at this time, implicit but not revealed, and surprisingly winning.

There are some similarities with Moyan's artistic conception.

However, Ye Gucheng finally made a move.

Because he had already seen the flaws of the old man in black, although there was only a little flaw, but for Ye Gucheng, this flaw was enough.

The light of his sword flashed, and with just one sword, it had pierced the throat of the old man in black.

The tip of the sword was still carrying blood, and the cold wind blew, and crystal beads of blood dripped down from the tip of the sword.

The old man in black froze, he still held the short sword in his hand, maintained a flying stabbing posture, and a look of horror slowly crept up in his cold eyes.

He looked at Ye Gucheng who was close in front of him, dressed in white, with a collar on his chest, embroidered with golden textures.

Ye Gucheng stared at Jian Feng, and his eyes showed a sense of loneliness and depression.

"This kind of sword art is so subtle, but it's a pity that you can't seem to bring out all of it."

He sighed suddenly.

Clang~~

Shortsword falls.

The old man in black was paralyzed on the ground, scarlet blood seeped out of his throat and stained the frozen ground, and the cold moonlight sprinkled down, entangled with the scarlet, reflecting the brilliance of Yingying, bewitching and bleak.

A cold wind blew, carrying the cold of winter, but it couldn't hold back the ice and couldn't blow away the bloody breath that diffused.

Suddenly, Ye Gucheng's figure disappeared.

In the dim night, there seemed to be a figure flickering, flying up on the cold ground.

There are two figures, but the two figures seem to be glued together, and the person behind is like the shadow of the person in front.

The figure flickered, suddenly disappeared, and there was a sound of clothes and wind.

100 zhang away.

Tongming stopped suddenly.

A pale blade crossed his throat.

He stood on the icy ground, the cold breath seeping into his heart along his legs.

He gasped slightly, and in just a few moments, he seemed to have experienced a terrible battle, which drained his mind.

His face was soft and smooth, but looking at his face, no one would even think that he was in his sixties.

Beads of sweat the size of beans burst out from his forehead, and suddenly, he seemed to be more than ten years old.

The eyes were dark, with despair and unwillingness.

"Why?"

"Hmm~" Ye Gucheng looked at him.

"Why did you kill us?" Tongming asked.

Ye Gucheng slowly withdrew his long sword and said, "Your Highness is my lord!" ”

Tongming's eyes widened, and unwillingness and despair turned into shock and disbelief.

"Impossible!"

He naturally knew that the highness Ye Gucheng was talking about was Qin Wei, and it was precisely because of Qin Wei that he felt that it was impossible.

"You can take refuge in the East Palace, why can't I take refuge in His Highness!" Ye Gucheng said lightly.

Tongming's face became distorted, and he said sharply: "I took refuge in the East Palace for~"

His voice stopped abruptly, and his distorted face miraculously regained its composure.

"Manfukuji!"

He whispered softly.

Ye Gucheng shook his head slightly, he was not interested in Tongming's affairs.

Tong Ming is not a person who uses a sword, and it is far less interesting than the flying stab of the old man in black.

He reached out and pinched Tongming's neck, and suddenly Tongming felt a sense of drowsiness.

Although it didn't make him unconscious, his whole body was like a collapse, losing all his strength.

"You're going to take me to see the King of Xin'an!"

"That's right!"

"I don't want to go!"

"I have what I say!" Ye Gucheng carried him as if he were carrying a sack and came to the corpse of the old man in black.

Then he carried the two men towards the majestic city wall in the distance.

On the city wall, Situ Qianfeng and Yan Bo stood together.

"Uncle Yan, why don't you help Senior Ye?"

"What if Senior Ye is not the opponent of those two?"

"Uncle Yan!"

Situ Qianfeng looked at Uncle Yan dissatisfied.

Yan Bo's eyes flashed, looking at the flying figure.

"Do you think Ye Gucheng is not the opponent of the two of them?"

Situ Qianfeng said: "No, I'm just~~"

Before he finished speaking, he noticed Ye Gucheng, who had already flown up the city wall.

"Ye senior!"

Ye Gucheng glanced at him, did not speak, and flew directly into the city.

In the dim night, the silver moon is like a hook.

The white clothes are rolling, and the hunt is ringing.

The long sword, pitch black, narrow, ancient, hung from his waist.

Situ Qianfeng looked at the figure that flew by, and his eyes flashed with bright light.

When Uncle Yan saw him like this, he couldn't help but sigh.

He could understand why Situ Qianfeng looked like this, just like when he saw Situ Changkong back then.

……

Inside the Meditation Garden.

The Assassin left, and everything was quiet again.

It's just that Yuwen Chengdu brought a stool and sat in front of Qin Wei's bedroom door, and Mo Yan stood in the corner, looking at Yuwen Chengdu from time to time, thoughtfully.

