The twilight is vast, and the surroundings are strange and dangerous.

Su Ziang wanted to leave with his legs, but his heart was full of mystery and curiosity, and then he thought about Chang Zida, and the ghost squatted down in the corner, and said in his heart: At most, one tea, if no one appears, return to Taihua Mountain immediately.

Perhaps at dusk, there is silence at the mouth of the alley, and only on the streets in the opposite direction, people can occasionally be seen walking by.

There is a big locust tree growing on the side of the alley, the tree is decorated with white locust flowers, a fragrance of locust flowers wafts in the twilight wind, after half a lamp, there is a sudden sound of footsteps at the mouth of the alley, and there are about five or six people in the sound.

Su Ziang's heart was excited, he shrank down with the collar of his gray robe half-covering his head, only to hear the footsteps and run over very quickly, and suddenly heard a familiar voice say:

"Senior Sister Yan, is it really you?" Chang Zijian's voice was low and hoarse, full of helplessness and disappointment, only to hear him say again: "I have watched you and Zida grow up together since I was a child, until today, I always hoped that Senior Brother Su heard it wrong, but it turned out that I was wrong!"

Then I only heard Chang Zijian raise his voice and said: "Yifeng has been in the same family for many years, and Senior Brother Jiang doesn't have to hide it, how can my brother offend you, and he will insist on killing him?"

"It's just that Chang Zida is too stupid!" a magnetic male voice said, listening to the voice was Jiang Ming, who appeared in the Yellow Dragon Valley that day, and then heard a series of sounds, swish, like the sound of a blade unsheathed.

"Senior Sister Yan, Chang Yan and the two clans have been friends for generations, I don't want to meet you with swords. Chang Zijian said quickly: "You must have been confused by ghosts, hurry up and follow me back to Taihua Mountain to explain to the real people, in order to ask for forgiveness from the master and family?"

"Nope. Yan Hua finally spoke up: "I'm sorry Zida, but I will never return to the Taihua faction." Her voice trembled, but her attitude was unusually firm.

"For the sake of a brute surnamed Jiang, you even betrayed your master and family?" Chang Zijian continued to persuade: "Senior Sister Yan, you are really quick for the enemy, and painful for the relative. ”

I only heard a strange man shouting in his voice: "Chang Gongzi doesn't have to talk nonsense with sluts and brutes, take her ** husband and send it to Taihua Mountain, and the real people will make decisions for Chang's family." ”

"Wait. Chang Zijian broke off and gritted his teeth and said: "Senior Sister Yan, you are a beautiful woman, why should you be a thief? It puts yourself and your family in danger, today is your last chance, do you have to think about it?"

"Nope. Yan Hua said coldly: "Since the night Chang Zida died, I have no way out. After speaking, it seemed to be the sound of the spirit sword unsheathed, only to hear Jiang Ming laugh wildly and shout: "Haha, this is the woman I Jiang Ming has played, sassy and ruthless!"

In an instant, the brilliance of various spells in the alley flickered, and the sound of blade collision was sonorous, Su Ziang had already known that there were some things that should not be known through the assassination of Houtu Peak last time, and he must not know, so he decided not to show up as soon as possible, and quietly got up and climbed to the big locust tree on the side.

In the narrow alley, seven people were divided into two groups chasing and killing, Chang Zijian waved a long sword in his hand to fight against a man and a woman, it should be Jiang Ming and Yan Hua, the remaining four people couldn't tell who was who, two gray-shirted men covered their faces and two other black-robed men attacked each other.

Chang Zijian and Jiang Ming and Yan Hua are all in the same sect, and they are all cultivators in the Ning Yuan Realm, but the level is different, and they did not use the debut magic power to kill in the early stage, but they just kept sending out fireball techniques to test each other, but this time it was not the same competition, but the sacrifice of their lives.

Chang Zijian raised his sword and pointed at the sky, a bright fire light condensed on the tip of the sword like fireworks, its color was red and heavy, like a substance swaying left and right in mid-air, only one wave, straight to Jiang Ming's oblique waist slashed, Jiang Ming jumped to the left, drew the sword, and a fire curtain was erected in front of him to protect.

"Bang".

The two spells collided violently, sparks flew, Jiang Ming took a big step back, obviously inferior in skill, and he immediately shouted: "Yan Hua shot to kill him." ”

A pure white water arrow flashed quickly in the twilight, and the water intent surged towards Chang Zijian's lower abdomen, this type of water archery technique hit the key point with killing intent, Chang Zijian just hit a fireball technique, and the spiritual power could not be condensed for a while, and a big vertical step flashed out.

