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Jiang Fenghan's brows froze in one place, as if he was distressed, and as if he was contemplating.

"You have always said that you are involved in all kinds of disputes because you enjoy the fun of this kind of fighting. Jiang Fenghan asked: "But now, can I understand that the reason why you will help Zhang Xuanzong is not just for the fun of the power struggle between us and him, but also for a different kind of thought?"

The old man's lips trembled slightly, he didn't smile but gave people the feeling of smiling, and the old age spots on his face were a little dim and terrifying in the dark light, "I have to admit that although the old man calls himself Sandou and participates in all kinds of disputes everywhere, it is just a hide of the fear of death, especially as I get older, the fear in my heart becomes stronger and stronger, and what spreads in my heart day and night is the resistance to death." ”

"However, I know that just as a flower withers and water flows, the steps towards death will never be diverted by human will, and I can only pretend to face it calmly. The cloudy yellow eyes of the old man Sandou burned with fireworks, and the winter rain, flying leaves and Jiang Fenghan reflected in his eyes all shone in the flames: "It wasn't until after the incident in Qingcheng Mountain that I re-examined the reasons for the failure of the Qingcheng Battle that I reborn hope in my heart." ”

I don't know when it started, the old man Sandou's emotions gradually became excited, and he didn't even mention the old man's self-claim again, "Song Qiu's origin is problematic, Song Qiu's skills are problematic, and those friends around Song Qiu have problems, if you put these questions on the term 'immortal', then all questions will have answers, and all problems will become no problem." This is my only chance, and I will never let it slip through my fingers, even if I want to take the initiative to become a pawn, I will not hesitate to do so. ”

"It seems that although you have lost two games in a row, you seem to be very satisfied?" Jiang Fenghan asked as he looked at the rain outside the pavilion, and those slanting wind and drizzle became a little ethereal in his eyes, as if they were covered with a thick layer of mist.

The old man of Sandou raised his head and laughed: "Satisfied, of course satisfied, these are the two most satisfying games I have lost in my life." Without these two games, how would I find the immortals?"

Jiang Fenghan put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "You seem to have forgotten one thing - the rain outside is very heavy, you are so old, wet clothes will not be good for your health, maybe you will die of illness." Don't go to Song Qiu, stay and chat with me. ”

Stay on a rainy day, but don't leave a person on a rainy day.

As an old man of Sandou who has read the classics, he is naturally no stranger to this allusion, he walked to the pavilion and stretched out his hand to catch the rain floating outside the pavilion, which was cold and cold, and some soaked bones.

"You're getting one thing wrong. The old man of Sandou withdrew his palm, turned his head to look at Jiang Fenghan and said, "Who is the master and who is the guest has not yet been decided, maybe the person who will be left behind is not me, but you?"

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All kinds of weapons bounced off and splashed countless droplets, and everyone's eyes were almost covered by almost misty droplets, leaving only a hazy patch.

Song Qiu, Jian Hongyu, Lu Yuanlong, and the Kunlun Eight Swords formed a small circle with their backs to back, striking the Divine Whip in their left hand and the True Martial Heaven-Shattering Sword in their right hand, using both hands together, fighting fiercely with the incoming enemy.

Although most of these monks from various sects are from humble backgrounds, and they are even more ordinary compared to the identity of the "Five Uniques" descendants, it has to be said that as the leaders of their own sects, they still have a hand that can be praised, especially in the case of more battles and fewer battles, every move and style of their every move and style will bring great pressure to the young people at the core of the encirclement.

Lu Yuanlong wiped his face, he didn't know if it was rain or blood on his face, he gasped and used his sword to block back the spear of the sect master of Jinghua Sect, a black light hit in front of him, stabbing and stabbing an extra bloody wound on his arm.

If it weren't for the fact that the attacker was shattered in the chest by Jian Hongyu beside him, Lu Yuanlong was afraid that one of his arms would have been removed.

Looking at the partner who died in an instant beside him, the Jinghua Sect Master was startled, his eyes were a little cringe, and the moves in his hand slowed down intentionally or unintentionally.

As soon as he slowed down, the offensive of the entire encirclement was also affected, and they all sluggished, and Zhang Xuanzong, who was standing outside the crowd to supervise the battle, saw this and shouted loudly: "Mo Xunhuan, do you want to die well!"

It is a curse full of resentment, but it is a chilling adjective used here, because those who say it and those who listen to it know that this is not just an empty curse, but also a description of a real future reality.

The Ghoul Pill is a thing that can make the word "bad death" a reality, as long as Zhang Xuanzong is willing, these immortal cultivators who take the Ghoul Pill will have a hundred, a thousand ways to die, and all of them will definitely be ten thousand times more painful than dying here.

Thinking of the possible way to die, the Jinghua Sect Sect Master Mo Xunhuan's eyes jumped, and he no longer dared to slack off, so he did his best to sweep out the spear in his hand.

On both sides of the fierce fight, no one noticed that a dark ball of mud was quietly moving in the heavy rain, and the distance between him and Zhang Xuanzong was getting closer and closer.

"Give me all the best! As long as we kill them all today, our plan will be half completed! If anyone is lazy, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Zhang Xuanzong shouted loudly, his voice became hoarse and ugly because he roared too much.

Han Qi killed one person with a sword, and when he heard this, he took a bite and said loudly: "The surname is Zhang, you also think too highly of this group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, right? Just rely on them, and they also want to kill us?

As he spoke, the long sword in Han Qi's hand parted the rain, and the suddenly bright sword body cut through the oncoming two people with a sword.

Zhang Xuanzong looked at Han Qi coldly, and said with a sneer: "Han Qi, you have a hard mouth now, and when you are unarmed and your legs are cut off, I will see if you can say such hard words." ”

While he was talking, a sudden change occurred!

The mud ball that no one noticed swept up suddenly, and a mountain-like sword shadow went straight to Zhang Xuanzong's chest!

A thunderclap exploded, and the purple electric light reflected Zhang Xuanzong's panicked pale cheeks.

Song Qiu, who was fighting, happened to catch a glimpse of this scene, looking at the sword, Song Qiu couldn't help but sigh: "It's so magnificent!"