Dark Night Death said coldly: "Empty vernacular, wait until you can hold it, I'll talk about it!" raised his hand to hold the middle end of the bamboo crutch, waved his hand behind him, and slapped his right palm. Yu Shuanglin didn't dare to meet his palm head-on, the palm edge was against his wrist, staggered around his arm, and when he saw that he was close to the shoulder bone, the dark night suddenly closed his palm, the tip of his elbow turned around, and he punched Yu Shuanglin in the abdomen. Yu Shuanglin was in mid-air, unable to parry, the bamboo crutch was still inserted on the ground, and he was busy pushing down, using the strength of the somersault, and landed not far behind him in the dark night.

Listening to the sound of "bang" in the dark night, he was short of time, and he couldn't bear to turn around and make up for it again, and walked away. After Yu Shuanglin turned over, he landed on the ground with both feet and deliberately hit him hard, forming the illusion of falling into a mess, which was to relax the enemy's vigilance. Dark Night Death but ignored it, Yu Shuanglin kicked the ground with both feet, a carp hit the ground, and swam out without touching the ground, and only after the Dark Night Death did he suddenly raise the bamboo crutch, hit him hard, and hit him on the back firmly.

Since his debut, he has fought with people many times, and he has never suffered a loss. At this moment, I felt a hot and painful back. This time he was furious, and shouted: "Old thing, I think you are tired of living!" turned around and struck out with both palms, and Yu Shuanglin also resisted with both palms. He has practiced his internal skills for most of his life, and his foundation is deep, but the two are still obviously inferior, and he is forced to "drop a thousand catties" before he is shocked on the spot, but his heels are still close to the ground, and he rubs a large distance backwards. After standing still, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood reached his mouth. He didn't want to show weakness in front of the enemy, so he pressed his chest with one hand, "grunted", and swallowed the blood back into his stomach, folded his arms back and forth, and pulled the fight again.

Someone in the distance suddenly smiled and said: "Sect Master, look, the work of the hall master is really beautiful, more than a dozen lives have been solved in an instant, and his martial arts have improved a lot." Another muffled voice said, "That's natural, rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry, let alone angry wolf cubs?

As he spoke, he saw two people walking out of the dense forest, one was wearing a gray robe and a mask, and he couldn't see his age clearly, and the other was a young man dressed in black. The first to speak was the young man, and then he smiled again: "If it were me, the number of time limits would not be a problem." But I don't get this lot of blood, like a fish and pig in a vegetable restaurant, and I have to take out the stomach and intestines to destroy the overall beauty. ”

Yu Shuanglin listened to the young man's tone of understatement, but the meaning of his words seemed to treat killing as a kind of enjoyment, which made people shudder. was about to speak and scold, but the internal injury just now was not light, and as soon as he exerted his strength, he felt the blood in his chest surge.

The young man stared at him and said with a smile: "This old man speaks interestingly, when he boasted before that he was crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, how was the hall master still doing, he said proudly and proudly. Imagine, he is only worthy of walking the streets and alleys with a broken bowl for the rest of his life, begging for a mouthful of leftover soup, people are much younger than him, they can stretch out their hands with clothes, open their mouths with food, and enjoy all the glory and wealth, who is respectful and who is inferior, it is obvious. ”

Yu Shuanglin finally adjusted his internal breath, pointed at the young man with one hand, and shouted, "At the Heroes Conference, I saw you." You are Jiang Yanchen, the young master of the Shadow Sacrifice, the rumored senior brother who died in the dark night, and the second master of the Demon Sect! This is the ...... again" Looking at the gray-robed man.

Jiang Yanchen smiled slightly and said, "Pass the prize." You're lucky, you're lucky enough to see the sect leader himself, but there are not many people on the rivers and lakes. This was a pun, but Yu Shuanglin didn't hear it, and only understood it on the surface, the gray-robed man thought that he was the leader of the Demon Sect, which was in line with his ominous premonition. He was stunned for a moment, raised his head and sighed, and said with a wry smile: "Wow, the old man has entered the demon cave today." Anyway, if it falls into your hands, I don't expect to live, and I can't be humiliated if I can kill it, so I'll cut it off on my own and ask for a good time!"

