Outside the window, the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Luo Shiyi leaned to one side and tilted his head.

The snow-white narrow knife threw an arc in the air, bursts of white light, flying from the lobby on the first floor to the hands of Han Jian on the third floor, the martial artist of the Eight Realms, no longer deliberately suppressed his body and true qi, his eyes burst out with a burst of essence, and he shot in the blink of an eye, his movements were faster than the young man's eyes, and he disappeared from Li Zijin's sight.

Although one person and one knife were gone, the fist intent of the peak martial artist of the Eight Realms was mixed with killing intent, and the sword qi was so bright that the whole room was as bright as day, and it was even more difficult to move the legs suppressed by Li Zijin, who was only a realm qi refiner in the room.

Su Hu spread out his hand, and a turquoise long sword appeared in his palm.

The sword body is slender and sharp, verdant and dripping, and when the sword is swung, it is sparkling, like water and mirror.

There is a small seal inscription on the hilt of the sword, and there is a green fern.

Facing the head of Yunxia Mountain, the Nine Realms Female Sword Immortal Tang Yin, Su Hu did not choose to use a sword against the enemy from beginning to end, first, she was unwilling to compete with the other party in her elders, and she was also injured by Tang Yin in advance that night.

The monks in the world are against the enemy, if they are in the same realm, the sword cultivation is the most lethal, and the martial arts are the most tenacious and durable, although they are not defeated by the opponent, they will not lose too ugly.

If they are both qi refiners, then between the same realms, in addition to their respective magic weapons and magical powers, the competition is actually more important to the three factors of time, place and people.

With the blessing of these three factors, the two monks in the same realm can have a huge difference in strength, and if they account for two of the three, they will definitely have the upper hand in a catch-and-match battle.

At that time, Tang Yin was not only the Nine Realms, but also the Nine Realms, and she lost a step in the realm, and it was also a sword cultivation, which made her unable to fight the enemy with swordsmanship, and there was no way to use the sword named Cui Hui to fight with her, and she lost a chip in the magic weapon, and in the end, even if she showed her true body, she carried Tang Yin, the Nine Realms Sword Immortal, with the strong physique of the demon beast, and won back a trace of "harmony" for herself, but after all, she lost in the sword that did not dare to really fight for her life and eat the woman's sword immortal.

But in the face of Han Qian, a martial artist who is also in the Eight Realms, then she Su Hu can use all means, and she can't fight with it!

The woman in white, who was also the perfection of the Eight Realms, flipped in the air, raised her hand with a sword, and the emerald sword light penetrated through each other in the sword qi training, directly shattering an upper room.

Han Jian threw out a snow-white narrow knife, and the narrow knife spun in a circle in the air, like a boomerang, flying over Li Zijin's head, if it wasn't provoked by a green sword qi, the snow-white narrow knife would have been able to cut off the young man's head.

Su Hu jumped in front of Li Zijin, with the horizontal sword on his side, and his eyes did not look at the snow-white narrow knife that had flown back upside down, but focused his eyes on the martial artist Han Jian who was full of fist intent.

She narrowed her eyes, this punch was very strong, strong enough to make an eight-tailed demon fox who was a consummate monk of the Eight Realms very likely to show his true body to meet the enemy.

I didn't expect Han Jian to be so strong, not only forced her to take out a green fern that she got from a certain immortal ruins, but even forced out her demon beast true body.

It's just that for some reason, before that punch came out, Han Jian suddenly jumped on the roof, directly smashed the roof with his body, and appeared on the bricks on the roof of the top floor of the inn, he looked down at the white-clothed woman who was equal to his own strength and smiled: "Su Hu, you can't let go of your hands and feet inside, do you dare to fight with me outside?"

She frowned, turned her head slightly, and glanced at the young man behind her, if Han Jian was diverting the tiger from the mountain, then Li Zijin would be in danger after he left, but leaving Han Jian alone would also be a big trouble, And since the other party was able to follow them all the way to the northern desert of Yan Kingdom, almost across the entire Yan Kingdom, it was difficult to guarantee that Han Jian did not use the flying sword to communicate the Daxuan Dynasty and arrange a back hand.

If this is the case, then even if the two of them leave immediately now, it will be difficult to get rid of the martial artist Han Jian who is like a piece of kraft candy, and wait for the backup of the Daxuan Dynasty to arrive, then she will no longer be able to protect Li Zijin.

And Li Zijin, who is her own contractor, once there is any accident, her eight tails will be gone, more than 300 years of cultivation will be ruined, everything will have to start over, she will never allow such a thing to happen, no matter whose cultivation realm is not falling from the sky.

It is difficult to cultivate, and it is even more difficult to cultivate the way of monster spirits, and it is even more difficult to learn from that person's body, understand the seven emotions and six desires, and cultivate the fox fairy nine-tailed······ Along the way, she Su Hu has tasted the ups and downs, the bitter and the salty, and she must not be planted in this small cage inn, in the hands of Han Qian, a martial artist who is also in the Eight Realms.

"Han Jian must die. ”

The woman in white and the handsome young man spoke out almost at the same time, and when they said this, both of them were stunned.

Li Zijin, who knew the key to breaking the game, and Su Hu, who had made a difficult choice, made the same decision.

