The night was so quiet that it made people hairy, and the candle flame that was about to burn out was clearly extinguished and expanded, which added a little uneasiness. Qing Xuan's eyelids jumped, paced back and forth a few steps, his left palm slashed forward, and with a soft sound, the red candle was extinguished.

There was not a trace of wind in the courtyard, and the dark clouds covered the sky and the stars and moon. Qing Xuan took a small peachwood sword from his bun, and rose up in the darkness, turning into a streamer.

A strange humming sound came from below, especially noticeable in the stillness of the night. This is not a scary sound, but in Qing Xuan's ears, he is secretly frightened. He was familiar with the voice, and he could even remember the sword.

Suddenly, two dark clouds overlapped in the low sky, and a dazzling white light erupted in the silent darkness, and lightning like a silver serpent passed through the sky, and with a "click", the branches of a towering tree split from it, and green smoke rose from it.

In this moment of light, Qing Xuan saw a person, this was a cold young man, wearing the disciple uniform of Taiyi Sword Casting Valley, holding a long sword in his hand, and pointing at the sky. The thunder and lightning in the air were led down by this cold young man with the long sword in his hand.

The rumbling thunder echoed in the valley for a long time, but it could not suppress the slight humming sound of the sword, and this strange sound that made Qing Xuan creepy came from the long sword in the hand of the cold young man. When did Taiyi produce such a young disciple, but he didn't know anything?

"Who are you?"

The hoarse voice didn't seem to come out of his throat, Qing Xuan held the Kunwu sword, and the familiar cold feeling made him suddenly calm down. That man and that sword will never be seen again, never. Just a similar person.

The cold young man said: "You are the Qingxuan Master Uncle of the Hanging Pu Palace, and the disciple Gu Liancheng. Although he called him uncle, his demeanor and tone did not have any respect. A pair of eyes are still looking straight ahead, and the long sword in his hand is still lit in the cold night sky, like the person before.

Only then did Qing Xuan discover that under the big tree that had been torn apart by thunder and lightning, and was scorched and smoky, there was a thin young figure, standing there stubbornly, confronting the cold young man from afar.

This young man is only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a calm bearing that does not match his age at all, at first glance it is a little weak, but in fact, seven points of handsomeness and elegance with three points of grandeur, and a little bit of cynicism.

Qing Xuan thought of the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys in Taiyimen, who were still childish, chasing foxes and rabbits all day long and fighting in groups, the contrast was too strong. This sick seedling has no youthful vigor at all, and only learned from Li Sick's rotten intestines about yin and lack of morality, which is really sad and pitiful.

Qing Xuan looked at Li An, then at Gu Liancheng and said, "What are you doing here?"

The answer to him was countless virtual and elusive willow leaf flying knives, each of which dragged a long tail flame, like a meteor shower. Then, what made him hate and fear, the abominable sword roar sounded again. Obviously, this is a fight.

Lightning pierced the night sky one after another, and the huge black shadow in the distance was as hideous as a giant beast of the desolation, once it was seen clearly, it was just a few barren mountains.

The dark clouds pressed very low, and the silver snakes danced wildly in the air, as if the sky was about to fall. Ang Lee's star-studded skills became more and more proficient, and his heart gradually became empty, and he no longer cared about victory or defeat, life and death. I faintly sensed that the yin and yang in the formation were mutually restrictive, and the changes were endless.

His cultivation is much lower than Gu Liancheng, and if he fights head-on, he will inevitably lose if he doesn't make three moves. At this moment, with the strange and unpredictable formation of the Tianji Palace, and this mysterious state of mind that seems to be integrated with the heavens, earth and universe, it is actually supported in the thunder and heavenly might.

(Go out to eat and come back and write another half chapter)