Yuwen Cheng was an innate martial artist, which made him very surprised.

You must know that these days, he and Yuwencheng have been together almost all the time, except when Qin Wei deliberately supported him, he and Yuwencheng followed Qin Wei almost inseparably.

When he was in Black Cliff Ridge, Yuwen Chengdu made a move, and he could be sure that Yuwen Chengdu was a nine-rank martial artist at that time.

But in just a few days, Yuwen Chengdu has broken through to the innate realm!

This surprised and puzzled him.

Suddenly.

Mo Yan's expression moved.

The whole person flew out of the corner of the wall and landed next to Yuwen Chengdu.

Yuwen Chengdu also stood up suddenly, raising his head solemnly.

The silver moon is like a hook, and the figure in white clothes like snow seems to be shrouded in a layer of brilliance.

"Ye Gucheng!"

Yuwen Chengdu frowned.

"I want 100,000 taels of silver this time!"

"I'll pick it up tomorrow!"

Ye Gucheng stood on the roof and said lightly.

He then threw the two of them down.

Yuwen Chengdu looked at the two people who fell to the ground, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Mo Yan clenched his short sword and stared at Ye Gucheng.

At this moment, Qin Wei's voice came from the room.

"The king agreed!"

"Thank you!"

Ye Gucheng arched his hand, and then the whole person disappeared into the night.

"Yuwen Chengdu, clean up!"

In the room, Qin Wei was lying on the bed and said helplessly.

He's just getting some sleep.

Wave after wave.

Ye Gucheng is too, so he can't send it again tomorrow!

He complained in his heart, his eyes staring at the curtain above, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

"Whoa!"

Outside the door, Yuwen Chengdu answered.

Then he stepped forward to check on Tong Ming and the old man in black.

The old man in black is dead, Tongming is not dead, but he can't move.

It seems that Ye Gucheng sealed the true qi in his body.

After seeing that there was no abnormality, Yuwen Chengdu nodded to Mo Yan, and then began to deal with the two.

Mo Yan looked up at the pavilion in the distance, thoughtful.

He always felt that something was wrong with Ye Gucheng, but he couldn't think of anything wrong.

Although Ye Gucheng's move is a bit surprising, there are not a few people who like to meddle in things, and Ye Gucheng's willingness to meddle is not special.

After thinking about it for a long time, he finally didn't understand it, so he could only retreat to the side room.

……

Moonlit night, just after the child.

Ye Gucheng had returned to the inn and ordered a table of good wine and food in the room.

Situ Qianfeng and Yan Bo came to his room.

"Why do you want to make a move?" Uncle Yan looked at Ye Gucheng and asked.

Ye Gucheng was eating wine and food, "I want to make some money." ”

"There are many ways to make money, but there is no need to help the king of Xin'anjun!" Yan Bo said.

"King Xin'an is very generous!" Ye Gucheng said indifferently.

"Huh!! An innate martial artist is exchanged for tens of thousands of taels of silver, which is probably the most loss-making transaction. Uncle Yan laughed.

In the past, it cost hundreds of thousands of taels of silver to kill a nine-rank martial artist in the Bloody Clothes Building, and the innate martial artist didn't even dare to accept the secret list.

Exchange innate martial artists for silver!

It is estimated that Ye Gucheng can do it.

"You're from North Abyss City?" Ye Gucheng suddenly asked.

"Hmm!"

Situ Qianfeng suddenly interjected: "Senior Ye wants to go to our Beiyuan City as a guest?" ”

He looked at Ye Gucheng with some expectation.

"Situ Changkong's sword path is superb, I wonder if I can compete with him?" Ye Gucheng asked.

Ye Gucheng knew about Beiyuan City, and he was very interested in Beiyuan City, because Beiyuan City was the only one of the six major cultivation holy places in Dali that was mainly based on swordsmanship.

"Ugh!" Situ Qianfeng said with some concern: "Senior Ye has no grudge against us in Beiyuan City!" ”

"Nope!"

"That's good!" Situ Qianfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

Uncle Yan looked at Situ Qianfeng a little speechlessly.

Is it necessary to ask this question?

If Ye Gucheng had a grudge against Beiyuan City, could they still stay with Ye Gucheng for so long?

With Ye Gucheng's temperament, if there was a grudge, they would have already become dead souls under the sword.

"The city lord has been in retreat for several years, but the city lord will be out of the customs for a few days after three months, if you are interested, you can go to the city lord to have a competition at that time." Yan Bo said.

In the past few days, he has also understood Ye Gucheng.

Although Ye Gucheng's temperament is a little colder, he is not a ruthless and vicious person.

And the reason why he was willing to let Ye Gucheng go to Beiyuan City was that he wanted Beiyuan City and Ye Gucheng to have a good relationship, and secondly, he wanted to see which strength of Ye Gucheng and his own city lord was stronger or weaker.

(End of chapter)