The forest wind is howling, and the pine waves are gusting.

On the bluestone road, more than a dozen figures are surrounded by a circle, and a handsome young man sits cross-legged in the middle.

Directly in front of the convoy, a man with a sword was behind with one hand, and he didn't say a word, and there was a murderous aura lingering between his eyebrows.

Not far away, there was a group of black-clothed masked figures, led by a hunchbacked old man, covered with frost and snow, with a strange face.

"Break this phantom array, spare you from death. ”

The man with the sword raised his wrist slightly, and his tone was cold.

The corners of the hunchbacked old man's mouth twitched, and his face was gloomy.

"Have you ever thought about the consequences?"

A sword intent is like a long rainbow through the sun, falling from the sky.

Naked threats, murderous rage.

The old man's forehead suddenly saw sweat, and his hunchback unconsciously bulged slightly.

Fang Yan raised his eyes slightly, and the figure of the hunchbacked old man was reflected in his pupils.

The gaze is like a torch, and the killing is invisible.

"Walking the rivers and lakes, everyone has a last resort. ”

"It's okay to release people, I'm going to take these things away right away. ”

The old man's face was difficult, and a voice was squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Alive, isn't it?"

"You're threatening me?"

The dialect smiled contemptuously, disapproving.

"Your Excellency is a wise man, and he must have a sense of proportion. ”

"Your Excellency, don't push people too much. ”

The hunchbacked old man slowly retracted his wings behind his back, and his voice trembled a little.

"The old man thinks that he can't help Your Excellency, but he can't guarantee that these dolls will leave alive. ”

"Within three swords, kill you. ”

The dialect spoke lightly, and the sleeves fluttered.

The hunchbacked old man's face changed instantly, and his wings stretched out, enveloping his body in full.

The old man secretly pinched his sweat.

He is gambling, and the person in front of him still has some scruples.

It's a pity that the result was not satisfactory.

The silhouette of the cloth-clothed figure holding a sword in one hand became more and more blurred, as if it was one with heaven and earth.

"This is the first sword. ”

The shadow of the sword followed, and the wind howled like a ghost crying.

"Boom!"

The sword intent is Lingyun, and the white rainbow is dazzling.

Everyone twitched their aura, barely resisting the fluctuations from all directions.

The aftermath dissipated, and the smoke and dust swirled with scarred two long wings.

After a sword, the old man was dressed in several wounds, and he was embarrassed.

"Do you want to taste the second sword?"

To the just to the yang, open and close.

The hunchbacked old man's breath was riotous, and a scream that seemed to be a human but not a human, a beast but not a beast came out of his mouth.

The moves in his hands are frequent, but all of them are maintained.

"Qingyun Sect has always been the leader of the martial arts, and he is not allowed to go out of the mountains and enter the WTO unless he is edicted, and he interferes in the grievances of the rivers and lakes. ”

"Aren't you afraid of breaking the rules on this trip today?"

With just one sword, he already knew the origin of the moves.

Fang Yan smiled to himself, and the sword pointed to the ground, clanging.

"Phew!"

The hunchbacked old man's face was pale, and he spat a mouthful of blood foam on the ground, his eyes becoming more and more fierce.

"The means of being famous and decent are really above board. ”

The hunchbacked old man was stunned when he heard this, and his expression was quite puzzled.

"What's the matter, Your Excellency is not a disciple of the Qingyun Sect?"

Entangled for many years, he naturally knows the secret method of swordsmanship within the Qingyun Sect.

"Broken rules?"

Fang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly spat out a sneer.

"Bang!"

Before the old man could make any response, his figure was already shooting backwards like a kite with a broken string.

The bluestone cracked and shattered like powder.

"Yes or no, what does it have to do with you?"

Before the words fell, the second sword came abruptly.

Without warning, caught off guard.

"Except for you, everyone has to die. ”

The hunchbacked old man's face was gloomy, and he wiped away the remaining blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and he was furious.

"Bloody Slaughter: Sacrifice!"

The hunchbacked old man lay motionless on the ground, and after a long time, he struggled to stand up, his hair scattered, his wings curled up behind his back, and the lines were dull.

The second sword, Thunderball, was unexpected.

"It's too pushy!"

The hunchbacked old man was like a ghost possessed, his eyes were red, the evil light flickered, and he beat his chest and feet forward, screaming miserably.

The wrinkled skin was stretched with green tendons, thick and powerful, as if they were about to burst open.

The blood that had not dried up around it condensed like moths to a flame, and all of them gathered on the wings.

The wings behind him shone brightly, and the blood was entangled.

However, in the blink of an eye, there were large bloody mouths with fangs inside, no different from what was carried on the wings of the falcon monster.

"Whew~!"

"It's too late to stop. ”

The hunchbacked old man still didn't seem to have lost his mind.

Or rather, it comes from the inexplicable jealousy of the dialect deep in my heart.

The continuous replenishment of blood and qi seems to re-inject vitality into the old man.

"Blood Sect Secret Technique?"

Fang Yan frowned, his gaze flickering slightly.

"It's ridiculous. ”

The hunchbacked old man's palm flipped over, and a delicate and small nine-story blood tower slowly emerged, exuding monstrous might.

"The blood tower is out, and there are no taboos. ”

"Something interesting. ”

Fang Yan smiled faintly, his expression as usual.

"Three swords to kill you, it's enough. ”

Fang Yan raised his arm slightly, and the blade of his sword turned straight towards the hunchbacked old man.

The third sword swung out, but there was no spiritual power fluctuation.

It's just random chopping and picking thorns, and it's not even an introductory exercise.

"Since the old man took over this thing on the first day, no one can reverse it. ”

"Oh?"

"That's right, and today I broke your rule. ”

"Ask the Heavenly Realm, the Qingyun Sect ......"

"Are you ......?"

The hunchbacked old man's face suddenly turned like earth.

It was such a sword, but it made the hunchbacked old man's eyes widen and his body trembled.

"This ...... This is?"

He froze in place, his pupils full of incredulity.

He suddenly realized that the unsolvable knot in his heart was, as always, lingering.

The so-called relief is nothing more than standing outside the threshold and wandering left and right, but never taking a step forward.

"How could it be you?"

A vague figure buried in the depths of memory gradually became clearer, slowly overlapping with the person in front of him.

After many years, he thought he had forgotten about it.

Until the dusty past was mentioned again.

Fang Yan's heart tightened, and he carefully looked at the hunchbacked old man from top to bottom.

Former enemies?

Scene after scene passed in his mind, and the dialect tried his best to recall it, filtering out layer after layer, and his head shook non-stop.

"No way, absolutely impossible. ”

He kept repeating the sentence, looking dazed.

"Do you recognize me?"

Maybe when he was in the limelight back then, he happened to be admired and jealous by the elder of a certain sect in front of him, or when he was walking the rivers and lakes to fight unevenly, he happened to offend this eccentric predecessor of unknown origin.

All in all, two-way memory, one deep and one shallow.

It's like I still can't forget that dusty figure.

With the peculiarity of this person's methods and the unpredictability of his exercises, even after many years, the dialect still dares to be sure, and it will never be so strange that he has no impression.

In this case, there is only one answer.

Everyone knows me, but I don't know anyone.

"He's dead! How can he come back from the dead?"

That's all.

"No, it's just a coincidence. ”

For the other party, no matter how strong he is, he is just a junior with mediocre qualifications after all.

The hunchbacked old man had a hideous face, like madness.

"Whether you are a human or a ghost, today you will be sacrificed under my blood tower. ”