"I listen to the flute of my seniors, and I seem to be confused?" asked Ju Yeqi.

The old man smiled and nodded, and touched the gray flute in his hand, "Is there confusion, I wonder how many little friends are willing to listen?"

Li Congwen patted his chest, "Don't hide it from my predecessors, I was also very confused not long ago, and then I met a master who said that I don't have to worry, I will become a true Buddha in the future." Seniors, if you have any difficulties, just say it, the juniors will definitely help you. ”

The old man smiled and nodded, "Good, good, the old man killed too many people in the first half of his life, and every time he sleeps, those who died will dangle in front of him."

They kept shouting that I was so miserable and so bad, that I couldn't sleep at night. ”

Yang Xiaoyang frowned, silently stood in front of Ju Yeqian in half a step, and held Xiao Di who wanted to fly over.

Ri Ying was not nervous at all, but tilted her head and asked, "Eh, I have also killed many people, but why can't I dream of it?"

Li Congwen glanced at her, "Don't you dream of eating?"

He arched his hand at the old man again, "Then if you're afraid, won't it be over if you apologize for your crimes?"

"Well, Brother Li, what you said makes sense. It's a good thing I can't dream of them, or I'd have to cut myself. Ri Ying echoed.

"Oh, good, good. Riying, if only you could cut yourself. The old man was not angry at all, but replied with a smile.

"You know me? I haven't seen you. Riying asked in surprise.

A breeze blew, Yang Xiaoyang sniffed, and his face became more solemn.

He said softly, "It smells of blood." ”

The old man looked at Yang Xiaoyang and arched his hand: "I heard that there is an immortal cultivator among you, it must be you Xiaoyou, right? ”

Ju Yeqi asked with a calm face, "Who did you kill?"

The old man waved his hand, "Don't be nervous, the old man just killed a village." ”

"Why did you kill them?" said Ju Yeya, faintly angry.

"Oh, good, good.

The old man came here this morning to wait for you, and when he felt thirsty, he went into the village to ask for a bowl of water.

A villager kindly brought me to his house and not only gave me tea to drink, but also gave me bread to eat.

I was moved and wanted to repay him, but he hurriedly said no, saying that it was a trivial matter.

But I don't think I'm not sure if I don't repay such a great favor.

I said that I couldn't do anything but kill people, and asked him who he wanted to kill, and I went to help him kill him.

He probably didn't expect me to be so persistent, a little surprised, and shirked, so he didn't agree.

I persuaded him several times not to let me kill, and I said that if I didn't let me kill for him, I wouldn't be able to repay the favor.

He still didn't agree and told me to get out.

It's okay to get out, but it's not okay if you don't let me repay the favor.

I'm in a hurry, and I can't say I can't kill it.

He scolded me for being a demon and hit me with a tea bowl.

I had no choice but to fight back when I was beaten, so I had to kill him.

The rest of the villagers probably heard the movement and pointed at me with a guy when they saw me killing someone.

I had no choice but to kill them all. Oh, the corpses of the people in this village have buried me for a long time, but they have exhausted my old bones.

Good, good, good......"

"You deserve to be good, too?" said Ju Yeqi angrily.

Li Congwen chuckled lightly and pulled out the broken sword, "It turns out to be an old devil, you are the third Jia, right?"

Ri Ying's face turned cold when she heard this, and her murderous aura was exposed. Without saying a word, she flashed the short dagger in her sleeve, and rushed to the old man with a dodge, hitting Jia San's neck.

It's just that Jia San avoided it with a slight tilt of his head, and slapped Ri Ying's shoulder with another palm.

Riying was slapped and flew backwards a few steps and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Blood splattered on her red shirt, making it even more vivid against the setting sun.

She had fallen to the ground.

Li Congwen has seen Riying's ability to cut off the wings of flying insects, and he doesn't think that she cut it crookedly, but Jia San is too powerful.

"Oh, Riying. Your master and I were both taught by Jia Yi, and I know your way very clearly, otherwise I wouldn't have hurt your master, don't you say?" Jia San looked at Ri Ying on the ground with a smile, like an elder talking to a junior.

After he finished speaking, he turned slightly to the side, put the bone flute into his arms, looked at Li Congwen, who had already stabbed out a sword, and exclaimed: "This is the boy with a broken blade, right? The old man recognized you at first sight, he was really a talent, and he practiced such a pure sword intent, he was really a good hand at killing." ”

"Hmph, this son never kills. Li Congwen snorted coldly, and swung out another sword, straight at Jia Sanxinkou.

After Jia San put the bone flute, he took out another flute, which was pitch black and reflected the cold light under the sunset.

He held the black flute across his chest, and shook his head after hearing the sound of gold and iron clashing, "It's a pity, although the sword intent is pure, it doesn't know how to restrain it, so it's too ostentatious." ”

Li Congwen pursed his lips, glanced at Ri Ying, who was supported by Ju Yeqi, and retorted: "My son is unwilling!"

After speaking, he raised his sword and rushed forward, as if he was dazed.

Yang Xiaoyang knew that Li Congwen didn't know how to make sword moves at all, for fear that he would be cut by Jia San, so he hurriedly motioned to Xiao Di to protect the two behind him, and he followed closely.

Seeing Li Congwen rushing over, Jia San raised his eyebrows, "It's good, it's good, the old man is just here to clean up the portal, and he doesn't want to hurt you." But since a few people wanted to kill the old man, the old man was not welcome. ”

He slowly spread his legs and stood on the stone, without looking at Li Congwen's vertical sword, holding the flute in his right hand, and striking at Li Congwen's side face first.

