Yin Shuiliu's chest rose and fell slightly, and his face was even more terrifyingly pale, when Bo Ai walked outside the tent, he had just woken up from a nightmare, with a dense layer of sweat on his forehead, and after lighting the candle, he went to look for a few towels next to the case.

At the foot of Longshou Mountain, on the bank of the Lishui River, there are people in clothes fluttering and looking back at him.

This kind of dream may be charming, or it may be fragrant, but for Yin Shuiliu, this picture is like a demon in his heart, which almost made him fail at the key point of yin and yang in the "Secret Book of the Sun", and put all his hopes into water.

There was a pan pattern mirror next to the towel, which was a relic of Mrs. Xi, and when Yin Shuiliu's fingers inadvertently touched it, he inexplicably picked it up together.

In the light of the candle flame, Yin Shuiliu's face entered the mirror.

Although the mirror image is blurred, it can be seen that the sword eyebrows fly obliquely into the sideburns, and the tail end is faint, outlining a lot of enchantment that has never been seen before.

Yin Shuiliu had never looked at himself so closely since he cultivated the "Secret Book of the Sun", and at this time, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar mirror image in the mirror, every time he looked at it for a while, his face showed a little more hatred. When the disgust was the strongest, the pan pattern mirror in his hand was suddenly thrown aside by Yin Shuiliu.

"Roll ......"

There was a sharp low cry in the tent, which was a rare gaffe for Yin Shuiliu in front of outsiders.

His voice was cold and cold, with a feminine tip that made him hateful, and he looked directly at Bo Ai and said: "Say who your main messenger is, read it in Bo Ji's face, and get out of here after speaking, and Benjun will treat you as if you have died, don't let Benjun see you again in your lifetime." ”

"My sister?"

The smell of blood in the tent has dissipated, but a large area of dried blood still remains, Shang Xi once said that he would change the tent, but Yin Shuiliu did not agree.

Bo Ai took his eyes off Yin Shuiliu's face, looked at the bloodstains in the tent, and was all frightened by Yin Shuiliu's low voice, and his expression gradually became hideous: "The servant's king, the servant's sister was killed by your sword here that day, and today you remember my sister again?"

Yin Shuiliu held a towel in his hand, slanted at him and said, "This is the reason why you are not subservient?"

Bo Ai took a step forward, the momentum of the murder rose, and he clenched his fists forward and said: "The master of no virtue, everyone should abandon it, today is my ......"

"When the Lord is killed?"

Yin Shuiliu sneered, went to the hypocritical rhetoric, and said the purpose of his trip on behalf of Bo Ai, and then shook his head and said, "It's a pity that you are late." ”

Late?

Bo Ai sneered, how could he be late.

The camp was well arranged, both inside and out, and the former high Demon King would be humiliated by him today.

"Although you are a descendant of Bo Guoji's surname Bo, you are a subordinate person, if you don't have this gentleman to promote you to the status of a scholar, how can you be qualified to practice the "Doctor Sword Technique". It's a pity that you didn't learn literature and martial arts until you were sixteen years old, even if Benjun took a lot of care of you, you have only opened the first true door to this day, and you have fifty connections, and the dantian pulse cultivation is only considered a small success......"

"So what?"

The Shang Yin Dynasty implemented the national contempt system, non-countrymen were not allowed to cultivate martial arts and occupy martial arts resources, and the strict hierarchy of the two classes was like a chasm dividing the upper and lower levels, and the subordinates with a lower social status than the contemptible people had only one use. That was to have more children, to be slaves for generations, and to provide various services to the noble class, including funeral services.

Bo Ai Bo Ji was favored, out of slavery for many years, at this time Yin Shuiliu mentioned the former lowliness, a face flushed, he used his fingers as a sword, this is Yin Shuiliu taught the "Doctor Swordsmanship" in the sword trick of the starting style, this martial arts trick to belong to the Shang Yin Dynasty belongs to the level of the doctor, is Yin Shuiliu Nian in Bo Ji's face to give an exception, he can learn this doctor.

