Xue Zhili didn't expect that after Yuan Ziyi betrayed his master, he even changed his moves, and his moves were strange and unexpected.

He has been studying drama for many years, and his body is already very soft, and from time to time it twists into a weird arc to attack, Rao is Xue Zhili's cultivation is a cut higher, and his body is also scarred.

The white jade pendant on his waist also seemed to be stained with a little blood.

Yuan Ziyi's deliberately raised voice and soft posture also made Xue Zhili frown. The younger brother loves singing, but he has never lived as a person in the play.

He has only been in retreat for three years, why has the well-behaved junior and disciple undergone such a drastic change?

This feeling is very bad.

"Come back to Yinshan with me. Xue Zhili pinched Yuan Ziyi's wrist, his eyes cold.

Yuan Ziyi understood that his 'good-tempered' senior brother was angry.

has been like this since he was a child, he is good to himself everywhere on weekdays, what elixir, what magic weapon, as long as he can find it, he will inevitably send it to him, regardless of whether he wants it or not.

The other disciples of Yinshan thought that he was favored by this future master.

Only Yuan Ziyi himself knew that once he didn't obey Xue Zhili's wishes and used those things, this former gentleman would turn his face.

He would uncover the flesh scar on Yuan Ziyi's sixth finger and rub the severed bone fiercely, no matter how much he begged for mercy, it was useless.

This is Xue Zhili.

Yuan Ziyi saw it clearly, and the senior brother was at the mercy of him like a doll.

What a doll wants to think of himself, as long as he arranges it.

Scold...... The whole division is crazy.

He smiled, but his hand slipped out like a loach, and in Xue Zhili's shocked gaze, he gave him a slap in the chest.

He was drugged between his fingernails in advance—he could be repaired in less than three moments.

"It's a pity, this medicine was originally prepared for the master......" Yuan Ziyi blew on his fingers, and a dark purple powder floated out from there, and he smiled, "Senior brother, Ziyi is like this now, but it is as you wish?"

He hid his face and smiled, Xue Zhili had never seen his junior brother smile like this.

"The master didn't come, it seems that today's main dish is only that kid......" Yuan Ziyi licked his slightly dry lips, his eyes turned to Mo Yang, who was fighting with Tsing Yi, and smiled even deeper when he saw the Ling Xiao Sword in his hand.

"Senior brother, look, it's not just our Yin Mountain that is strange......

The Ling Xiao Sword, which has been famous in the immortal cultivation world for so many years, turned out to be a demon sword spirit.

It's just a ridiculous joke.

Xue Zhili was silent, the people of Kunlun couldn't have an accident, at least until his cultivation was lost, there couldn't be an accident. Otherwise, Kunlun and Yin Mountain will definitely be incompatible.

He has been very contradictory since he was a child, contradicting many identities, a disciple of Yinshan, the head disciple of the family, and the senior brother of Yuan Ziyi......

He knew that he had not done a good job in his status as a senior brother. But at least, over the years, he has been doing his best to play the role of the head disciple and the disciple of Yinshan......

Hold the sword to eliminate the demon, and wipe out all the injustices.

Regardless of whether he himself is willing to deal with grievances and suffering.

Only he knows that Yinshan Xue Zhili is a cold-hearted person.

But my life is going to go on like this.

"Senior brother, don't worry-" Xue Zhili stopped Yuan Ziyi, his expression was faint, as if he didn't care at all about the fact that his cultivation was exhausted after three moments.

The young man was long and jade, straight as the green bamboo that was rising in the spring, and I saw him take off the sect badge on his chest, bow and salute, and then, the sword was unsheathed.

The sword of Xue Zhili, the first disciple of Yin Mountain, is called Qingshan and does not change.

The sword body is slender and straight, made of green bamboo, does not melt when exposed to fire, does not rot when encountering water, and does not change for thousands of years.

Just like Xue Zhili himself, what he believes will never change, whether it is right or wrong.

Many years ago, he picked up a baby on a winter night, and he was destined to be responsible for his life.

Since the bamboo he planted with his own hands is crooked, and he is powerless to change it, then it is up to him to put an end to it.

Yuan Ziyi saw Xue Zhili's actions, and his expression was in a trance.

On Yin Mountain, disciples ask each other for advice, which is this ceremony. But he knows better that this battle is a death match.

Xue Zhili changed his previous style of only defending and not attacking, the sword was like a rainbow, and he was indomitable, Yuan Ziyi had already abandoned the sword in Yinshan, and he vaguely remembered that it was Xue Zhili who specially asked for it for himself to go to Fengzhou, and the sword was called Green Water Changliu.

It's ridiculous that he actually recalled his friendship at this time.

Yuan Ziyi didn't dare to slack off, and he had already prepared for this situation.

......

The more time passed, the more Tsing Yi felt that the young man in front of him was terrifying.

At first, except for Shuoyue's move, he was all on the defensive, because of the gap between cultivation and physical strength, Tsing Yi's offensive was faster, and his dodge was not as good as that.

Although he avoided the vital point, he was injured everywhere on his body.

There was blood on the corner of the young man's mouth, but his smile became more and more wanton.

Then, Tsing Yi felt that the situation was wrong, and the boy seemed to be able to calculate his attack pattern and intention, and always made dodge movements one step ahead of him.

He can even make Tsing Yi unable to hold back the offensive and injure himself.

"The so-called, borrowing strength. Ink Yang dodged the attack, circled to Tsing Yi's back, and slammed the hilt of his sword into Tsing Yi's back.

Tsing Yi was already in a hurry to mess up the rules, and the offensive couldn't be contained and was pushed by Ink Yang, and the iron fan got out of his hand and fell straight to the ground.

"Boom-"

Dusty.

As soon as the servant turned over, he felt a cold light approaching, the young man held a sword in his left hand, and pinched the handle of the fan in his right hand, Tsing Yi only felt that his neck was cold.

He closed his eyes, ready to die, but he didn't wait for the blade to advance an inch.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the young man holding a sword in his left hand, and the Dao Dao sword intent split the strip of cloth on his feet, revealing a pair of deformed and ugly feet.

The feet were almost torn in half with brute force, their toes curled up into the soles of their feet, their nails stuck in the flesh, and they were dripping with blood.

I heard the young man sigh heavily, and the sigh seemed to come from afar. The ink Yang closed his eyes, and the scene of the miserable howl when Tsing Yi was wrapped in his feet flashed in his mind.

"This is the end of your painful experience. ”

"If you want a result, go to Kunshan Pavilion on the outskirts of the city. ”

Tsing Yi looked at the young man's dark blue eyes, at this time there was no mercy in his eyes, no mercy, only monstrous killing intent.

Who is he going to kill?

Oh, it's Yuan Ziyi.

Tsing Yi bowed his head and was silent, he couldn't tell what he was thinking. He looked down at his feet, ugly and twisted, stained with blood......

Does it hurt? It doesn't hurt anymore.

But hatred will only get thicker and thicker with the accumulation of years.

So did the gods see themselves and decide to help?,Tsing Yi slowly got up and smiled contemptuously.

Scold...... Where is there any god.

If there really is a god, he will only spit on the ancestral hall of the god.

Mo Yang looked at Tsing Yi's limping back and sighed faintly.

There are so many poor people in the world, where can God control it......

Only self-help is the right way.