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All things in the world are mutually reinforcing, and there is no martial arts that is absolutely transcendent of all existences. When I felt that the Maha Temo Mantra was invincible in the world, I would not have thought that it would not be able to resist even the usual Flame Palm.

The pure yang aura of the Flame Palm collided with the power of the Maha Temo in my body, as if a raging fire had ignited in my body.

Murong Shun kept slapping at me, but I became powerless in pain.

I fell to my knees, unable to lift my breath. Murong Shun smiled and said, "What an accident. You can't even fight the big masters in the rivers and lakes, and even Situ Qingchen can't beat you with one move. I didn't expect to lose at my hands today!"

Murong Shun crossed his hands, wrong in the dantian. He gathered his internal strength, as if he wanted to concentrate his strength, and delivered the final blow to me.

And I don't even have the strength to resist.

Suddenly, Murong Shun raised a palm and slashed at the top of my head at an extremely fast speed. This move is fast and fierce, not to mention that I am already seriously injured, even when I am unharmed, I am afraid that I will not dare to take it hard, I can only try to dodge.

A drop of blood slipped from the corner of my mouth and dripped onto the bloody sword.

The Bloody Sword seemed to sense my despair. It suddenly became restless, and a cold breath passed from the hilt of the sword into my palm.

Soon, the flame burning in me was much more suppressed.

Just as Murong Shun was about to slash at the door in front of me with one palm, I suddenly picked up the bloody sword and swung it upward.

Murong Shun only cared about giving me the heaviest blow, and he tried his best, but he didn't have the slightest defensive move. The sword swung at his slashing wrist, a flash of scarlet light, followed by a splattery of blood.

Murong Shun's hand was cut off. He clutched his severed hand and howled in pain. His eyes were full of pain, remorse, and hatred that went deep into his bones.

"Come, come!" Murong Shun shouted. In an instant, dozens of people surrounded me.

Murong Shun was supported by others, and the blood on his broken arm was pouring out, and the blue bricks under his feet were quickly dyed red.

"Kill, kill him, kill him!" Murong Shun roared.

However, dozens of people just stood like that, and not a single person dared to step forward. Most of them are even retreating!

Because they saw a devil. A bloodied, hideous-faced devil with a bloodied sword! a devil who had suffered from the burning of his body and awakened in a moment of respite after struggling. There is not a place in the heart of this devil, in his eyes, and even in every drop of blood, that is not filled with anger—the wrath of murder.

I am the devil.

"Lotus, lotus, blood lotus!" a man exclaimed at me.

The cry was filled with fear, and it was pierced by fear. I rushed to him with my sword in my hand, and with a swing of my sword, I cut off his head. Blood splattered all over the Blood Sword, and the Blood Sword seemed to be a flower nourished by rain and dew, and every inch of the blade was particularly bright red.

Murong Shun didn't know if he was frightened or because of excessive blood loss, his whole face was bloodless, he was paralyzed as if he had no bones, and he was supported by three or four people and retreated again and again.

Kill!

Kill him!

There was a voice ringing in my ears. Without even thinking about it, the horizontal sword stabbed at him.

Just as the Blood Sword was about to pierce Murong Shun's body, a blue light suddenly flashed from an unknown place. A soft blue light, like a slight wave in the deep pool of clear water, seems to be weak, but it contains great strength.

The green mang sword connected with me, and I was shocked by the blue light.

Murong Shun picked up a life, he was already terrified, and he sat down on the ground completely, and when three or five people lifted him up together, in addition to the dripping blood, there was still a pool of liquid like water on the ground.

In the fourteenth year of Shaoxing, the night of the middle yuan.

The streets of Lin'an Mansion are cold and cold, there are no people, and the atmosphere is gloomy and terrifying.

But in the guest room on the second floor of the Louqin Inn, there is laughter and excitement. That night, Li Xiaoqian and I sat cross-legged on the bed, and he deliberately scared me and told me ghost stories.

Suddenly, Bai Jingxing floated into the room from the window like a white phantom, hanging upside down on the beam, hanging down three feet of white hair, making Li Xiaoqian squatting on the ground in fright, wetting a large area of urine.

Then I asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

Mr. Li said his faucet had crashed.

