The night was deep, the tall mountain gate was tightly closed, and there was silence all around. Tonight, the stars and the moon are gone, and I can't see my fingers in the dark courtyard.

Suddenly, a distant light rushed like lightning, and the light flashed straight towards the Huaishan faction. The light flashed, and the light fell in the front yard of the Huaishan faction, and when it landed, it was as light as catkins, without a sound.

In the retreat is Ling Nanzi, the head of the Huaishan faction, who used to fight the dragon earthworm in the sand sea, and took risks to obtain the dragon scale hook jade, and then passed on the Great Wilderness Sutra to Jiang Jianqiu, and now he rushed back to the Huaishan faction, it was already late at night.

The old man looked around and shook his head, not even the disciples on duty were gone, it seemed that these disciples were becoming more and more lazy due to their recent neglect of discipline.

Thinking about it, Ling Nanzi raised his feet and walked towards the backyard, after all, after he fought viciously, he passed on the Great Wilderness Sutra to Jiang Jianqiu, and his own loss was really not small.

In the dark and silent courtyard, only the slight sound of Ling Nanzi's footsteps landing sounded, he walked towards the middle courtyard, and Ling Nanzi's heart suddenly jumped for no reason while walking, how could it be so dark tonight, even if there was no light of stars and moon in the sky, the everlasting light in this central hall should not be without light.

Ling Nanzi was startled, his body shook and he wanted to retreat, the red light flashed in the pitch-black void, and the blood demon knife appeared like a ghost, and the sword light flashed and struck the heavy darkness in front of him!

A sound of gold and iron sounded in the courtyard, and the darkness seemed to be alive, surging and flying away with the blood demon knife, Ling Nanzi's body retreated to the gate, and there was a three-inch-long wound on his right shoulder at some point, and blood was faintly oozing out!

Attacked in the middle of the night, Ling Nanzi's expression at the moment was a little strange, he stared at the darkness in front of him, his whole body was trembling slightly, and his face was also flushed with excitement.

"Spectroscopic fixing...... Is that you? really you!"

At this moment, I don't know when the moon in the sky reappeared in the sky, and the ever-bright lamps in the nave also emitted a dim light, shining in the front yard.

The light has always been there, but it has been driven out of the space by the darkness that seems to be a living thing. At this moment, the dense darkness kept wriggling and shrinking towards a point, and at the end of the darkness was a rusty sword with a slender body and a dull color.

The darkness had completely receded into the sword, and the courtyard had regained its light, which could be seen by the moonlight, and the one holding the bleak sword was a man dressed in black and wearing a mask.

The man's mask was covered with red ghost eyes, and the fanged mouth was covered with bright red blood, and it looked like a demon howling in anger.

The ghost-faced man took a step forward with the sword in his hand, and a deep voice sounded from under the mask: "Ling Nanzi, hand over the Great Wilderness Sutra!"

Ling Nanzi looked at the ghost-faced man in front of him and said in a trembling voice, "Tianfeng, where have you been for the past thirty years?"

The ghost-faced man stood quietly in the darkness, Ling Nanzi's words didn't seem to have any effect on him, and the voice under the mask was still cold and empty: "The Great Wilderness Sutra is too dangerous, you are already a dying person, and you are not qualified to continue to hold it!"

Tears flashed in the corners of Ling Nanzi's eyes, and his voice trembled a little: "The knife I made back then was the most regrettable thing in my life. I thought you were dead, Mo Linglong saved you?"

The darkness in the courtyard suddenly squirmed wildly, the candle flame in the hall was blown by the inexplicable wind and crumbled, and there seemed to be endless killing intent in the darkness all around, standing between the courtyards, the cold killing intent invaded the bone marrow, and the blood all over the body had been coagulated.

"You-no-deserve-mention-this-a-name-word!" The extremely low voice sounded from behind the mask, as if a rusty gear was barely turning, and the two ghost eyes on the ghost's face burned with raging anger, as if they were about to burn the thin old man in front of him to ashes!

Ling Nanzi was taken aback, and then said loudly: "That misunderstanding back then was caused by the Japanese Emperor, and every time I think about it in the past thirty years, I regret it incomparably, and if you want to kill me, I will never complain......"

The darkness in the courtyard flashed, and the blood demon knife suddenly burst out with a burst of blood light, frantically rushing left and right in the darkness, wanting to go to his master's side, but the boundless darkness was like solidified lava firmly fixed in place, no matter how hard the demon knife struggled, it still couldn't break through the air, and the demon knife that broke everything couldn't break through the endless darkness!

The sound of ticking sounded in the courtyard, Ling Nanzi's body trembled slightly, the dull long sword pierced deep into his chest, revealing a half-foot-long blade in the back of his heart, blood gurgling down the blade, drawing a shocking blood-colored flower on the bluestone slab under his feet.

"This sword can be regarded as a wound from the sword I paid back to you. The ghost-faced man and Ling Nanzi stood close to him, using his body against Ling Nanzi's crumbling body, and in those ghost eyes, the previous fanaticism had completely subsided, leaving only endless coldness and indifference.

"The Great Wilderness Sutra is no longer on you, who did you give it to?" the ghost-faced man looked at Ling Nanzi coldly and asked in a low voice.

Ling Nanzi's body trembled slightly, the pain of the long sword passing through his chest made the muscles of his face tremble, and a smile appeared on Ling Nanzi's face: "A person who has the strength to accommodate the Great Wilderness Scripture, a ...... Someone better than me. ”

The ghost-faced man retreated suddenly, the long sword pulled away from Ling Nanzi's body, bringing out a bright red blood line, Ling Nanzi's body lost its support, and after a while, he barely sat up on the ground, and the blood gushed out from the wound on his chest and back like a spring, staining most of his clothes red in a blink of an eye.

"Since the Great Wilderness Scripture is no longer here, it is useless for me to stay longer. That sword is not deadly, and you don't deserve to die under this shadow sword. The ghost-faced man finished and wanted to leave.

At this time, Ling Nanzi, who was languishing on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth and said loudly: "Wait a minute, I have returned this sword to you, can you forgive what Brother Wei did back then?"

The ghost-faced man paused and stopped in place. A moment later, a deep voice came from under the mask: "You recognize the wrong person, I am not Ling Tianfeng. As for your brother, he will not be able to forgive his brother for what he has done until he dies!"

I don't know when, the moon in the sky sprinkled the cold moonlight again, the moonlight spread over the spacious courtyard, as if a layer of silver-white veil had been laid on the ground, the ghost-faced man had quietly gone, this man was accompanied by darkness, and he came silently, and he did not know when he left.

Only Ling Nanzi was left sitting on the ground in the middle of the courtyard, seriously injured and looking gloomy. His gaze became a little misty, as if he had fallen into a long memory, and the sword wound on his body was still gushing blood, but he didn't seem to be aware of it...... (To be continued.) )