Yang Xiaoyang felt that if it was confirmed this time, it would not be as simple as breaking the phase, and it was estimated that Li Congwen's head would have to be cracked.

So he caught the black flute with his bare hands.

"Gada. ”

The corners of Yang Xiaoyang's mouth twitched, and the bones on the palm of his hand were broken like this?

The flute is cold to the hand and should be made of iron.

Yang Xiaoyang reluctantly pulled back, trying to pull Jia San to a stumbling side, so that Li Congwen's sword could be hit.

Jia San felt the huge pull and did not resist, and with this force, he turned half a circle with his right heel as the axis, and he was about to dodge the sword that Li Congwen slashed.

The stone beneath his feet was split in two, leaving a deep sword mark on the ground.

Jia San's right hand was released, and Yang Xiaoyang snatched the flute, "Hey, the immortal cultivator is strong, and this hand is still strong." ”

Yang Xiaoyang snorted coldly, silently changed his hand to the flute, and slammed it at him.

Jia San smiled, slowly took out another silver-white flute from his arms, and gently put a little on the black flute held by Yang Xiaoyang, Yang Xiaoyang actually felt that he couldn't catch it, and the black flute came out of his hand.

Jia San kicked Li Congwen in the waist again, and at the same time hit Yang Xiaoyang's chest, and the two flew out, each spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He jumped off the stone, turned to look at the sword marks on the ground, and exclaimed: "Good, good, I didn't expect the old man to wake up Childe with a word, congratulations to Childe for his improvement in kendo again." ”

Yang Xiaoyang got up, looked at the blood on the ground, and secretly said that it was worthless.

He looked at Li Congwen again, and was relieved to see that he could still struggle, but what was he doing with his mouth on the ground?

Yang Xiaoyang took a closer look and found that Li Congwen was sticking out his tongue and licking the blood on the ground.

What are you doing licking blood? Your blood is more expensive than mine, or what?

Isn't it a problem with the brain? No, isn't it kicked in the waist?

Brain long waist on this?

Yang Xiaoyang rolled his eyes, and then looked at the flute in Jia San's hand, and he didn't know how many more were in his arms.

Those who don't know think he sells flutes......

Yang Xiaoyang decided not to get close anymore, but to use the handling technique to be safer.

He glanced at the night with a weak heart, and prepared to perform the handling technique. It's just that as soon as he raised his hand to Jia San, he saw Jia San throw the silver flute over.

Yang Xiaoyang was unexpected, he was hit in the chest by the flute, and spit out another mouthful of blood.

Your flute is as worthless as my blood?

When I picked it up, it was a silver flute.

Yang Xiaoyang was stunned, he was so rich as a killer these days, he won't take out the money next time, right?

Yang Xiaoyang stood up again when he thought of this, raised his hand, pointed at Jia San, and stared at him.

Seeing that Jia San just frowned and looked at himself, slightly disappointed.

Now that he's out of arms, I'm going to use the portership to screw his head off?

Just when Yang Xiaoyang was hesitating, he suddenly saw that Ri Ying had arrived behind Jia San at some point, and stabbed him in the back of the heart with a short dagger.

However, as if he had eyes behind his back, Jia San turned around suddenly, folded his left wrist, slapped Ri Ying's hand away, and slashed at her neck with a knife with his right hand at the same time.

There were still blood stains on the corners of Riying's mouth, she had a cold face, she didn't even look at Jia San's right hand, and stabbed him again with a flip of her wrist.

Is this going to be all the same?

Yang Xiaoyang was taken aback, seeing that Li Congwen wanted to stand up but failed, he hurriedly used his aura to perform a carrying technique, and the target was the right hand of nail three.

A scream was heard.

Ri Ying was indifferent to Jia San's screams and the hot blood splashed on his face, without blinking his eyes, and took advantage of the moment when Jia San's body was slightly stiff, and stabbed the short dagger into Jia San's waist.

Jia San snorted coldly, his palm was gone, and he was stabbed like a person who was fine, and kicked Riying in the abdomen.

Riying snorted and flew out, fainting when she landed.

Jia San glanced at Ri Ying, stopped the bleeding with two clicks on his wrist, turned around with the short dagger on his waist and squinted at Yang Xiaoyang, Sen smiled coldly and ran towards the forest.

Although Yang Xiaoyang was cold all over his body, he saw that Ju Yeqi and Xiao Di had already rushed towards Riying one after another, so he had no choice but to forcibly move his body towards Li Congwen.

Li Congwen, who was still licking the blood just now, had stopped, he was lying on the ground, and grabbed Yang Xiaoyang's sleeve with one hand.

Yang Xiaoyang looked at him suspiciously, but saw that for the first time, there was a murderous aura on his face, as strong as Riying's.

"Xiao Yang, go and kill Jia San. ”

Yang Xiaoyang was startled by Li Congwen's deep voice, looked at the unconscious Riying, and hesitated: "Riying, she ......"

"Go and kill Jia San!" Li Congwen glanced at the gourd that had been tied to Riying's waist, but now it had rolled to the side, and then at Riying's outstretched finger.

Yang Xiaoyang couldn't help but glance at Riying.

"Little sheep, go ahead, I'll heal Riying first, and Xiao Di should be able to help me. ”

Yang Xiaoyang sighed when he heard Ju Yeqi's words, and patted Li Congwen holding his hand, "Xiao Di, you protect them." ”