Chaotianque, backyard, hexagonal pavilion.

Brother Wanyan sat quietly at the stone table, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, a man in gray climbed into the courtyard wall and tiptoed into the hexagonal pavilion. Not long ago, it was this person who reported the news of the Black Tiger Hall's attack to Meng Fang, Sima Changfeng and Hua Feike. He knelt on the ground and arched his hand: "See the general!"

Brother Wanyan said casually: "Get up and talk back." ”

Only then did the man in gray get up and replied: "General, I faintly saw Sima Changfeng hiding some things in this hexagonal pavilion. ”

Brother Wanyan nodded slightly, thoughtful.

He stood up and paced back and forth in the hexagonal pavilion.

The internal force perceives the ground through the soles of the feet.

After a while, he realized that he stopped on a bluestone slab.

Then, he removed his feet, bent down and squatted, and tapped a stone slab next to him with his right palm, and the bluestone slab that he had just stopped on popped up. He took the bluestone slab with his left hand, and saw a ball of white silk under the bluestone slab, which seemed to be wrapped in something.

He took out the white silk and put the bluestone slab back in its place, but it was no different from before, leaving no trace.

Bai Juan was wrapped in a piece of tiger-shaped jade pendant with a simple texture and a letter.

He casually played with the tiger-shaped jade pendant, and secretly thought: That day, in the arsenal of the Qin State, Yanshan obtained a turtle-shaped jade pendant, whose texture and color are exactly the same as this tiger-shaped jade pendant. The value of something that can be compared with the ancient gods is self-evident. He was overjoyed and took the tiger-shaped jade pendant into his arms.

After that, he opened the letter, and a line of handwriting came into view. He couldn't help muttering to himself, "It's really worth the trip!"

Seeing this, the gray-clothed man's face showed a look of joy.

Shangqing Taiping Palace back mountain, in front of the cave.

Yu Jackie Chan, Meng Fang and Hua Feike sat on the ground, their faces pale.

A faint desolation, a faint sadness.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

Finally, the last rays of the setting sun disappeared into the sky.

Hua Feike slowly closed his eyes, and his face showed a look of relief.

Meng Fang was aware of this, and called softly: "Flower Hero!"

Silence, deathly silence.

Yu Chenglong sighed lightly: "Hua Daxia has gone." ”

Meng Fang's eyes faintly flashed with tears, and he muttered to himself: "Hua Daxia, you really left like this......

In the night, a bonfire burns brightly.

Two people, three corpses, and five wine bowls, although they are separated by yin and yang, they are sincere.

This night, it is destined to be sleepless, it is better to get drunk.

A cold wind blew and the leaves rattled.

A few fallen leaves fell into the fire and burst into flames.

Perhaps, this little flame is insignificant, but there is no doubt that it was once brilliant.

The night will pass, and the dawn will come.

The sun is shining on the earth again, and a new day begins.

By a small river, Meng Tian and Shi Potian were roasting game by the fire.

Yan Shan gave Liu Ruobai the last pill and fed him some water.

Shi Potian said casually: "Brother Liu's complexion is much better, and he should be able to wake up soon." ”

Yan Shan smiled lightly: "Maybe Brother Liu has woken up." ”

Hearing this, Shi Potian and Meng Tian also seemed to notice something, and at the same time set their eyes on Liu Ruobai.

Liu Ruobai slowly opened his eyes, his gaze swept over the three of them, and he looked dazed, as if he had never known each other. However, when his gaze touched the Heavenly Fury Sword wrapped in black cloth, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Seeing this, the three of them were shocked.

Yan Shan seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly reached out to take the Heavenly Fury Sword.

At this moment, Liu Ruobai suddenly jumped up, waved his palm, and went straight to the door of Yanshan, as fast as lightning.

Yan Shan didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, his body flashed rapidly, leaving an afterimage in the same place. The next moment, he had already appeared three feet away, holding the rusty long sword in his hand.

At the same time, Liu Ruobai had already held the Heavenly Fury Sword in his hand.

A dark red long sword suddenly came out of its sheath, pointing at the sky, and the dark red sword body flashed with glittering blood, exuding an extremely terrifying aura.

Liu Ruobai looked at Yan Shan, his eyes were cold, and he said lightly: "Who are you?

