Murong Yixue did not leave Huashan at this moment. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He had already made up his mind to get out of the Huashan Sect and agree to Yan Shuangqing's request, but he couldn't, he couldn't watch Yan Shuangqing being killed by the people in the Demon Sect, but he didn't care about it.

Murong Yixue's figure was stunned, his feet stepped on the courtyard wall, his body floated up like a spirit swallow, and he secretly said, I hope I can be in time, don't make a big mistake.

Murong Yixue was anxious at this time, he knew that Xie Ange would definitely kill Yan Shuangqing tonight, he had seen Liu Wuming's sword technique, but with Yan Shuangqing and Bai Yunhe's sword technique, he couldn't make ten moves under his knife at all.

After the main hall in front, you can see the True Martial Palace, that is, where Yan Shuangqing is located, at this moment, a familiar, eerie laughter sounded, Murong Yixue suddenly turned around, and saw the lion-faced mask with fangs and sharp teeth.

Long Duhe really came, his palms glowed green in the moonlight, and Murong Yixue lost his voice and said, "Green Claw?"

This is the blade that the left envoy of the Demon Sect used well, strictly speaking, he can't be regarded as one of the mainstream weapons, this is a pair of palms similar to the finger tiger, which is quenched with poison, if it is unfortunately lightly cut, the toxin enters the blood, and it will be poisoned to death in a few moments.

Long Duhe smiled coldly: "Yes, today is your death date. ”

The True Martial Hall was still very quiet at this time, Yan Shuangqing closed his eyes on the main seat, and Bai Yunhe sighed lightly: "Master, will they come tonight?"

Yan Shuangqing's eyes slowly opened, and he smiled, "They will definitely come." "He has been through the world for a long time, and he has always had a strange prophet of the crises he faces.

Bai Yunhe's hand tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and said in a deep voice: "Then let them see how powerful my Huashan swordsmanship is!"

Yan Shuangqing glanced at him with a complicated expression, and said with a faint smile: "Yunhe, it's time, it's time for you to go back to the Bai family in Jiangnan." ”

Bai Yunhe's voice seemed to tremble a little: "Master... You're going to drive me away?"

Yan Shuangqing sighed and persuaded softly: "Yunhe, think about your family, you shouldn't have accompanied me to death." ”

Bai Yunhe thought of his beautiful sister, and his heart couldn't help but soften, but he still said firmly: "How can the eldest husband be afraid of death? ”

Yan Shuangqing was sweating anxiously by this stubborn apprentice, and said loudly: "Don't you listen to the words of the teacher?

As soon as Yan Shuangqing's words were finished, he heard a person say coldly: "It's a pity that he can't leave, none of you can step out of this door!"

Suddenly, the entire True Martial Hall was filled with a murderous aura! Then Yan Shuangqing saw a black-robed man wearing a snow-bright long knife, his face was cold, and his dead gray eyes were like the souls of a dead soul coming from hell.

Yan Shuangqing said sharply: "'Jade-faced Shura' Liu Wuming, today I will let you taste the power of my Huashan Sect's 'Qingfeng Thirteen Styles'!"

His sword was unsheathed, and his wrist was turning at an extremely slow speed, but the blade of the sword had already exuded an astonishing sword aura, and Liu Wuming's dead gray eyes finally had a light, just like a child seeing a favorite toy, carefully watching the changes in this sword move.

This is exactly the breeze in the 'Thirteen Styles of Clear Wind', and suddenly, the sword qi burst out, like a violent storm that broke out after calming, and Liu Wuming smiled: "Good swordsmanship." His figure slashed back three feet like a ghost, dodging to avoid this amazing sword aura, Yan Shuangqing had already expected this, the sharp sword edge rose again, and the dense sword path had sealed all the opportunities for Liu Wuming to be able to make a sword.

Bai Yunhe's face had already shown the flush that he had only been excited on his face at this time, and he even felt that this Demon Sect Jade-faced Shura was nothing more than that.

Yan Shuangqing's 'Breeze Thirteen Styles' had undoubtedly been practiced to the point of perfection, and with the same move, Bai Yunhe found that his swordsmanship was like a willow branch next to a thick and lush tree trunk compared to his master.

In the blink of an eye, twelve moves had passed, Yan Shuangqing's eyes stared at Liu Wuming, the sword blade trembled, and he used the last form of the 'Thirteen Styles of Clear Wind' - Jiyue Qingfeng!

Liu Wuming's face changed suddenly, the swift sword light had reached his chest, he actually let go of the knife in his hand, his body sank down, and his left hand reflexively caught the knife, only to see blood splashing everywhere, and Bai Yunhe's face had become pale!

Liu Wuming's knife actually cut off Yan Shuangqing's entire arm!

Yan Shuangqing almost fainted in pain, and the whole person fell in a pool of blood, and said in a very weak voice: "Yunhe... You go away..."

Bai Yunhe's whole person was stunned, he couldn't figure out that his master's profound swordsmanship was defeated, and Liu Wuming's blade was close at hand.

