The night is hazy, thick like ink, cool like water.

The stars and the moon and the bright brilliance precipitate among the countless wounds on the city wall, depicting the vicissitudes of the past.

The sand and stone pounded on the uneven city gate, and the sentry disappeared into the night, carrying the soldiers, holding the blades, and the eyes narrowed slightly, hiding the shining light, as if sleeping and waking up.

Two or three defeated leaves floated out of the city, the warm fireworks between the iron basins danced and fluttered, and the quiet west of the city was startled by the sound of swords and soldiers, shouting and killing, tearing through the silence and waking up the lights of thousands of homes.

Kong Zhou opened his eyes, spit out a white gas, tilted his head to look at Qu Yan behind him, flicked his fingers, and the shadow hovering under the moon flew in from the small window, with the light flickering.

The door of the vermilion courtyard opened gently, startling the sleeping birds, Fan Yinghou hurriedly rushed into the small courtyard, stood still outside the house, looked at the situation in the house, and called softly: "Kong Zhou, don't act rashly, this is likely to be the enemy's plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, although General Wang's cultivation is far inferior to you, but he is familiar with the art of war and knows the changes in the battle formation, please believe him!"

Kong Zhou looked at Fan Yinghou, nodded seriously, and urged the shadow to move forward slightly, protecting Fan Yinghou outside the house within the range of the sword array, he and Fan Yinghou are not Luoyang, they are not familiar with everything in the dark, and the courtyard is very dangerous.

The shadow of the tree gradually faded, and the burly black shadow fell from the eaves, raising his palm to slap Fan Yinghou's heart, his palm wrapped in black mist, swallowing dazzling purple electricity, accompanied by the roar of the tiger and the wind.

Kong Zhou raised his head slightly, raised his eyebrows and swords, and the shadow swayed after piercing the roof, the illusory sword body flashed and disappeared under the moon, and the sharp sword light fell in the air, like an electric light piercing through the black clothes, cutting the night sky into two distinct halves.

The black shadow was obviously afraid of falling into the air to kill the sword, dodged and floated back a few steps, sacrificed a small flag with red stripes on a black background, pinched the seal in his hand, summoned two or three hideous demons, swept towards the dome, and chased the hidden and invisible Amazing Immortal Sword around.

Fan Yinghou ignored the cold sweat on his forehead, took advantage of the situation to push the door into the house, carefully avoided behind Kong Zhou, looked at the man in black outside the window, clenched his fists, pursed his lips, and without saying a word, let the cold sweat flow down his sideburns.

Sweat fell to the ground, silently swallowed by the sand, the man in black narrowed his scarlet eyes, pinched the seal to attract thunder, and shot a black and purple electric light towards the hut, and the thunder sound was deafening.

"Palm Thunder, kill!"

Outside the border city, in addition to the city wall, most of the idle inns are made of wood, stone and blue bricks, and the brick walls that can only shelter from the wind and rain are as brittle as rotten wood in front of the black thunder, and they are easily blasted out of the big holes, and the earth and stones collapse into the inside and outside of the house.

Glancing at the shocking shadow suppressed by the evil ghost, Kong Zhou waved his sword finger and led the spirit edict, saying, "Three stacks of cloud shadows flow from the sky!"

The shadow groaned softly, and the light and shadow quietly bloomed, shaking back all the demons that were fighting endlessly, and dividing them into three lightsabers, crossed and coiled, and blocked the deadly thunder light for Qu Xian.

Fan Yinghou leaned short and hugged his head, leaned forward to Qu Xian quickly, waited for the sword light to scatter, his eyes flashed a trace of fierceness, and he raised his palm to slap Qu Xian's head.

Kong Zhou was frightened, turned over and jumped up, his hand and sword finger, blocking the palm of "Fan Yinghou", just about to fight back, a person escaped from the ground, reached out and held Kong Zhou's feet, pulled Kong Zhou's body shook, the sword finger fell short, and the fake Fan Yinghou escaped with his life.

The black-clothed man in the courtyard took advantage of the situation to jump into the house, commanded the evil ghost to suppress the shocking shadow, and gestured with the fake Fan Yinghou, and at the same time raised his palm, slapped the back of Kong Zhou's head with a vertical palm, and poked at Kong Zhou's heart with a piercing palm, his bloody eyes were ruthless, and there was black mist surging on his palm.

