Seeing that Lu Wushuang was injured, the dead Xiao Mo was even more pressing step by step, his right palm gathered ten successful forces, wrapped in the momentum of ten thousand jun, and brought a thunderous palm wind to slap Lu Wushuang's head, seeing that the enemy was about to die under the palm, at this time, a jade flute flew from outside the door at a high speed, and the target was directly aimed at the heart of the dead Xiao Mo. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dead Xiao Mo was shocked, the direction of his right palm changed, and he hit the trajectory of the jade flute, only to hear a clear sound of the bell, and the jade flute was slapped by him and flew out sideways, hitting the bronze mirror of the dresser in the corner of the room.

At this time, Lu Wushuang also took the opportunity to escape and pulled out a distance from him.

"What kind of person!" Dead Xiao Mo snorted, his eyes full of anger and looked in the direction of the door.

"This son, you have to be merciful and forgiving, why do you want to kill them all?" A crisp voice came from outside the door, and then a woman in a green shirt with a faint slender, light body appeared in the sight of Xiao Mo.

"It's you!" died Xiao Mo's eyes froze.

"Childe recognizes me?" The woman in the green shirt was stunned for a moment, and then regained her faint demeanor.

This woman is none other than Cheng Ying, the saint of the Five Immortals Sect, and she is also the kind-hearted person who rescued him from the Five Immortals Sect in his dream.

"Be forgiving and forgiving, hum! That's a nice word, but how could she ever spare me!" Dead Xiao Mo's eyes were full of resentment, he stared at Lu Wushuang who had already walked to Cheng Ying's side with red eyes, and said resentfully: "This demon girl planted a heart Gu on me, so that I fell into a hallucination and killed four of my dearest people by mistake, how can this kind of hatred be uncovered by a sentence of 'forgive people and spare people'!"

"Alas!" Cheng Ying sighed softly, her expression was a little helpless, and she said to the dead Xiaomo:

"I can understand your pain, but when is the time for retribution, only letting go is the way to liberation!"

"Cousin, why bother with him, you and I may not be able to take him down if we join forces!" Lu Wushuang said ruthlessly beside him.

Although she was hit by the Ice Spirit Silver Needle of the Dead Xiao Mo, her skills were extraordinary, and she almost stepped into the innate realm with one foot, so she could still release such a wild speech when she was poisoned and hit by the palm of the Dead Xiao Mo.

"Really, then let me see if your kung fu is as powerful as your mouth!"

Seeing this, Cheng Ying's face looked even more helpless, but for the sake of her cousin, she had to meet her.

As soon as the two took over, they immediately fought on a par, both sides of you palm me and I palm, the dead Xiao Mo only attacked but not defended, the move was ruthless, the style was sharp, Cheng Ying suddenly defended the attack, the palm shadow was flickering, and he was at ease against the enemy.

The two of them had more than ten moves, and the battle was stalemate, when suddenly a silver arc scimitar took advantage of the death of Xiao Mo and slashed towards his back.

Cheng Ying, who was fighting with the dead Xiaomo, saw this scene and blurted out an exclamation:

"Be careful!"

Dead Xiao Mo didn't think about his body to the side, poof, the sound of a sharp weapon entering the flesh sounded, Dead Xiao Mo snorted, endured the pain in his shoulder, and hit behind him with a palm, bang, Lu Wushuang, who was sneaking up behind him, was swept by him with a palm, hit the table behind him, and made a ping-pong sound.

"Cousin!" Cheng Ying was shocked again, she couldn't care about fighting with the dead Xiao Mo anymore, so she hurriedly ran to Lu Wushuang's side and helped her stand up.

Dead Xiao Mo turned around holding his injured shoulder, looked at Cheng Ying, who was unscathed, and Lu Wushuang, who was seriously injured and poisoned, with unwilling eyes, and finally jumped to the window and fled through the window.

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A few months later, in an inn in Lin'an City, the dead Xiao Mo was holding a cup of tea in his hand, his index finger was gently tapping the rim of the cup, his eyebrows were frowning, and his expression seemed to be thinking about something.

A few months ago, he went to the Five Immortals Sect to seek revenge, thinking that with his martial arts that had stepped into the top ranks, he could kill the enemy in one fell swoop, but he didn't want the Holy Maiden of the Five Immortals Sect to suddenly appear at the critical moment, and let his revenge plan fall short.

Dead Xiao Mo knew that he could not defeat two top masters alone, so he decisively left Xiangxi and came to Lin'an, which had many implications with him in this dream. While he was thinking about what to do next, he heard a man at the next table say:

"Eh, have you heard? Xiangyang is lost!"

Dead Xiaomo glanced over his head and looked at it, and it was a Jianghu man with a knife who said this.

"Really? How could Xiangyang be lost? Isn't Xiangyang guarded by Guo Daxia, and if he has General Yue's Wu Mu suicide note, will he also be defeated by the Mongol Tartars?" one of them was full of disbelief when he heard this.

"Of course this is true, I heard that Guo Daxia, who guarded Xiangyang, and his wife both died in Xiangyang City, alas! A generation of heroes, what a pity!" The Jianghu man who provoked the topic shook his head and sighed.

"So the Great Song Dynasty is coming to an end?" asked a scholar with a little insight.

"Shh~" Another person at the same table hurriedly stretched out his index finger and put it to his mouth to silence him, then turned his head to look around, and saw that no one was paying attention to the conversation here, so he whispered again: "You can't talk nonsense, you want to kill your head!"

As he spoke, he made a knife and slashed at his neck.

"Eh! Brother Ren doesn't have to be so afraid, now the imperial court can't even take care of its own affairs, where is there any spare time to listen to us!" said the person who provoked the conversation.

"What do we do if the Mongol Tartars do come here?" asked another, worried.

I heard that the Mongols are afraid of water, so why don't we find some people to go to sea?"

"Hey! how can a gentleman be so greedy for life and afraid of death," the scholar glanced at the man who suggested fleeing with disdain, and said proudly: "Men should be self-reliant, the Zhao court is in decline, and the children of the Han family should revolt against Mongolia and the Song Dynasty!"

"That's good!" the Jianghu man responded: "This benevolent brother is very right, the Zhao family is incompetent, even heroes like Guo Daxia have folded in Xiangyang, we can no longer think about saving the Zhao family, only an uprising can drive away the Mongolian Tartars and stabilize the orthodoxy of my Han family!"

"A few of them, there is some pain in the lower stomach, and they are out of company!" The man who was afraid of being killed saw that the more people in front of him talked, the more terrifying they became, and he hurriedly made a reason to leave.

After the man left, the others continued to chat:

"Eh, I heard that there is a Ming Sect in the Western Regions, they are the masters of the poor people, why don't we go to them?"

"Mingjiao?hmm, I seem to have heard some ......"

"Is this true? Did they kill the Mongol Tatars?"

......

Xiangyang was lost, Zhao Song was about to end, and the Mongolian Tatars were ?......

Hearing this, Xiao Mo shook his head, took the tea in his hand and drank it all, then got up and left.

He grew up in Sanssouci Valley, Sanssouci Valley is isolated from the world, so he is not interested in things between countries, what he cares about at the moment is his family feud, only by killing the leader of the Five Immortals Sect, his sinful heart can be liberated.

(For more information, see the next breakdown)

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