Bai Yunhe didn't run away, he suddenly remembered the happiness when he first arrived at the Huashan Sect, when he practiced swords, and the first time he used the breeze to come, Yan Shuangqing's approving gaze.

Then he heard a terrible cry, and the blade had pierced through his chest, and blood was dripping down the stone slab of the True Martial Palace.

When Murong Yixue arrived at the True Martial Palace, it was too late.

He has been entangled by Long Duhe for too long, and although the Qing Ying Claw is difficult to deal with, it can't withstand Murong Yixue's sword that is almost like a god after all.

One of Long Duhe's green claws had already been picked up by him with the tip of his sword, and even Long Duhe's wrist was injured, Murong Yixue did not continue to fight, because he wanted to rush to the True Martial Hall immediately to rescue Yan Shuangqing.

Bai Yunhe had been killed when he was pierced through his chest, but Yan Shuangqing still had a faint breath.

Murong Yixue stepped forward, helped him up, and said gloomily: "Brother Yan, I'm late..."

Yan Shuangqing recognized Murong Yixue, pursed his mouth, smiled reluctantly, and said in a weak voice: "I finally became a hero, right..."

Murong Yixue's tears couldn't help but burst out of his eyes, but he still smiled and said, "Yes, I'm afraid that no one dares to say that you are not a hero..."

Yan Shuangqing smiled: "That's good... That's... He stopped breathing, unable to utter a word.

But his eyes before he died seemed to be happy, as if he saw his most beloved sister and smiled at him.

Murong Yixue couldn't help but turn away, stretched out her hand and slowly helped Yan Shuangqing close her eyes, and sighed lightly: "You go well, I will kill Gu Qingfeng for you." ”

Where is Gu Qingfeng now? Before Murong Yixue could think about this issue, he saw that the lights outside the hall were bright, and Gu Qingfeng had already led a large number of Huashan disciples to surround the True Martial Palace.

Gu Qingfeng's robe was swordsman, and he shouted, "Murong Yixue, why did you kill the head of my Huashan faction?"

Murong Yixue didn't even look at him, and said coldly to the disciples of the Huashan Sect: "I don't want to hurt people's lives, quickly call your Uncle Hua to come and speak." ”

Gu Qingfeng's nose was crooked, and he shouted: "Murong Yixue, how can my junior sister be able to see you if you want to? Don't think that our Huashan Sect disciples will be afraid of you!"

I saw a stirring in the crowd, Xie Ange, Su Wan'er slowly walked out of the crowd, Gu Qingfeng pointed at Xie Ange, and said coldly: "This is a distinguished guest invited by my senior brother in charge, Xie Gongzi of the Jiangnan family, he saw with his own eyes that you killed many disciples of my Huashan faction, and even Xiao Gongzi of the Jiangnan family was tragically implicated, do you still want to deny it?"

Xie Ange's eyes became dim, and he sighed softly: "Senior Brother Murong, it's hard for me to imagine that you are the murderer, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it until I died..."

His expression seemed to be very sad, and the disciples of the Huashan Sect on the side mistakenly thought that he would be Murong Yixue's best friend in this life.

Xie Ange regained his gentle and unfazed charm, and everyone naturally believed what he said.

How could such a personable noble son lie?

Murong Yixue sneered and said lightly: "Don't panic, brother Xian, if there is a chance, I may even kill you together." ”

Xie Ange's face changed slightly, and he sighed lightly: "Elder Brother Murong, kill to pay for your life, you should stop it in time..."

Murong Yixue sneered: "Yes, I am the demon who kills people without blinking, I am here, why don't you come to avenge your own master?"

The disciples of the Huashan Sect looked at each other, and none of them dared to step forward to fight Murong Yixue for a while.

As long as Murong Yixue's sword is in his hand, who would dare to fight him?

Murong Yixue pointed at Gu Qingfeng and said with a faint smile: "Didn't you keep saying that you would send the head of the sect to avenge you?" Okay, you might as well come forward and kill me with a sword." ”

Gu Qingfeng was unexpectedly suppressed by Murong Yixue's momentum in the world, and he was stunned for a long time and couldn't speak.

Xie Ange said suddenly: "Elder Brother Murong, they will never dare to do anything with you, why don't you leave quickly?" As soon as he said this, Murong Yixue secretly said that it was not good, and several Huashan Sect disciples had already rushed forward with swords.

Most of these young disciples are young men with strong blood, and after Xie Ange's sneering and sneering, how can they still endure it?

Murong Yixue didn't want to hurt their lives, just because they were all kind and upright young swordsmen of the Huashan Sect, and they were so bewitched that they didn't know right from wrong.

His body spread, his palms raised, and the two disciples who had just rushed up had been knocked backwards and flew back into the crowd.

At this moment, a beautiful and refined woman appeared in front of her, she rushed up desperately, Murong Yixue's pupils dilated, and her breathing seemed to stop, this woman was Bai Yunxi.

