Seeing the old man in Tsing Yi, Mrs. Qi's eyes bloomed.

The fight continues, destined to never end.

The four of them bypassed the battle circle and came to Mrs. Qi.

Mrs. Qi was just about to speak.

The old man in Tsing Yi hurriedly stopped and said softly: "Don't speak." At the same time, he pressed Mrs. Qi's vest with his right palm and put the source of true qi into Mrs. Qi's body.

After a while, Mrs. Qi took a deep breath, tears flashed faintly in her eyes, and said softly: "Big brother." ”

The old man in Tsing Yi was desolate, and said in a deep voice: "Xiaolian, the eldest brother is late. ”

Mrs. Qi smiled indifferently and said softly: "This is Xiaolian's own choice, and the eldest brother doesn't need to blame himself." ”

The old man in Tsing Yi sighed lightly: "In a blink of an eye, ten years have passed. Xiaolian, do you still complain about your eldest brother?"

Mrs. Qi shook her head slightly, and said softly: "Actually, Xiaolian has never complained about her eldest brother. Back then, it was Leng Feng who was arrogant and wanted to overpower Heavenly Sword Villa, but for this reason, he did not hesitate to turn against his eldest brother. ”

The old man in Tsing Yi muttered: "Actually, the eldest brother should have thought that with Leng Feng's character, he must win, and if he loses, he will die. If the eldest brother was present, he might not have ended up in such a field. ”

Mrs. Qi said lightly: "Leng Feng is arrogant, why not Liu Changsheng? That battle is destined to be a matter of life and death, not victory or defeat." ”

The old man in Tsing Yi sighed lightly and was silent.

Only then did the two men and one woman kneel on the ground, bow deeply to Mrs. Qi, and say in a deep voice: "Say hello to my aunt!"

Mrs. Qi felt a lot of emotion in her heart, and wanted to reach out to help, but she was powerless.

The girl hurriedly got up, replaced a woman, and supported Mrs. Qi.

Two men, one on the left and one on the right, guarded Mrs. Qi's side.

Mrs. Qi's name is Xue Lian, and she is the second lady of Xue Jiazhuang.

The old man in Tsing Yi is named Xue Qing, Xue Lian's eldest brother, and the owner of Xuejiazhuang.

The two men and one woman are both Xue Qing's heirs, named Xue Li, Xue Wu and Xue Xiaolian.

Back then, Qi Lengfeng held an ink sword and defeated seven famous masters in the rivers and lakes in a row.

At that time, Liu Changsheng, the owner of Tianjian Mountain Villa, was already famous all over the world and was in the limelight.

Qi Lengfeng was so famous that he wanted to challenge Liu Changsheng.

Xue Qing is Qi Lengfeng's brother-in-law, and he is also Liu Changsheng's eight-worship friend. He knew in his heart that this battle was about the reputation of the two great families, and no one could afford to lose. Therefore, he tried his best to dissuade Qi Lengfeng, and did not hesitate to cut off his robe and threaten to break his righteousness.

Who knows, Qi Lengfeng was angry, and he swore to the sky, broke off with Xue Qingen, and never got along with each other.

That battle came as promised.

Xue Qing didn't go, and Qi Lengfeng died in battle.

Since then, the three major families have no contact.

Scenes from the past keep coming back to my mind, very real, as if it happened yesterday......

Unconsciously, there were tears flashing in Xue Qing's eyes, and so did Xue Lian.

At this time, dozens of figures poured into the Qi Mansion.

The leader was a tall old man in a blue shirt, his face was sinking like water, and he was menacing. Behind him, there was a middle-aged man in a green shirt and a long shirt, who was Zhao Zhenshan, the dart head of the Red Flag Dart Bureau.

The old man in the blue shirt is named Zhao Wanqi, and he is the head of the Red Flag Dart Bureau.

On this trip, the elite of the Red Flag Dart Bureau was exhausted, and its intention was self-evident.

Seeing the Red Flag Dart Bureau and his party, Xue Lian was overjoyed.

Xue Qing frowned.

In the battle circle, there are still swords and swords.

Before I knew it, there were more than a hundred more corpses.

Liu Ruobai had three more wounds on his body, although they did not hurt the vital point, but they were dripping with blood. He was mortally wounded, and he was at the end of his crossbow.

A figure came.

It's Yanshan.

He held the rusty long sword tightly, protecting Liu Ruobai in front of him, and no one could take half a step beyond the thunder pool.

Liu Ruobai clenched the Heavenly Fury Sword and knelt on one knee, looking indifferent.

