The night is quiet, and the acacia flowers and leaves enter the water, and there are no ripples, but they are shocked by the monstrous waves.

The nine-song corridor was cut off in half with a sword and a sword. The lanterns that had previously surrounded the cloister were also extinguished in an instant.

Zhao Wu'an held the giant sword Luo Shenfu in one hand and An Qing in the other, and slid fifteen feet from the water like an immortal, and stopped leisurely at the broken part of the corridor.

White-clothed white-clothed, a pair of beauties, and a giant sword. There is no moon in the night sky, and the wind moves several lights behind it.

When An Qing, who had just picked up a life from before the ghost gate was closed, came back to her senses, her hands were already tightly wrapped around Zhao Wu'an's neck. And Zhao Wu'an's hand had already wrapped around her waist.

In front of them, countless women fell into the pond due to the destruction of the cloister, splashing in all directions.

It is before the flower, it is under the moon.

It is a reunion of beautiful women, but it is not half beautiful.

The air was filled with the smell of murderous blood. At the edge of the Water Pavilion, several heads that were cut off by Zhao Wu'an's sword were still restlessly floating up and down in the water.

Han Xiuzhu, whose eyes were like a lone wolf who chose people to devour, stood on the side of the Water Pavilion, holding the long knife that had not yet been unsheathed in his hand, and looked at Zhao Wu'an from a distance across the half-destroyed corridor.

And the three people of the Greedy Demon Palace, although they had all walked out of the Water Pavilion, they didn't have the slightest appearance of wanting to make a move, gathered in one place, and watched coldly.

This is exactly what Zhao Wu'an expected. Judging from the few words of conversation heard on the roof, Han Xiuzhu's relationship with them was far from close enough to fight side by side, and it was precisely because of this that he was able to avoid facing the situation of facing four people at the same time and save An Qing from the hands of that group of guards.

But having said that, it was impossible for Zhao Wu'an to watch An Qing die in front of his eyes. No matter what judgment he made at that moment, the final choice would not change.

There are thousands of ways to go in the world, but some people will only go one way to the dark, even if they repeat it 10,000 times, they will never regret hesitation.

Zhao Wu'an hugged An Qing's slender waist tightly, and Luo Shenfu in his hand let out a low tremor, like an old reunion.

Han Xiuzhu, who was standing in front of the Water Pavilion, stared at the two of them and smiled coldly: "What a pair of wild mandarin ducks, there is a way in heaven for you not to go, but to break into my Han family's mansion." ”

The cold light flashed, and the long knife in Han Xiuzhu's hand shook out, like a dehydrated dragon, rippling and magnificent.

He stood still, but there was a cold air rising around him. The slender eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had regarded Zhao Wu'an as an opponent who must fight.

At the break of the Jiuqu corridor, Zhao Wu'an sighed softly: "It's not good to stay at home, I have to run to this Bianliang Han family." ”

There was no blame, and there was no shock or surprise in his words, although Zhao Wu'an didn't expect to meet her here.

When he parted, he was dressed in red, but when he said goodbye, he was already dressed in white like a fairy.

An Qing, who was forced into the water and almost drowned, obviously hasn't recovered yet, and there are still water marks on her scattered black temples. Zhao Wu'an's words fell in his ears, but he didn't hear them.

The whispering of her body can still be deaf, but the thunder and explosion above the water pavilion on the other side can't help but she doesn't listen.

Han Xiuzhu followed the knife out, and rushed through the ten-zhang waterhole in an instant, and the long knife came straight towards Zhao Wu'an's neck.

Zhao Wu'an stood on the edge of the broken corridor and saw it clearly, not retreating or evading, the giant sword Luo Shenfu lifted his weight lightly, and with a wave from afar, it was firmly on Han Xiuzhu's blade.

The swords intersected, and the majestic qi machine suddenly broke again, and the bluestone slab that Zhao Wu'an stepped on on suddenly broke eight pieces.

The moment they looked at each other, Han Xiuzhu sneered: "It's a master." It's a pity that in our Han family, even if you have the ability to reach the sky, you can't even think of retreating with your whole body!"

