The night was dark, the ruined temple was full of ruins, the curtains hung low, the original color could no longer be seen, and the decaying atmosphere revealed a deathly silence. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Chang Aotian's body was condensed, his sharpness was exposed, but his expression was dignified, and he smelled the breath of death in this decaying silence.

His eyes swam slowly, skimming over the possible hiding places in the temple, feeling the sword whisper in its sheath. The murderous aura that was faint to the extreme, almost imperceptible, but the moment he stepped into the temple, he was instantly alert, and the unusually familiar aura made Chang Aotian's eyes flash helplessly.

In just a few days, he was assassinated repeatedly, and the methods were endless, traveling hundreds of miles, but like maggots attached to the bones, he could not get rid of the killer's tracking.

Chang Aotian wanted to catch it several times, but his martial arts and swordsmanship were all superior, and he was among the top masters.

Secretly confused, I don't know who wants his own life to invite such a clever killer.

Chang Aotian was obsessed with martial arts and swordsmanship, made his debut, and challenged swordsmanship masters one after another, but he did not taste defeat. In the face of the mysterious and unpredictable killer, it aroused a competitive heart, so as to sharpen the fast sword in his hand, and fought many times, but he gave birth to a little sympathy.

Missed the night, came to live in the broken temple, but did not expect to meet unexpectedly, the young killer actually arrived first, hid in the broken temple, waiting for the opportunity to assassinate.

When it comes to martial arts and swordsmanship, Chang Aotian wants to win half a game, but he doesn't dare to be careless, hidden and unparalleled, and the assassination methods are strange. His eyes lit up, and he couldn't see where the killer was hiding, if it weren't for the many fights, Chang Aotian almost doubted whether it was his own delusion.

"Friend, we don't know each other, please show up and see each other, Chang Mou promises to fight a fair duel with you, and each of them lives and dies with the long sword in his hand, how about it?" Chang Aotian secretly condensed his guard and said slowly. His footsteps moved slightly, looking around the temple, but his thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the deathly silence around him did not respond at all.

Chang Aotian's eyes flashed with unhappiness, turned around and walked outside the temple, and said to himself: "Since you like to hide, then you can hide it, Chang Mou waited outside the temple to see how long you can hide." ”

The pace is slow, but the six senses are mentioned to the extreme, the grass and trees in the temple are shaking, and the dust is falling, all of which are under the vigilant control of Chang Aotian. was about to walk to the door, and he was about to leave the temple gate, but there was still no movement in the temple, and Chang Aotian frowned secretly.

Stepping over the threshold, the figure had already come to the door, and there was a sudden 'click' sound, and the thick pillars near the door burst, and the debris flew sideways, and the dazzling cold light was like lightning in the night sky, and it went straight to the sky.

The figure passed through the temple gate, out of danger, the scenery in the line of sight changed, it is inevitable that people will be slightly relaxed, slack, at this moment to burst into assassination, it is indeed the best time, people are caught off guard.

The thick pillars are mottled with red paint, supporting the entire temple from falling, who would have thought that the inside has been hollowed out, and the appearance is properly disguised, but there is no flaw.

The body and the sword merged, turning into a lightning cold, only a few meters away, a shot imminent, the sword qi was extremely powerful, the roar broke through the air, and it was indestructible. Such a deadly killing, if it were someone else, I was afraid that if I didn't die, I would be hit hard.

But it was a loud sound, Chang Aotian pulled out the sword out of the sheath, and actually came first, slashing through the silver and white sword curtain, and the sword body struck each other several times, and the figure floated up, and withdrew more than ten zhang away by the force of the impact.

The long sword slashed, the volley chased endlessly, and the two of them were already fighting dozens of moves in mid-air, the long sword pointed at each other, and the eyes were full of murderous intent.

The pillars of the hug were broken, and the broken roof of the temple could no longer support it, and it collapsed violently, shaking up dust, and the smell of earth was strong, reaching the end of the nose.

Wrapped in a black shirt, almost condensed with the night, his face was resolute, his thin lips were pursed, his eyes were lit up, and he was full of murderous aura, it was Tie Sheng, the No. 1 killer in Tianzi.

was ordered to assassinate Chang Aotian, the son of the Tibetan sword, but he repeatedly missed, his martial arts mind was not under him, the sword was fast and invisible, and he had to kill a sword several times. Tonight is the last chance, if you can't assassinate Chang Aotian under the sword, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain.

True qi is concentrated on the thunder sword, the sword body is stirred like a dragon's roar, the murderous energy in Tie Sheng's body is exhausted, the surrounding temperature plummets, destroying the fallen leaves and churning, and dozens of feet of birds flying outside, breaking the silence of the night.

