Xiong Yu held the Mo Mei in his hand tightly, not daring to take it lightly. When he was only about two or three meters away from the two men, Xiong stopped in a hurry. Silence, silence.

Xiong Yu is not like some other people who are crawling in the rivers and lakes, he will give up his hands and talk to these two people with good words. Xiong Yu had already seen that these two were not good people, because they were two of the thirteen slaves of the King of Jin. T11 and 13.

No. 11 and No. 13 were slaves adopted by King Jin during his last year in Xiong Yu's stay in the Jin Palace. At that time, he was only twelve or thirteen years old, and Xiong Xuan did not communicate with them much. Xiong is accustomed to being alone, and is not willing to talk to No. 11 and No. 13 at night or drink and talk. Therefore, Xiong was not at all surprised to see that Eleven and Thirteen were here to stop him.

What makes Xiong Xuan strange is why this person keeps sending these strange maple leaves, and these maple leaves, Xiong Xuan actually saw them in the coffin shop that day. Does this maple leaf really belong to the eleventh and thirteenth? If so, there were still people from King Jin present at the coffin shop that day.

I only heard the younger No. 13 say: "No. 8, I haven't seen you for a long time, don't come unharmed." ”

Xiong snorted softly and did not answer.

No. 13 said again: "Once, you were the idol of me and No. 11, dreaming of sharing the worries of the prince like you." You disappeared at the time, and we were sad for a while. Now, you have suddenly appeared, but King Jin is not happy. Alas, why is that?

No. 11 also said: "Isn't it? You know the style of King Jin, and if you can't use it for yourself, you must be your enemy." Why do you want to come out when you are still alive after you disappear, and you have to be seen by the King of Jin, why do you still refuse the King of Jin? Aren't you looking for death?"

Xiong smiled wistfully: "I'm afraid." The King of Jin should have known my whereabouts after I disappeared, right?" Xiong's melancholy eyes stared at the maple leaves in the hands of No. 11 and No. 13, his eyes were like torches, cold and terrifying.

No. 11 hurriedly threw away the maple leaf in his hand and said, "This is not ours, don't get me wrong." Where do we have such beautiful things?"

Xiong said in surprise: "It's not yours, why did these maple leaves appear in your hands, if it wasn't yours, then who would it be?"

No. 11 said: "It doesn't matter who he is, it's not ours anyway." We are slaves, and we read very little, and we don't know what is written on it at all. Who would be bored to write on a maple leaf?" Eleven snorted coldly.

Xiong also recognized No. 11's statement and felt that what No. 11 said was indeed reasonable.

I heard No. 13 say again: "No. 8, do you want our brothers to take action, or do you want to solve it by yourself and leave a whole corpse?"

"Whole corpses?" Xiong snorted coldly, "I'm afraid that after I commit suicide, you will have to cut off my neck and go back to my life, right?" After Xiong Yu finished speaking, the Momei sword in his hand had been pulled out, and the sword was pushed back to Isaac, making a clanging sound.

Eleven muttered in disbelief, but Bear didn't care, and he had no intention of hurting Eleven and Thirteen, trying to scare them away through his sentimental actions. But his idea was not realized at all. No. 11 and No. 13 were not at all afraid of the Momei Sword in Xiong Xuan's hands and the unfathomable internal force in Xiong Xuan's body.

No. 11 said: "Your sword, how have I seen it, is it the legendary Momei sword?"

Xiong Yu nodded, there are very few people in the world who can recognize it as Momei Sword, and there are absolutely no people who can recognize it. Eleven, although young, is not more than fifteen years old. But after recognizing Momei at a glance, Xiong Yu had to look at No. 11 with admiration.

No. 3 is the descendant of Ding Peng, the famous sword god in the rivers and lakes, and No. 11 may also be a famous teacher.