Yan Shan's face changed greatly, and he said in a deep voice: "Brother Liu, I'm Yan Shan, quickly put down that magic sword!"

Liu Ruobai was thoughtful and muttered: "My surname is Liu, and your name is Yanshan, but I can't remember anything." However, I know that this sword, called Heavenly Fury, dominates the world, God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha. But why did you let me put it down? Could it be that you covet this magic weapon?"

Yan Shan didn't know how to explain it, and was stunned for a while.

Liu Ruobai looked at the rusty long sword again, and said with a light smile: "It's actually an ancient divine weapon, I don't know how it compares to the Heavenly Fury Sword?"

Yan Shan took a deep breath, calmed down a little, and said lightly: "What does Brother Liu think?"

Suddenly, Liu Ruobai seemed to notice something, and a touch of blood appeared in his eyes. He sneered, "You have a murderous aura on you, and you are more interested in me than this ancient divine weapon. If the Sword of Heavenly Wrath can drink your blood, it will be greatly powerful. ”

Yan Shan couldn't help but feel sad, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Liu really doesn't remember me?"

Liu Ruobai was slightly stunned, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Seeing this, Yan Shan said loudly: "Brother Liu really wants to kill Yan Shan?"

The blood in Liu Ruobai's eyes gradually faded, but suddenly, the blood became rich again. He said coldly: "Don't want to mess with my mind!" The words fell, and he swung out a sword and slashed towards the Yanshan front door, with an astonishing momentum.

Yan Shan held the rusty long sword tightly and flew to meet it. At the same time, he said to Meng Tian with the technique of transmitting sound into the secret: "Don't act rashly!"

The figures of the two were staggered, and the rusty long sword and the Heavenly Fury Sword kept colliding, and sparks suddenly bloomed, as bright as stars.

Seeing this situation, Meng Tian and Shi Potian were anxious, but they were helpless.

Liu Ruobai waved the Heavenly Fury Sword, the momentum was like thunder, domineering and fierce, and a sword shadow shrouded towards Yanshan. The heavy sword has no edge, pointing to the collapse of the sky, the cracking of the ground, and the horror is abnormal.

Yan Shan pinched the sword trick in his hand and walked in the shadow of the sword along a strange trajectory. A sword stabs out, attacking the enemy's place must be saved, the last to strike first, as fast as the wind, as fast as a ghost.

In the face of absolute power, the body and moves become pale and weak.

After only ten moves, Yanshan was already in danger.

However, Yan Shan was not afraid at all, responded calmly, and constantly dodged with the afterimage method, waiting for the opportunity to win with one blow.

Unconsciously, Yan Shan's expression became cold, his eyes were empty, his body continued to exude a strong murderous aura, and a terrifying killing intent was born in his heart.

This kind of terrifying killing intent spread in all directions, straight into the depths of Liu Ruobai's heart.

The body of the rusty long sword was surrounded by a rich blood-colored sword aura, which was eerie and terrifying.

Liu Ruobai's eyes were cold and deep, and the blood in his eyes became more and more intense. The dark red sword body continued to exude a rich blood-colored energy, and the blood-colored energy soared into the sky, spreading in all directions, and in an instant, the entire world turned pale red. He slashed down with a sword, lightning and thunder, faintly having the power to open the world.

Yan Shan stabbed out with a sword, like thunder, and he was indomitable.

At the same time, the sword of pathos has been unsheathed. Meng Tian's eyes were firm and resolute. Once Yan Shan died under Liu Ruobai's sword, she was desperate to kill Liu Ruobai and avenge Yan Shan.

The next moment, the blood-colored qi and the blood-colored sword qi collided violently, stirring up a circle of ripples and the qi dispersed in all directions, and wherever they passed, the sand flew away, and the grass and trees were broken.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Yan Shan's mouth, but he still held the rusty long sword tightly, his eyes were firm, and he looked at death as if he were at home.

The blood-colored energy suddenly dissipated, and the Heavenly Fury Sword came to an abrupt end above Yan Shan's head.

Meng Tian's eyes were firm and resolute. Once Yan Shan died under Liu Ruobai's sword, she was desperate to kill Liu Ruobai and avenge Yan Shan. - There is a feeling called desperation.

(End of chapter)