Zhao Wu'an swung his sword sideways, thundered under his feet, and retreated.

Seeing that the two white clothes overlapping each other suddenly retreated from in front of him, Han Xiuzhu's eyes were deep, and he raised his foot and stepped on the shoulder of a female lady in the water, his clothes broke through the air and roared, and he hurriedly chased in front of Zhao Wu'an.

And the girl who unfortunately fell into the water and was trampled on by him on the shoulder, suddenly her little face turned pale, a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, and she sank underwater and disappeared.

Zhao Wu'an's face remained unchanged, but he was secretly shocked in his heart. Seeing that Han Xiuzhu was holding a knife in front of him again, he once again reversed his hand and swung out Luo Shen Fu to prevent Han Xiuzhu from approaching the blade.

Han Xiuzhu is surging, like a tidal machine, which is also unavoidable. Zhao Wu'an's steps changed sharply, and he tightly protected An Qing behind him, dodging Han Xiuzhu's blade while quickly retreating.

Han Xiuzhu smiled and said, "I have entered this Pure Lotus Courtyard, where do you want to retreat?"

Before Zhao Wu'an could respond, he heard the sound of footsteps swarming behind him.

In the middle of the Jiuqu Corridor, there were chasing soldiers in the back, and Han Xiuzhu in front of him, leaving not much time for Zhao Wu'an to think.

Although this son's cultivation is not high, judging from how many knives Zhao Wu'an has exchanged with him, he doesn't even know if there is a second-grade level, but his exquisite skills are indeed impeccable, and every time the long knife comes out, it shows the demeanor of a famous artist.

If he is a little unprepared, even Zhao Wuan is very likely to be injured by him, not to mention that he still has An Qing in his arms.

If there is a mistake in the pool, it is irretrievable.

In an instant, Zhao Wu'an had already made up his mind.

The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer, and it was obvious that the guards who had arrived were not afraid that the momentum of the Nine Curved Corridors would be easy to defend and difficult to attack, but rushed straight towards these two uninvited guests.

If you are attacked on your back, you can only make a path from the middle.

Zhao Wu'an leaned down and said to An Qing, "You wait for me in the wind for a while." ”

"Huh?" An Qing in his arms widened his eyes.

The next moment, she had flown out of Zhao Wu'an's arms. Although the nine-song corridor is long, the direction in which she flies is neither front nor back.

Zhao Wu'an threw her straight to the surface of the water, facing the crooked neck of the locust tree.

Han Xiuzhu's eyes flashed with a hint of contempt and playful laughter.

Zhao Wu'an's eyes were blank.

At the edge of the Water Pavilion, the three members of the Greedy Demon Hall all looked like they were out of the way, looking coldly at the brief moment of confrontation between Han Xiuzhu and Zhao Wu'an.

Yang Qiandao said meaninglessly: "That kid chose the wrong one." ”

"Oh?" responded to her by Liu Tao, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He thought that he could use the air to restrain the young master of the Han family, but he didn't know that he was giving away the girl's head. With the young master of the Han family's city government, he will definitely kill the defenseless girl first at any cost. ”

Liu Tao smiled and nodded: "I think so." ”

Lu Yin scratched his head and said with a cruel smile: "You two can see it thoroughly." It's okay, just take advantage of this to take a good look at whether this young master of the Han family is worth betting. ”

Under the attention of the three of them, Han Xiuzhu, who was standing in the middle of the nine-curved corridor, suddenly pulled up from the ground, and the long knife in his hand swung out a fierce momentum, pointing directly at An Qing who was hanging in the air.

And Zhao Wu'an, who threw An Qing into the air with great strength, even if he was holding a five-foot giant sword, obviously couldn't come first in an instant and stop in front of Han Xiuzhu.

Yang Qiandao let out a disdainful snort from his nasal cavity.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wu'an didn't have the intention of stopping Han Xiuzhu at all. He turned around and faced the guards of the Han Mansion who came to the aid from the shore, and the Luo Shenfu in his hand waved a burst of awe-inspiring killing intent.

