Seeing the people of Wolong Bay leave safely, the pressure on Liu Yeqing and Yu Wu's hearts was somewhat lighter. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The past is like smoke, the years are like traces, prosperity is yesterday's dream, looking at the empty flower field, everywhere is sluggish, it has long been a matter of things.

The two stared at the Jade Mausoleum silently for a while, then resolutely turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

The sky was pressed by layers of dark clouds, and the softness of the early moon could not stop the obscuration of Lan Yan, and the entire Longyun Mountain was engulfed in darkness.

In the darkness, countless even darker figures, like goshawks chasing rabbits, floated into the elders' house from the sky.

When all the black shadows floated into the Elders' House, all the black shadows formed a strange formation. From above, it was a hideous ink-colored skeleton. In front of the ink-colored skeleton, an emerald figure stood coldly, holding a long sword entwined with emerald cold smoke.

Led by an emerald figure, the inky skeleton approached the only lit courtyard in the Elders' Courtyard step by step.

Tan Jing's eyes glowed with ghost green, and she shot towards the courtyard like ice. The empty courtyard was silent. In the huge courtyard, two old men, a man and a woman, were sitting calmly, drinking tea and chatting.

Tan Jing snorted coldly, and the long sword of hatred was even colder, trembling and groaning.

The Tearstain Sword only drew a graceful arc in the darkness, like a meteor flashing in the night sky, but the door wall of the courtyard in front of it had already turned to powder with a bang.

Now Tan Jing and the ink-colored skeleton were facing the two old men coldly.

Standing up, Liu Yeqing said calmly: "You are finally here." ”

"Yes, we will punish the traitors and eliminate the evil!" Tan Jing said hatefully.

Punish the traitor and eliminate the evil, Liu Yeqing and Yu Wu were a little stunned, Yu Wu's calm face suddenly turned pale, and reprimanded: "It's just nonsense! What do you say about punishing the traitor and eliminating the evil!?"

Tan Jing glanced at the two of them contemptuously, then raised his head and looked at the dark mountains in the distance, and said coldly: "Could it be that you are Bodhisattvas, and at such a beautiful Flower Festival, you actually drove one or two thousand Shu people to the vast cloud mountain!"

Liu Yeqing and Yu Wu were speechless, their faces twisted in pain.

"Juan'er, what's wrong with you?" Liu Yeqing said bitterly.

"What Juan'er, are you old and confused, see clearly, I am Tan Tianying's daughter, Tan Jing!" Tan Jing sneered.

Liu Yeqing shook his head and sighed, and Tan Tianying's weird evil smile on the flower field came to mind. Looking at the Tianyan Gang in front of him, the mystery in Yu Wu's heart was finally solved. At the same time, another layer of pain was added to the face.

Looking at the two dumb hypocrites, Tan Jing's whole body was extremely cold, and his hands involuntarily wanted to kill, and finally the tearful sword came out of the sheath with a bang. A red teardrop on the hilt of the sword flowed to the tip of the sword at some point, like a cold plum shining a strange fiery red against the cold, swirling on the emerald sword tip.

Looking at the emerald long sword, Liu Yeqing and Yu Wu trembled, never dreaming that the eldest brother Nangong Tingxuan and the second brother Cheng Donglai would die in the hands of this girl.

"Alas!" is really a creation to make people, Liu Yeqing sighed in pain.

The unsheathed Sword of Tears undulates in the void, searching for the first person he wants to kill.

Glancing at the emerald cold sword on their heads, Liu Yeqing and Jade Dance looked at each other and laughed, and with the brilliance of the emerald long sword, they actually danced in the strange green light cluster.

Tan Jing was a little surprised for a while, and the Tear Heart Sword that stopped in the void did not stab down for a long time.

"A thousand drunk, willow leaves fly in the wind. Yaoqin purple silk lifted, cold sword floating starlight. ”

The two danced and chanted, their voices low but emotional. Liu Yeqing is like a magician, his body is full of fresh willow leaves, dancing with him. The windless night is like green waves, and the bamboo wind is swaying. Ignore the bloodthirsty existence on the other side, and revel in the song and dance. Every action, every sound is full of memories, full of desolation.

The purple silk fluttered gracefully, like a colorful butterfly, and the purple magpie looped, lined with swimming willow leaves, like heaven and earth, suddenly leisurely.

"・・・・・・ willow leaves fly in the wind・・・・・・ purple silk lifts ・・・・・・"

Singing softly, dancing gracefully, dancing like a ghost in the darkness.

Tan Jing's cold eyes kept looking around, always thinking that the two old men who were almost crazy were playing some kind of conspiracy, but she found that the two people who were originally amazingly powerful had no intention of making a move at all. In other words, just don't want to do it with yourself. It's contempt for herself, Tan Jing thought angrily.

The ink-colored skeleton also seemed to be a little moved, and the pitch-black color faded for a while.

The tearful heart sword finally couldn't hold it back, and stabbed at the old man in the willow leaf group with a smile, piercing through the heart, the emerald sword body was still blue and shining, but the red teardrops on the tip of the sword were even more colorful, and there was a lot of mist rolling inside, and then the willow leaves instantly drifted away. And the willow leaves fell to the ground like a willow leaf in autumn and the light smoke of the willow leaves that had drifted away.

A few tears were clear from the corners of Yu Wu's eyes, and Zi Aya continued to fly.

The first time he killed, the Tears and Blood Sword was extremely excited, swirling and cheering in the night sky. The emerald sword swelled even more, and with a tremor, it shot towards the second target, again without any resistance, drinking the blood to its heart's content. It feels so good to drink blood. After killing people, the tear sword roared back to its master's hand, and the tenderness of the dead became gentle.

Looking at the ground, two withered and bloodless old men, a gust of night wind blew and turned in bursts.

Hatred continued to swell in his eyes, stepping past the old man, and the emerald cold figure led the inky skeleton to continue walking towards the depths of the courtyard.

Without the old man, the ink-colored skeleton seemed to be even more arrogant, and now it actually rushed into the depths of the inner courtyard ahead of Tan Jing.

In a wider courtyard, the lights are bright, and more than 1,000 noble children of the Bluestone Villa are standing here with solemn eyes. It's just that there seems to be some incongruity in the ranks. What was the incongruity, Tan Jing didn't see it for a while.

More than 1,000 children of the nobility, men and women, old and young, all brocades, refreshed, obviously carefully dressed, with confidence in their eyes. The old man is behind, and the young are in front.

At this time, there was a young man in Tsing Yi standing in front of him, with a handsome face and clear eyes. He looked proudly at the emerald figure surrounded by inky skeletons.

Tan Jing was disdainful, and his hand had already raised the Tearful Heart Sword.

However, before Tan Jing could make a move, a disciple of the Tianyan Gang was already standing in front of the young man in Tsing Yi, without any words, and a black snake sword appeared strangely in the black cloak. Before everyone could see it, it had stabbed at the boy like lightning.

However, the boy remained unmoved, as if the sword in front of him had nothing to do with him. The black snake sword instantly pierced into the young man's chest, stabbing deeper and deeper. Just as the snake entanglement sword was about to leave the young man's chest, a dagger suddenly appeared in the young man's hand, very short and short, but it completely pierced the heart of this Tianyan Gang disciple.

Looking at this young man in amazement, this Tianyan Gang disciple couldn't believe his eyes, staring at the short sword piercing his heart until he died.

There was a smile on the corner of the young man in Tsing Yi's mouth, although he couldn't cultivate with his peers because of his lame legs, but it was as worthy as dying in battle with his clansmen.