The stars were shining, and there were suddenly nineteen stars in the western sky connected together, and the invisible power fell into the Xianyang Palace, and the young monarch who had been working all night was moved to the rivers and mountains thousands of miles away.

"It seems that the person who came is not good!"

Ying Zheng slowly narrowed his eyes, turned his hand and took out a sheathed long sword, and looked around at the situation.

The leaves fell, a few wisps of bright moonlight fell, Ying Zheng turned back suddenly, and there was a young man standing with his arms crossed under the moon on the tree, with a ghost face outlining red lines, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his eyes were cold, all murderous.

The sleeping beasts in the mountains and forests suddenly woke up and scattered in all directions.

"Win exactly, my name is Yang Jiu, as you can see, I am an assassin, I am here to kill you!"

"In addition, there is no employer for this mission, no grudges, no pay, I want to kill you, so let's start running!"

Ying Zheng didn't move his footsteps, stretched out his long sword, hooked his hand towards Yang Jiu, and stood sideways, although he was a young monarch, he had the posture of a emperor who looked down on the world.

"Is that what it looks like? But that's exciting enough!"

Yang Jiu smiled with interest, the dagger in his fingers was temporarily slowed down, and the moonlight returned to light when it was faint, and in this electric light, Yang Jiu had already held the dagger with his backhand, and dodged to attack in front of Ying Zheng.

A knife is cut out, and the bright light is bent like the moon, and it is incomplete.

Ying Zheng took a step back, took advantage of the situation to dive down, drew his sword away from the dagger, and turned around and slashed at Yang Jiu's liver with the scabbard.

The afterimage floated back, avoiding the scabbard and moving forward again, Ying Zheng did not retreat, strode forward, two black shadows staggered, and the dagger grazed the long sword in front of Ying Zheng's neck.

The blow missed, and when Yang Jiu turned around again, he was dazzled by the sand that Ying Zheng had provoked with his sword scabbard, and his vision was blurred, and he couldn't see the surrounding situation clearly.

"Refining the Empty Bomb!"

Yang Jiu flipped his palm, and the brilliant streamer exploded in the forest, flying sand and rocks, birds and beasts scattered, and the footsteps of Ying Zheng's calm disappeared in the assassin's ears.

"Wind!"

The edict led to the spirit, the wind rose and the clouds cirled, the dust in the forest dispersed, but Ying Zheng had long since disappeared.

"Ran away, the person who was targeted by the nineteenth floor of the falling star, the ends of the earth, the blue yellow spring, where can you run?"

Yang Jiu sneered softly, observing with interest the traces of confusion around him, peeling back the cocoon, and identifying the only truth hidden in the countless mistakes.

With such a cunning prey in the long night, it will not be boring tonight!

The moon moved, and Ying Zheng, who was groping his way forward in the night, had a hint of alarm in his heart, pushed the trunk of the tree on his side with his arm, turned around with the help of his strength, and left the place far away.

Dozens of silver needles sank into the trunk of the tree, and Ying Zheng swooped forward the moment he landed, tumbling into the bushes to avoid a bright electric light.

The hustle and bustle of the deep forest was quiet again, and Win was moving cautiously among the dense bushes, with countless thoughts in his heart.

He didn't leave many traces, not even any traces for a long distance, Yang Jiu was able to catch up so quickly, it seemed that he was a real assassin, and he was also a cat-like hunter.

"Win Zheng, don't you hide, aren't you tired?"

Yang Jiu's voice came from the front right, and Ying Zheng took a deep breath, held his breath, and carefully probed everything around him through the dense bushes.

Yang Jiu's voice disappeared completely, whether it was the sound of breathing or footsteps, the death-like tranquility continued to erode Ying Zheng's will, and the desire to move grew madly, and under the tone of the night, Shaojun's eyes were a little red.

"Win Zheng, come out, I see you!"

Yang Jiu's voice came from nearby, and Ying Zheng was silent, as if he hadn't heard it.

The footsteps gradually faded away, Ying Zheng let out a long and slow breath, glanced at Yang Jiu's position, and got up with a sword, shining in all directions.

