Waking up leisurely, Song Si slowly turned sideways, supported his body with his arms, and sat up with great effort.

Looking at the coagulated blood on the robe on his chest, Song Si knew that he had vomited a lot of blood again, and he was very helpless, so he had to continue to sit down and heal his injuries. This time, until the injury was well stabilized, he no longer dared to move around freely.

This healing was that after a month, Song Si was able to use his true qi basically without hindrance, and as for doing it with people, he didn't dare to guarantee that his injury would break out again when he did it.

In order to help Mo Xue collect all the medicines as soon as possible, Song Si decided to leave Huashan, but secretly left Huashan.

However, after Song Si woke up groggily half a month ago, he didn't even find that the ancient jade in his hand had disappeared, and he didn't see him looking for it after he was injured, as if he had long forgotten about it.

Half a month did not see Song Si reappear, Wei Zhirong was already anxious, and ordered his disciples to look around in Huashan, but after searching for many days, he did not find any trace of Song Si. When I asked the disciples who were guarding the mountain gate these days, they all said that they had never seen Song Si.

Wei Zhirong didn't know where Song Si had gone, hoping that he was just in retreat, maybe one day he would be able to appear in front of everyone again. It's just that Song Si is in a hurry to find life-saving medicine for people, no matter how he deduces, it is impossible for him to go to retreat!

After frantically searching for several days, in the end, Wei Zhirong, who was full of tiredness, sat down in the position of the head of the house, looking out of the door blankly, thinking about where Song Si would go?

At this moment, two familiar figures appeared outside the door, holding a sword in their left hand, and walked into the main hall lightly.

"It's you! Sword Sect ......"

Through the long sky plank road, Song Sitong guò left Huashan in a special way. At this time, he had changed into a gray robe, put on a hat, and headed in the direction of the Baiyun Temple of the Jingshi.

Baiyun Temple is the ancestral court of the Longmen sect and one of the three ancestral courts of the Quanzhen Dao. Although today's Taoism is headed by Wudang, Baiyun Temple, which has been in charge of Taoism for hundreds of years, still has a pivotal position in Taoism!

Huashan to Jingshi, more than 2,000 miles, Song Si, who had not recovered from serious injuries, could not use the leisurely tour to hurry, so he had to buy a carriage and travel in the morning and night.

On this day, Song Si had just passed through a winding mountain road and was about to enter the official road of Hebei, when two people blocked the way in the middle of the road.

Ying Yi was standing behind the middle-aged man from Mobei who was carrying a spear at this moment, and looked at the carriage in front of him slowly stopping with a gloomy face.

This middle-aged man in Mobei wears a gray wolf hat on his head, only a shabby fur fur on his upper body, his bronzed and strong shoulders are exposed in the biting cold wind, his pants and shoes are woven from wolf skin, and the handwork is very rough, it seems that he made it himself, and it can be seen that this person has no partner.

Song Si stepped out of the carriage and looked at the two people blocking the road, his gaze lingering on Ying Yi for a second. It's really unfinished to eliminate evil, and it has harmed for thousands of years!

"Take off your hat and let me see who you are? Your sword intent can't be hidden in front of me!" The Mobei man reached out and took off the spear from his back, lifted it slightly, and inserted the handle of the spear into the gravel road three feet deep.

Ying Yi was extremely excited, pointed at Song Si and said, "It's him, it's him, it's him! He's Song Si, it's this sword that killed your brother! I will never admit my mistake!"

The Mobei man sneered: "You killed my younger brother Lou Deng, today the number one spear god in the Western Regions, I am invincible, I ask you for advice!

Song Si looked at Yuwen invincible with contempt: "It's really interesting to say it like this! Behind the scenes, I don't know how many evils you want to kill me, or it's a little worse, even if you are all on it." ”

Song Si is right, although his serious injuries have not healed now, his realm of martial arts master is still there, the sword in his hand is still there, and the two people in front of him want to take his life, and there is still a lot of difference.

Zheng!

With a sword roar, the long sword came out of its sheath and flew into the sky, shooting three sword qi towards Yuwen Invincible and then falling into Song Si's hands.

Whoa!

The three sword qi are not weak, they are not strong, they are just testing the depth of Yuwen's invincibility.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!" Yuwen Invincible Spear moved, shook, and threw out three spear flowers, eliminating the three sword qi into invisibility.

It's hard to imagine that Yuwen Invincible, who claims to be the "No. 1 Spear God in the Western Regions", still likes such fancy moves, although they are powerful, they are flashy, and he has too much nonsense. There is really a brother who must have a brother, and if Ying Yi can find such a wonderful partner, it can be regarded as "very powerful"!

Song Si shook his head, feeling sad for the two hostile people in front of him.

Whether Lou Deng was killed by Song Si or killed by the commander of Jinyiwei, this qiē doesn't matter, since the person in front of him obeyed Yingyi's order, he can't explain it clearly.

