Ye Yunsheng couldn't take care of Wei Xian for the time being, he fought with Xie Ding and Lin Lao Ghost, these two people could resist Fang Zimo, and they could also hurt Chu Kexing, they were not ordinary people.

came and went, and he fought more than 50 moves, and he also had many sword wounds on his body.

At this time, the wound was tied and the blood flow stopped, but neither the internal strength nor the spirit were as usual. Tonight, he killed Tinghai first, then competed with Xu Qing, and then fought the four immortals alone, and then killed the wild fox and a few Jianghu people in one go.

He was not in a hurry, one move and one style, which pressed Xie Ding and Old Ghost Lin to get away. Chang'an Sword King's Dang Tu Jian once seriously injured Jiang Shouhua with a sword, and almost killed this legendary Yan of the rivers and lakes returned to Xiang Xiaoyu and died, if it weren't for Ye Yunsheng's nightly crossing of qi to heal his injuries...... But now Xie Ding and Lin Lao Ghost are still extremely embarrassed by Ye Yunsheng's sword moves under his injuries.

"Ye Yunsheng, Fang Zimo was not harmed by me, please raise your noble hand!" Old Ghost Lin has a lot of backbone, he just received a sword from Ye Yunsheng on his body, and he didn't say a word of nonsense, he only used his skills to resist with a sword.

His sword skills are vicious, especially good at finding opportunities, seizing the opponent's flaws and killing Zheng with one blow, but in the face of Ye Yunsheng's long sword, Lin Lao Ghost has a feeling, as if no matter how he makes a move, Ye Yunsheng has already understood it, as if his every move is in the other party's control, Zheng and even faintly, there is a powerlessness and despair that wants to give up resistance.

Although Xie Ding is known as the Chang'an Sword King, he is a figure as famous as Lingyun Sword Immortal Fang Zimo in Chang'an City, but in recent years, he has moved around the rivers and lakes less, and he has been running a business more.

Originally, the two of them fought hard, and they could hold on for a while longer, Xie Ding mainly resisted Ye Yunsheng's offensive, and Lin Lao Ghost swam to attack sideways, just like dealing with Chu Kexing that day, but Ye Yunsheng was full of murderous aura at the moment, and he even carried the power of defeating the Nine Tribulations, Xie Ding couldn't resist his sword, and he retreated, and actually gave most of the offensive to Lin Lao Ghost, and this defeat was even more obvious.

Ye Yunsheng stabbed Lin Lao Ghost Knife with two swords in a row, knocking him out of the middle palace, and then stabbed Lin Lao Ghost in the chest with a sword, breaking out of his body, and at the same time, the sword body was twisted, and immediately shattered his chest and inner lungs.

By the time Naluo was pulled out, Old Ghost Lin was already powerless to struggle, spit out a mouthful of bloody breath, and died.

The appearance of Lin Lao's death stimulated Xie Ding, the Chang'an Sword King

"Bang dang" threw away the Dangtu sword in his hand, bent his legs, knelt on the ground, and begged Ye Yunsheng for mercy: "Let me go, I will withdraw from the rivers and lakes from now on, and I will never take the sword again......!" The cemetery of Fang Zimo and Zhang Qingzi was still chosen by me, if it weren't for my insistence on putting them in the ground, Wei Xian originally planned to expose the corpses in the county office, and the two of them would die without a place to bury. ”

"I pity you, who pities them?" Naraku drew a circle of water waves, and under the moonlight, the light was cold and cold.

The head of Xie Ding, the sword king of Chang'an, rolled down in the air, and blood rushed up from the broken neck like a fountain, and the work became thin and languishing for a while.

On the originally flat section, you can still see the blood vessels, esophagus, trachea, and some white flower tissue structures, which have been drenched in blood, turning red, and no other colors can be distinguished.

Ye Yunsheng looked at the Dangtu sword on the ground, picked it up with the tip of Naluo's sword, and slashed it with a swing of the sword. The sword is in the people, and the people are dead, and the sword is dead...... That's about it.

Ye Yunsheng said softly: "It's a pity that I'm not here to talk to you about business." "Xie Ding, Old Ghost Lin participated in the pursuit of Zimo at that time, and even killed Qingzi, I want him to let Xie Ding go, how is it possible!

There was also a mastermind, Wei Xian, the lord of Chang'an, Lord Bo Wei! He turned his head to look, where had he gone? The person was gone!

It's really strange, according to his internal cultivation, why didn't Wei Xian notice it when he ran away?

But don't worry, an ordinary person can't even do light work, where can he go? Ye Yunsheng pulled out the scabbard from the platform, closed the sword, walked to the edge of a wine table, took the wine jug, drank half a pot in one go, swallowed the wine in his mouth for the last time, and suddenly his complexion changed, and blood spurted out together.

Coughing incessantly, mouthfuls of blood, mouthfuls of blood—his face was very interesting, looking at his nose and mouth, it was a smile, looking at his eyes and eyebrows, it was like crying.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, and the wine was spit out without drinking it, but he was already drunk...... He couldn't even understand why he vomited out the wine and blood, and he couldn't understand why he didn't notice Wei Xian running away.

It seems that with the collection of the sword into the sheath, his entire Rao spirit and spirit were put into the scabbard Zheng's head was groggy, and he couldn't lift up a little energy, and no one could do anything with him, but it made him feel tired and dazed - there was also Wei Xian!

He reminded himself. He walked out slowly, through the bamboo forest, and around the outside of the main hall, where there was no one in the air.

The few coffins he brought, the oilcloth on them was lifted, and the lid of one of the coffins was pushed open, he walked over curiously to take a look, Wei Xian was actually lying inside, his eyes bulging, his face was blue, his hair was messy, and there was a blood line on his neck...... He reached out and flicked it, his head separated from his body, bobbing back and forth.

The blood had not yet dried up, and was still oozing out little by little. He looked around blankly, but couldn't find a single figure.

Even if his internal strength has suffered a huge loss and his perception is not as good as before, but just by being able to put Wei Xian's body in a coffin without him discovering it, this light skill will definitely be unparalleled in the world.

Now that Wei Xian was dead, he let go of his last obsession, wiped the tears from his face, walked to the main hall, and after a while, he walked out again, returned to the vestibule, and groped in his arms on the ground.

Xie Ding had one hundred taels of silver on his body, Lin Lao Ghost had two silver tickets of five hundred taels, but Jiu Yan only had the usual copper coins on his body.

There were still some that he didn't know, so he didn't pick them up, so he collected the money, put on his cloak, carried two more jugs of wine, and went outside.

Untied the two horses from the coffin cart he brought, led them to the long street outside the house, sat on the horses, took the other one in his hand, and returned the same way according to the way he came.

It's time after dinner, the night is beautiful, and the wind is as cool as water. There are rules in Chang'an City, and it is not allowed to ride a horse on the street in the dark, and the offender will be fined, and the horse and horse harness will be confiscated together.

But strangely enough, no one took care of him tonight. He came all the way to the outside of the coffin shop, got off the horse and went into the store to find the old man, gave the silver, the horse returned it, and then gave the old man a pot of excellent wine for entertaining guests in the Wei Mansion.