After passing through a few mountain bends, the two of them had heard the roaring sound of the Tiantian River in their ears, and after walking for a while, a wide and majestic Tiantian River appeared in their sights. Under the sun, the Tianhe River is rolling with layers of golden waves, the mountains on both sides of the bank are continuous, the peaks are towering, the mountains are covered with verdant, the bare cliffs are patches, and the clouds are vast in the distance.

Liu Lianlang looked back and found that the more he traveled in the direction of Qingshi Villa, the more few pedestrians became, and he couldn't see a single figure when he arrived at this Tiantian River. Apparently Song Zhen also discovered this. In the roar of the Tiantian River, Song Zhen reminded: "Brother Liu, you have also seen that the current Bluestone Villa is no longer the city of flowers that everyone recites, and the flowers have become ghost towns. Even the House of Elders, which we respect, has been rumored to be a ghost house by the rivers and lakes. I heard that the bells of the elders' house would be heard every night in the middle of the night for no reason, especially when it was cloudy and rainy, and people who passed by would hear sad and sad crying, which made people feel creepy. ”

"Really?" said Liu Langlang lightly. At the same time, he looked at the Tiantian River from afar, and slowed down at the same time. It was very alert, and it seemed that something was wrong.

Following Liu Lianlang's line of sight, Song Zhen also looked intently, but in addition to the Longyun Mountain Range in the distance, it was the closer Tiantian River, and there was an arched Tiantian Bridge lying on the river, except for the cyan bridge stones, there was nothing on the bridge, deserted and depressed.

Turning his face to look at Liu Zhilang, who was so solemn and heavy. It's hard not to believe him. Song Zhen also slowed down, and the afterglow of his eyes cautiously paid attention to the surrounding movements.

The two of them slowly stepped onto the Tiantian River Bridge, and a burst of damp water vapor hit them instantly, and their faces felt damp. Step by step on the stone steps, each step made the two more cautious, and when they stepped on the last step, they reached the top of the Sky Bridge. The whole view of the Sky Bridge was in full view, and nothing unusual was found.

A hint of surprise flashed in Liu Yanlang's eyes, the situation in front of him was completely different from his own judgment, and he glanced at the Tianqiao again, and his tense nerves slowly relaxed. The face also regained its warm color.

His eyes fell on the rushing river under the bridge, and the rolling waves were filled with cold smoke like an angry dragon, tumbling and moving from northwest to southeast. On the west bank of the river, a towering ancient tree, is shining with vicissitudes of color in the sun. Under the ancient trees, there are several empty stone chairs. Still persistently shining with dazzling colors, I firmly believe that the old figure will come.

The air in his ears fluctuated slightly, and he turned around quickly, Liu Xianlang and Song Zhen found that there were two more teams of figures in front of the bridge and behind the bridge at some point. There are six people in the front and back, each with a black cloak, a black veil, and a green bamboo broad-brimmed hat.

Each of the twelve people held an inky snake-wrapped sword on his chest, the sword thorns were black and twisted, and the cold light floated in the condensation, shining with a sinister aura.

Liu Zhilang was not surprised by the appearance of the twelve, but what was unexpected was that they appeared so strangely that they didn't feel where they came from at all, as if they were born out of thin air.

Liu Lianlang and Song Zhen stood back to back, facing six people each, quickly calculating how to deal with the enemy in front of them, and at the same time, their bodies were already tense and ready to attack at any time. In this case, it seems unwise to take the initiative to attack, because there are too many people on the other side, but waiting for the other party to strike first will not be beneficial to the two of them.

Song Zhen's palms were already sweating, and he really regretted that he didn't dissuade Brother Liu from rushing back to the villa this time. It's just a matter of dying by yourself, anyway, it's torturous to live in that fairy cave. But now let the brother who just came back die like this, it's really regrettable. But all this is already in front of us, and regret is in vain. At the moment, I can only find an opportunity to drag the enemy, hoping that Brother Liu can escape, so it is not in vain to get acquainted.