"Broken Void Wall!"

Yang Jiu looked back and chuckled, his palm flicked, and the invisible wind barrier swayed, fixing the long sword in the air.

"Break, break, break!"

Ying Zheng roared three times in a row, agitating the spiritual power in his body, and the sword blade jumped with streamers, piercing deeply into the wind wall, shaking his wrist lightly, and the wind wall suddenly collapsed.

Stepping on the ground, the feet hit the ground to absorb the strength, Ying Zheng once again out of the sword, the whole body is shining brightly, the three-foot green edge, spinning the heavenly spirit!

If Ying Zhimo was here, he would have stared at her beautiful eyes in surprise, this sword was seven or eight points similar to the sword used in Luoyang that day.

"The shadow has fallen into the sky. ”

Yang Jiu's figure flickered, dividing the nine shadows, synchronizing, the nine streamers were chaotic and starlight, the cold light was dazzling and cut through the night, and it was difficult to distinguish between the virtual and the real.

"And hang the empty fast as a piano companion, you don't need to take it to Chop Loulan!"

Reciting the verses, Ying Zheng was thinking about Luoyang's movements, and slashed out nine swords in one go, and the shadows were shattered, all of which were false.

At this time, Yang Jiu held the dagger and stabbed straight at Yingzheng's waist, here is the same as the same heart, it is a human body's death hole!

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. ”

Shaojun stepped on the two instruments, turned around to lead the sword, publicized his spirit, the long sword chopped and cut and hanged, the fine sword light was listed in the night, the streamer was shining, extremely wanton, there was a young man riding a horse, and the sword was alone for thousands of miles.

Regardless of the others, this style alone implied sword intent, Yang Jiu didn't dare to take it, and hurriedly floated away, leaving a shadow in the same place.

The sword cracked the shadow, Ying Zheng got up and pulled a sword flower, sensing the spiritual power in the sea of qi, and smiled at Yang Jiu on the tree, his tone was as close as meeting an old friend.

"You are very good, how about following me in the future, Ronghua and Fugui dare not guarantee, but life must be much more exciting than you are now. ”

In this regard, Yang Jiu sneered, and opened his mouth to mock the young man under the tree, even if the other party was likely to be the future human emperor, he was ruthless.

"Follow you? Within a stone's throw of people, the enemy country, the kings and grandsons, the nobles, the high-rollers, I want to kill if I want, I am at ease, why do you want to find a master for yourself?"

Ying Zheng opened his mouth to speak, as if he had forgotten that he was being hunted and killed, and had completely relaxed.

The opportunity could not be missed, Yang Jiu's mind moved, and the two shadows staggered towards Ying Zheng's neck.

The golden light flashed, Ying Zheng jumped high, stabbed straight with his sword, and a little cold star pierced Yang Jiu's eyebrows!

The shadow shattered, and the three-foot Qingfeng tore the ancient tree like tofu.

Falling leaves Xiao Xiao, Ying Zheng slowly got up, holding the long sword, a little bitter in his heart, and through Fang Cai's attack, he was more sure of his conjecture.

The other party's realm is indeed much higher than him, and he doesn't kill himself entirely because he hasn't played enough!

"It's better to have a father and a mother than to have oneself!"

Muttering softly, Ying Zheng threw out more than a dozen packets of medicinal powder, covered his body with colorful powder, and hurried towards the mountains and forests regardless of his whereabouts.

Beyond the rivers and mountains, the sword light passed through the boundary gap, and the Luoyang Imperial Sword was in the air, perceiving the empty palace, and hurriedly rushed to the outside of the palace.

In the midsummer wind, the wind and snow drifted abruptly, and the clouds covered the dome, blocking out the dazzling moonlight.

Luoyang stopped his sword light, stared at the young man above the flying clouds, looked at the unfamiliar costume, and said, "Fumaya Holy Son, you want to stop me?"

The Holy Son of Formaya shook his head, slowly clenched his fists, took a deep breath of the cold night wind, dodged and rushed towards Luoyang, and swept down with a punch, killing the wind and snow.