No. 11 said tremblingly: "Since you have Momei's protection, perhaps, the two of us are not your opponents when we join forces." ”

Xiong smiled wistfully: "You are not my opponent in the first place. ”

Thirteen asked, "Three, did you really kill you?" Thirteen was slightly hesitant.

Xiong nodded without hesitation.

When the eleventh and thirteenth heard this, their faces changed instantly, and they immediately showed the weapons in their hands. I only heard Number 13 shouting, "Since you can kill Number Three." Then it can kill us, too. We swear to die today to bring your head back to your life. With that, the mace in his hand smashed into Xiong Yu delicately like a ghostly axe.

Xiong didn't panic, and after dodging No. 13's mace, Momei in his hand took advantage of the situation and stabbed No. 13's waist and abdomen with lightning speed. Thirteenth is still old, but thirteen years old. But tall and inherently powerful. Since he was a child, he has been deeply loved by King Jin, and he has also doubled his cultivation for No. 13, and No. 13's reaction is by no means slower than that of a twenty-three-year-old person.

When Xiong Yu's sword was about to pierce No. 13's waist and abdomen, No. 13 snorted, and the mace in his hand was like Mount Tai pressing on the top, pressing on Xiong Yu's sword. Use all your strength, do your best. If it weren't for Mo Mei's divine weapon, he wouldn't have been smashed by a mace. If it were an ordinary weapon, it would have been split into two long ago, and at the same time, it would also affect Xiong Yu's own body.

Xiong Xuan suddenly felt a powerful force penetrate deep into his body through the sword body, and secretly screamed badly. Let go of the hilt. Mo Mei fell instantly, and Xiong Yu's left foot caught the falling Mo Mei and gently kicked up. Mo Meijian went straight up. At the same time, Xiong Yu's left hand grabbed the hilt of Momei's sword and slashed it towards Thirteen's chest.

The whole action, Xiong Yu was only completed in an instant. No. 13 tried his best to attack Xiong Yu's Momei Sword, and his own defense and reaction speed were also sharply reduced. As a result, when Xiong Xuan changed his moves, No. 13 was powerless to fight back, nor was he powerless to dodge, and was stabbed into Xiong Xuan by the Momei sword, piercing through the heart!

No. 13, only thirteen years old, a short life, ended under the sword of the bear's melancholy Momei.

The eleventh was saddened to see the thirteenth's tragic death. The golden double gong in his hand has been desperate to hit Xiong Yu. Eleven knew that Xiong's sword had pierced into Thirteen's heart, and it would take some time to pull it out. The eleventh didn't have time to be annoyed and sad about the tragic death of the thirteenth, just to throw away the emotions and catch the bear, which was to keep the thirteenth and be loyal to the king of Jin.

When Xiong Yu saw the fast Eleventh, he had to be shocked by the energy that the underage Eleventh was shouldering. But he didn't dare not be the enemy of the Eleventh. Before Xiong Xuan had time to think about it, the golden double gong in No. 11's hand was already only a foot away from Xiong Xuan's shoulders.

Xiong shouted angrily, formed a fist with his right hand, and went straight to the eleventh. No. 11's Jin Shuanggong didn't hit Xiong Yu, but he was hit in the lower abdomen by Xiong Yu's right hand.

With a snort, after being knocked back for dozens of steps, Eleven foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground with serious injuries.

Xiong Yu took back the Momei Sword and walked towards the seriously injured No. 11 step by step. Xiong Xuan didn't want to hurt No. 11, but he didn't want No. 11 to go back and reveal his whereabouts to King Jin, and Xiong Xuan also wanted to know from No. 11 who would stop him in front of him.

No. 11 looked at Xiong with confused eyes, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly. After a long time, he said: "Your fist is as fast as your sword." ”

The fist is as fast as the sword. This is an indisputable fact. Before obtaining the Momei Sword, Xiong Xuan had been relying on his fists. His trust in his fist is no less than that of the Mo Mei Sword.