"Even if my martial arts cultivation is no longer in the stream, it will hurt you, an evil master who has no virtue and is deaf, and has been cursed by the Ninety-Five, just this finger of fifty connections is enough. ”

Approaching two steps towards the case.

When Bo Ai came, he was a little uneasy, because he had been a master and servant who had been ingrained since he was a child, and now he was facing the evil demon and evil king, and there was no way out of the matter of rebelling against the lord.

"Stupid Pawn ......"

Yin Shuiliu turned a blind eye to Bo Ai's imminent attack, and he looked at the sunset sword lying horizontally on several cases, under which Bo Ji and his concubines died that day.

Stroked the sword with his hand, just like the green silk that caressed the concubines when they got along with them in the past, and continued to approach Bo Ai, Yin Shuiliu just said indifferently: "You are not in a hurry to make a move, but you have learned this method of pressure step by step, but Benjun is a little curious, Benjun is too calm during this time, so that they feel bored, change the plan to coerce you to come to kill the king, and how will you wait to hurt Benjun but not kill, and then find some excuse to leave the tent, so that Benjun alone in the tent to enjoy the feeling of betrayal and separation?"

"How do you ......"

Bo Ai's momentum stopped, he shouldn't have made a sound, but he still asked three words before he paused.

Yin Shuiliu looked disdainful, threw the handkerchief that had been wiped with beads of sweat in his hand on a few places, and motioned Bo Ai to come forward and said: "Threatened by others, afraid of death and betraying the master, why use the name of Bo Ji, from the moment you entered the account, for this gentleman, Bo Ji's brother has already died......"

"Shut up!"

was poked in the heart by Yin Shuiliu, Bo Ai's handsome face was distorted a little, as if he had been slapped fiercely, and then he laughed strangely.

In the past, this wasted man not only overwhelmed his peers in the Yin Shang royal family, but also moved Yin Shang with his talent.

But even if he guessed right, so what?

Now that the Yin family is in decline, the princes are lawless, and the world has been ruined for a long time, it is no longer the era of the prosperity of the Shang family, Sang Ze can rebel against the master, Zhao Jie can rebel against the master, why can't he kill the master for the sake of his own life?

With his finger over, the head of the wasted man who fell from the mud and still held high will hang down completely, and no one can change his end.

A few steps to get closer.

When Bo Ai was pointing out his fingers fiercely, he found that the other party was using two fingers as a sword on several sides, which was exactly the same starting style of "Doctor's Swordsmanship" as him.

The thunder came suddenly, the candles on several cases were about to be extinguished, the sound of the rain crackled outside as before, and the fighting inside the tent was like lightning, and it was over in just a breath.

The same "Doctor's Swordsmanship" starting style, the same trajectory, but Yin Shui flows like a mountain, while Bo Ai is like a fierce beast that hurts people.

Bo Ai retreated eight paces, only a few steps away from meeting the curtain he had unveiled earlier.

"How could it be ......"

The two fingers that used the finger as the sword were almost broken, Bo Ai's face was pale, and in the disbelief on his face, he looked at the sword finger that could no longer be straightened up.

Isn't he the Yin Clan's Ninety-Five Curse in his body, and he is already a wasted person?

How can you still have such ability?

"Ben Jun was six years old in the dark with teeth biting and killing, you and Ben Jun are the same age, if you have always been a subordinate person, living a precarious life, at any time to be humiliated by others, even if you are not talented enough to practice martial arts, Fang Cai will not be so vulnerable, simple starting style, you make it still like a few years ago when you first learned, when Ben Jun praised you, now a few years have passed, you are still at such a level, obviously without the supervision of Ben Jun, you have been in a state of absoluteness, the power of the dantian pulse can not give full play to the power of swordsmanship, just put this on the level of a doctor"Doctor's Swordsmanship" is regarded as a skill that this gentleman favors you. ”