The corners of Chang Aotian's mouth escaped a little smile, his eyes looked at Tie Sheng, and said: "Friend, every time you miss a shot, you run away, why don't you run today?" Don't worry, I Chang Aotian likes to compete with others the most, as long as you can fight me happily, even if you die under your sword, you will have no regrets." ”

The footwork under his feet is extremely fast, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, Tie Sheng did not speak, but he deceived himself closely, raised his hand to attack dozens of swords, the moves were weird and spicy, the tip of the sword was cold and flashing, fast as thunder, fast as lightning.

Chang Aotian's figure moved, the sword of more than a foot long was like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, and the long sword in his hand slashed, or sealed or blocked, and took all the dozens of swords attacked by Tie Sheng, but nearly a hundred swords had been stabbed out between his hands, and Tie Sheng was immediately forced to retreat a few steps.

The long sword opened and closed vertically and horizontally, and the shot became faster and faster, as if more than ten swords were stabbed out at the same time, but it was a combination of rigidity and softness, compared with Tie Sheng's spicy and weird swordsmanship, there was a little more righteousness.

Both of them are known for their fast swords, cold like a waterfall, almost completely covering the figure, and the sound of gold and iron resonating is endless, and the sounds are connected, like a long roar.

The skill is profound, the breath is long, the figure is moving and jumping in the air, and the rabbit rises and falls. More than ten zhang of the sword qi agitated, the grass and trees are broken together, rolled up to the night sky, the sword light of more than a foot long swept over, the big tree with the thickness of the bucket was cut off, with a loud bang, half of the tree fell to the ground, the branches and leaves were shaken, and the dust was stirred up.

The palm force collided in the air, each of them shook back a few steps, Tie Sheng's sword posture was weird, pinching the sword trick, the sword body shook lightly, enveloping Chang Aotian's vital body. Chang Aotian's sword body pointed obliquely at the sky, and pointed like a halberd, but he was happy in his mouth.

The wrist flipped, the sword was like the wind, and the cold light flashed to cover the figure, like two meteors crossing the night sky, colliding together, breaking through the air and roaring as if the wind and thunder intersected, and the strength swept more than ten zhang radius again.

Liujiazhuang.

The corpse of the dead family member was gathered up, covered with a white cloth, and the blood on the ground had been washed away, but there was still a faint smell of blood wafting in the air.

Sun Boyan bit his tongue and committed suicide, and the corpses of the rest of the men in black who were killed were swept up with grass. The black-clothed man who was restrained in the acupoint was lying on the ground, still unable to move, but it made Liu Haoyang's white eyebrows furrowed, his face was covered with haze, and he was secretly embarrassed in his heart.

After retiring to the rivers and lakes for many years, he has long lost his ambitions, and he wants to seek justice from the Eastern Huoyun City with his iron plate dragon stick, which is tantamount to blocking the car with his mantis arm. Before Sun Boyan died, he said that within three days, a master would come to the door again, and Liujiazhuang would definitely be bleeding and falling apart.

Fang Baiyi and Xiao Pitian didn't care about staying, and they had already left on their own.

Faintly aware in his heart, Fang Baiyi ignored Sun Boyan's grievances back then, and retired to the rivers and lakes by himself, and he was dissatisfied, and had no intention of interfering in the entanglement between Liujiazhuang and Dongfang Huoyun City, but he didn't know that Fang Baiyi had a seven-day appointment under the Yubi Peak of Fengqi Mountain, and the time was urgent and could not be delayed.

"Dad, what should we do now? Are we just waiting for Dongfang Huoyun City to come to the door, I'm afraid that when the time comes, I can't resist it, and Liujiazhuang is still in a catastrophe. The slightly older middle-aged man said, his brows filled with sorrow.

It's just that Sun Boyan and others have made Liujiazhuang in danger, if it weren't for Fang Baiyi's timely action, I am afraid that at this moment, there are corpses all over the ground, the flames are soaring, and the people present will not escape death.

If there are any more people in Dongfang Huoyun City, their martial arts are afraid that they will be higher than those of Sun Boyan and others, and with the martial arts of Liu Haoyang's father and son, they have almost no power to fight back.

The slightly younger middle-aged man snorted angrily, and said hatefully: "It's all this Fang Baiyi, there is no way to do things, just leave by yourself after killing people, leaving us Liujiazhuang here to top the tank, how can we Liujiazhuang be provoked by the top forces in the rivers and lakes such as Dongfang Huoyun City, Dad, people were killed by Fang Baiyi, it's better for us to ......"