This incident made me laugh at him for many years...... That night, Murong Shun was also present.

At that time, I was powerless, and I was often ridiculed and teased

, will be filled with righteous indignation at every turn, but can only be righteous indignation and helpless.

At that time, many people laughed at me for being stupid, no one would call me "Ji League Master" or "Ji Daxia", and few people in the rivers and lakes knew my name.

However, now that I think about it, the ordinariness at that time was not a kind of joy.

It's really ridiculous to say, Murong Shun's bubble of urine evokes a memory that has been passed for the first time in six years, and the people in this memory and their laughter touched the soft corners of my heart.

The anger that filled my blood suddenly disappeared, and the cold breath that had been continuously fed into my body from the Blood Sword seemed to have been drained away, and I instantly regained my senses.

I looked at my bloodied hands and suddenly felt scared.

Once, how unwilling I was to hurt someone's life. Even if they looked down on me, they despised me, they laughed at me, even if I was furious, I just wanted to beat those people up and get angry, and for a moment I thought about who I was going to kill?

What's wrong with me now?

My hands have been stained with the blood of too many people. Even though some of them are guilty of great sin themselves.

When the cold breath of the Blood Sword completely faded from my body, the burning heat that the fiery palm injected into my blood quickly awakened, and I felt like I had fallen into a sea of fire, burning inside, unbearable.

In the mist, I saw a gray shadow leaping into the air from outside the crowd, and a one-armed young man, holding a blue sword, stood proudly.

His eyes were determined and resolute, and he glared at all of them like a ferocious beast.

"Thirteen......" I called his name.

Yu 13 did not agree. He slung the blue light sword to his waist and held my crumbling body with the only remaining hand.

I asked, "Why are you here?"

Yu 13 said: "I have been following you all along. ”

"Why?" I asked him, "didn't you say you don't owe me anything?"

Yu 13 said: "My mother told me that I can't owe others a favor. I've always wanted to pay it back, but then I realized that some friendships can never be repaid. ”

At that moment, I was sincerely proud to have such a little apprentice. Once, I only thought that his personality was as hard as a rock, and he was ruthless and decisive, but for the first time, I found out that he was so affectionate.

Yu 13 pulled me back and whispered, "Let's go." ”

Walk?!

At this time, we were already surrounded by a hundred and ten disciples of the Crescent Moon Mountain Villa. They saw that I had regained consciousness, badly wounded, and beyond what I could do. And I just cut off Murong Shun's hand, these people will not let go of this great opportunity to make meritorious contributions.

I said, "Go away and leave me alone." ”

Yu 13 shook his head and said, "Let's go together." ”

As soon as we finished speaking, several people suddenly rushed towards us. There are a lot of martial arts in Crescent Villa, eighteen kinds of weapons, palms, fists, legs, and all kinds of moves come to us together.

Yu Thirteen pushed me back, pulled out the blue light sword from my waist, and swept it across my hand. A turquoise sword qi swept out in the shape of a crescent, forcing the few people who rushed up to fight back.

A few people couldn't dodge and were killed by the sword qi, and their bodies were drenched in blood, and they fell to the ground with serious injuries.

"The sword is well practiced. I couldn't help but compliment him.

Yu 13 glanced at me and said unceremoniously, "That's nature!"

2.

The Qingguang Sword exerted great power in Yu Shisan's hands, his sword blade was like rain, like a dense bamboo forest, impermeable to the wind, and the hundred and ten disciples of the Crescent Moon Villa were eager to try, but none of them could get close.

Yu Thirteen swung his sword like this, and at the same time protected me from the backyard of Crescent Villa. He escorted me into the cloister, where more than a hundred people crowded into the narrow cloister and made it even more powerful.

Yu 13 saw the opportunity, slashed a few swords at a few pillars on the corridor, then turned around and pulled me, and quickly rushed into the backyard.

With a "boom", the section of the corridor where Yu Shisan cut off the pillar collapsed, blocking the way for later generations. We were able to catch our breath and fumble in the backyard, but we couldn't find our way out.

There are no mountains and forests around the Crescent Villa, so in order to strengthen the defense, the wall is built very high. In normal times, such a thing as going over the wall and being admitted to the hospital, no matter how high it is, it is not a problem. But at this time, I was seriously injured, not to mention using light exercises, even the few steps from the front yard to the back yard felt very difficult.

