In the courtyard, under the corner of the wall, Xue Xiaolian looked up at the sky and muttered, "The arrow rain has stopped." ”

Murong Xue also seemed to notice something, and said in a deep voice: "Listen carefully, there is a sound of shouting and killing." ”

Hearing this, Xu Zijiao woke up like a dream and listened quietly.

The sea breeze whistling, and the fire crackled by the wind. In addition, there was a faint sound of shouting and killing from a distance.

Xiahou Ba said loudly: "I'll take a look." As soon as the words fell, the figure flashed, and he had swept up the roof, and he was stunned.

Xue Xiaolian asked casually, "Brother Xiahou, what's going on outside?"

Xiahou Ba looked strange and said lightly: "He made a move." ”

seemed to be a headless sentence, but the rest of the people instantly understood.

The figure flickered, and the other eleven people also flew up to the roof, and when they looked up, they saw a cyan figure holding a rusty long sword swimming back and forth in the crowd, and behind him, corpses were strewn all over the ground.

By this time, nearly a thousand archers had already lost more than half of their dead and wounded.

It's hard to imagine on your own.

Xue Xiaolian frowned slightly, and muttered: "It's so terrible for him to kill people!"

Murong Xue's face changed slightly, and she secretly said in her heart: Sure enough, he is even more terrifying than the rumors. It's just that why did he make a move?

On the roof, surprised, dazed, convinced.

Hu Tiehan smiled sadly and looked at Xu Zijiao.

Xu Zijiao couldn't help but be slightly moved, as if she wanted to speak, but she didn't.

On the low mountain, Nangong Liuyun's face bloomed with brilliance, and he muttered to himself, "He seems to have touched that threshold." ”

Wu Tian's face was gloomy, and he said coldly: "I don't believe that he can kill thousands of Penglai disciples on his own." ”

Nangong Liuyun said lightly: "He doesn't have to kill thousands of Penglai disciples at all. Of course, if he wanted to, it wasn't impossible, but it just took a little more time. ”

At the moment, on Penglai Island, if Nangong Liuyun is still in its heyday, Yanshan can be left; Wu Tian also has the strength to fight, but he may not be able to leave Yanshan; of course, if Xu Zijiao and his party join forces, they may be able to kill Yanshan. But at this time, the masters of the two sides held each other back. If Yan Shan is willing, it only takes a few days to kill thousands of Penglai disciples on his own.

Suddenly, Yan Shan woke up like a dream, his eyes were like torches, and he chanted loudly:

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, and be fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad.

Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing. When the courtiers hate, when will they perish. Driving a long car is broken, and Helan Mountain is lacking. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. ”

At the same time, he used the sword as a pen to write down ninety-three characters and seven hundred and eleven strokes, which were born of fiction and reality, and contained the way of life and death.

After the song "Man Jianghong" was chanted, nearly 500 people died on the spot.

Unconsciously, the expressions of the Penglai disciples became trance-like, their eyes became dull, and their minds were blank.

Gradually, the anger turned to numbness, and after that, the heart was like ashes.

On the low mountain, Wu Tian was shocked and angry, his right hand was already holding the hilt of the knife, ready to strike at any time.

On the ridge, dumbfounded, incredulous, and with an inexplicable fear.

Xu Zijiao's eyes were slightly closed, and she couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

Suddenly, Yan Shan left an afterimage in the crowd, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

From extreme fear to extreme anger, and from extreme anger to mental numbness, the tense nerves instantly relaxed, stunned, confused, and relieved, and all the Penglai children collapsed to the ground with weak legs.

On the low mountain, Nangong Liuyun and Wu Tian both looked at a dense forest.

On the ridge of the roof, all eyes converge in one place, which is also the dense forest.

In that dense forest, Yan Shan leaned against a big tree, his face was pale, and he was panting heavily. The rusty sword was still held tightly in his hand, and at some point, the rust was a little less.

Not far away, a tall old man was staring at Yan Shan with a complicated expression, it was the third elder. He said coldly: "What kind of hatred do the children of Penglai have with you?"

Yan Shan couldn't help but smile bitterly. He didn't say a word, just silently exercised his pranayama.

The third elder groaned slightly, and then said, "I understand, you are helping the eldest lady to break the siege, but this method is a little too cruel. Is it true that in your eyes, life is really as cheap as a mustard? They also have parents and relatives, are you really hard-hearted?" He took advantage of the situation to take a step forward.

Yan Shan still didn't say a word. He did not explain, because in his opinion, those who understand do not need to explain, and those who do not understand, it is in vain to explain.

The Third Elder's gaze became cold, and he was about to take the second step forward, but he was stunned, just because he saw that the rusty long sword was still tightly held in Yan Shan's hand. Only then did he understand that for Yanshan, silence was just silence, and it was by no means speechless, and it had nothing to do with secretly repenting. He believed that as long as he took two more steps forward, Yan Shan would definitely make a move without a trace of hesitation.

In a trance, a picture flashed through his mind: he attacked with a desperate palm, and there was a tendency to overwhelm the mountains and seas. But the rusty sword slashed through his throat with a casual swing......

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

He sighed and turned away.

