Xiahou Tong observed carefully, Yin Yuzheng said to himself, An Wan was smiling and laughing, and he could be sure that this murderous aura was definitely emanating from them, obviously, there were other people watching on the side.

Xiahou Tong showed a vigilant look, his eyes quickly swept around, this look fell in Yin Yu's eyes, only Xiahou Tong was cautious and cautious, unwilling to involve his true identity, smiled slightly, said no more, and bowed to Xiahou Tong.

"The general is a careful and careful temperament, but Yin Yu is abrupt, rest assured, what is said here, no fourth person knows, some people will see it, and it is only Yin Yu who befriended the upstart under the curtain of the Great Sima, and the plan of King Lancang is not hindered. Yin Yu deliberately lowered his voice, if he hadn't just approached Xiahoutong, he was afraid that it would be extremely difficult to hear.

Xiahou Tong nodded, but did not make a sound, that murderous aura made him feel uneasy, and he just wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible.

Seeing that Xiahou Tong was so distracted, Yin Yu and An Wanxi glanced at each other, An Wanxi's eyes were full of color, swept on Xiahou Tong's face, and sneered: "General Xiahou is afraid that he has other important tasks, and we are disturbed." ”

Yin Yu also laughed lightly, and bowed again: "Shaoling Yin Clan, Xingfang An Clan will be the best backup for the general, stop here, take care of the general, farewell!"

"Known peers, overjoyed, he has time to listen to the high training. This place is by no means a place to talk in detail, Xiahou Tong does not dare to stay for a long time, and if it is rude, please forgive me. Xiahou Tong finally returned the salute, bowed slightly to the two, watched them get on their horses, whispered, rode side by side, and galloped straight out of the long street.

The sound of hooves faded away, Xiahou Tong let out a long breath, and the men of Gray Pengke actually found him directly, which was quite surprising to him, but now he was not in the mood to think about the short conversation with Yin Yu just now, and looked up at the sky, but seeing that the night sky was like ink, and the stars were dotted, the corner of this street seemed to be more and more quiet, and the murderous aura seemed to suddenly disappear into the darkness of the long night.

Xiahou Tong looked around again coldly, and suddenly became a vertical figure under the unusual, but he jumped onto the house next to the street, stepped on the green tiles of the roof, and his feet were almost silent, and he ran quickly and vigorously.

This is the Mo family's unique light skill, with the trapping method, it is naturally easy to master, he seems to be in a hurry to return home, but it is another hidden heart. Because he knew that if that murderous aura was really coming at him, then on the way back to him, it was the best opportunity for the source of the murderous aura to appear, and he wanted to lure him out to see what the other party was doing. Therefore, he didn't use the Fly Mountain Shapeshifting Technique that he was best at.

When the roof of the ten miles long street was crossed, Xiahou Tong's turbidity disappeared, his body sank, and he fell steadily on the bluestone ground, and he could already see the few lights on the city tower in the distance, and the expected murderous aura never appeared, Xiahou Tong stood up straight, and was secretly surprised in his heart.

Suddenly, that long-lost murderous aura once again hit his heart like thunder and lightning, and this time, along with the murderous aura, there was also a layer of mighty and powerful sword power, which shrouded Xiahou Tong's body up and down, making him dare not move lightly.

Xiahou Tong saw a copper-patterned ancient sword with a wide blade pointed straight at him, the sword body was exposed to the cold dark light of the cold forest, and he did not move at all, and then he saw the man holding the sword --- short linen shirt, his feet were naked, and a pair of gray but sharp eyes like a falcon were revealed under the huge hat.

This is the person with a murderous aura, Xiahou Tong maintained a stiff standing posture, and he didn't know how many times he looked at the corner of his eyes, he was sure that he didn't know this stompy swordsman at all, and the other party did not have the anger left behind by cutting off demons and ghosts, and he was not a person in the Demon Dao, which is strange, why did he have such a killing intent towards himself, and really showed up, holding the sword against each other?

"Respect the ......" Xiahou was ready to ask questions in the usual tone of the human world that he had learned, but as soon as he spoke, he was coldly interrupted by the stompy swordsman.

"What is the heavens evil?"

Xiahou Tong's heart moved, and he replied almost without thinking: "Heaven is evil and unjust, and heaven is unjust!"

"What does Shuntian mean?"

