Shuanglan curled up in the dim crack of the stone, trying to keep his breathing as low as possible, and with the excellent concealment brought by the darkness, he had already dodged wave after wave of guards.

But she was still panicked, but her body still didn't tremble in the slightest in that small space.

It was obviously very noisy around, some people were shouting in a hurry, there were insects chirping, there were birds chirping, and she could still hear her own violent heartbeat, getting louder and louder, as if beating a drum.

There were no clouds in the sky, but the moon, which was as thin as a silver hook, was getting dimmer.

The white Milky Way, like a long and transparent ribbon of tulle, floated across the sky from the northwest sky and poured down towards the southeast land.

A meteor crossed the blue night sky, a magical arc, like a shuttle thrown by the Weaver Girl, fleeting.

Shuanglan couldn't help but look a little stupid, her black eyes rolled to the side in her sockets, and she looked at the starry sky in the distance.

But she still didn't move, because before the man left, he told her to stay here honestly, and if he could kill Makoji Sheeptongue, he would naturally come back to pick her up.

If you can't kill it, then you have to wait until dawn is about to break before leaving.

Although they had only just met, Shuanglan had a strange trust in the person who had never shown any good faces.

imagined the scene of him drawing his sword in his mind, and muttered: "You said you would take me to Chang'an, but don't die, I won't forgive you if you die." ”

Suddenly, she turned pale, stared at a pair of round black eyes, looked in horror in the direction of the mountain, and roared in her mind the terrible roar that only she could hear.

......

Li Wenshuo turned sideways slightly, barely dodging the palm that hit his forehead, and the violent palm wind slid against his clothes, even with his true qi body, his right shoulder was still red and swollen.

With a backhand sword, he pulled out from the bottom to the top, cutting out a straight line, and Chengji was unwilling to use his own pair of fleshy palms to test the sharpness of the broken teeth, and he stepped back two or three feet away.

Looking at Li Wenshuo in front of him, he was also secretly speechless, he didn't expect that this Li Wenshuo would be so strong, and he could exert a mere Xianfeng realm to such a point, and the speed of Fang Cai's sword actually made him feel a chill down his spine.

If he was only in the first realm of Xuantho, it was really possible that he would have been planted in the hands of this kid.

"Sword Pavilion disciple Jian Yi, I remember you, a peerless genius like you should have swam above the Nine Heavens, why didn't you come thousands of miles to this Guangyang Mountain to kill me as an outsider, I don't remember any grudges with your Sword Pavilion. ”

Sheep Tongue Chengji has a gentle smile on his face, he really looks like a kind senior, he is still a little puzzled, there is no hatred in the world for no reason, this Jian Yi is not like a madman who likes to kill, so he came to kill himself, although his behavior is stupid, but there must be a reason.

Li Wenshuo coughed lightly twice, with scarlet blood spots in his saliva, looked at the smile on Chengji's face, and said with a smile: "If I say that Shangguan Yu, the number one sword saint in the world, wants me to kill you, do you believe it or not?"

The smile on Chengji's face disappeared, he naturally didn't believe this, thinking that Li Wenshuo was still playing him at this time, he snorted coldly and shouted: "Look for death!"

Before the words fell, his figure flashed, and he slapped his palm on Li Wenshuo's face.

Li Wenshuo gritted his teeth, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he didn't care about that palm at all, and stabbed his sword at the chest of the sheep's tongue Chengji, with a posture of wanting to exchange one life for another.

Seeing this, Yang Yu Chengji frowned slightly, although with the strength of the opponent, even if he wanted to exchange his life for a life, he couldn't do it, but this sword seemed to be an understatement, but in fact it was extremely heavy, and he didn't want to be seriously injured because of this matter.

At the moment, he also closed his palm, but his body did not retreat, and he turned sideways to let go of broken teeth.

Li Wenshuo was also not to be outdone, changed the stab to the cut, and Sen Leng slashed at the head of the sheep tongue Chengji, but the action was still half a point slower.

Sheep Tongue Chengji clasped Li Wenshuo's right hand holding the sword expressionlessly, clenched his left hand into a fist, and smashed Li Wenshuo's door with a fist.

Li Wenshuo hurriedly raised his arm to block, the sandbag-sized fist wrapped around the cold fist, and when he was close to Li Wenshuo's arm, he crossed an arc in the air, and actually went around directly, and smashed on Li Wenshuo's left shoulder with a punch.

As soon as he heard a muffled bang, Li Wenshuo's left arm hung down weakly, forcibly holding back the pain in his heart and the sweetness surging in his throat, and hit his head on the face of the sheep's tongue Chengji, only to hear a click, the sheep's tongue Chengji's nose collapsed.

Li Wenshuo kicked out again, and in a panic, Chengji let go of Li Wenshuo's wrist, blocked the kick, and retreated more than a dozen steps before stabilizing his figure.

Covering his nose, blood was constantly gushing out there, and tears were simply uncontrollable.

"Yo, the dignified mountain lord of Guangyang Mountain, he is crying here, in front of so many subordinates, your old man is embarrassed. ”

Listening to Li Wenshuo's mocking voice, Chengji couldn't maintain the slightest demeanor anymore, his nose bone had been completely shattered, although it was very painful, but it was not a big injury.

On the other hand, Li Wenshuo's left shoulder was severely injured, and it was almost impossible to use it in a short period of time, and his body was also injured with a lot of internal injuries, and this was only a dozen rounds of fighting, and Yang Yu Chengji had not used any killer moves.

There are already five or six people around at this moment, all of whom are good at the Xianfeng realm, especially the person who is the leader, and his cultivation has reached the great perfection of Xianfeng.

He also saw Li Wenshuo's state, and said in his heart that although this person is powerful, he is also seriously injured, and he is in danger of wealth and wealth, if I kill him, wouldn't it be a great achievement?

Thinking of this, a touch of ruthlessness appeared on his face, and he shouted coldly: "Bold thief, don't die soon!"

As he spoke, he rushed out, and the distance of dozens of zhang was crossed in just two breaths, and the golden whip in his hand was swung out from top to bottom, and vaguely, the qi surged, and the sound of wind and thunder was mixed in it.

Faced with this move, Li Wenshuo snorted coldly, and his remaining right hand was raised suddenly, and Sen Ran's sword light was like a round of crescent moon, and the shot was half scattered with all his strength, and he slashed out mercilessly.

Hearing only a loud sound, the astonishing golden whip was actually swept away by this simple sword and turned aside.

The sound of the broken teeth turned, and the spirit of the fierce sword qi changed into an abnormality, like a snake, bypassing his blocking arm, and a sword pierced his heart.

Until he fell to the ground, he still didn't understand why he was in the realm of Xianfeng at the same time, and the opponent was obviously at the end of the strong crossbow, but he was still defeated like this.

Li Wenshuo lightly pulled out his long sword, brought up a string of blood flowers, and looked coldly at Chengji in front of him.

Seeing this scene, the other few people who were still ready to move were also a lot more honest at the moment, and then they remembered that although this person looked the same as them, he was only in the Xianfeng realm, but in fact, he could fight with their master, where could they be enemies.

Sheep Tongue Chengji also narrowed his eyes slightly, and calmed down, how similar was the sword Li Wenshuo just now to the punch he had just hit Li Wenshuo's left shoulder, this guy actually learned his moves in one fight.

If such a person escapes, in a few years, will he not be his opponent?

Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in Chengji's eyes, and he already had the intention of killing in his heart, and the movements in his hands also changed slightly, no longer as casual as before.

Chi Ze has changed, and he doesn't want to spend any more time with Li Wenshuo.