Liu Lianlang stared at the six people in front of him, always waiting for the cold knife to come to him, but the six people always stood there proudly, without any intention of making a move, tilting their heads and looking at themselves and Song Zhen with disdain. It didn't look like someone was here to kill people at all, but it was like watching a lot of fun.

The other party's unremitting gave Liu Lianlang, who was originally nervous, a glimmer of hope, and whispered: "Song Zhen, can you swim?" Song Zhen looked at Liu Lianlang suspiciously, and nodded. Also nodded, Liu Lianlang said in a low voice: "As long as you find an opportunity to jump into the river, we have a little chance of getting out alive." Remember, this is important. ”

The eyes of the man in black have always only fallen on the eagle on Liu Zhilang's shoulder, and as for the two children, they are not dead at all. The eagle was a little different, with shiny black feathers, red eyes, blood-colored claws, and a red beak. Especially the flickering eyes, there seemed to be waves in the red, shooting out a cold glow, which made people shudder.

The child in rags must be the Song Zhen that the owner said, because it is rare for him to have black and white eyebrows. And who is the child next to him, he doesn't seem to have any impression? Finally, the man in black glanced at the two children, after all, it was because they, especially that Song Zhen, had been tossing themselves for a long time. For this, there is no less blame from the owner. Now it's okay, go back with your head, and finally be able to sleep beautifully for two days. And there was a windfall, and the eagle was caught by the way.

Liu Lianlang felt that one of the six people in front of him moved, and the ink-colored snake sword in his arms slid silently to his right hand, and his shoulders shrugged, and he appeared in front of Liu Lianlang strangely, and the others did not move at all.

In the silence, an ice cry came: "Get out!" Song Zhen, let Lao Tzu kill you with a knife!" The voice was not only cold but also extremely harsh, and Song Zhen was shocked when he heard it. At the same time, the hatred of Tu Zhuang and the anger of suffering suddenly hit his heart, and his eyes were on fire. With a bang, he rushed in front of the man in black, and at the same time, his palms flew up, and two silver lights shot at the man in black. However, the man in black did not dodge at all, and after hearing two clanging sounds, the darts that flew out were bounced back. Two arcs were drawn and landed on the bridge deck one after another. Song Zhen looked at the man in black in front of him in surprise, his black and white thick eyebrows were condensed, and his face was stunned.

The man in black snorted coldly, raised his knife in his hand, and slashed indifferently towards Song Zhen's head. Just when the blade of the sword stabbed at Song Zhen's throat, a dashing figure turned gracefully, and the ink-colored snake entanglement sword that should have been stabbed on Song Zhen's throat was stabbed on the bridge stone, and there was a loud bang. And Song Zhen was already standing firmly behind the dashing figure.

The black-clothed man in the field and the black-clothed man outside the field were surprised at the same time, and then lightning rushed at the same time, Song Zhen closed his eyes in despair, and had long forgotten Liu Yanlang's advice. Liu Xianlang didn't want to expose his exercises too early, but in a hurry, he quickly covered his body with a layer of silver, covering himself and Song Zhen inside, and the Soul Conjuring Sword was also ready to move under the urging of his mind.

Just when the twelve fierce cold rays were pressing towards the two of them with a yin wind in the void, Liu Lianlang saw that on his shoulder, Qiqi's mouth suddenly shot out a Dao of red light, and this light quickly condensed into countless crimson needles. The needles rotated rapidly, and in front of him, they suddenly turned into a red needle curtain composed of needles, with a diameter of several zhang. Then silently pushed the twelve people who pounced.

When the needle curtain came into contact with the twelve black-clothed men, a strange scene happened, only to see twelve cold swords stabbed at different angles and twelve people suddenly stopped in the air. The twelve ink-colored snake swords, starting from the tip of the sword, quickly began to melt, and in the blink of an eye, the knives in the hands of the twelve people disappeared, as if they had never existed, and they were stunned. Then, the twelve people also started from one side, quickly dissolved, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into nothingness, and there was not even a trace of the ground.

Liu Lianlang looked at the ground, and then at Qiqi, his eyes flashing with excitement. Tilting his head to look at Kiki carefully, Kiki seemed to be very proud of his performance, and raised his chest high.