"Shut up! Fang Gongzi is kind to Liujiazhuang, and he acted righteously to save us from danger, how can we take revenge, wouldn't this act make people laugh?" Liu Haoyang raised his white eyebrows, raised his eyebrows angrily, and shouted.

The slightly older middle-aged man gestured with a look in his eyes and persuaded: "Dad, Shanjun is also thinking about Liujiazhuang, and he is confused for a while, you don't want to be angry, just how to decide, and you have to get an idea as soon as possible." ”

Liu Haoyang closed his eyes and groaned, and after a while, he said categorically: "There is a debtor and a master, Shanchen, you go to the city immediately, please come to the head of the Zhenhai Dart Bureau Qin, we will entrust the dead man's dart, and let the Zhenhai Dart Bureau come forward to send Sun Boyan's body to Wudang, Shanjun, tell the old and young in the family, don't come back to the countryside temporarily, pack your bags, we rushed to Wudang overnight." ”

The Liu brothers' eyes were shining, and they suddenly understood, looked at each other, and got up to leave, leaving only Liu Haoyang sitting in the hall, his eyes uncertain.

The crescent moon hangs in the night sky, sprinkling a cold glow, adding a bit of hazy to this dark night, with mountains in the distance, overlapping heights, and dense forests and shadows nearby.

Fang Baiyi left Liujiazhuang, took the northwest, and rushed to Yande Mansion overnight. The footwork is exquisite, the figures under the moonlight are disillusioned one after another, and the white clothes are fluttering, like ghosts and ghosts, but fortunately the night is deep and there is no one in the wilderness, otherwise it will be frightened.

On the way, the little poor willow frowned slightly, and asked, "Young Master Fang, do you really plan to stand up for that Sun Boyan and seek revenge against the head of the Seven Sons of Wudang, Tianshu Daoist?"

Fang Baiyi sighed, shook his head and said: "If Sun Boyan confesses truthfully and withdraws from the rivers and lakes, I don't mind seeking justice for him and killing the whole family, just becoming a monk and facing the wall for ten years, how can I withstand it, but Sun Boyan would rather die than betray Dongfang Huoyun City, he can be regarded as a man, but it is not worth letting me make a bad deal with Wudang because of this, let's talk about it later." ”

"I'm relieved, the Wudang faction has been inherited for hundreds of years and has huge power, so it's better not to provoke easily, so as not to have endless troubles in the future. The little pity let go of his thoughts, his eyes were bright, and he said.

Fang Baiyi shook his head and smiled bitterly, his eyes were deep, and he said slowly: "People are in the rivers and lakes, but I am afraid that I can't help myself, the matter of Liujiazhuang may have involved us in endless troubles, and there has been no peace since then." ”

"Why? Dongfang Huoyun City is acting ghostly and harboring evil intentions, do you dare to openly come to seek revenge? We have a life-saving grace for Li Qinghong, they can't be ungrateful, right?"

Fang Baiyi sighed secretly, but he didn't say it anymore, the forces in the rivers and lakes have their own plans, how can they be influenced by personal favors.

The strength of Oriental Huoyun City has skyrocketed in recent years, and it has a tendency to surpass Shaolin Wudang, unwilling to live in one area, and the actions are continuous, and people of insight all see that Oriental Huoyun City has a great plan, and they are secretly worried that if it goes on like this, it will inevitably cause a catastrophe in the rivers and lakes, and the bleeding will continue.

Shaolin Wudang and other six major factions are in charge of the rivers and lakes, how can they not see the ambitions of the Eastern Huoyun City, but they are afraid that they will be on guard in secret.

This time, Sun Boyan and others were sent to subdue Liujiazhuang, wanting to do something exterminating, but they were intervened by Fang Baiyi, and Sun Boyan and others were all wiped out.

Liujiazhuang is alone, and it is difficult to compete with a behemoth like Oriental Huoyun City, so he may only rush to Wudang overnight for help.

It's just that in this way, turning over the old case many years ago, for the sake of their own face, most of the Wudang faction will not admit what Tianshuzi did back then, and I don't know what kind of turmoil it will stir up.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of sword qi breaking through the air in the night wind, Fang Baiyi's thick eyebrows frowned slightly, and he looked at the little pitiful, but also with a puzzled look on his face, and swept forward in unison.

Feet stepped on the trunk of the tree, swept and leaped in the dense jungle, and in the blink of an eye, it was approaching, only to see two long swords like dragons out of the sea under the moonlight, the cold light flashed, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

"Chang Aotian, Tie Sheng?" Seeing the two people fighting clearly, Fang Baiyi was slightly stunned.

