Black clouds overwhelm the city and want to destroy it, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings......

The footsteps of September 15 are approaching day by day, but the mysterious mirror master has disappeared into the capital. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

No one knows where the mirror master is, but everyone knows that he must still be in the capital.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled every corner of the Forbidden City, a little lonely and solemn.

Taihe Gate represents the majesty of the Ninefold Son of Heaven, and the two columns of grade platforms, although it seems that they are just dozens of ordinary stones, but when I think of the Great Dynasty Trade, the civil and military officials are left and right, standing solemnly, waiting for the scene when the Son of Heaven paging, which is enough to make the blood in anyone's body unstoppable.

There are countless geniuses and heroes in this world, racking their brains and working hard, and some even do not hesitate to fight for their lives, just to think of this product platform to stand on a stand.

And the towering Taihe Palace, it is even more solemn, looking up, the sparkling spine of the temple, as if standing in the clouds.

The Taihe Hall is connected to the Baohe Palace, next to the Baohe Palace, on the west side of the steps outside the Qianqing Gate, there are three bungalows against the north wall, the black lacquered door is closed, and there is a faint light reflected in the window, the dim light shines on a big white oil sign hanging on the door, and there are four shocking Daewoo written on it, "The one who enters in vain is killed." ”

The majesty of the hundred-year-old dynasty makes these four words fall into the eyes of others, and they can't help but have a magical power.

The sunlight hanging diagonally went up the big card, and was suddenly truncated by a lazy figure.

The silver mirror mask left the afterglow of the setting sun on it, giving it a touch of gold. Between the staggered gold and silver, a sense of vicissitudes and loneliness arises spontaneously.

Wine, the finest wine, mellow and strong, turns into a wisp of sweet spring, which comes out of the jug and enters from the mouth under the mask. At the highest point of the imperial city, drinking the most treasured wine in the imperial city is indeed a unique taste.

This season in the capital is by no means a wet season, but as the wine in the jug becomes less and less, layers of mist have suddenly begun to appear around the main hall.

The fog came so quickly, and so strangely.

The next moment, a voice suddenly sounded from a thick fog in front of Jiang Feng.

"Mirror Master!"

Is the person hidden in the fog, or is the fog transformed into a human form? At this moment, Jiang Feng only felt that every muscle and hair of the other party's body had been closely combined with the dense fog in front of him.

The human figure, a faint figure, is lighter than the fog, more illusory than the fog, more unpredictable than the fog.

He came from the fog, silently, like a ghost. Whether there are ghosts in this world or not may be an eternal mystery. But Jiang Feng knew that what he was in front of him was by no means a ghost.

"Your surname is jade?"

Jiang Feng looked at the eyes in the mist that seemed to merge with the mist, and asked slowly.

"Yes, Baoyu is unreasonable, Baoyu is undefeated, the jade of the West will last forever!"

Very flat voice, very arrogant voice, he is very confident, because he has the capital of self-confidence.

What kind of person is the Western Jade Rakshasa who is a man or a woman, ugly or beautiful?

Nobody knows.

No one has ever seen him for what he really is.

But everyone believes that the most mysterious and terrifying person in the martial arts for decades is undoubtedly him!

Not only did he have a mysterious background and mysterious martial arts, but he also founded an extremely mysterious and terrifying sect, the Western Demon Sect. In recent years, the power of the Western Demon Sect outside the gate has really been terrifying.

The same mystery, the same terrifying, the mirror master and the jade rakshasa finally met at this time.

"I don't know if the Jade Rakshasa is here today, what do you have to teach me?"

Jiang Feng had already thrown away the empty wine jug, and after the sound of "grunting", it slammed on the edge of the roof, and the next moment, it was already flying high. I believe that it will not be long before a loud bang will be heard.

There was a loud "pop", which was enough to frighten people to appear here, but it suddenly became a rare event in the world.

Countless guards flocked to it, and perhaps the next moment, the place would be surrounded by water.

"I hope you can leave here after Ximen Blowing Snow defeats Ye Gucheng!"

"Where?"

"The world is so big, with your ability, as long as you don't want to be found by Ximen Blowing Snow, it's still a very easy thing!"

The noise in the distance gradually came, Jiang Feng was still lazily leaning over, but his eyes were suddenly fixed on the mist, and he said coldly: "It's up to you!"

"It's up to me!"

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

A series of shaking tiles are like a sudden rainstorm during the rainy season, getting bigger and denser.

Although Jiang Feng didn't make any moves, the invisible energy around him was enough to strangle all the beings who dared to approach.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, enveloping the palace, obscuring the faint sunlight and the distant fires. The strange thing is that the strength that is enough to shake the heavy tiles fired by the glass can't blow through the faint fog.

With a finger, Jiang Feng's fingers stretched out flatly, and the next moment, the figure of Leaning on Yan Shan seemed to jump out of the fog. The sun is reflected, and at the end of the straight and slender fingers, a little golden light shines. Looks reassuring and lazy......

A hand, if a thick mist condenses into the shape of a hand, then you really have to treat it as a hand.

Jiang Feng's fingers were like a sword, the sword was sharp and indestructible.

But the hand condensed by the Jade Rakshasa is really like a flower in a mirror and a moon in the water. A cloud of fog dissipated, vanished, and reappeared.

"Huh!"

When Jiang Feng's finger made contact with the other party, he found that this finger was really not flesh and blood. Rather, it is made purely by condensation of mist.

Not only that, but this fog seems to be the inner family, and it is definitely not the inner family. It seems to be a real fog, but it is not a real fog. The strength of it is a combination of rigidity and softness, and the flow is endless, which is really weird and unpredictable!

"Something interesting!"

Jiang Feng withdrew his hand, and didn't care about the palace guards who were outside the palace and couldn't move forward in the face of the thick fog. Suddenly he stood up and looked around.

Finally, there was a hint of caution in Jiang Feng's eyes, his face was wearing a mask, otherwise, you must have seen that his face had also changed.

As the so-called summer insects can't speak of winter, those who can compromise with each other in the rivers and lakes must be existences with similar strength. The huge difference in strength between them will only make everything empty, and now, for the first time, Jiang Feng has seriously regarded this mysterious Jade Rakshasa of the Western Demon Sect as one of his opponents! )