"Xuandao Machine, the person left behind by the Sky Sword Village?" Mo Xingxiao blinked his clear eyes, "It is said that he died in the fire, but under this dark prison, he has survived for ten years, and he is really not an ordinary person." ”

Xuan Daoji looked at Mo Xingxiao, although she was wearing a white dress, she looked out of place in this prison, but it was still difficult to hide her fluttering temperament, "Presumably this is the descendant of the Hidden Sect, Mo Xingxiao? I just can't figure out if it makes sense for you to spend so much effort just to save a dying man who has been isolated from the world for ten years?"

"Aren't you the same for the dying man?" Zhao Xinji raised his head, and a resolute gaze fell on Xuandao's body, making him feel uncomfortable. It's just a sixth-order cultivator, and he can't become a climate.

At this moment, a shivering killing intent arose spontaneously from the darkness, and the snow-white blade flickered with candle flames, marking the dawn of the eternal night under everyone's eyelids.

I saw Liu Jingkang's eyes wide, and his neck was pierced straight through the back of his neck by a slender small sword, the blade had not yet been pulled out, but the blood had already gushed out from the small gap, as if he was going to sprinkle the blood of his whole body all over this rancid prison.

Whoa!

Mo Xingxiao's sword intent burned, and the slender little sword suddenly pulled out, and at the same time, the figure behind Liu Jingkang dissipated without a trace in an instant, as if nothing had happened, but the sound of Liu Jingkang's body falling to the ground clearly echoed in all corners of the prison.

"The shadow of the Heavenly Prison Division, Pan Xuanbing!" this cold words spit out from Mo Xingxiao's mouth, obviously she still knew something about those things in the Heavenly Prison, but she didn't expect that Pan Xuanbing's attack would be so ruthless.

Compared to the day when Wei Qijian was rescued by the river, it really caught her off guard.

Zhao Xinji's expression was very calm, he slowly squatted down, closed Liu Jingkang's eyelids with a broad palm, the blood was already flowing all over the ground, and it looked a little terrifying under the dark light and shadow.

"He killed Wei Shichun, according to the laws of the dynasty, he should be beheaded!" Xuan Daoji said softly, his words were very quiet, but there was a very unusual battle intent, as if he could draw a sharp sword out of thin air at any time and directly take Zhao Xinji's head.

He was a sixth-order cultivator, but he was also a sixth-order cultivator who was seriously injured. With only one Mo Xingxiao, it is too reluctant.

In the gloomy cell, only the candle flame reflected three shadows on the ground.

"Do you regret it?" Xuan Daoji stared at Mo Xingxiao, "Stepping on this boat, have you ever thought that this is a lonely boat that may capsize at any time? ”

"You've read a lot in the past 10 years. Zhao Xinji got up from the ground and said, "I remember that ten years ago, you couldn't say such things. ”

"Prizes. "After the Xuandao machine

Taking a step back, a longsword that seemed to be winding was drawn out of thin air. Sometimes it's too much to talk about, but it's just a burden. Tonight could have saved some troublesome conversations, maybe just because of ten years, I just felt something.

"Are you lonely?" Zhao Xinji asked, "betrayed his brother and became a puppet of the imperial court." ”

"You won't know!" Xuan Daoji's face was a little ugly, and he was about to say something, when an echo echoed in the darkness.

"Master Xuan, don't delay time, Mo Xingxiao is not easy to deal with......" This is Pan Xuanbing's voice, even a peak cultivator like Mo Xingxiao is difficult to find his position by listening to the voice.

Like a sharp sword in the dark, you never know when he will kill, Liu Jingkang is just a chess piece, he has exhausted his own value, so he is ruthlessly abandoned.

"It's coming. Mo Xingxiao, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.

Xuan Daoji's eyes couldn't help but blink, he couldn't think of anyone else who would come to the aid of the Sky Sword Village tonight. Even if there is Gongsun Longya, the head of Ye Yuya, behind him, but now Gongsun Longya can't show up, and he still needs to leave a hand for Zhao Xinji to get out of the city safely.

There is no one in the Sky Sword Village, it's just a battle of trapped beasts.

But in his spiritual sense, he felt that a powerful force was approaching, this power was very unfamiliar, obviously it couldn't be from Gongsun Longya, let alone other cultivators in the Sky Sword Village.

"You're really punctual. Mo Xingxiao smiled and looked at the only entrance to this cell, and a teenage girl walked in with a red dress.

The appearance of the girl made Xuandao Ji's already confident face suddenly change color, and he could perceive that this was a seventh-order cultivator. There were not many seventh-order cultivators in Chang'an City, but there were not many who dared to go against the imperial court.

It's extremely stupid to be on the same boat with the Sky Sword Village like Mo Xingxiao!.

"Entrusted by men, loyal to people. The girl whispered, "When I go back, remember to tell him that I will repay this favor for the Zhou family." ”

"Zhou family!" the Xuandao machine and the voice in the darkness said at the same time.

"Miss Zhou, I've seen Master Xuan. The girl was respectful, but there was a hint of ill intent in her eyes.

The rain is still falling, and it doesn't seem to have diminished with the passage of time.

At this time, it was curfew time in Chang'an City, and a teenager was holding an oil umbrella and walking alone on Chang'an Street.

Further ahead is the Chunming Gate, at this moment the lights above the city tower are brilliant, and the Chunming Gate, which should be the gate closed, has opened a gap.

Unless there is a holy order with him, it is impossible to leave the city at this moment.

The rain had already wet the boy's trouser legs, and the cold autumn rain reminded him of the eve of Chang'an early last year, as if it had also rained. He walked slowly, but he was carrying a sword on his back, but it felt like he weighed a thousand pounds.

The Chunming Gate is constantly approaching, and you can vaguely see that the city is guarded under the gate

Outside the Chang'an Forbidden Army in the city, there were several peers of the same age as him, some of them clenched their swords in their hands, and some of them carried them on their backs, looking like they were waiting for someone.

The rain fell obliquely, dripping on his eyes, and in the hazy night, he seemed to see the conversation two hours ago.

"If you had to choose, would you leave Chang'an?"

"Of course. ”

"Why? Don't you like Chang'an?"

"I like it, but Chang Chang can't tolerate me. The young man paused and looked at him, "It's the Canglan Sword Sect, right?"

"Hmm...... But I don't know if I should go or not. ”

"Do you like Jiang Li?"

"Love ......"

"Canglan Sword Sect may be a good fit for you. ”

......

"Liang Yi, are you here?" Zhan Liuli said softly under the hat, revealing a delicate and moving face.

"Hmm. The boy agreed, and his hand holding the umbrella trembled a little.

"Get in the car, everyone is waiting for you. Zhan Liuli said, taking the lead in stepping into the carriage.

(End of chapter)