Her steps were so hurried that Murong Yixue's heart was broken when she stepped on it, and then her heart-rending cry was heard throughout the hall.

Bai Yunhe lay there quietly, his blood was red on the stone slab of the True Martial Palace, Bai Yunxi lay beside him and cried bitterly, she cried so sadly, Murong Yixue's expression began to darken, he couldn't help but step forward and hold her shoulder, and said softly: "I'm sorry... It's that I didn't have time to save it..."The words stopped abruptly, Murong Yixue suddenly felt a chill in his chest, and when he looked down, he saw that a silver-white Xueliang long sword had already entered his chest, and he recognized this sword. This is exactly the Seven-Star Dragon Yuan Sword that he has spent seventeen years and accompanied him from undefeated!

His mind was blank, he only remembered that in a dream there was a beloved woman who drew a sword and stabbed him in the chest, and he woke up from this absurd dream countless times, but he did not expect that one day such a thing would actually happen.

Bai Yunxi also stayed there, her beautiful eyes full of uneasiness.

The sword in her hand also fell to the ground, and the blood stained Murong Yixue's clothes red, Murong Yixue's face was expressionless at this time, and even her eyes were full of despair.

The blood flowed like a stream, Murong Yixue couldn't support it anymore, picked up the sword on the ground, barely supported his body, and then he couldn't stop coughing, and blood gushed out every time he coughed.

Bai Yunxi couldn't figure it out, how could he not dodge his weak sword with such a strong martial arts? You killed my brother, and I'm... avenged him, and you and I will never owe each other from now on. ”

Gu Qingfeng couldn't help but shout, "What are you waiting for? Why don't you go and avenge the head of my Huashan faction?"

The disciples of the Huashan Sect no longer need to be afraid of anything at this moment, and they immediately flocked to it, only to hear one person shouting: "Stop!" A man in a blue robe flew out of the crowd, holding the Chengying Sword, it was Mu Changfeng, the 'Xiaoxiang Swordsman'.

Mu Changfeng was behind Murong Yixue, and said sharply: "You are black and white, you are at the mercy of villains, what kind of decent family are you!"

Xie Ange sighed lightly and said slowly: "Brother Mu, I understand your feelings, we don't want to admit that Elder Brother Murong is the murderer, but the murderer is guilty, how can we cover up the murderer?"

Mu Changfeng scolded angrily: "You despicable villain, you dare to talk nonsense!" He looked at Murong Yixue and said urgently: "Brother Murong, you hurry up and rush out with me." ”

Murong Yixue said lightly: "You go quickly, don't worry about me." He suddenly smiled sadly and said, "With righteous and awe-inspiring chivalrous warriors like Gu Daxia and Xie Gongzi here, how can they let me, the murderer, escape?"

Mu Changfeng was silent, he had already understood that Murong Yixue was unwilling to affect himself, so he said these words. He was seriously injured at this time, Gu Qingfeng and Xie Ange's martial arts were not weak, if Mu Changfeng was alone, how could he escape?

At this moment, suddenly two people slowly walked into the main hall, when Gu Qingfeng saw these two people, he was startled, only to see a white-eyed monk holding a Buddha bead, his long beard was already snow-white, but a pair of eyes were blazing, the person next to him was in a gray-robed robe, holding a seven-star sword, with a handsome face, but no one knew that he was over forty years old.

Even when Gu Qingfeng saw these two people, he said respectfully: "The disciple has seen Master Fang Sheng, a real person in Yuxu. ”

The white-eyed monk bowed slightly, folded his hands, and said loudly: "Amitabha" His voice was like a bell, full of energy, and he was obviously an unfathomable master of the inner family.

The gray-clothed Taoist slowly walked through the crowd, helped Murong Yixue up, and quickly clicked on his acupoint, Murong Yixue said slowly: "Thank you." It turned out that he had already lit the acupuncture points where Murong Yixue stopped bleeding.

These two people are naturally Taishan Beidou in martial arts, Master Fangsheng in Shaolin, and Yuxu Zhenren in Wudang.

Gu Qingfeng said with a smile: "The two masters came just in time, and the disciple happened to catch the sinner Murong Yixue, who was full of evil, and asked the master to be the master of justice and punish the evil and eliminate the evil." ”

Master Fang Sheng said: "Tan Yue rest assured, Shaolin has always been fair and strict. Yuxu Zhenren stared at Mu Changfeng and said lightly: "You take him out." Mu Changfeng didn't know what to do, and picked up Murong Yixue on his back.

Gu Qingfeng's face changed suddenly, and he lost his voice: "Now that the matter has been clarified, why don't you two correct him on the spot?"

Yuxu Zhenren said in a deep voice: "Shaolin, the two Wudang factions will definitely find out the truth of the whole matter." Why, do you suspect that Poor Dao has selfish intentions?"

Gu Qingfeng was so submissive that he couldn't say anything.

Yuxu Zhenren said lightly: "Let's go." Mu Changfeng answered, followed Fang Sheng, and Yuxu and the two walked out of the hall.