The long sword in Jiang Ming's hand was straightened, and he slashed at Chang Zijian's legs obliquely, and the angle of the sword was obscene and insidious......

Su Ziang secretly scolded the slut, and was about to jump off the big locust tree to help Chang Zijian.

"Ahh

A black-robed man is an eighth-order warrior, and his opponent is a gray-robed man's Ningyuan Realm monk, the gray-robed monk pinched the trick and cast a spell, and three long swords suddenly appeared in mid-air, and the sword light flashed coldly, stabbing at the black-robed eighth-order warrior like lightning from the top, middle and bottom directions.

The black-robed eighth-order warrior shouted loudly, and the round and heavy "Spirit Shield" should be pushed out of his palm, slamming into the gray-shirted monk head-on like a small grinding plate, like a galloping horse, savagely and directly approaching the opponent.

At the same time, a heavy and thick-backed Shura axe appeared in the hands of the eighth-order warrior in an instant, and with a fierce swing, it slashed down.

The two of them instantly turned into close flesh, and the Shura axe instantly slashed on the spine of the long sword, and with a "bang", the long sword flew in response, and the eighth-order samurai axe handle was raised, and a big hole was suddenly cracked in the chest of the gray-shirted man, blood burst wildly, and he sat on the ground with a stagger.

"Kill!"

The black-robed eighth-order warrior shouted loudly, jumped up with a victory and Yu Wei, and the Shura axe swung with a chilling killing intent, slashing at the head of the other gray-shirted man.

When Jiang Ming saw that the gray-shirted man was defeated, he shouted in a low voice: "Go." ”

"Where to go?"

Chang Zi built a circle of spiritual swords, eight bowl-sized flames condensed at the tip of the sword, erected like ears of wheat, sword swing, the fire has sealed the retreat of Jiang Ming and Yan Hua, and the last gray-shirted man was besieged by two black-robed men, "snapped" and threw out a pill, and a spicy black smoke floated out from the alley, and he said in a distant voice: "Ninety-three young master, go away!"

Yan Hua and Jiang Ming drew a water curtain and a fire curtain to disperse the fireball that Chang Zijian hit, paused slightly, the black smoke in the alley had faded, Chang Zijian's sword light had locked the two of them firmly, and the two black-robed men had already pounced.

"Slash the red dust!"

Jiang Ming was in a hurry and suddenly roared, and the spirit sword in his hand bloomed, containing the determination of a sword to break through the red dust, and the human sword was one, and Chang Zijian was directly killed.

Chang Zijian's eyes lit up, and he sang loudly: "A sword to cut the red dust, free to Lingyun!"

Chopping Hongchen and Lingyunbu are both Dao magic powers practiced by the monks of the Taihua Sect Ning Yuan Realm, but Chang Zijian is extremely familiar with the use of the moves of slashing Hongchen, because Chang Zida's Dao magic power is also cultivated to slash Hongchen.

Slashing the red dust is a method of attacking with all your might, requiring the caster to have a sword to cut through the red dust, either the fish dies or the net breaks the killing intent.

Lingyun Step is a type of defensive and offensive move, the caster with a breath of aura, with the level of cultivation, can turn three to seven steps in the air, the enemy's offensive is also just disintegrating, the monk who casts Lingyun Step just has the offensive to gather up and send out a Lingyun blow.

Chang Zijian hated Jiang Ming to the core, and he couldn't scold him because of the constraints of the children of the family, but a killing heart to seek justice for his deceased brother has been hanging high, and the two sides fought for more than ten rounds, just waiting for Jiang Ming to slash the red dust desperately.

Cutting the red dust is a trick that most monks of the Taihua faction like to practice, and they originally paid attention to the indomitable killing intent, but tonight's Jiang Ming has been thinking about how to get out since he saw Chang Zijian in Huaqing City, and there is no indomitable killing intent in his will, and some are just fleeing.

In the chanting, Chang Zijian's figure floated up, like stepping on a ladder, his feet connected in the air, one step two and three steps, and when he reached the fifth step and a half, Jiang Ming's spirit sword attack in his hand was exhausted.

Chang Zijian in mid-air was like a heavenly soldier general, the spirit sword was shining brightly, emitting a fierce and unparalleled killing intent, only a flash, a sword light had enveloped Jiang Ming, Yan Hua screamed loudly in horror, and a stream of water archery hit Chang Zijian's throat.

"Master, help!" Jiang Ming shouted.