The dark clouds in the sky rolled, and the sky in the entire south of the Yangtze River suddenly thundered, and lightning split the dark clouds, illuminating the groves outside Youlong Pavilion in a flickering light. It was the afternoon of the day, and the dim light was like the afterglow of the sunset before nightfall, filled with half gray and half red, which made people feel a little panicked.

A group of soldiers fiercely held the spears in their hands, and surrounded the group of people in the middle, they did not seem to panic because of the color of the sky, because behind them stood a young man, the young man with a golden mask, dazzling, tall and magnificent, in this dull atmosphere, gave people a momentum like a needle of the sea.

They did not dare to look up at the vision in the sky. In the alternation of light and darkness, there was a sound of dragon roaring, and a sword with white light shuttled through the air, like a swimming dragon.

Suddenly, a burst of red light rose into the sky, hitting the clouds, under the clouds, the two teenagers were like divine soldiers descending from the sky, floating down, as soon as they stood still, the red light that rushed to the sky disappeared instantly, and the white sword like a dragon also disappeared in an instant, falling towards the Dragon Villa......

Then there was a rumbling sound, and the two teenagers' backs instantly collapsed, revealing an abyss like a sinkhole......

As soon as he turned around, he saw that the lips of the young man behind the soldiers moved, and he shouted: "Take it!

The soldiers didn't move, and suddenly countless figures flew out from behind him, all of them in armor, and surrounded the two people who were floating down......

The two people who were surrounded had sharp eyes, and the reality of defense had already appeared, and they did not show any panic, and they were obviously alert when they fell from the sky.

The first man, Yushu, was in the wind, with an extraordinary bearing, holding a black sword. There was a masked man standing beside him, and his eyes were also indescribably sharp, and he asked in a low and calm voice, "Ink Shadow Boy, what should I do?"

The person who came was the ink shadow and cold arrogance who escaped death from the Hidden Sword Hall. Mo Ying replied: "It's okay to call me a son, it's okay to call me a son, it's okay to call me a fifth son, don't add my name." ”

Leng Ao nodded and said, "Yes, Childe!"

With a simple sentence, it was obvious that Leng Ao remembered the words of Master Li Xuanchu, and regarded Mo Ying as the master and accompanied him.

Mo Ying couldn't help but feel a little awkward, and immediately said: "You don't need to take your master's words to heart, the world is so big, you can find your junior sister, find a remote place, and live some pure life." There's no need to wade into this troubled water. ”

Leng Ao heard Mo Ying say this, remembered his somewhat arrogant junior sister, and said helplessly: "Senior sister has been miserable since childhood, I have always regarded him as my own sister, this time out of the valley, I guess her heart has misunderstood me as a dirty person." ”

Mo Ying's eyes swept over the soldiers who were getting closer and closer, and said, "You have to think about it, you will definitely die here, if you die, you will have no way to explain it to your junior sister." You just took a few more glances at my junior sister, and you are not a person of ten evils, I also like to watch it, I think the men of the Tang Empire are the same, who doesn't like to look at beautiful women?

After Mo Ying finished speaking, a smile appeared on his cold face behind the mask of Leng Ao, of course, this smile can only be felt by himself, he tightened the sword in his hand and said: "One day for the master and the father for life, since it is the master's last words, the apprentice should act according to the order, and never dare to steal his life, if there is something offended before, Gongzi Haihan, Leng Ao's life will only be sent by Gongzi in the future, if there are two hearts, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed." ”

Mo Ying's heart moved, turned his head to look at Leng Ao and said: "Okay, I will share half of your steamed buns in the future, but if we can survive this time, remember to let me see your face behind the mask, I don't want to call a brother to a person I have never seen before, it's too unreal." ”

"Good!"

"Fight!" After Mo Ying finished speaking, he stepped on the dragon and greeted him, and drove straight into a sword to stab, a soldier in charge broke his chest with a sword, pulled the sword up, and the blood splattered outside the body, and the blood-sucking sword body of the beast Teng sword was red, like a hot iron in a furnace. Then there was a dance, and another person fell.

The sword walks like a spiritual snake, and it is like splashing ink. After a few rounds, all the soldiers who stopped the ink shadow had fallen, and no one was exempt.

Mo Ying put away his sword and stood, turned his head to look at Leng Ao, just in time to see Leng Ao and several soldiers fighting in the middle of the battle, the rear was vacant, and the spear in the hand of a soldier stabbed it, and after three inches, it would inevitably penetrate Leng Ao's back.

Before he had time to think, Mo Ying quickly threw the Beast Teng Sword in his hand, and the Beast Teng Sword was like a ribbon, drawing a red arc in the air, directly shooting through the person with the gun. The beast sword that pierced through his chest flew in the air a few times, and then flew towards Ink Shadow's hand......

Leng Ao swept with a sword, slashed over the three people in front of him as soon as he turned around, just saw this scene, his heart was horrified, nodded towards the ink shadow, and after a grateful look, he ran towards the ink shadow with his sword, and asked, "What should the son do next?"

Mo Ying glanced at the Beast Teng Sword in his hand, and then said, "You go to find Luo Ming Gongzi, I am here." ”

As soon as his words fell, a young and domineering voice came: "No need to look for it, it's all here with my son!"

When they heard the sound, they saw a young man standing on a man-high stone in the grove, leaping forward, landing lightly, and walking slowly towards them.

His steps were light, and there was no expression in his golden-masked face, but in his gaze the ink shadow read a calmness and calmness that was not similar to that of his age.