"Break the tide!"

Luoyang lifted the Heavenly Sword, his shoulders, the three flowers on his head were in full bloom, and the powerful sword light slashed through the air, cutting the wind and snow in half.

The fist wrapped in the aura of the back earth smashed on the heavenly sword, and Luoyang and the Holy Son of Fumaya retreated back and forth, while stabilizing their bodies and each handing out a move.

"Thousands of miles of wind and frost!"

"A thought blooms!"

The plain white snowflakes were equal to the green lotus, and there was a rolling thunder in the continuous roar.

The Heavenly Sword broke through the wind and snow, and the Holy Son of Formaya withdrew his general fist, his arms in front of him, the aura of the back earth outside, and the heavy ice armor inside.

After the sword, the qi armor cracked, and the Holy Son of Formaya gritted his teeth to support the sword that was heavier than Mount Tai, and blasted out with a punch, turning the afterimage in front of him into an ice sculpture.

"Formaya Holy Son, this is the last time, I don't want to repeat it again, go back to your polar region, get in the way again, kill!"

"Fumaya doesn't exist anymore, my holy son lives to seek justice with Kunlun and the Heavenly Palace!"

"Justice, why didn't you think that you would become the target of the public when you were on both sides, ask me Kunlun for justice, and why should Formaya, who has contributed nothing to the world and even harmed the interests of the world?"

"Heaven and earth are created, and plants and trees are soldiers!"

The Holy Son of Formaya was reluctant to speak, his handprints changed, the clouds of the void space, and the earth, stones, grass and trees on the earth all turned into generals, wearing armor, holding the front of the army, and rushed to Luoyang together.

"Thousands of troops, one blow and one blow!"

Luoyang laughed and rushed into the military formation, the heavenly sword slashed continuously, and the generals who relied on the Great Creation of the Houtu Dao Sutra turned into their original forms, and fell into the mountains and forests that were not vast.

"Tonight, let's lose like this!"

The Holy Son of Formaya was about to perform the Dao Method, and was shocked to find that Luoyang had already appeared behind him, and the sword light did not disperse in the void for a long time, and the sword that was fast to the limit was convicted!

The mountain breeze is slightly cold, the moon is like a hook, and there are stars dotted with stars.

Immersed in the night of the mountains and forests, a golden light rose up, the bright light surrounded Yingzheng's body, blocking the flying needle from behind, lightly raising the sword, the sword qi rampant ten steps in a radius, the trees fell leaves, flying sand and stones.

The cold night wind whistled, Ying Zheng put away his long sword, took out a longbow, opened his bow and set up arrows, and locked Yang Jiu from afar.

With a startled sound, Yang Jiu had already realized that Yang Jiu accelerated again out of thin air, flashed arrows and appeared in front of Ying Zheng, holding up the short knife, the cold light flashed, and pierced his heart.

Win straightened the side of his body and raised his longbow high, trying to block the dagger.

Yang Jiu shook his head in disappointment, the seemingly sturdy bow body was cut off with a single sword!

The blood stained the blade red, and Ying Zheng staggered back, turning his hand and taking out a talisman and throwing it at Yang Jiu.

The sword chanted sonorously, and invisibly slashed into the sea of knowledge, Yang Jiu Divine Palace was agitated, and the whole person was stunned in place.

"Three or five whelms, now!"

Ying Zheng took a pill, then moved the talisman, summoned two burly wrestlers to capture Yang Jiu, turned around and ran into the night.

The road of several miles is incomparably long, Yingzheng's body is constantly shaking, the mountains and forests are shaking, his head is splitting, his spiritual power is exhausted, and he hurriedly bites the tip of his tongue in a drowsiness.

Blood swallowed into his stomach, the smell of blood and the sharp pain made Ying Zheng wake up, find a branch in the forest, and staggered into the deep forest with the branch.

He also wanted to kill Yang Jiu, but he couldn't hurt Yang Jiu at all!