Xiong Yu did not answer, and quietly listened to the words of the eleventh. Xiong Yu knew from the current scene on the eleventh that even if he didn't make up for it, the eleventh would die not long after. It's better to let Eleven stay alive for the time being and listen to Eleven's story.

No. 11 said: "I originally wanted to die under Momei and become the soul under Momei's sword." But he was wounded by your fist. Is this destiny?"

Xiong said worriedly: "It sounds like you know Momei very well. ”

No. 11 smiled helplessly: "I should know much more about Momei than you. Momei is a sword. But it's not just a sword. It is also a sacred relic of our clan, a sacred relic that everyone in our clan worships and respects. I've been trying to find Momei for years. In the end, I found it, but I was about to die. ”

Doubts rose in Xiong's heart, and he asked, "What kind of clan are you?"

No. 11 coughed twice, took a breath, and then said, "I'm not Han." It is the Kunlun clan of Kunlun Mountain. For many years, our clan has lived in the Kunlun Mountains and has been enjoying the life of a fairy couple. Momei is a sacred relic of our clan, that is, a sacred relic unique to our clan for thousands of years. Historically, it has only been passed down to the patriarch. A few years ago, an unexpected disaster, the Momei Sword was lost. The Kunlun clan was also wiped out. ”

Xiong remembered that Mei Qigong had said that he had obtained this sword because of Hei Lang and Bai Mei, which meant that Mei Qigong wanted to wait for the true owner of Mo Mei's sword. At the beginning, Xiong Yu wondered who Hei Lang and Bai Mei were, but now I heard No. 11 talk about the Kunlun tribe, perhaps, Hei Lang and Bai Mei are not from the Jiuli tribe, but from the Kunlun tribe.

Xiong asked melancholy, "Do you know Heilang and Bai Mei?"

Hearing this, No. 11 said angrily: "Hei Lang and Bai Mei, how could I not know? If they hadn't stolen the Momei Sword, the Great Elder would not have died, and the Young Master would not have disappeared, they are the sinners of the Kunlun clan!"

Xiong sighed: "Maybe they are the benefactors of the Kunlun clan. I think the extermination of the Kunlun clan has a lot to do with this Momei. If it weren't for Hei Lang and Bai Mei, she stole Mo Mei a few days earlier and kept Kunlun's holy relics. Hasn't this Momei fallen into the hands of traitors?"

The eleventh was silent after hearing this, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, and asked, "How are Heilang and Bai Mei?

Xiong sighed melancholy before he said, "It's been a long time. Xiong Yu told No. 11 about the coffin shop's encounter with Hei Lang, Bai Mei, and the death of Hei Lang and Bai Mei one after another. Eleventh cried when he heard this. Xiong Yu didn't want to disturb No. 11, bypassed No. 11 and walked to the depths of Hengshan.

I had just walked a few steps when I heard Eleven shouting from behind, "Eight, do you know who I am?"

Bear stopped and shook his head slightly.

No. 11 smiled: "I am the only child of Heilang and Bai Mei - Snow Slave. ”

Poof, as soon as No. 11's words were finished, Xiong Yu heard the sound of poofing, turned around, and No. 11 had already clenched his fists, punched his Xiong Yi hard, and then spat out black blood.

Xiong Yu immediately ran back to support No. 11, Hei Lang and Bai Mei all died because of Xiong Yu. Xiong Xuan did not want their son Xuenu to die because of himself.

Eleven smiled, unable to speak. With his left hand, he took out the Momei Sword Man, and immediately stabbed the blade into his chest!

Xue Nu is the sword slave of Momei's sword, and it is destined that if he can't protect Momei, he will be killed by Momei. The soul will always follow Momei, never abandoned.

Holding the corpse of the snow slave, the bear was silent

The Kunlun clan exterminated the clan, and the Jiuli clan exterminated the clan, there may be some connection between this. Xiong Xuan didn't dare to speculate for a while, everything needed to be determined after the Medicine King restored his memory

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