The night is not over, the dawn is coming, and it is the darkest hour of the day.

Xu Zijiao looked at the lonely peak from afar and muttered to herself, "It's about to dawn." ”

Murong Xue smiled and said, "Good sister, with us, it will be fine." ”

While speaking, the four little heroes of Jiangnan, the three brothers and sisters of the Xue family, Bai Suxin, Leng Yuxin, Nangong Aogu and Hu Tiehan all stood beside Xu Zijiao.

Xu Zijiao didn't speak, just smiled and nodded.

A cool sea breeze swept in his face, caressing the strands of hair. My hair was messy, but my heart was calm.

They know what they're up against, but so what?

They looked silently at the eastern sky, as if waiting for something.

Before you know it, the sky seems to light up a little. The eastern horizon is slightly orange-yellow. As time passed, the orange-yellow color continued to spread and became more and more intense, and the place where the water and sky met became purple.

Time is the most ruthless, because it is ruthless, so stick to it.

Gradually, the sun poked out of his forehead, and his forehead was red, and there was no light. Little by little, it rises from the surface of the sea, very persistent. Finally, it jumped out of the sea as if relieved, round, red, and lovely. In an instant, it glows so brightly that you can't open your eyes. The clouds next to it are also gilded.

The beautiful scenery of the good day is the day, whose courtyard is the pleasure?

Xu Zijiao smiled, greeted the sun, and strode forward.

The other eleven laughed too, smiling brightly. Without hesitation, they followed.

A group of twelve people walked out of the house, although they were mentally prepared, but they couldn't help but be secretly frightened when they really faced it.

There are a sea of people in all directions, all holding swords and waiting for the battle.

Xu Zijiao was about to speak.

Suddenly, the sound of arrows breaking through the air shattered the silence of the morning.

Seeing this, they couldn't help but gasp. The figure flickered, and they retreated back into the courtyard.

Obviously, someone didn't want to give Xu Zijiao a chance to speak.

A dense rain of arrows fell, and a chaotic sound rang in my ears.

There was another sound of arrows breaking through the air, and a faint light of fire streaked across the sky.

The next moment, fires broke out in the courtyard and spread rapidly.

Xue Xiaolian was so anxious that she shouted, "Sister Xu, let's kill it!"

Xu Zijiao looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry. As she spoke, she flew up to the roof, secretly used her true strength, and raised her voice: "Wu Tian, I only want to fight you to the death!" The voice was crisp and loud, with a faint sense of intimidating majesty. At some point, she had a simple dragon-shaped jade pendant between her fingers, raised it above her head, shining in the sun.

At this time, on a low mountain, two middle-aged men stood side by side, it was the Hundred Step Divine Fist Nangong Liuyun and Penglai Island Lord Wu Tian.

Nangong Liuyun said lightly: "It turns out that this jade pendant is really in her hand." ”

Wu Tianwei groaned, frowned, and said, "Could it be that Xu Xing's inexplicable disappearance has something to do with this little girl?" But at that time, she was only seventeen years old!"

Nangong Liuyun chuckled and said, "Then you underestimate Xu Xing too much!"

On the fork of a big tree, a man in Tsing Yi looked strange and muttered to himself: "Dragon-shaped jade pendant, Xu Zijiao, Xu shopkeeper, could it be ......" Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something, although it was unbelievable, but it was reasonable. This person is Yanshan.

I saw a figure flashing, and there were two more people on the roof, it was Murong Xue and Dongfang Wentian. They wielded their long swords, which were impermeable, and all the feathered arrows fell at their feet.

Xu Zijiao's face changed slightly, and she continued: "Wu Tian, if you don't fight, I will crush this dragon-shaped jade pendant. ”

On the low mountain, Nangong Liuyun muttered: "This jade pendant is very important, and there is no room for the slightest mistake. ”

Wu Tian smiled lightly: "Mr. Nangong, don't worry, she will never do that." ”

The rain of arrows continued, and the fire grew stronger.

Seeing that the other party was indifferent, Xu Zijiao scolded in her heart: What an old fox! She looked as usual, and said softly: "Sister Xue'er, Brother Dongfang, let's go down." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw a figure flickering, and the three of them had already come to the corner.

Murong Xue said in a deep voice: "Good sister, when you break it, you will break it!"

Xu Zijiao groaned: "Sister Xue'er, when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, let me think about it again." ”

At this time, with their physical skills, they can completely avoid the rain of arrows and kill into the crowd, but then what? Can they really kill thousands of Penglai's disciples? What's more, I don't know how many masters are still waiting for their work......

The Great Elder did not appear, and probably never will......

She had to calm herself.

At this moment, a cyan figure had already entered the crowd, it was Yan Shan. He wielded the rusty sword and walked back and forth through the crowd in a strange trajectory, as fast as a ghost. Every time a sword is swung, it is the sharpest tip of the sword that cuts through the throat that is most likely to be fatal, simple and direct, and a sword kills.

The sword is a weapon that exists purely for the purpose of killing, the king of a hundred soldiers, the supreme and noble, once unsheathed, you must go all out. Ruthlessness under the sword, this is the minimum respect, both for the sword itself, and for the opponent.

Perhaps, only such swordsmanship can truly interpret the true meaning of the sword.

Once, he killed people like chopping melons and vegetables, barbaric and rude.

Later, he killed people like picking flowers and breaking leaves, relaxed and comfortable.

Nowadays, killing seems to have become an instinct. Murder is just murder, and it has nothing to do with conscience, let alone human emotions.

Yan Shan laughed at himself, and there was no trace of turmoil in his heart.

The rusty sword was like a hell's scythe, reaping life.

In just a few moments, dozens of Penglai disciples had fallen to the ground.

Seeing this situation, all the Penglai disciples were frightened. There is a fear that goes straight to the depths of the soul, terrible, but powerless to resist.

On the low mountain, Wu Tian's face changed greatly, and he muttered, "Who is this person?

It's really apt to describe it as terrible.

Nangong Liuyun looked at the rusty long sword and sighed lightly: "He is Yanshan." ”

Wu Tian couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and asked casually, "How did he appear here?"

Nangong Liuyun shook his head and said lightly: "He is indeed terrifying! If it weren't for the fact that his internal injuries have not healed, I would have liked to fight him." Speaking of this, he muttered in his heart: life and death battle.

Wu Tian didn't speak anymore, just quietly looked at the rusty long sword.

People keep falling.

The love of comrades, the righteousness of brothers, and the scenes of the past continue to emerge in my mind.

Gradually, fear turned to anger, and then, anger burned.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

......

Tears rolled down her eyes and her eyes red.

The Penglai disciples held their blades in their hands, and flocked to Yanshan like crazy, like moths to a fire, like eggs hitting stones, but they were indomitable, and they regarded death as home.

Yan Shan's expression was indifferent, his eyes were sometimes blurred, sometimes empty, and he seemed to have forgotten everything......

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