"Brother Qin, please take a step to speak!" The wind is not loud, but it spreads far and wide, and it is more than enough in the three rooms in the east, west and north. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but he waited for a while, but no one appeared in the courtyard, and there was no answer. The wind did not sink in vain, and the toes rubbed backwards on the ground, and lifted upwards, and seven stones rose in the air, at first very urgent, and then the slower it became, and the stones were connected into a line, as if floating in front of his eyes. The wind poked out his hands in vain, flicked his four fingers in a row, and seven stones whistled out in three directions, northeast, and west, only a muffled sound was heard, and the seven stones either penetrated through the window lattice, or pierced through the wall, and were embedded in the wall of the house. At the same time, there was a buzzing sound in the three rooms. Seven stones, seven techniques, containing different strength, the distance through the obstacle is different, but the last to come first, all hit together, it is the wind does not take the length of a hundred schools of thought into one secret weapon technique "Seven Stars by the Moon"!

After a while, the aftermath dissipated, the courtyard was still silent, and the arrogance that faintly appeared on Feng Buyi's face was gradually covered by a solemn look of doubt.

In this way, there is indeed no one in the main house on the north side of the east and west wings. Judging from the character of Feng Bu in vain, if you don't see it, you don't believe it! Relying on his outstanding martial arts, Feng Bu lit the fire and walked towards the wing room on the east side. The faint flickering light of the fire fold was like an invisible hand, lifting away the black cloth that was covering his eyes. Feng Bu stepped into the door of the room and looked around, and what he saw in front of him was obviously beyond his expectations, and there was not even a single log to be found. Feng was very puzzled, turned around and came to the west wing, the scenery in the room was no different from the east wing. His brows gradually tightened together, and he walked silently towards the main house on the north side, which was still empty!

Feng Buvain first began to doubt his eyes, and then doubted Li Yuanying's memory. He turned around the main room a few times unwillingly, the fire fold in his hand flickering as he walked, and he glanced aimlessly at all corners of the room. Suddenly, in the high part of the wall, in an inconspicuous corner, there seemed to be an imprint that was not in harmony with other places, and the wind did not use the gecko's swimming skills against the wall in vain, leaning against the wall to lift his breath, and his body was like a swimming dragon, climbing up to the corner of the wall. The wind is not in vain to take the fire fold closer, only to see a few words written crookedly on it, from the pen force alone, it should be engraved on it with finger force, I don't know whether it is a little more force, or the wall is too soft, there are a few places have been sunken and peeled off, and the other remnants of the words are: kill, he, yang, sword, villa.

The wind jumped on the ground in vain, and after a little thought, he understood most of it in his heart, but when he was connected, he was confused, and the words "sword" and "villa" were quite close, and it was speculated that it should be Xiaojian Villa; there was a hole between "He" and "Yang", if he guessed well, it was Qin Yiyang, but this Qin Yiyang had already changed his name to Qin Xuanxing, and was named Qin Songyue by himself, so why did he suddenly "return to the basics"? Could it be that he had recovered his memory during this time? If it was serious, how should this "killing" be explained? The wind was not in vain for a while, and he climbed up again, remembering the place of collapse and the location of the remaining words, and casually wiped it at the writing place, and the small piece of ground in the top corner became generally flat, and there was no trace of it.

"Where did this Qin Songyue go?" Feng Bu walked in the courtyard, the light in his hand gradually extinguished, but the nameless fire in his heart slowly ignited. In his opinion, if that word was really Qin Songyue's doing, it would be tantamount to a provocation, and at the juncture of the union of the four swords, this old thing would only jump out and make trouble for me, and he didn't know how to lift it! And Li Yuanying, an old Jianghu, with so many brothers in his hands, couldn't even look down on one person... The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the anger in his heart mixed with evil and turned into murderous intent. The murderous aura became more and more intense, and the killing word on the wall also catered to the words that appeared in front of his eyes. In just an instant, the anger in his heart turned into an indescribable puzzle: did he really want to kill his former self?

"Knock! Knock! It's dry, be careful of the candle!" "Knock! knock!" There was a sound of beating not far away, and inadvertently, it was already the second watch. The slightly hoarse voice of the watchman was heard by the wind, as if it was more than just a reminder. Without further ado, the wind is also thinking like this, it is better to choose a day than to hit the sun, and not to visit the Howling Sword Villa again tonight. Thinking certainly, the wind did not indulge in vain, and under the cover of night, he came to the city wall in an instant. Jingzhao has been an important town since ancient times, where the soldiers must fight for the place, the city wall is not only high and wide but also thick, can resist millions of male soldiers. But even if the city is strong, it is not more than Erer in the eyes of the wind, and it is like walking on the ground through the wall. The soldiers on the city wall only felt a black shadow flashing in front of them, and thought that they had bumped into some evil thing, and when they reacted, they wanted to release the arrows, but it was already three autumns. At this time, the wind is not in vain, and it is already far away in the land of three arrows.

Within half an hour, the wind appeared outside the ruins of Howling Sword Villa. Running wildly for dozens of miles, he wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and walked around a few steps at will, trying to balance out his internal breath. He set his eyes on the ruins, and for more than a month, the Howling Sword Villa seemed to be even more dilapidated. This large area of land in front of me is like a scar on a person's body that can never be healed, uneven and lingering. The night wind, wandering wantonly among the ruins, made a sound that was both whistling and whimpering, adding a bit of slaughter and weirdness to this ghostly cave-like place, even the wind is such a top master, there is a faint chill on his back.

The wind was about to go deep into it, and suddenly a gust of wind carried a golden shadow, and it passed quickly not far from his left front.

"Huh?" Feng Buvain's heart tightened, and he said in his heart: Since I came back yesterday, I have encountered so many strange things, but why? In the eyes of others, the shadow was already moving extremely fast, but the wind was still approaching easily. Sure enough, someone is turning around and making a ghost! Feng Bu thought hatefully, staring at the person in front of him, his heart full of contempt. After a while, the man's feet slowed down, so that if the wind did not stop, the two of them would be huddled together in an instant. Under the ignorance of the reality, the wind did not dare to get too close, and then slowed down, deliberately keeping a distance, and scanning the surroundings vigilantly to prevent fraud.

In a short time, the man came to a halt in an open field, and the wind stopped ten paces behind him.