The night is like ink.

The copper tower is not high, with only two floors. On the tower gate, there are two sulfur glass lamps embedded in it, illuminating the vicinity. Several disciples of the Lingnan Sword Sect patrolled back and forth, and the defense was very tight.

Huangfu didn't dare to slack off, jumped up, pointed a little like lightning, and a few wisps of fingers flew out, pointing the patrolling disciples to the acupuncture points, and flashed inside.

This copper tower is the newly cast scripture pavilion of the Lingnan Sword School, and the business in the door has become bigger and bigger over the years, and the layout of this copper tower is also extremely luxurious. The red candle is swaying, the crystal jade is the bi, there are several rows of bookshelves around, and there is a white marble pillar in the center, and the gossip diagram carved in gold makes the pillar appear a little mysterious.

Huang Fu Yan took a casual look, and saw that it was just some ordinary cheats, so he lost interest. Thinking of Mo Gongzi's words, he sneered, and stretched out his hand to move the gossip map engraved on the stone pillar to the right.

A bookshelf behind him moved slightly, revealing a deep hole in the ground. After a little refreshment, his body moved slightly, and he had flashed into the open hole.

The Emperor's body jumped lightly through a secret passage, revealing a stone chamber in front of him. The road was safe and sound, so that he was a little confused about the plan of the Mo Gongzi, and through the gap exposed by the stone door, he could clearly see the situation inside.

As soon as the lights were shining, Mo Xiaoyang was sitting cross-legged on the couch.

In the middle of the room, a slender incense candle is burned, and a faint trace of green smoke rises and lingers in the room, making the entire stone room full of faint fragrance. As soon as the emperor smelled it, he knew that this incense candle had the effect of concentrating, and it was a rare treasure for those who practiced martial arts.

"Hmph!" Suddenly, Mo Xiaoyang, who was sitting quietly, let out a cold snort and opened his eyes. Stretching out his right palm, he took off the short sword on his back, used the flying sword technique, and slashed towards the hiding place of the emperor.

The gap in the stone door was very small. Mo Xiaoyang was able to drive the flying sword to pass precisely, and with the power of the whirlwind, he slashed at Huangfu Yan, which showed that he had cultivated this peerless discipline to an extremely high level.

With a wave of the sleeves of the emperor's coat, a strong wind pushed out.

"Smack!" sounded, and the long-sleeved fan of the flying sword infused with strength flickered. Inserted into a stone wall in front.

Mo Xiaoyang's blow was a sniper method, and ordinary thieves couldn't resist it at all. Hearing the movement outside, his face changed suddenly, and he pressed a button under the futon. A huge bell on the copper tower rang in an uproar, and countless disciples rushed over, surrounding the tower, and several figures had already escaped into the hole and rushed to this side.

When Huang Fu Yan heard the bell outside, he sneered, "Hmph." No amount of help!"

Mo Xiaoyang was shocked, felt that the voice was a little familiar, and asked, "Who are you?"

The emperor's body swept away, and he pushed the door in. The long sword was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword trembled, and a cloud formed by a sword flower dispersed.

"Zhou Gong Swordsmanship!" Mo Xiaoyang said hoarsely: "You are also the ...... of the Wisdom Sword Sect" Before the words were finished, he saw the face of the emperor Fu Xuan, and his face turned white. trembling voice: "You...... You're not dead!"

Huang Fu Yan didn't notice the word "also" in his words, and said in a deep voice: "Naturally, I didn't die." But I'm afraid your time of death is coming!"

Mo Xiaoyang got up to take precautions, his face changed greatly, a bead of sweat the size of a bean appeared on his skin, and even the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Huangfu Yan said again: "Happy revenge, from tomorrow, the martial arts lieutenant will disappear the Lingnan Sword Sect!"

Mo Xiaoyang shuddered. He said hatefully: "You are so ruthless! Everything is planned by Huang Shang, and there are many offenses below, and it will not be able to cause trouble to the people under the door!"

Huangfu snorted coldly and said: "The Lingnan Sword Sect is a fish and meat side, and it is not a pity to die, as for Huang Shang." Rest assured, I may be able to meet you underground soon. ”

Mo Xiaoyang's eyes lit up, he didn't say a word, his palms shook, and he pounced on the couch, the sword light in his hand flashed, and the cold light shot out. At the same time, he shouted behind the back of the emperor: "You have two people who are too good to protect the Dharma!"

As soon as the words fell, two old people behind Huangfu replied: "The old man and the two have just arrived, don't worry." ”

Huangfu grinned and looked at each other. On the left is a short and fat old man in Tsing Yi, and on the right is a tall and thin old man in black, both in their seventies. He had known about the existence of these two people for a long time, and he didn't care about them.

Inhale, punch with all your strength, and hit the two people in the back! At the same time, he flew up, like a crane, and swung his long sword at Mo Xiaoyang's neck!

The two people behind them are the two only surviving elders of the Lingnan Sword Sect, with profound wisdom and skill, although they are old, their five senses are extremely keen. As soon as Huang Fu Yan's punch came out, they already felt that something was wrong, and their stiff wrists turned around and spun, and they sent out two fierce straight punches together.

The three fists collided, and the two of them each took a few steps back, but Huang Fu Yan used his thrust to accelerate into Mo Xiaoyang's body. The tall blade is like a lonely meteor in the night sky, drawing a perfect arc of death in the air.

Mo Xiaoyang screamed, and the place where his legs were around his knees was cut off by the blade of the sword, and blood suddenly spilled out, and he fell to the ground.

Huangfu laughed loudly and said, "Mo Xiaoyang, you wouldn't have thought that you would end up so miserable!"

Mo Xiaoyang trembled, raised his head from the pool of blood, and looked at Huangfu with resentment.

The expressions of the two Supreme Elders of the Lingnan Sword Sect changed greatly, and they didn't care about dealing with Huangfu Yan, so they rushed to hold Mo Xiaoyang in front of him, stretched out their hands and touched several acupuncture points on his legs, temporarily stopping the bleeding.

The old man in Tsing Yi knew a little about medical skills, and at a glance, he knew that Mo Xiaoyang's two legs had been abolished, turned around and raised his head, and said coldly: "Who is Your Excellency, and you will actually poison your hands next time?"

Huangfu chuckled, fearless.

Mo Xiaoyang gritted his teeth and said, "He is the emperor!"

"What, you're not dead?" the old man in Tsing Yi shouted, obviously having heard about the bloody battle a few months ago.

The old man in black looked arrogant and cold: "If you escape by luck, if you don't hide it well, you won't be afraid of being surrounded and suppressed by the government again?"

Huangfu said abruptly: "We'll wait and see!"

The old man in black suddenly laughed wildly and said: "Young people don't know what to do, my Lingnan Sword Sect has been inherited for a hundred years, and the hidden dragon and crouching tiger are not something you can measure." ”

The old man in Tsing Yi interjected: "Yes, leave immediately, we can not pursue this matter!" said and pointed to Mo Xiaoyang's legs.

Huangfu smiled disdainfully, and said with his eyes: "This seat listens respectfully." ”

The old man in black laughed and said, "According to the old man, 'washing ears' is not as good as 'waiting and seeing'." As soon as the laughter stopped, the person had already flashed his sleeves, like a dragon churning, and the three black short swords of the imperial envoy were killed by the emperor.

The old man in Tsing Yi frowned, and in desperation, he also shot at the same time, shooting out three cyan short swords from his back. (To be continued.) )