Yan Shan breathed a sigh of relief. He jumped onto a large tree and sat lazily on the branch. The sunlight sprinkled on his face through the gaps between the leaves, and he was no longer childish, but heroic.

On the roof, Xu Zijiao calmed down a little, and then secretly used her true strength, raised her voice and said, "Wu Tian, do you dare to fight me to the death?"

On the low mountain, Wu Tianlang laughed loudly: "Why don't you dare?" He paused for a moment, and then said, "What can you do if you win or lose?"

Xu Zijiao once again raised the dragon-shaped jade pendant above her head, and said in a deep voice: "This dragon-shaped jade pendant is a token of the owner of Penglai Island. You and I fight, defeat is death, and the winner can hold this dragon-shaped jade pendant and become the real master of Penglai Island. ”

Wu Tian laughed and said, "That's very good!"

At this time, Nangong Liuyun had an inexplicable worry in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "This eldest lady is extremely deep in the city, Brother Wu must not underestimate the enemy!"

Wu Tian smiled lightly: "This girl grew up with me, her wisdom is unparalleled, but her roots and bones are very ordinary." Still, I won't give her any chances. As he spoke, he spread out and ran towards the mansion.

Dozens of figures followed, walking calmly and quickly, all of them were first-class masters.

After a while, Wu Tian stopped in the open space in front of the house. Behind him, dozens of first-class masters looked indifferent, not angry and arrogant.

The figure flickered, and Xu Zijiao fell down, standing opposite Wu Tian. Behind her, eleven people were heroic and imposing.

Wu Tian held a severed-backed mountain chopping knife in his hand and took seven steps forward with a calm expression.

Xu Zijiao was holding a long sword in her hand, and she also took seven steps forward, bowed slightly, and said lightly: "You are an elder, I call him by his name, it is really disrespectful, and I hope to forgive my sins!"

Wu Tian said casually: "The children of the rivers and lakes are not informal, what is the crime?"

Xu Zijiao smiled, saluted again, and said lightly: "Back then, my father had planned to give up the position of the island master to you, but today I want to take it back, it is really unfilial, I hope to forgive me!"

Wu Tian said with a smile: "The position of the island master, there are capable people living in it, it doesn't matter." ”

Xu Zijiao smiled sadly and muttered: "Penglai Island is a place of seclusion, lonely overseas, and a pure land. But for your own selfishness, you have killed your siblings and brothers, and let countless Penglai children bury their bones in other places, which is really an unforgivable crime. Today, I will kill you to comfort the dead!"

Wu Tian also smiled sadly, looked back at the corpses everywhere, and said slowly: "You and I fight, no matter who survives, they can't die in vain." ”

That's a great statement. For Xu Zijiao, killing Yanshan will be revenge, and she will pay a heavy price; if she doesn't kill Yanshan, how can she face countless Penglai disciples?

Xu Zijiao's expression remained unchanged, and she said lightly: "The children of Penglai will never die in vain." As the words fell, she took three more steps forward.

Wu Tian frowned slightly, not knowing why.

At this moment, Xu Zijiao fell to her knees.

In this situation, everyone present was dumbfounded.

Her eyes became blurred, as if she was caught in a memory, and said softly: "In the past, Uncle Wu loved Xue'er very much, and on the lonely peak, he even saved Xue'er's life regardless of the danger. The great kindness and virtue cannot be repaid, please Uncle Wu to be worshiped by Xue'er!"

The love is sincere and moving.

As she spoke, she gave a deep salute.

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless?

Wu Tian was just about to go to help, when suddenly, a chill surged into his heart. He sighed softly and remained silent.

There was silence, save for the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

After a long time, Xu Zijiao slowly stood up. His forehead, shirt, and knees were covered with mud, but he still couldn't hide his delicate face. She looked at Wu Tian, her eyes were as clear as water, and she said softly, "Uncle Wu, please!"

At this time, Wu Tian had mixed feelings in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Xue'er, please!"

Xu Zijiao smiled and walked forward slowly.

One step, two steps, three steps......

Wu Tian had doubts, but he was not afraid. He pressed his hand to the hilt of his sword, ready to attack.

Suddenly, I saw a flash of knife light.

The severed-backed chopping knife was still in its sheath, and Wu Tian had been split in half from top to bottom, and he died on the spot.

Xu Zijiao held a long sword in her hand, the body of the sword was as thin as a cicada's wings, and there was a faint cold air surrounding it.

This is obviously a sword, how can it emit sword light?

Seeing this scene, everyone present was stunned, unbelievable.

Yan Shan smiled indifferently and seemed to understand. Whether it is the knife in Nangong Aogu's hand or the sword in Xu Zijiao's hand, they are all carefully crafted for that type of magic knife.

As Wu Tian said, Xu Zijiao is ordinary, but if she wants to kill her opponent, a magic knife is enough. For two whole years, she only practiced that type of magic knife, although there was a form and no god, but if she could seize the opportunity, it would be enough to kill Wu Tian.

For this opportunity, she took great pains.

In this battle, she won.

Her expression was calm, her eyes were as clear as water, and she couldn't even make a wave.

Looking at that delicate face, Yan Shan couldn't help but shudder.

On the low mountain, Nangong Liuyun groaned: "This eldest lady seems to be more terrifying than Yanshan!"