Jiang Yanchen took a few steps forward and said with a smile: "Elder Yu, it is better for you to beg others than to beg me. Well, as long as you ask for help, I will save you, how about it? What I say always has some weight in the teaching. Yu Shuanglin scolded: "Bah! You dare to ask me to intercede with an evil demon like you, it's delusional! It's better to kill me with a knife." ”

Jiang Yanchen said with a straight face: "Okay, you have a lot of backbone, but everything is divided into two sides, and there should always be a limit if you are not greedy for life and afraid of death." At the moment when there is really nothing to be done, those who sacrifice their lives to take righteousness will be praised by future generations, but when they are expected to live, they give up their vitality and are bent on death, which is suspected of chasing after their names. You sacrificed for fame rather than integrity, and you can't be called a true hero. As the saying goes, it's better to die than to live, don't you think?"

Yu Shuanglin didn't expect this demon sect demon to speak so reasonably, but he still suspected fraud, and said tentatively: "Okay, I'll admit your love." Leave. He arched his hand, and sure enough, as soon as he turned half of his body, he heard Jiang Yanchen say, "Slow." Yu Shuanglin had already calculated that there would be this, laughed, and turned around: "I guessed that your little devil is not so kind, what tricks do you have, although you draw the line, the Danjiao surnamed Yu frowned, he is not a hero." ”

Jiang Yanchen said: "You misunderstood. I don't care who is a hero or not, and you don't have a grudge against me. But now you dare to do something to my brother, you are not small, if you let you go casually, he will inevitably blame me for ignoring the righteousness of my friends. But I am true to my word, I said that if I spare your life, I will not kill you, I will only let you suffer a little, it is better to ......" Walking around his side, Yu Shuanglin listened to his speech, and felt that the cold hairs on his body stood on end.

When Jiang Yanchen went around his back, he lifted his palm and knocked on his spine, Yu Shuanglin only felt soreness at first, and then felt that the bones in his back were shattered, and half of his body lost consciousness from the spine down. gradually understood that the other party's methods were vicious, and he became a waste person if he was confused. said angrily: "What's the use of picking up a rotten life like this?" and wanted to commit suicide with a stick, Jiang Yanchen said lightly: "A thought of life and death, self-respect, so please." His right hand swung down the mountain, and his tone didn't take a flick of his fingers to heart.

Yu Shuanglin's instantaneous anger slowly subsided, and he said in his heart: "Elder Peng's revenge has not been avenged, I will die at this moment, what face will be seen under Jiuquan? Although the legs are gone, after all, there are still two hands left, and although the martial arts are lost, they can still start over. Even if I don't get the favor of the emperor, the limit comes first, my disciples and grandchildren can all uphold their will, and one day they will die in the dark. He made up his mind, took a deep breath, arched his hand and said: "Thank you for not killing, it's just that the old man doesn't like to be favored by others in his life, and one day, if you fall into my hands, I will also let you live, pay off the favor, and don't owe each other." But if I still have a breath of air, I will never spare the night. After speaking, he turned around, supported his body with bamboo crutches, his thin and old back moved slowly, and jumped down the mountain like a wooden man.

The dark night died and scolded: "Who used you to spare me?" I ......" Jiang Yanchen couldn't help but smile and took the dark night death, and said: "That old thing is disrespectful to the old, and he loses to you in a fight, and he feels that he has lost face, and he learns from Xiao Maotou to say a few angry words, why should he be like him?" and said in a low voice: "The sect wants to ask you about the news you have found." ”

He just didn't remind him, and the dark night was also thinking about this in his heart, so he ran to the sect leader and hurriedly reported it, so anxious that he was incoherent. After finishing speaking, before the sect leader could reply, Jiang Yanchen said, "Where's the list?" Show it to me. A trace of anger swept through the sect leader's heart, but the expression on his face was completely covered by a mask.