Su Hu suddenly showed a relieved smile, and handed the slender ancient sword in his hand to the young man who was in danger but was calm and light from beginning to end.

Li Zijin stretched out his left hand, took Cui Yuan, and held the emerald green long sword in his hand, and the sword body suddenly flashed with brilliance.

I haven't learned any kind of swordsmanship, and I haven't read any sword book, but I remember a few words of the sword tricks taught to him by the old-timers, and after holding the sword in his hand at this moment, he seems to have a full mind, and he has a hundred ways and thousands of moves in his heart, waiting for someone to ask him about the sword.

"Do you know how to wield a sword?" she asked.

"I don't know, I know. The boy smiled confidently.

Then he saw the charming woman who had always been smiling with eyebrows and eyes, for the first time showing a smile that was not so much like a smile, but much more sincere, she gradually revealed her original face, and was about to show her original body, and her white clothes were stretched to pieces, and she asked, "Childe can trust me now?"

The young man remembered the punch that Han Jian handed out in front of the door, and confirmed his speculation about the death of the deed, so he nodded decisively and said, "Believe." ”

The woman who finally showed her original appearance and no longer used magic to hide her beautiful face smiled, and her body was like an arrow from a stray arrow, leaving the string.

The ripples on Li Zijin's heart lake are a mental method of breathing and exhaling and mobilizing the spiritual power of the sea.

It was she who spoke in her heart before leaving.

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Su Hu showed his true body, flew out of the cage door inn, and an eight-tailed demon fox appeared in the desert Gobi, with a huge body, sharp claws, and a hideous face, and the fist spirit flowed, holding the snow-white narrow knife of the peak martial artist of the Eight Realms, Han Qian, scuffled into a ball, and for a while, the smoke and dust in the northern desert of Yan Kingdom were everywhere, covering the sky and the sun.

Before Su Hu left the inn, he spoke to Li Zijin in his heart.

When Han Qian's snow-white narrow knife touched the innkeeper's lady, the shopkeeper, and the fat cook on the first floor of the Longmen Inn, the three of them also had words on the lake.

Wufu Han Jian made a deal with the Longmen Inn.

promised that as long as the three of them helped him capture the young man alive, he would give them a considerable amount of fairy money.

The amount of this fairy money... Extremely impressive.

It is enough to make Luo Shiyi, a proprietress who already runs a black shop, willing to give up for this fairy money and gamble a lot, even if she makes this transaction, it doesn't matter if she closes the store incognito, anyway, she will make a fortune in a muffled voice, and she will be able to live a worry-free life from now on.

The people of the world are panicking, and they are nothing more than trying to break a few taels of silver.

Luo Shiyi was obviously moved, but at first, because he was afraid of the woman in white who was walking with the young man, he just took his two subordinates and watched from the wall, hoping to see if she could compete with the clam and let her reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Han Jian saw that she was not sincere, so he took the initiative to lure Su Hu away, so that Li Zijin could be left alone.

Han Jian is gambling, betting that the other party must deal with himself, even if he takes the risk, he is not willing to let himself continue to be in trouble, and it turns out that he is right, at least for now.

Han Qian, the martial artist of the Eight Realms, has never been stupid, before the four of them sneaked into Yunxia Mountain together, and only he and Su Hu survived to the end, he could see at a glance that the girl was not a good match, so no matter how the other party scratched his head and made a beauty, he Han Jian could not be moved, and he was just without desire.

Take a look at the fate of the 10,000 old men and the lame Hong Lao.

A knife on the head of the color word has never been just a casual talk by predecessors.

Han Qian, who has a good knife, has superb knife skills, and naturally understands this simple truth.

Luo Shiyi likes to settle accounts, and he is also good at settling accounts, otherwise he would not hold a golden abacus all day long.

This mediocre proprietress took two guys and slowly walked up to the third floor, and came to the room where Li Zijin lived before, but it was actually just a ruin.

Luo Shiyi said with a smile: "Look for it separately, that young man's realm is not high, he can't resist the wind and sword, and he can't run far." ”

The fat cook rubbed his hands again, stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, his eyes were full of anticipation, he had been solving some old bones recently, and he hadn't "solved" the corpse of the young man for a long time.

The shopkeeper, who was no longer rickety, but straightened his waist, nodded, jumped into the lobby on the lower floor, and did not chase after the young man who looked acceptable but had to kill him for the first time, but first walked to the side of a thick-eyed officer and soldier who was sleeping lifelessly.

He put his fingers together and slammed into the back of the thick-eyebrowed officer, tearing out one of his backbones and breaking it.

Now the thick-eyebrow officer and soldier are really lifeless.

The shopkeeper threw his broken bones on the ground with an expressionless face, which was a pity, but it was a pity that the other party died silently, and almost passed away silently before he had time to feel the pain.

The fat cook kicked open the last upper room on the third floor, but still couldn't find any trace of the young man, twisted his neck regretfully, his bones rubbed, and made a crisp clattering sound, which sounded a little infiltrating at night.

The proprietress Luo Shiyi sat in the ruins of the upper room, holding the golden abacus in her arms, constantly deducing from the abacus, relying on an ancestral technique, looking for the traces of the young man.

She was very busy, sweating profusely, and finally slowly pushed up an abacus bead, her face was full of joy, and she turned her head sharply to look at one place.

"Found you. ”