Xiahou Tong made a gesture of clasping his hands: "Love and non-attack." ”

This is the incision of the Mo family for thousands of years, mostly used for the meeting etiquette between the disciples of the Mo family in various places, at that time there were many children of the Mo family, divided into five doors, except for the head of the door, most of the ordinary disciples do not know each other, but also rely on this incision to verify the identity of the disciples of the Mo family, which is said to be the essence of Mozi, and it is difficult for people who are not in this door to know.

Now that the Mo family is in decline, there is no prestige in the past, but this set of incision etiquette has been completely preserved. After the incarnation of Xiahou Tong, as the eldest son of the Mo family, he is familiar with the classics of the Mo family, which is also a necessary means of imitation. Unexpectedly, this stompy swordsman also knew about this Mo family incision.

"Hmph, the people in Bai Mo haven't forgotten the teachings of the patriarch!" When the stompy swordsman spoke, the copper-patterned ancient sword in his hand was still pointing straight, and the strength of the wind that leaked out of the sword was not reduced at all.

"Who's the honorable driver?" Xiahou Tong still asked rhetorically, he didn't have the slightest impression of this stompy swordsman.

"Hmm, did Xiahou really not recognize Deng, and forgot the sword thirteen years ago?" the stilted swordsman said coldly.

How do I know what this Xiahou Tong did thirteen years ago? Trapped in the heart of the scolding, although he can incarnate as Xiahou Tong, but the fake is fake, he only has a flawless appearance and voice, or even vivid martial arts and academic ethics, but there is no memory of the past of a real person, looking at the stompy swordsman can only be stunned: "Please forgive Xiahou Tong for being clumsy, not knowing how to control the face." ”

The stompy swordsman glanced at Xiahou Tong a little strangely, and made sure that the person in front of him was indeed Xiahou Tong, and couldn't help but snort coldly: "Xiahou Lord, Deng doesn't care what idea you have, you know me Deng Yuzi, you pretend to forget it completely, in short, Deng Yuzi sees you, and there is no reason to give up, you will not be as lucky today as thirteen years ago." I only ask you, is the moment order handed over or not?"

Xiahou Tong was confused when he heard it before, and Deng Yuzi's name was also extremely unfamiliar, until he heard him say the three words of the Moment Order, his heart was stunned, and he suddenly understood, looked at the stompy swordsman, and exclaimed: "You are the Red Ink Tiger Master Deng Yuzi?"

This is Xiahou Tong hard to read the allusions of the Mo family to know the situation, the Mo family has been passed down to this day is divided into two major schools of white ink and red ink, that is, the ink of the Bofu family and the ink of Deng Lingzi, the Mojia school where Xiahou Tong is located, it is white ink; To this day, Deng Yuzi, the Red Ink Tiger Master, is the seventeenth generation grandson of Deng Lingzi's lineage, and has been in charge of the Red Ink Portal for more than 50 years.

Chimo is thirsty for killing, so he is despised by Bai Mo, who is regarded as the authentic Mo family, but the head of the Mo family, Mo Zhai, who passed down in the past, is held by the eldest son of Bai Mo, and the status of the Mo family is even more justifiable. Red ink is not convinced, this white ink order also makes them like a fish in the throat, they will want to take the party to feel at ease, hundreds of years, Bai Mo Chimo for this reason I don't know how many times the battle has been in the open and dark, but although Bai Mo is not as good as the Red Ink God Killing Swordsman masters, but with their advantage of being good at Qimen Dunjia and the art of machine forging, every time the danger is turned into safety, so that the Red Ink God Killing Swordsman returns. This kind of fighting situation has only slowed down slightly in the past fifty years, and that is also because of the turbulent times, the migration of Chimo to the south, and the hidden existence of the children of Bai Mo in the Central Plains.

I remembered it, and I talked with Yan Hao and Guo Xin, it seems that Xiahou Tong walked the old site of the Mo family in Shennong Mountain thirteen years ago, and met with Deng Yuzi, the Red Ink Tiger Master, that Deng Yuzi coveted the order and fought with Xiahou Tong, Xiahou Tong was not an opponent, but he got away with the method of escaping from the ground, Rao is so, and Deng Yuzi also left a long sword wound on his body.

I couldn't help but touch my own flank, and the scars there were palpitating, but this was the scar that he completely imitated Xiahou Tong's body and changed, and there was no pain in the skin.

Trapped in the ground feels a little ridiculous, he is a dignified Fly Mountain Holy Spirit, with a great mission, but because of the change of the ordinary man in the world, he got into this absurd lawsuit, this is a sectarian dispute, but also a grudge between the rivers and lakes, and he has a bird to do with himself?

