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"If you run the hall, leave me two upper rooms, and keep them all the time. ”

As he spoke, Li Xiu took out a silver ticket of one thousand taels and put it on the table, pushed open the door and walked towards the darkness.

Drunken Chunfeng stretched out with a toothpick in his mouth, and reluctantly followed behind him.

Langcheng is not big, the Qin family is in the east, the Jing family is in the west, and the two families are divided at both ends.

There was not half a star in the sky, and the streets were surprisingly dark, and ordinary people were afraid that they would not be able to see seven steps away.

Fortunately, the sword light before was very bright, and there was still afterglow that had not been extinguished at this moment, Li Xiu swept up the roof, looked at the light and chased it, and after a while, he fell from the roof and stood in an alley, with the sound of hunting behind him, but it was the drunken spring breeze that followed, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, looking at the scene outside the alley.

The streets here are wide, and the walls on both sides are hung with red and white lanterns, and there are candles flickering inside, which illuminate the place very brightly.

The alley is in the middle, with a street in front and behind.

There were shouts of killing on the street behind from time to time, it should be the place where the Jing family fought with the Qin family and the disciples of the people who worshiped Yin Mountain, and many people should have died, because there was a strong smell of blood blowing into Li Xiu's nose along the night wind.

There were more than a dozen people standing on the street in front.

Stand facing each other on the left and right.

There are few people on the left, only four, and it should be the Jing family without accident.

There are many people on the right, there are six of them, and three of them wear black robes and white faces, which are people who worship Yin Mountain.

"Dai Ze's death has nothing to do with the Jing family. ”

The person who said this was the one who stood at the front of the Jing family, middle-aged, with a thin face, holding a sword in his right hand, but the joints on his hand were very thick, his right hand was very powerful, and the sword was also held very tightly, and the sword light before was very bright, so the two sides fell into a short stalemate, Xu was afraid of this sword, and the Qin family and Baiyin Mountain did not continue to move.

"It has nothing to do with the Jing family, so who does it have to do with it?"

A voice came from under the white mask, which at first glance sounded full of energy, but if you savor it, it is not difficult to hear the tiredness hidden underneath.

It is a very sad thing for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person, the way of heaven is very big, but it is not as big as humanity.

Dai Ze had a meal with Jing Yuan, and then died.

This is the fault of the Jing family.

Jing Ruyun was silent, Bai Yinshan's attitude was very tough, and his words were very unreasonable.

He didn't defend himself, because he didn't know how Dazzle had died.

Or maybe it doesn't matter what the truth is at this moment, Baiyin Mountain came out to Langcheng not to see the excitement, they are going to kill people.

Many people need an explanation, Dai Ze's death is needed, and Dai Zhangjiao is also needed.

The disciples of Baiyin Mountain can finally kill people happily without having to restrain themselves.

The Qin family can take this opportunity to seize Langcheng, although they need to pay some price, but the gate of Baiyin Mountain is thousands of miles away, and they naturally have to go back after the matter is over.

At that time, only the Qin family was left in Langcheng.

Dominance often means better resources, better opportunities, better status, and power.

As Li Xiu said, Dai Ze's death was just a reason.

It is a reason why many people need to wait and wait.

It's just that now it's just happening.

Jing Ruyun stood quietly, the Spring and Autumn Sword in his hand seemed to bow his head, he took a step forward, and the next moment the candle flame in the lantern fell to the right, as if blown by a strong wind.

A sword roar sounded in the night, and a spirit banner appeared in front of Dai Lengyan, and the banner several meters long was raised backwards, and a black mist appeared in front of him, and a face without facial features was hidden in the fog.

The sword light fell on the flag, and the face seemed to let out a scream, roaring silently.

Jing Ruyun's face turned a little whiter, and the tiger's mouth cracked, and blood flowed.

The mask on Dai Leng Yan's face was cut in half, revealing a black face like dead wood, his spirit banner broke a hole, the black robe on his body was scattered on the ground, and a sword mark appeared on his chest, but fortunately, it only cut through his clothes.

The firelight was erected and calm returned, and the red and white lanterns were still dangling differently, illuminating the ground.

A shadow flashed away under the lantern, but it was Qin Zaiyang, the head of the Qin family, who had never spoken, suddenly moved, and took advantage of Jing Ruyun's new strength to bully him and punch him at the same time.

Jing Ruyun looked up, and a person behind him stepped forward and raised his sword to meet him.

They are also nomadic monks, and they are also strong and weak.

This punch Qin Zaiyang has been planning for a long time, and his spirit has been brewing to the peak, and he has gathered on this punch.

The momentum is heavy and heavy, and it is difficult to parry.

The fist landed on the sword, and the blade of the sword bent down in an instant, and then broke in two, and then the fist fell through the broken sword to the chest, and the man vomited blood and flew out.

One of the remaining two people of the Jing family jumped up to catch the man, and the other drew his sword and slashed at Qin Zaiyang's neck, this sword was fast and accurate, Qin Zaiyang's pupils shrank a little, but it was too late to dodge.

It turned out that from the beginning of Jing Ruyun's violent attack to Qin Zaiyang's sneak attack, all this was counted in the hearts of the Jing family.

Therefore, this sword landed on Qin Zaiyang's neck accurately, the blade of the sword slashed through the skin, but no blood spurted out, and the throat was not torn by the long sword as imagined, but instead there was a friction sound of gold and iron clashing, bringing up a string of sparks.

illuminated Qin Zaiyang's iron-blue face.

He pulled back, his feet on the ground, his face gloomy, but there was a snapping sound from his body.

Then a string of Buddhist beads fell on itself and fell to the ground, this is the magic weapon of Wuliang Temple, and it will appear on his body.

Jing Ruyun's face was a little lonely, and he exchanged this sword for the serious injury of his own family elder, but he was completely blocked by the Buddha beads.

"Jing Ruyun, it's really calculating. ”

Qin Zaiyang's face was a little hideous, and he even began to be afraid.

The two have been hostile for decades, and they are understanding each other, but Jing Ruyun used his psychology to plan this sword, if there is no Buddha beads, it will be a mortal situation.

"After all, human calculation is not as good as heaven. ”

Jing Ruyun looked at the Buddhist beads rolling down on the ground and sighed.

He looked around, as if he was waiting, as if he was expecting something.

Finally, he sighed again and said, "Guan Shan is very small, and the Jing family is not big, but if someone wants to gnaw it down, I'm afraid it won't be so easy." ”

Jing Ruyun looked up at Qin Zaiyang and Dai Lengyan, a pair of eyes gradually became extremely sharp, and there seemed to be a little scarlet rising in the depths of those eyes.

The aura on his body rose suddenly, rising little by little.

"Everyone in the world knows that Jing Ruyun has a sword in spring and autumn, but have you ever known that I still have a sword in spring and autumn. ”

When the words fell, his beard flew up, his sword intent rushed into the sky, the red and white lanterns on both sides of the long street split in two from the middle, and the candle flame fell to the ground, extinguishing most of it, making the long street also half dark.

Li Xiu squinted his eyes, and a bright light flashed out like the warm winter sun breaking through the clouds.

Qin Zaiyang's body trembled slightly, one arm and shoulder separated and fell to the ground, blood gushing out.

The spirit banner split in two, and the face, which had no facial features, let out a miserable howl and disappeared without a trace, and the sword still fell on the previous sword mark, the difference was that the last time it was the clothes that were torn, and this time it was the chest that was torn apart.

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