"The snake rides the mist and the illusory wind!"

Trapped in a heavy siege, there is no way to avoid it, Kong Zhou let out a long roar, the shadow of the storm turned and took off, the mighty array unfolded out of thin air, the nested sword light turned into the light and shadow of the snake, and after strangling the evil ghosts, he swept towards Fan Yinghou and others.

"Fan Yinghou" shook his body to avoid the sword qi, and raised his palm again to slap it, Kong Zhou was frightened, tilted his head to dodge, and did not notice the wisp of green silk that "Fan Yinghou" took the opportunity to break away.

"Soar to the wings and hang the clouds!"

The sword array changed, the Teng Snake Shadow dispersed, the Kunpeng Illusion rose into the air, and a group of evil cultivators took advantage of the situation to retreat, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye, without a trace.

Kunpeng scattered into streamers, Fan Yinghou and Wang Tao came late with the elite soldier team, looking at the merry sword fairy standing with the sword, nervously clenching the sword soldiers, vigilant against the surrounding night.

"They're gone, go back and rest, it'll be quiet in the middle of the night. ”

Kong Zhou restrained the shocking shadow and sat down cross-legged with doubts, this group of guys obviously did not come to kill Qu Yan, otherwise Qu Yan would have died the moment Fan Yinghou entered the house.

Fan Yinghou glanced at the merchant girl's residence, his lips moved lightly, and he said in a purging voice: "The leaves are broken......"

Kong Zhou nodded, quietly picked up Qu Xian, and strode towards the next door, the night is still long, there are still many plays, some things are enough, there is no need to rush for a while, whether it is cultivation or war, it is true to laugh in the end.

In the middle of the moon, at midnight, a ghostly figure swept into the Linzi Imperial Palace, like a civet cat lightly stepping on the gold bricks and blue tiles, and the figure entered the East Palace after a few ups and downs.

The two or three guards in front of the door patrolled as usual, and before they could find the figure of the comer, they were knocked unconscious by the front and back, and passed out by the wall.

There was no one around, the people who came stretched lazily, and the side face fell into the moon, and the plain white sword behind it seemed to have a spiritual avoidance of all the brilliance, quietly following behind the owner, looking east and west, like a cat who had just seen the new world, and had endless curiosity about everything.

Luoyang chuckled and patted the Heavenly Sword, raised his foot and kicked open the palace door, walked into the East Palace in a bright light, looked at it wantonly, and carefully approached the inner room after plundering all the valuable things, looked at the thin young man on the bed, stretched out his fingers, and three silk threads full of spiritual light fell on the prince's veins, and before he could carefully observe the pulse, a purple streamer eroded along the silk thread.

Luoyang shook his hand and broke the silk thread, dodged and retreated into the courtyard, squinting at the fading purple light, full of shock.

This Xu Nuoyi is not poison, it is Gu, it is a curse, it is very infectious, if there is any slackness, he is the next Xu Nuoyi!

"It's either a demon or a demon who can do this kind of curse...... This night in Linzi is really lively, the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger, the wind and clouds will meet!"

Luoyang muttered to himself, waved his hand to close the palace gate, turned around and walked out of the courtyard of the East Palace, his hands pillowed behind his head, looking at the sultry moonlight on the horizon, the safest of this huge palace is this crown prince, except for the caster, who touches and who dies, without exception.

The cold wind swept past the young man and fell into the golden palace of the deep palace, Feng Ling, who was playing with the candle flame, frowned, grasped the palace skirt with her plain white hand, looked at the dim candle flame, her weak eyes became extremely charming, her eyes turned crimson, like two clear rubies, and the phoenix fire was surging all around, and the tone was diametrically opposite to the Feng Ling of the past.

"If you want to protect your chastity, I will help you, if you want to seek a way to govern the country, I will also help you, when will you give me your body, I can't wait to enjoy this world of flowers." ”

"Wait for this matter, this body is yours, and you can toss it as you want, provided that Qi Guo can survive this catastrophe safely. ”