According to his idea, what's the harm in handing over the Moment Order? But the question is, would the real Xiahou Tong do this? Isn't this a clue to let others see his disguise? And more importantly, the Moment Order is not in his hands, it is a heavy weapon guarded by the Mo family swordsmen, locked deep in the non-attack courtyard of the Mo family's headquarters, and he has no right to arbitrarily decide the ownership of the Moment Order.

Things are twisted at this point, and you can only hold on to the ground: "Deng Yuzi, after so many years, you still don't have a thief's heart? If you want to be the authentic Mo family, your Taoism is still too far behind, how can you be worthy of being in charge of the Great Order?"

Deng Yuzi tilted his head a little strangely, and always felt that this Xiahou Tong's tone and demeanor were quite different from what he had seen thirteen years ago.

Deng Yuzi saw Xiahou Tong, it was a complete accident, the palace was heavily guarded, he just took the god swordsman to hide outside the palace during the banquet, and when Yin Yu and Na An Xixi rode out, they all followed together, he still didn't worry about the Miss An family who secretly communicated with the demon, but unfortunately the son didn't listen, and he could only do his duty to guard far away.

Unexpectedly, Yin Yu found that Xiahou Tong, at a glance, Deng Yuzi recognized this Bai Mo's opponent, both surprised and happy, the two factions have been in conflict for a long time, and there was a grudge in the past, Deng Yuzi killed suddenly, and when Yin Yu and Xiahou Tong separated, he sent his divine swordsmen to continue to protect the son, but he chased Xiahou Tong all the way, and after making sure that there was no one else around Xiahou Tong, he finally made a move to stop Xiahou Tong. With one enemy and one enemy, he knew that this Baimo eldest son was inferior to himself, and this time the sword aura was shrouded, and he was not afraid that Xiahou would be trapped by the beast.

"I haven't seen him for so many years, but the eldest son is good at his oral skills, but I don't know if the white ink swordsmanship is more clever?" Deng Yuzi said mockingly, and the copper-patterned ancient sword in his hand slowly pressed towards Xiahou Tong's head, Xiahou Tong suddenly felt that the strength on his face was blowing and scraping, and his body shrank slightly, and his heart was secretly shocked.

"Hand over the order of the moment, Deng will spare you from dying today. Deng Yuzi's sword turned around, and it was only an inch away from the key point in Xiahou Tong's heart.

I don't know how many moves the real Xiahou Tong can block you, your sword qi is indeed extraordinary, even if an ordinary demon spirit is against you, it may not be able to be saved, but unfortunately, you ran into the Mu Feng Dao Holy Spirit that I --- rare in Fly Mountain, when the demon magic is difficult to work for you, I can still escape calmly, Xiahou Tong said secretly.

After knowing that the source of the murderous aura was because of such a reason that had nothing to do with him, Xiahou Tong made up his mind to apply oil to the soles of his feet, and pretended to press the hilt of the sword with his right hand, as if he was about to draw the sword out of the sheath in the blink of an eye.

Deng Yuzi sneered, he saw Xiahou Tong draw his sword, but when he stabbed forward with his sword and hit Xiahou Tong's right hand, he suddenly found that Xiahou Tong in front of him had converged into a strange phantom, and the sword blade passed through without hindrance, and at the same time, the wind sounded in his ears.

The phantom has not disappeared, a strange feeling rises from Deng Yuzi's heart, the bronze pattern ancient sword seems to be aware of it, and he slammed his head to the side, and a flutter of sword qi shot out, and suddenly the heat rose sharply, the sword light flashed, and Xiahou Tong's figure hidden in the void stumbled out, looking at Deng Yuzi with a shocked look.

If it weren't for Xiahou Tong's quick reaction, he pulled out the long sword at his waist and blocked the shadow-like sword qi, but he was afraid that he would have been pierced in the back, and the opponent's broken body would be so powerful?

Deng Yuzi's eyes under the hat became deeper, and he stared at Xiahou Tong's face: "You don't use the Mo family's mental method, and you are not Xiahou Tong!"

Xiahou Tong's scalp exploded for a while, he never thought that a red ink tiger master who appeared in front of him inexplicably would debunk himself in such a short period of time, and was about to say a few perfunctory words in a strong spirit, but he saw the aggressive Deng Yuzi suddenly turn around, and stared at the roof on the other side with hostility, Xiahou Tong looked in the direction of his gaze, and saw an old man in Tsing Yi with a burly physique and a crown on his head.