On the right side of Zhang Heng's neck, a blood line appeared, an extremely thin blood line.

With a plop, the silver long stick and Zhang Heng fell to the ground at the same time.

The man in black was still holding the sword like just now, if it weren't for the fact that there was a drop of blood on the tip of the sword that was about to fall, you would definitely think so.

The man in black turned and left, leaving only the drop of blood that fell from the tip of the sword.

At the same time, the woman who had not shown up was also leaving.

Zhang Heng probably couldn't have imagined that it was really that woman who really killed him. The woman who never appeared, but was extremely beautiful.

Zhang Heng's death is exactly the same as Long Tianxiao's death. It's still a line of blood, a pair of confused eyes.

Lu Xingyun naturally knew about this news. No matter what channel it is, he knows anyway. Now, he has begun to wonder if it is really the four ghosts of the magic sound who have reappeared in the rivers and lakes.

Because, the place where Zhang Heng, the king of sticks, died, is Yanjing City. This Yanjing City and Huayang City are even far away from Ziyang Zhenren, and the Qingshui Taoist Temple where Meizifeng is located. No matter who it was, it was impossible to kill Mei Zifeng and Zhang Heng in such a short period of time.

At this moment, Lu Xingyun and Zhuge Xiaoye were still galloping on a small path. Zhuge Xiaoye didn't ask Lu Xingyun where he was going. However, Lu Xingyun just looked at him and smiled. Say nothing. After a few times, Zhuge Xiaoye also closed his mouth.

Finally, at noon the next day, Lu Xingyun stopped.

"Lu Xingyun. What are we doing here? Could it be that little Du Kang is here?" said Zhuge Xiaoye, swallowing his saliva.

"Where little Dukang is, I don't know. But, to find it, little Dukang, we have to come here. After Lu Xingyun finished speaking, he walked towards the town in front of him.

Actually, what Lu Xingyun didn't know was that at this moment, Yan Wuying was on the run. Yes, it's on the run. Although Yan Wuying's speed was very fast at the moment, a large amount of blood had already oozed from his chest. There are also a lot of scars on his body. He was followed by a swordsman wearing the mask of the Oni King.

That day, after Yan Wuying found the mark left by Xiao Du Kang in Liujia Village, he followed the mark along the way.

However, after a few days, the mark was gone. Presumably because little Du Kang's wine ran out. Yan Wuying, after all, is not the kind of simple-minded person.

With this very good light technique, Yan Wuying also found some clues.

"Boss. Yan Wuying is here. A man in black said.

"Hmm. Yan Wuying, how could he be here? Could it be?" it was the Ghost King who spoke.

"Let's go. Whatever the reason. None of them allowed him to leave alive. A sharp look appeared in the ghost king's eyes.

Yan Wuying, his face turned pale at this time, and his steps slowed down. However, the ghost king who followed closely behind him did not have the slightest intention of letting him go.

"Yan Wuying. Although, you are good at light work, in your heyday, I naturally can't catch up with you. But now, you have been wounded, and you have lost too much blood, and today you are destined to die by my sword. After the Ghost King finished speaking, he stabbed at Yan Wuying with his sword.

Yan Wuying's speed also suddenly sped up when the Ghost King stabbed out that sword, and he narrowly avoided the Ghost King's stab. Even so, Yan Wuying still felt a chill in his back.

Soon, Yan Wuying stopped.

It's not that Yan Wuying doesn't want to escape, it's that he has nowhere to escape now. After being stabbed by the sudden ghost king at the beginning, Yan Wuying began to flee, and it has been two hours now. Being able to dodge that sword from the hands of the ghost king who was good at assassination, Yan Wuying could be said to be nine deaths.

"Yan Wuying. How about it, do you jump on your own, or I'll help you jump. The ghost king stood with his sword, and there were more and more black-clothed people behind him.

At this time, Yan Wuying really didn't know what to do. Behind him is the cliff, and in front of him is the killer ghost king who is the number one in the black-clothed hall. Yan Wuying's face was very pale, with almost no blood.