Moreover, such a bandit leader in the Western Regions who can be wanted by Jinyiwei has many murders, and getting rid of him is considered a merit, so why not do it?

One step, two steps, three steps, Yuwen Invincible took three steps, gathered momentum and flew up, the spear pierced Song Si's throat, and the incomparable spear seemed to completely lock the target, and make it unable to move and lead the neck to kill.

Although this trick is good, in Song Si's eyes, the heat is too shallow. With a swing of the sword, a shock, and a sharpening, Song Si hit the spear and forced Yuwen Invincible to retreat at the same time.

Yuwen Invincible's heart stirred up turbulent waves, and he knew in his heart that the opponent in front of him was a profound kendo cultivator, and he was far from being an opponent. But so far, the opponent has rarely used internal force when he has drawn his sword, could this be a swordsmanship that is more skillful? Thinking of this, Yuwen was invincible and confident, and began to use all kinds of fierce marksmanship to greet Song Si.

Guns and swords exchanged, the two had already exchanged more than 50 moves, and Song Si, who tried his best to restrain the true qi in his body, still felt that the true qi in his body was a little unstable after all, and the injury had a faint tendency to explode again.

can't drag it out any longer, after more than fifty moves, he will definitely not be able to suppress the injuries in his body, and he will only be at the disposal of the two people in front of him when the time comes.

Quick!

Song Si turned his sword into a circle, Ge Kai Yuwen was invincible with a spear, and took advantage of the situation to get out of the battle group and concentrate his energy. I saw the black and white two yi diagrams under his feet reappear, a faint purple qi emerged from his face, and the powerful sword momentum pushed Yuwen Invincible, who had not yet gained a foothold, away from the ground again.

Not good!

Yuwen Invincible felt a cold chill of death in his heart, as soon as Song Si made this move, he would definitely not have a chance of surviving!

Just when Yuwen Invincible was horrified in his heart, and Song Si's trick was about to come out, the black and white Taiji diagram under Song Si's feet suddenly disappeared, the purple qi was not visible, the sword momentum dissipated, and his expression turned white and gray in an instant.

Burst!

Song Si spurted out a mouthful of blood, staggered back a few steps, and slammed his sword on the ground, barely supporting him from falling. This is the result of the outbreak of injuries and the backlash of special moves, so that Song Si is injured and injured, and he has no strength to fight.

Golden opportunity!

Yuwen Invincible's heart fell sharply, the original despair turned into infinite joy, Song Si's old injury broke out, and the use of high-grade martial arts caused a backlash, who can bear this kind of heavy blow? Now, it is the best opportunity to kill Song Si!

This time, Yuwen's invincible gun was no longer gorgeous, but a direct move "Grab it like a dragon!" condensed his nine-layer skills, and vowed to kill Song Si with one shot!

Hahaha, is this going to die? Song Si watched dejectedly as the spear stabbed at him, powerless to resist. Scenes of the past come to mind, the scorching summer, the fresh breeze of the university, the lovely girls who passed by the classroom window countless times...; The former snow-covered white palace, the pure yang palace of Huashan, the cold-faced and kind-hearted uncle, the smart and crazy third senior brother, the cute little junior sister... , the laughter and laughter of the brothers and sister......s; Once......

Can you finally be free? Song Si waited for the spear to pierce into his body, and then waited for death.

This time the injury was more serious than any other time, Song Si felt a heart-rending pain all over his body, blood seeped out from the cracks in the pores of his sweat, staining the gray Taoist robe, he couldn't lift a trace of true qi, and he couldn't even hold the sword.

At the critical moment, a gust of wind blew, and the tip of the gun stopped at Song Si's throat, not moving at all.

Yuwen Invincible only felt a sudden burst of great force from the gun, and then a gust of wind swept by, and he felt a touch of coldness on his neck!

"Ah......h

Yuwen's invincible head flew up and fell to the ground, repeating the word "ah" incessantly.

The spear fell to the ground, and the headless "No. 1 Spear God of the Western Regions" fell to the dust, I really don't know if his self-styled title is ridiculous or sad?

What kind of swordsmanship is this?! It's simply unheard of, unseen horror! Killing people can also make the head that flies out make a sound, this is too terrifying! Ying Yi didn't dare to stay here for a second longer, and immediately dropped two smoke bombs and ran away.

The mysterious swordsman took out his sword and retracted his sword, not caring about the fleeing Yingyi, who disappeared in place like the wind, and when he reappeared, he was already beside Song Si, reaching out to support Song Si.

"Who are you?" Song Si asked angrily as he looked at this mysterious swordsman wearing a gray light gauze robe and a half-iron mask.

"Pure Yang Adong. Ah Dong replied expressionlessly.

As if hearing a satisfactory answer, Song Si loosened the long sword in his hand and closed his eyes with a smile.

The sword fell to the ground, and the sound echoed as if it were wailing for its master.