Wen Xiang'er's complexion softened, a little awe and panic appeared on her face, and she bowed and saluted, "See Sister Tear." ”

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were full of flowers.

The woman in palace clothes who fell from the sky, her body was like a ghost, she had been deceived to Meng Xiaodong's side, she didn't know when there was an extra dagger in her hand, Sen Ran pressed against Meng Xiaodong's chest, and asked: "You say, where is the negative person in Leng Beicheng now? Tell him to come out to see the palace immediately!"

In front of them, there was a woman in her twenties, she was wearing a splendid palace dress like clouds, a long skirt reaching the floor, long hair and a shawl, like flowing clouds.

At first glance, Meng Xiaodong saw that Wen Xian'er, the master of the palace of this peerless beauty, was actually a natural cripple, and the long sleeves and floor-length skirt could not hide the deformity of her left hand and left foot.

Wen Xiang'er, the master of the second palace, lost her voice and said, "Sister, it turns out that you ...... You ...... too."

The palace lord said loudly: "Can't I be good to him? Can't I love him? Is it because I'm a cripple...... But a cripple is a man, and a woman!" she suddenly hissed and laughed, but the laughter was more poignant and tragic than all the weeping in the world.

Wen Xiang'er, the second palace master, suddenly stood up, swept in front of the big palace master's tears, and hissed: "What? You are my own sister, how can you like my man?!"

The palace master Wen Xian'er seemed indifferent, and said coldly: "You slut!

Wen Xiang'er, the master of the second palace, said: "I can't stop talking, I want to say! You do this, ...... you do this" Before she finished speaking, she suddenly "snapped", and her face was slapped by her sister.

Wen Xiang'er, the master of the second palace, took a few steps back, put her face behind her hand, and said in a trembling voice: "You...... You ......"

The palace master said hatefully: "Do you know how much I hate him? I hate him so much that my heart is dripping blood...... suddenly rolled up his sleeves and shouted loudly: "What do you see here?"

Under the firelight, her crystal jade arm was covered with spots of blood.

Wen Xiang'er, the second palace master, was stunned for a moment and said, "This ...... It's ......"

The palace lord Wen tearfully said: "This is all pricked by myself with a needle, after Leng Beicheng left, I ...... I hate ...... I hate myself so much that I can only relieve the pain in my heart by torturing myself desperately every day and night, do you know this?

Her indifferent voice became excited and trembling.

Wen Xiang'er, the second palace master, looked at the blood spots on her arm, was stunned for a long time, burst into tears, threw herself into her sister's arms, and said in a trembling voice: "I can't think of it...... I can't believe that you will have such deep pain, sister......"

The palace master Wen Tear gently hugged her sister's shoulder, and there were tears on her face.

Meng Xiaodong was secretly sad for the two palace masters, and the sound of blade collision and fighting and shouting suddenly came from outside the palace, mixed with the screams of women from time to time.

The expressions of the two palace masters tightened, and they saw a half-naked woman with two feather arrows in her chest, staggering a few steps and rushing into the palace, Wen Xiang'er stepped forward to catch it, and asked urgently: "Wan'er, what happened outside?"

The injured woman, Wen Wan'er, took a strong breath and said in a weak voice: "Oh no...... The five people who stayed at the square construction site were Murong Bao and Tang Taizong...... Kill the white-clad guard...... saved Murong Heishan, Monk Dabei and other prisoners of hard labor...... Now they've come here...... The sisters were all killed...... Fast...... Run......

The palace lord Wen Tearful said hatefully: "It wasn't that your second sister who was soft-hearted and left these banes that day, but just used flower poison to control them, how could we be exploited by those stinky men now?

Wen Xiang'er, the lord of the second palace, immediately sneered at each other: "What are your Leng Lang? It's clearly my Leng Lang! From beginning to end, the only person Leng Beicheng loves is me, don't be amorous and deceive yourself!"

As soon as the palace lord Wen Xian'er heard this, he grabbed his sister's fragrant shoulder like crazy, and shouted hysterically: "Mine! It's mine! Leng Beicheng loves me! No one can snatch him from me!"

"Boom" There was a loud bang, and the heavy palace gate collapsed under the continuous violent impact of countless crazy martial arts prisoners.

"Don't fight with the two palace masters!" Wen Wan'er struggled to stand up, and said with a resolute expression: "These martial arts masters have been trapped for a long time, and they are resentful, they must be as fierce as a tiger out of the cage, unstoppable, the slave and maid will resist for a while, and the two palace masters will go to 'sit on the forgotten peak' for a while, and 'housework' will be talked about later." ”

Meng Xiaodong had a good impression of this sister, and couldn't help but call: "Sister Wan'er, be careful. ”

Wen Wan'er turned around and smiled at Meng Xiaodong, the killing shouts outside the hall were getting closer and closer, Wen Wan'er waved her hand and rushed out with more than a dozen palace maids in the palace.

The palace master Wen Tear was in the air, Meng Xiaodong was pointed to the wind in the acupoint, Wen Tear said in a deep voice: "Second sister, take this little girl with you!"

While talking, the two sisters kidnapped Meng Xiaodong and ran straight to the direction of "Sitting and Forgetting Peak".

I couldn't run far, and the shouts of killing behind him were already from far to near, and the two palace masters carried Meng Xiaodong, their feet connected to the dots, their clothes and belts flying, fluttering like immortals, a few ups and downs, and climbed to the peak.