The skill of those guards was worth mentioning in front of him, and naturally he couldn't resist the surging qi of Luo Shenfu, and after just one face, several heads fell from the corridor.

On the side of the Water Pavilion, Yang Qiandao frowned, and Liu Tao was also slightly stunned.

Lu Yin said: "This kid is a bad guy, so that girl is an outcast?"

Yang Qiandao suddenly said: "No!"

Seeing that he was about to cut An Qing floating in the air in two, Han Xiuzhu's body suddenly crooked, and a blood mist rose from his right shoulder. The momentum that sparked on the blade as he took off was also cut in half in an instant.

Zhao Wu'an, who was holding Luo Shenfu and slashing a circle, turned around, stepped on the auspicious cloud railing by the corridor, and his long sleeves shook, jumping up from the edge of the pond like a white bird.

When he jumped up, Han Xiuzhu was already falling, and the qi of the two of them rose and disappeared, almost incomparable.

After a short period of time, Luo Shen's sword was like a rainbow, and the Bahai knife on the other side was so stiff that it could hardly put on any famous posture.

Han Xiuzhu had no choice but to withdraw his sword and block it, but he was still hit in the middle of the blade by Luo Shen's powerful sword, and he lost all his remaining strength at once, and fell into the water with a bang, stirring up a column of water that rushed to the sky.

Zhao Wu'an stepped into the air, hugged An Qing who was hanging in the air, and flew to the shore.

Lu Yin's eyes widened, obviously not figuring out what was going on at that moment just now.

Liu Tao shook the folding fan silently, while Yang Qiandao was stunned: "What...... How is it possible? I shot down the young master of the Han family just now......"

Liu Tao replied indifferently: "It's not the giant sword. ”

The two of them looked at each other, and the horror in their eyes was beyond measure.

Although it was only for a moment, they all saw it in unison.

At the moment when Han Xiuzhu flew up and the long knife was about to slash An Qing, a sharp light flashed from the night and pierced straight into his shoulder.

It was impossible for Zhao Wu'an, who was fashionable and standing on the ground wielding a giant sword, to shoot a hidden weapon, let alone such a strange arc, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, no one would have believed in such a spell at all.

"It's a flying sword!" the two said in unison.

Lu Yin was stunned for a moment, "Ha? What did you two see, flying sword?"

Although he didn't know what had happened, his eyes still followed the two of them to the crooked locust tree on the shore.

At this moment, Zhao Wu'an was already holding An Qing in his arms and landed safely there.

Half of the Han Mansion was already brightly lit, and there were voices of people everywhere, and countless chaotic footsteps came and went, gathering in this direction.

The leaves of the acacia flowers swirled and fell, dotted on Zhao Wu'an's white clothes.

Zhao Wu'an inserted Luo Shenfu obliquely into the soil, squinted his eyes, and carefully looked at An Qing in his arms.

The dead branches clattered, and a few frightened finches fluttered their wings and flew under the moon.

An Qing looked at him in a daze for a long time, then suddenly took a sharp breath, struggled to his feet, and hugged Zhao Wu'an tightly.

"You guy! Leave a Luo Shen Fu and say that you want to go to Bianliang, obviously your kung fu is not very good, and you have to throw down Luo Daxia's most powerful sword, are you going to just not go back!?"

The voice that has been heard for a long time is still crisp with a bit of a strange temper that can't be reluctant.

"That's why you came to Bianliang?" asked Zhao Wu'an.

"Of course I want to return Luo Shen Fu to you! Without Luo Shen Fu, how can you beat those old monsters, how can you come back alive to marry me!" An Qing couldn't help sobbing, "Zhao Jushi, you are a man, you have to talk about it!"

Zhao Wu'an smiled bitterly: "Well, words count." ”

He patted An Qing's head: "Although I don't know how you tracked down this Han family's mansion, but I've worked hard for you." ”

An Qing, whose eyes were red, said softly: "It's okay." ”

Zhao Wu'an nodded: "It's okay." ”

The sound of killing is getting stronger and stronger. In the pond behind him, a figure suddenly jumped up from the water, surging qi, and suddenly cut off the pond green lotus.