Maybe it was fate that should not be broken, or maybe fate wanted to compensate for the hardships of the young gentleman, but he didn't go far before Ying Zheng heard the faint sound of water, followed the sound of the water, Ying Zheng walked to the river, threw away the branches, tied himself to the driftwood with his belt and turned over into the water.

After a night of drifting with the tide, Ying Zheng woke up quietly, his body trembled constantly, and at noon he felt a chill, struggled to get ashore, tore open his clothes, and the knife wound had flowed white pus under the soak of flowing water.

Ying Zheng's little spiritual power gathered on his palm, stroked his shoulder, gritted his teeth and endured the pain of the flames burning his body, without making a sound, because he knew that Yang Jiu might be nearby.

Leaning on the trunk of the tree to catch his breath for a moment, Ying Zheng took a deep breath and entered the water again.

The light of the morning sun fell into the deep forest, several traveling birds rose into the air, Yang Jiu appeared on the bank of the river, leaned down to look at the traces on the riverbank, and followed the water flow, his body jumped on the tree, glanced at the lonely broken wood in the river, and shot a flying needle with his shaking hand.

The alarmed Ying was about to dive underwater, when the sound of breaking water sounded, and the small part of the flying needles that did not avoid it quickly curled up and were firmly stuck in the muscles.

"Boy, there's a waterfall ahead, if you want to die, go ashore!"

Yang Jiu's shout passed through the sound of turbulent running water, but Ying Zheng in the potential water was as if he had not heard it, endured the severe pain caused by the flying needle when his body exerted force, loosened the belt tied to the wood, swam as hard as he could, and fell down the waterfall.

A few more flying needles sank into his body, and Ying Zheng attached all his spiritual power to the wooden branches, desperately throwing them into the pool, splashing and blocking the surrounding scene.

Ying Zheng fell into the water, endured the burning pain in his body and swam to the shore, sprinting a few steps, turning back into the pool, carefully lurking underwater.

"Damn it!"

Yang Jiu, who was blocked by water vapor and couldn't see the situation clearly, jumped off the cliff angrily, flashed with brilliance, and rushed into the mountain forest along the traces on the edge of the pond, but after a while, he turned back to the edge of the pond, squatted on the shore, and said in a loud voice: "Haven't you come out yet, I want to see how long you can hold it?"

"Come out, I'm here, I want to see what he can do to you?"

The same tone brought completely different despair and hope, Luoyang carried the faint Fumaya Holy Son down the flying clouds, Yang Jiu frowned and his eyes were confused, and three flowers bloomed on his shoulders and on the top of his head, slashing towards the pool.

Luoyang casually threw away the Holy Son of Formaya, took a step forward, the sword moved, and the sword was without a trace, which could be cut off from the tide of heaven and sea.

The sword light and sword shadow dissipated back and forth, Yang Jiu took a few steps back, a touch of bright red flowed from the corner of his lips, and Ying Zheng climbed ashore in embarrassment, looking at the young man in white with a sword walking forward.

"Coveting wealth and glory and temporary pleasure, it is difficult to be talented, but can you have a conscience?"

"What kind of dog is conscience, why didn't anyone mention these two words to me when I was wandering on the streets, there is no conscience in this world at all, only strength, as long as there is power, there is everything!"

The Holy Son of Formaya roared and rushed towards Luoyang, raising his blade high, and before he could cut off a streamer across the sky.

The sword that convicted him of his life failed to kill Yang Jiu, and the old man in black urged the Dao Realm to block the Heavenly Sword, looked at Luoyang unruly, and said coldly: "It's not a thousand years ago, doll, don't make Kunlun uncomfortable!"

"Tomorrow at noon, the sword will pick down the star tower!"

Luoyang picked up Yingzheng and glanced at the old man, the sword soared into the air, the old man stared at the sword light, his fists clenched and loosened, and he didn't dare to move.

Luo Yang smiled disdainfully and said to Ying Zheng: "Who said that as long as there is strength, there is everything, they have strength, but they are just weak people who only dare to swing their knives at the weaker." ”