The palace master Wen Xian'er heard the sound of the wind behind him, and he didn't look back, and grabbed five times in a row, grabbing the five darts that came from him one by one, only listening to the following "Long live my emperor, don't go back to a hundred deaths" Tang Taizong laughed wildly: "Demon girl, you have fallen into the way of Uncle Ben's 'centipede dart'!"

The palace master Wen Xian'er was shocked when she heard this, and said in a lost voice: "The dart is poisonous!" casually shot the poisoned dart downward, and the five men in prison clothes who rushed to the front of the mountain road were caught off guard, and they were hit by the darts one after another, screaming and rolling down the cliff.

The palace lord Wen Xian'er saw that the poisoned right hand was already black, lest the poisonous gas attack her heart and lungs, in a hurry, she didn't allow herself to think about it, her silver teeth clenched, and she chopped off with a sword, and actually cut off one of her right arms.

Wen Xiang'er, the master of the second palace, saw it in his eyes, his eyes were red, he reached out to untie the acupoint that Meng Xiaodong was controlled, and shouted: "Hurry up and stop my sister's bleeding!

Before she finished speaking, her figure rose sharply, and when she reached the neck of the mountain road, her double swords flew and flowers, fighting with Xiao San, Gu Shiliu and four martial arts warriors in prison uniforms.

Meng Xiaodong tore off one of his sleeves and cloth, and hurriedly came over to bandage the wound of the palace master Wen Tear'er, Wen Tear'er pushed Meng Xiaodong away with force, and said viciously: "You get out of here! Don't pretend here, you outsiders don't have a good thing! Your uncle Leng Beicheng is unkind, and he has abandoned the chaos from the beginning, and you, who are nieces, will lead me into the 'Netherworld Valley', kill my sisters, and destroy my inheritance, and you must have been instigated and instructed by your dead ghost uncle...... Xu Shiwen was too emotional, and the pain of her broken arm was unbearable, so she fainted before she finished speaking.

Meng Xiaodong listened to the words in his ears, and suddenly felt aggrieved in his heart, and saw that the palace master Wen Xian'er had suffered from love all his life, tired by love, and ended up like a person not like a person, and a ghost was not like a ghost.

At the entrance of the mountain road, the battle situation became more and more intense, and the graceful posture of Wen Xiang'er, the master of the second palace, was like a butterfly wearing flowers, galloping between the six masters, one long and one short, and the weapons of the six masters constantly collided with the sparks, making a series of "clanging" gold and iron clashing sounds. The seven people fought for the entrance of the passage, all of them fought desperately, and the strong wind filled the surroundings, and the danger was full of dangers.

There is only one steep and narrow climbing path on three cliffs, and it can barely accommodate a few people. In the vicious fight, a imprisoned master accidentally fell off the cliff with a sword, and another one-legged thief in the green forest, "black-hearted ghost craftsman" Cui Weipo, made up for it with an axe, not allowing the second palace lord Wen Xiang'er to have the slightest chance to breathe.

Due to the narrow space of the mountain road, Tang Taizong, Murong Uncle and Nephew and others were blocked and pressed under the mountain road, unable to squeeze up, and they were angry and scolded, and everyone was oppressed and imprisoned for too long, and all kinds of dirty and obscene abuse were unbearable.

Wen Xiang'er, the master of the second palace, was one against six, because he was condescending and took advantage of the geographical advantage, and he did not fall behind, but when he heard her coquettishness, the sword light swept everywhere, and Cui Weipo, the one-legged thief in the green forest who grabbed it, was pierced by a sword, and screamed miserably, and the body rolled down the mountain.

The "Luohuaxuan" good hand who fought side by side with Xiao San saw that his companion was dead, and he was a little distracted, and Wen Xiang'er, the master of the second palace, rushed to him closer, survived in danger, and sent the short sword in his left hand into Xiao San's throat. At the same time that Wen Xiang'er, the master of the second palace, assassinated Xiao San, the empty door behind him was opened, how could the "Shaolin faction" Great Compassion monk let go of the flaw of the great enemy, and two "Great Compassion Fingers" stabbed the second palace master Wen Xiang'er in the back of the heart.

Under the middle finger of Wen Xiang'er, the master of the second palace, he did not retreat but advanced, and then the thrust of the "Great Compassion Finger", even the person with a sword rushed into the arms of Gu Shiliu, the famous house of "Listening to Xuelou", that Gu Shiliu didn't expect that she was so fierce and not afraid of death, and actually used the same way of playing, and under the loss of consciousness, Gu Liuye fell to the ground with a sword.

At this moment, when the sword of the former Jingshi "Six Gates" chief catcher "Immortal Dragon" Long Bushi and the "Yangtze River" seventy-two waterway chief "scoop handle" Zhu Jiu Taiye Zhu Xiangtian raised their swords together, it was a burst of angry slashing, red light burst out, and the flesh and blood behind the back of the second palace lord Wen Xiang'er were blurred, and the people finally fell to the ground.

The six masters folded three of them, and the mountain pass prescription vacated a little space, and the Murong Heishan uncle and nephew and Tang Taizong in the group of heroes below jumped up, making up for the number of six people, and each of them besieged the second palace lord Wen Xiang'er and others.

Murong Heishan had to be hairy, changed his old timid and shrunken appearance, and said viciously and fiercely: "In the past ten years, the old man and others have been tortured and humiliated by these two demon girls, and this time the place has changed, the old man will let you not survive, you can't die!"

The Great Compassion Monk laughed wildly: "These two demon girls have fine skin and tender flesh, and they are full of commotion, so they might as well let our brothers take turns to enjoy it before they die, so as to compensate for the suffering and pain we have suffered for many years, hahaha......"

(Markne)