"When Bo Ji died, Benjun told her that since Benjun has entrusted you with the power of a doctor, as long as you behave properly, as long as Benjun can still be rich and noble, you can ensure that you have a worry-free future. Now you kneel down facing this king, and say that the army that instructed you to come to kill you tonight will give you a way to die without much pain after you say it. ”

Bo Ai's lips trembled, cold sweat couldn't help but flow, the pain of his fingers was not as good as the horror and fear in his heart at this time, as if time had been reversed back to a few years ago, when his sister had just been favored, he was wearing a subordinate brown robe, and bowed to the man in front of him, not daring to look up at all.

"I ......"

When his knees became weaker, and when Bo Ai was about to kneel down like losing his strength, Yin Shuiliu looked behind Bo Ai and said in a low voice: "Good courage." ”

The tent was uncovered again, and it was the soldier who was guarding the tent.

Covered with a black scarf, revealing only a pair of eyes, the armor soldier was silent, wrapped in rain like a whirlwind into the tent, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed when it was outside the tent.

His goal is not Yin Shuiliu, but Bo Ai.

The rain on the tip of the sword was dripping down before it could fall to the ground, and the tip of the sword of the armor soldier was already on Bo Ai's vest, and with just one more stab forward, he could complete the act of extinguishing the mouth, and then fled away.

There was a sudden sound in the tent, it was the sound of a sharp sword unsheathed, from the case in front of Yin Shuiliu.

The armor soldier was unmoved, but knew that it was the sunset sword of the Demon Lord.

A ray of brilliance rose from the darkness, as beautiful as a dream, like a beam of the sun's rays.

In the spring season, before the summer, how can there be a feeling of scorching sun, the tip of the sword of the armor soldier is an inch forward, and he suddenly feels a burst of blazing heat on the right hand holding the sword, he has a lot of experience in fighting with people, and immediately feels that it is not good, knowing that it is the other party's pulse technique, the sword momentum that goes forward is forced to change halfway, and the momentum of killing with one blow is suddenly stopped.

Bite.

With a crisp sound, the long sword in the armor soldier's hand broke in two.

Even if he knew that the Demon Monarch was inconsistent with the rumors, he still had the ability to pass the pulse of the dantian, and the soldiers had a certain amount of psychological preparation before entering the tent and destroying the mouth, and they still couldn't help but change color at this time.

His sword is just an ordinary three-foot bronze sword, and the Demon Monarch is the Marquis of Yin Shang, holding a Wu Yue sword such as the Xizhao Sword, and his shuriken will be cut off with one blow, which is not uncommon. And he is no stranger to the sword moves of the Demon Monarch, the Yin clan's scholar-level martial arts recipe "Three Tips of the Blazing Sword", although it is not a secret, it is only one of the basic martial arts of the Yin royal family.

These two things were not enough to make the Yi Pawn completely lose his fighting spirit, and what made him want to break through the account and escape the next moment was the speed of the Filthy Demon Monarch and the real scorching pulse technique.

The sound of the sword unsheathed at sunset was still echoing in his ears, and the tip of the Demon Monarch's sword was already in front of him, how could this speed be the speed that the Demon Monarch with the curse of the Ninety-Five Curse in his body should have, especially what made his heart tremble was where this sword came from, he couldn't even fathom it at all, as if the sword was there, waiting for the tip of his sword to hit it headlong and break it, and with a burning feeling that disturbed his pulse.

Damn it.

It's just one round, and the armor soldiers are complaining, who would have thought that the Dirty Demon King, who is already like a dead man, would have such a martial arts cultivation.

If he had expected this, when he heard about the changes inside the tent, he would have chosen to flee far away in horror, where could he manage Bo Ai so much. His martial arts cultivation is the first realm of the true gate, he has already passed through hundreds of human connections, and he is about to open up the first leyline, which is far better than Bo Ai, but the other party is the first master of the younger generation of the Yin Shang royal family in the past.