The Ghost King gradually approached Yan Wuying, and in the Ghost King's opinion, he could kill him personally, and he would never let the enemy jump. Who knows, if you jump or not, you will die.

However, the Ghost King was not so uncomfortable at the moment, although he tried his best to suppress it, but it was still tormenting him with bursts of heart-piercing pain.

Looking at the ghost king's somewhat trembling body, Yan Wuying had a plan in his heart.

The ghost king also seemed to sense that Yan Wuying was wrong, and hurriedly stabbed Yan Wuying, who was less than two feet old, with his sword. This sword was so fast that Yan Wuying couldn't imagine it. Yan Wuying didn't even see how the Ghost King's sword came to his eyes.

Fortunately, Yan Wuying was not far from the cliff, and when the sword was about to pierce into his eyebrows, Yan Wuying's body turned backwards, and he used the move of Jin Yan flying upside down, narrowly escaping the sword. However, Yan Wuying was not comfortable, his already injured body, and when he made such a move, Yan Wuying also tried all his strength.

Even so, the Ghost King's sword was still stabbed in his back, but fortunately, at this moment, Yan Wuying had already jumped off the 10,000-foot high cliff.

The ghost king who used that sword covered his chest, and beads of sweat the size of beans covered his entire forehead, although he wore the mask of the ghost king, others could not see it.

The ghost king looked at the bottomless cliff and went back with the support of the man in black.

Before entering the room, a fragrant smell of tulips greeted me. This is Lu Xingyun's deepest feeling. Lu Xingyun loves flowers and also likes the fragrance of flowers. Whether it is the most unpopular dog tail flower or the most popular peony flower, Lu Xingyun likes it all.

On the door, Lu Xingyun knocked once, knocked again after one breath, and after two breaths, Lu Xingyun knocked for the third time.

Without waiting for the people inside to agree, Lu Xingyun directly pushed the door in. This is what Dongfang Hai told him.

The room is not very luxurious, but has a light and simple taste. At first glance, tulips or tulip petals are everywhere on the table and on the floor. However, what surprised Lu Xingyun the most was the woman sitting at the pear blossom wooden table, a woman like a tulip flower. This woman is only in her thirties, but her stunning face has not withered slightly because of the years, but has become more charming and elegant because of the years.

"What's weird?" said the woman, holding a tulip.

Lu Xingyun smiled, "It's hard to imagine that you are Mr. Song, and your voice is really good." ”

"Giggles. It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Lu Xingyun only loves one person in his life, but I didn't expect you to still be very good at pleasing women. Mr. Song pointed to the stool.

Lu Xingyun walked over and sat opposite her.

When he heard those words, Lu Xingyun's heart still trembled, but the smile did not show any surprise.

"Huh. Mr. Song, it's not the same. Who would have thought that Mr. Song was actually a woman, and he was still such a charming woman. ”

Mr. Song smiled even brighter, "I like this very much." But no one has ever said that to my face. Mr. Song's beautiful eyes looked at Lu Xingyun like autumn water.

"I know. Lu Xingyun picked up a petal on the table. Put it on your nose and smell it.

Mr. Song smiled, and his smile was as beautiful as a tulip.

"You're smart. But you're afraid I'll kill you. Mr. Song said to Lu Xingyun with a smile.

"I know that Mr. Song will not kill me. Because, Mr. Song's hands are beautiful. Lu Xingyun looked at Mr. Song's hand and said.

Mr. Song's hands are really beautiful, like white jade in the moonlight. However, Mr. Song's hands are also terrifying, and of course this Lu Xingyun knows.

"Giggles. Originally, I still wanted to kill you. But right now, I really don't want to kill you at all. Mr. Song smiled and sniffed the tulip in his hand.

"It seems. I was lucky. Lu Xingyun said flatly.

Actually, Lu Xingyun didn't know why he didn't ask Mr. Song why he didn't kill him, but Lu Xingyun just asked, although he was very curious. What Lu Xingyun didn't know was that someone had asked before, and it turned out that he was in another world.

"You're in luck. It's just, I don't know, if you can continue to be lucky. Mr. Song's beautiful eyes were still staring at Lu Xingyun's eyes.