Dark Night Death took out the yellow silk from his sleeve, shook it several times, and never flattened it in a panic, Jiang Yanchen took it casually, and swept his eyes hastily, the sect leader pressed his anger, and also stepped forward to look, just read two lines silently, Jiang Yanchen had already closed the scroll with a "snap" sound, and said leisurely: "The news is fake, if the imperial court really succeeds in arresting, how can you not mention anything about the Afterimage Sword?" Shen Shiyun is too naïve, just think that everyone else is a fool, thinking that this kind of carving insect trick can fool me?"

Although the sect leader didn't finish reading it, he was also relieved when he heard what he said, and said, "That's good, as long as the Afterimage Sword doesn't fall into the hands of the royal family, this seat will be relieved." This reaction of the two of them was expected in the dark night, but when they heard it with their own ears, they still felt like a knife, and said in a lament: "Is there only the Afterimage Sword in your eyes?"

The sect leader said coldly: "Then there is no need to say, except for the afterimage sword, who cares about the life and death of that rebel girl......" Dark Night's expression was painfully distorted, and before the sect leader could finish speaking, he interrupted loudly: "I! I care! Since you don't care, I'll go and save her alone!" There were also a lot of horses from the beggar disciples parked next to him, and Dark Night Death jumped on the horse, raised his whip and galloped towards the bottom of the mountain.

The sect leader said angrily: "You come back for me!" The dark night died completely unnoticed, only the shouting came all the way, and it was getting farther and farther. The sect leader was furious, the sleeves of his robe flicked, and the wind brought up a small stone on the ground, and then pushed it forward, and the stone "swished", shooting towards the horse's leg like an arrow from the string. He showed no mercy to his subordinates. Mount Tai is already steep, and it is the road down the mountain, if the horse that sprints with all its strength falls down sharply, the rider will be thrown off the horse, and the fall is far more than people can bear.

Jiang Yanchen watched coldly, followed by a flick of his sleeves, and the stones he brought flew out from the side, and at the last moment, he hit the sect leader's stones on the head, and through the trunk of the tree, the residual momentum was not weakened, and he knocked down a row of trees one after another. He had already seen that the sect leader was iron-hearted and would definitely not save him, but he couldn't let the dark night be seriously injured.

The sect leader glared angrily and accused him of being nosy, but he was able to shake away the stones he had made, which showed that his internal strength was profound, and he thought that he had come out of his own hands, and he was secretly complacent, and this reproach contained praise. Jiang Yanchen stood still, raising his eyes to respond to his cold gaze.

The sect leader only felt that his eyes were full of contempt and anger. What's more, if he disciplined his subordinates, and if he stopped just because another disciple interfered, what would his prestige be in the future? Thinking of this, he jumped up, shuttled between the trunks of the tree, and chased the night away. He was so good at his skill that he outraced the horse, and soon overtook the horse, and shouted, "Get down!" and grabbed the collar of the night with his palm. The Dark Night Death was silent, lying on his back, and the sect leader turned his hand and struck the horse's neck, and before the horse could scream, the head was cut off, the front hooves fell first, and the Night Death was also thrown forward.

The sect leader grabbed him by the back collar with one hand in the air, lifted him and threw him aside, and shouted, "Stand up!" Dark Night's back hit the trunk of the tree hard, and it happened to hit the wound of Yu Shuanglin's sneak attack, a sharp pain, and a look of disgust naturally flashed on his face. The sect leader took in his expression, and shouted coldly: "This seat orders you to stop, have you heard? Why don't you pay attention? Do you still know how to respect me as the head of the sect?"

The grief and indignation of the dark night erupted, and he said loudly: "The father does not save his daughter, and the leader of the sect does not save his subordinates, such a ruthless and unrighteous person, it is disrespectful! You can ignore the life of the young lady, I can't! It's a big deal to save her incognito, even if you die, you can't lose your face!" "All along, he has been deferential to the sect master, and it is the first time in his life that he has resisted such a confrontation, but the awe has long been ingrained in his mind, and he is not selective in his anger, and he immediately regrets it later, secretly feeling that he is too impulsive, and a severe punishment is inevitable.