The golden masked boy walked over, stood about three feet away from the ink shadow, and then spoke: "The beast Teng sword is indeed worthy of being an artifact, the introduction of the four swords, and the dragon sword is out." The soldiers who tried the sword just now really did not disappoint Ben Gongzi, although they were all brave and good at fighting, but under the artifact, they couldn't even go through a move and a half, very good, Ben Gongzi was very satisfied. ”

As soon as the golden-masked boy finished speaking, Mo Ying immediately became angry, and he said: "Everyone is born to their father's mother, and you actually use a living person to try a sword?

"What Gongzi said is very true, but don't forget, but you killed them? They are all soldiers who have made war exploits for the Tang Empire with the court's money. By the way, there are still a few captains, just your few swords, this son thinks, it is enough to cut off your head and hang it on the wall of the Luoyang Imperial City, and announce it to the world, so as to set an example. ”

"Who are you?" asked Ink Shadow.

"Do you want to know who I am? I think although you are a disciple of another mountain, you are not qualified, and someone will take him down and hand him over to Dali Temple for disposal. ”

As soon as his words fell, an old man ran over, and the old man bowed forward and saluted, "Yes, Childe!" Then he turned around and looked up at Mo Ying, who suddenly had two eyes bursting with light, and the beast sword in his hand trembled slightly.

Seeing this, the old man said: "The young man is really extraordinary, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon." ”

"Zhao Qiankun, this son is your master, right? I think I know who he is!" Mo Ying had already guessed in his heart. A hussar general is above 10,000 people under one person, and what can make a general so respectful except for the emperor of the dynasty can only be counted with a slap?

Zhao Qiankun heard Mo Ying say this, looked back at his young master, and then said: "Everyone admires your disciple of Beishan, and they all say that your disciple of Beishan has a pure character and never kills innocent people, but I didn't expect that your master Zhuge Wenwu is also a vain thing, and he actually trained such a thing as you? I am a general of the imperial court, and I have seen you slaughter the loyal soldiers of my Tang Empire, and now I am ordered to arrest you and hand it over to Dali Temple for thorough investigation, what else do you have to speculate about some inconsequential things?"

Mo Ying couldn't see this kind of vain person the most, and this hypocritical person even insulted his teacher, the anger in his heart had burned to the edge of the cliff, where did he care that the cultivation realm of Zhao Qiankun in front of him was higher than his own, and the beast sword in his hand suddenly mentioned, and he wanted to attack.

Unexpectedly, at this time, a voice in the air that he had not seen for a long time and was familiar with: "It seems that once this official becomes big, there will be no one in his eyes, and he will say that you are Zhao Qiankun, even if the emperor of the dynasty is not as arrogant as you, you should be beaten!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw Zhao Qiankun's body tremble, and then somehow he slowly squatted down holding his chest, and a mouthful of blood flowed out of his mouth uncontrollably, falling on the ground and scattering small red flowers.

"Master, Master, where are you? Can the disciple see you, the disciple misses you as an old man!"

As soon as Mo Ying said this, the legs of the golden masked boy couldn't help but tremble. Obviously, he knew that Zhuge Wenwu was the only one who could make the disciples of Beishan call Master.

Zhuge Wenwu is also a god-like existence, look at Zhao Qiankun in front of him, just a word from him, he is already spitting blood.

No one has been seen, no one has been wounded!

Thinking of this, the Golden Masked Boy couldn't help but take another step back. But once again, something incredible happened to him.

I only heard the voice say: "Ying'er doesn't have to worry about being a teacher, it's good to be a teacher with your senior brother here!" But you stinky boy remember, the road always depends on your own walking, remember not to kill innocents indiscriminately, and after returning to the Northern Alliance for the teacher, don't reunite in the mountains." ”

Mo Ying hurriedly bowed and said, "Yes, Master, disciple remember, you will never dare to disobey!"

The voice of the ink shadow fell into the ears of those present, and the scene instantly fell silent.

No one dared to speak, and no one dared to gasp.

Outside the forest under the clouds, time seemed to stand still, Mo Ying suddenly felt that this was very boring, and originally thought that he was going to have a hearty fight, but he didn't expect Master's words, these people actually stood on the spot, I don't know what to do?

There was incomparable pride in his heart, as the pride of a disciple of Beishan, he looked at the golden mask boy, and suddenly said: "Since Gongzi wants to arrest Young Master Ben and go to Dali Temple, then please ask Gongzi to show his integrity and handle this case fairly, I am a disciple of Beishan, if it is really as you said, I should be in prison, I should be hung outside the city wall, and I will not shirk." If the prince pretends to be a public servant because of his noble status, then I will never rely on you!"

After Mo Ying finished speaking, Zhuge Wenwu, who was resting on the way to the Northern Alliance at this moment, said softly: "This kid is holding the Beast Teng Sword, and he has not gone astray, and you, as a senior brother, will be guided more in the future." ”

"Yes, Master. The eldest disciple Mu Konglan handed over the clear water in his hand with leaves.

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And in the current Youlong Villa, the golden masked boy heard Mo Ying say this, but he didn't answer for a long time and hesitated. This should be an episode that he didn't expect, he probably never thought that Zhuge Wenwu, who was thousands of miles away, could know about it and not say anything, and he could hurt Zhao Qiankun.

Just as he hesitated, he saw an old man in tattered clothes, with a few candy sticks in his hand, jumping towards this side like a child, making some happy sounds from his mouth, and a young man with a bright face beside him.

Mo Ying turned his head to look, Leng Yuezheng ran over with a smile on his face, and said, "Senior brother, I didn't expect to meet you here!"