Fang Baiyi knew that Tie Sheng was ordered to assassinate Chang Aotian, the son of the Tibetan Sword, and had sneaked underground to assassinate him, but he fell short, and he didn't want to meet the two of them here.

Tie Sheng is slightly inferior, but the victory lies in the strange shot, the long sword is flipped, and it is often attacked from unexpected angles, which makes Chang Aotian tired of coping, and he is helpless.

"Tie Sheng, is it the son of the blacksmith uncle in the town?" said the little poor willow frowning slightly, looking at Tie Sheng.

Fang Baiyi nodded slightly, and there was more solemnity in his eyes.

I once wanted to visit Tie Sheng and ask for clues about the murderer of the Yanfu tragedy, but the messenger suddenly appeared, using the mother's jade jade bracelet as evidence, and exchanged with the exquisite organ under the jade pen peak of Fengqi Mountain, and hurried away, but I met here unexpectedly, and I must ask for clarification this time.

After a few glances, Fang Baiyi frowned and said: "It seems that they have been fighting for a long time, and if they continue to fight, I am afraid that they will be damaged, little pity, separate them, I will intercept Tie Sheng, you have to guard against Chang Aotian's fast sword." ”

With that, he swept up, shook off the Ugin folding fan in the night sky, popped out the jagged tip of the sword, and flew out in a circle, hitting it straight into the gap of the Aotian Tiesheng fast sword.

The palm momentum changed, and two long arc-shaped qi were split, silver and white, comparable to the starry sky and bright moon, and they slashed at Chang Aotian and Tie Sheng respectively.

Chang Aotian and Tie Sheng knew how powerful it was, and they didn't dare to take advantage of it, so they each retreated.

The gas exploded like strong gunpowder, and the ground showed a deep pit, stirring up sand and gravel to fly more than ten zhang into the air, waving his arm, and the Ugin folding fan circled and flew back, grasping it in his hand. The figure spiraled up, and a meteor flew down like a meteor, falling behind Tie Sheng.

The little pity also swept out, and the phoenix feather sword shook up the sword flowers, catching up with Chang Aotian, knowing that his sword was fast and invisible, and he didn't dare to be careless at all, and his shot was the most exquisite Qingtian sword technique in the Tongtian Treasure Book.

Chang Aotian's sword momentum remained unchanged, but it was like the wind, negligent but not leaky, and he shouted strangely: "Fang Baiyi, isn't our duel held at the Chongyang World Heroes Conference?

Knowing that the phoenix feather sword in the little pitiful hand was as iron as clay, a rare divine weapon, he didn't dare to touch it, retreated and turned around, withdrew from the outside of the zhang, and complained at Fang Baiyi. The little poor sword did not return to the sheath, but still concentrated on his own guard, in case Chang Aotian suddenly attacked.

"Brother Chang, I have to do it, please forgive me, Fang has something important to ask this iron brother. Fang Baiyi raised his hand and saluted Chang Aotian.

Chang Aotian shrugged his shoulders slightly, returned the sword to the sheath, stepped forward by himself, ignored the phoenix feather sword in the little pitiful's hand, and said: "If you have something to say, you can ask quickly, and leave quickly after asking, it's rare to meet a fast sword master, I haven't enjoyed it yet." ”

Fang Baiyi nodded in agreement, his eyes looked at Tie Sheng, his expression was extremely complicated, he hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Tie Sheng, you should know who I am, you should also know what I want to ask, I hope you can tell me, who are they?"

His eyes were empty, and his eyes were full of indifference, Tie Sheng's long sword Qingtian said coldly: "I know you are Fang Baiyi, but I am not a Tie Sheng, and I don't know what you are talking about." ”

The tip of the sword trembled, and dozens of swords were stabbed out like a storm, spicy and weird, not leaving the vital point of Fang Baiyi, but he only attacked and did not defend, fighting with his life. Fang Baiyi didn't take this seriously, the folding fan in his hand was even beaten, and he took a few steps back, revealing a gap, and Tie Sheng rushed out, leaving his head far away without looking back.

His eyes were slightly condensed, and Fang Baiyi was about to chase after him, but when he saw the figure in front of him shaking, Chang Aotian stopped on the road, and said angrily: "Fang Baiyi, you rashly made a move, intervened in Chang Mou's martial arts competition with others, and now you have let people go, since this is the case, our duel does not have to wait for the Chongyang World Heroes Conference, just divide it here." ”

Popping out the long sword, the sword body vibrated and let out a dragon's roar, pointing directly at Fang Baiyi, the sword aura was clear, revealing from the tip of the sword, and the cold light was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.