Yan Shan said to Liu Ruobai with the technique of transmitting sound into the secret: "Brother Liu, hurry up and breathe." ”

Liu Ruobai just glanced at Yan Shan, and then sat cross-legged on the spot, his eyes slightly closed, and he exercised his pranayama. However, his right hand still held the Sword of Heavenly Fury.

The internal injuries have not healed, they have not slept endlessly, and they have fought viciously, and Yanshan is only struggling to support.

At the beginning, he relied on his body to kill one person in three steps, as if he was in a no-man's land.

But at this moment, he wants to protect Liu Ruobai, so he can only fight hard.

With a "dang" sound, a long sword was broken in two, but the rusty long sword was not damaged at all.

Yan Shan only felt that the tiger's mouth was numb.

The three of them attacked Liu Ruobai at the same time.

The rusty sword slashed through the throats of the two of them, severing off one of the sword-holding hands, blood splattering.

Sweat ran down his cheeks, mingled with blood, and soaked his clothes.

Physical and internal forces are almost dry.

However, Yan Shan still insisted, so stubborn that he refused to fall.

At the intersection of eyes, there is a delicate and slightly immature face, with an indomitable sharpness in the blazing eyes.

Meng Tian's right hand clenched the hilt of the sword, and his gaze became cold.

......

The rusty sword was pulled from a woman's chest, and the fight stopped.

Yan Shan knelt on one knee, holding his sword in his hand, still stubborn and unwilling to fall.

Silence, deathly silence.

No one spoke, as if they were waiting for something.

Xue Lian knew in her heart that Xue Qing was here just to save her, and because of her deep origins, Xue Qing would never make a move. Therefore, she set her sights on Zhao Wanqi.

Zhao Wanqi sighed and said slowly: "Little brother is the Yanshan Yan Sect Master?"

Yan Shan nodded slightly.

Zhao Wanqi sighed lightly: "Sect Master Yan is a masterpiece in the world, why bother?"

Yan Shan said softly: "Because Brother Liu is my friend. "It's soft, but it's loud.

Zhao Wanqi groaned: "Sect Master Yan really wants to kill himself?"

Yan Shan said lightly: "If you want to kill Brother Liu, kill me first." ”

The words are simple, but they are deeply moving.

Liu Ruobai's expression was still the same, and he didn't seem to have a trace of waves.

Zhao Wanqi's expression was complicated and he was undecided.

Xue Lian said softly: "If Mr. Zhao's dart head can avenge the Qi Mansion, the Qi family will take Mr. Zhao's dart head in the future." ”

It's definitely a temptation of enough weight.

The Red Flag Dart Bureau is expected to become the first martial arts family in the Daimyo Mansion.

Zhao Wanqi was tempted.

Seeing this situation, Yan Shan immediately made a decision and said to Meng Tian with the technique of transmitting sound into the secret: "Tian'er, kill him." ”

Meng Tian said to Yan Shan with the technique of transmitting sound into the secret: "Brother Yan, Tian'er is sure that she will be killed with one blow." ”

There is no need for any reason, it is an absolute trust.

Meng Tian smiled sadly, and said in a deep voice: "If you want to seek the heart of the ancient benevolent people, or do the opposite, why not? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad about yourself, worry about the people when you live in the temple, and worry about the king when you are far away from the rivers and lakes." It is a worry about advancing and a worry about retreating. But when will it be happy? It will be said: The worries of the world are worried, and the joys of the world are happy. Weisi people, who am I with the return? A song of joy and sorrow, telling all the things of life. ”

When the words fell, her eyes became dim, her expression was sad, her body was in harmony with the Tao, as if she was one with all things in heaven and earth, and the grass and trees were sad, and the wind and clouds changed color.

In this situation, everyone present changed color.

The sword of sorrow is out of its sheath.

Meng Tian stabbed out with a sword, which seemed to be unremarkable, but it had an irresistible magic. When the sword blade passed, the grass and trees withered in an instant, which was strange and unpredictable.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

She was as swift as the wind, turned into a phantom, and then vanished, as if she had become one with the sword of sorrow.

The Sword of Sorrow suddenly turned into a soft light, as fast as lightning, and unstoppable.

Zhao Wanqi came back to his senses and hurriedly waved his palm to meet him.

The next moment, the soft light pierced through the palm of the palm and sank into the heart.

In disbelief, life came to an abrupt end.

Meng Tian knelt on one knee, holding the sword of sorrow in his hand, his face pale. Her expression was sad, her eyes were dark, and her crystal tears glittered with endless sorrow.

Sadness and sword intent, the unity of human and sword, one blow will kill.

Zhao Wanqi didn't expect it at all, and no one would have thought that Yan Shan would strike first.

They would never have imagined that a seemingly harmless girl would be so decisive.

There are things that they simply won't understand.