Seeing that the people of Crescent Moon Villa were about to rush into the backyard, in a hurry, Yu Shisan, I and I got into the east of the backyard

A seemingly old room in the south corner was hidden.

The room looked like it hadn't been inhabited for a long time. There was a thick layer of dust on the tables, chairs and benches in the room, and the room was very cold and filled with a pungent musty smell.

"Search room by room, don't let them escape!"

There was a loud bang outside the house, and the people outside could be heard trying to find us even if they were going to turn the backyard of Crescent Moon Villa upside down.

I said to Yu Thirteen, "I can't do it anymore, you can go quickly." With your martial arts, there is no problem in escaping by yourself, but if you take me with you, you and I will definitely die. ”

Yu Thirteen didn't speak, just shook his head.

The voices outside the house were getting clearer and clearer, and I knew they were getting closer and closer to this room.

"Did you find it?"

"No! only this room is missing. ”

"I'll go in and search!"

"No! You can't enter this room without the owner's orders. ”

"It's a critical moment, I can't care so much!"

"No! The old farmer's last order must not be violated! A few of you are guarding here, so I'll go and ask the owner!"

......

I can hear that this dilapidated house is very special, and the people outside seem to be so afraid that they dare not enter without permission. Yu Thirteen and I are temporarily at peace.

I let out a long sigh of relief, but the burning sensation that followed made me feel painful.

Yu 13 hurriedly used his skills to heal my wounds, but as soon as his palm touched me, he pulled back as if he had been stabbed.

"It's so hot!" Yu 13 exclaimed.

I said, "You don't have to worry about me. I can still hold it. "Actually, it's already painful to the extreme. If it weren't for the fact that there was still a threat outside the door, I was afraid that I would pass out if I was relieved at this time.

"How's my swordsmanship?" Yu Thirteen suddenly asked me.

I knew he was deliberately trying to divert the conversation and get my attention to help relieve my pain. Although his method did not work, I still forced it to say to him, "Very good." When I was your age, I wasn't as powerful as you. ”

Yu Thirteen barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

"Qingyun's swordsmanship was actually passed on to outsiders, how can you deal with the dead Bai Zhangmen!"

Suddenly, I heard a question coming from above me. I looked up, and saw a man in a blue shirt standing high above the beams of the roof. The wind blew in through the holes in the roof, ruffling his clothes and hair, like a dashing knight.

However, he is not a chivalrous man.

Although he does have the demeanor of this hero, just like Bai Jingxing back then, he gives people a sense of awe at a glance. But the person in front of him is a complete villain.

"Easy to be careful!" I was surprised, "so you're really here." ”

Yi was careful to bear his hands, and a little yellow sorghum on his feet fell suddenly. He's grown up and has a lot more maturity than he was when I last saw him four years ago.

At that time, he often wore an unpredictable smile, and now he is easy to be careful, and his expression is even more unfathomable.

"Haven't you been looking for me all along?" Yi carefully smiled faintly, "I'm in front of you now." Can you tell me what matters when you've traveled all over the world to find me?"

I looked for him, but I felt that he knocked Chen Boyang down the Hidden Dragon Stream, which was the beginning of all these changes, so I wanted to seek revenge from him.

But now, when I retreat from that madness, I feel bored.

What if you kill him?

Satsuki won't be coming back either. Now I have traveled all over the rivers and lakes, going around and around, killing so many people's lives, but I have forgotten that my original intention should be to find Shu Yao.

But now that I've met, I have a little doubt, which may only be answered by Yi Careful.

I asked him, "You were the one who knocked Chen Boyang down the Hidden Dragon Stream that day?"

Yi Cheng smiled slightly and said, "Not bad." ”

I asked, "What kind of hatred do you have with him, and why do you want to kill him?" ”

Yi carefully smiled and said, "There is no hatred between me and Chen Boyang. I didn't mean to kill him. ”

I asked, "So what are you for?"

Yi Jing still has a smile that is neither deep nor shallow, blurry and deep. He stared at me with a pair of piercing eyes, slowly walked up to me, put his ear close to me, and said softly, "Of course...... It's for you!"