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On the Magic Mountain, the cold wind is cold, the snowflakes are flying, and the silver is wrapped everywhere, with the clouds and mist around the mountain, it is like a fairyland on earth.

On weekdays, the Demon Gate should be full of scenes of disciples practicing in the outer courtyard, but now, it is silent, and the occasional figure is just a battle between the two factions, and the intimate fellow disciples who used to talk about everything in the past, but now it is a fight of life and death, and the "cold shadow" snuggled up to a big tree, watching all this with cold eyes.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of the "Cold Shadow" Feijian's mouth, and there was some contempt in his eyes, in his opinion, it seemed that everything in this world was a joke, and after a while, he said to himself: "It seems that I still underestimated you, Ye Feng, I really didn't expect that the Holy Gate would dispatch three shadow guards and a Tiangang supreme figure, even so, you can still be at ease, it's really scary, hehe, Master Mingyue will stand on your side without any scruples, I have to admire your womanhood!"

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the battle below seemed to be about to be decided, and the rebellious demon disciple slapped out with a palm, which was printed on the chest of the Tsing Yi faction, and in an instant, the man flew out upside down, prostrate on the ground, dying.

Flying Sword saw it clearly, frowned slightly, seemed to be thinking, and said: "Ye Feng, to be honest, you just defeated me, which inspired my determination to use the Holy Gate Secret Technique to improve my skills, in fact, to be honest, I don't have a deep hatred with you, but the Holy Gate is different, and the master is also on your side now, we can't be friends, but we don't need to be enemies, the Holy Gate, I still need you, hehe......"

As he spoke, the flying sword seemed to see the "clear shadow" under the Holy Lord, silently enduring, crying in humiliation, and finally dying under the hands of the Holy Lord, and couldn't help but feel on fire in his heart, the original calm and indifferent face was extremely distorted, his eyes were full of fierceness, and the mist in his palms shook the snowflakes, and shot directly at the demon gate rebels.

An air stream pierced the air, cut through the snow curtain, and howled in the cold wind, and when the disciple reacted, the air flow had already broken through his body, and in an instant, he paused slightly, stared down at the wound on his chest, his eyes were full of misery, and after a while, his breath gradually weakened, and he fell to the ground.

After Feijian finished all this, he chuckled lightly and said lightly: "I didn't expect that I would help you one day, Ye Feng, I think you should also arrive at the Demon Mountain, but don't let me down!"

The wind seemed to be colder, and the hearts of people were even colder, in the cold wind, Feijian sat quietly on the trunk of the tree, his eyes were foggy, as if he remembered the past again, lonely and focused, after a while, he said sadly and softly: "Qingying, are you okay?"

In the middle of the night, the flying sword jumped down from the tree and walked towards the demon gate, thinking in his heart: At this time, Ran Yun asked me, for some reason, is it because of the failure to stop Ye Feng? Thinking of this, the flying sword gloated a little, and the sword eyebrows also rose a little.

The inner courtyard of the Demon Gate has always been mysterious, with winding and twisting roads, rows of houses and garden trees forming a formation, and if you don't pay attention, people will get lost here, and Ran Yun is in that ancient house full of vines, waiting for the flying sword.

The glazed tiles of this house have faded, the patterns on the window lattices are made of sandalwood, which looks simple and atmospheric, and outside the house is a pool of clear water, and the lotus leaves float on it, it is the cold spring, and the craggy rockery is scattered and stands, forming a certain formation, and ordinary people can not escape from entering here.

Flying Sword was outside the house for a long time, observing the situation in this room and outside, his heart was dark, judging from this formation, I am afraid that this meeting is very meaningful. But the matter has come to this, and it is useless to say more, he calmed down and pushed the door in.

The decoration of the room is simple, a beauty couch, next to the couch is a glass cup, and the other is a wooden chair arrangement, and Ran Yun is lying on the couch. I saw Ran Yun holding a feather fan in her hand, swaying gently, curling lazily, her beautiful eyes closed, wearing a light veil, showing a graceful figure, but such a beautiful scenery, the flying sword had no intention of appreciating, because Ran Yun had a sharp sword in front of her, and it had been unsheathed, and if she was not careful, the flying sword would be lost in the hands of this woman.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, Ran Yun on the couch was still relaxed, and she didn't feel any murderous aura, but the flying sword didn't dare to take it lightly, you must know that the woman's methods were well-known in the Holy Gate.

After a long time, Ran Yun opened her beautiful eyes, sat up straight, stretched her waist, and lay on her chest horizontally, showing the ultimate beauty, her eyes gradually cleared, and then she said as if she had seen it for the first time: "'Cold Shadow' is coming, how long have I been waiting, I actually fell asleep." ”

The room was a little dark, but it didn't affect the master's vision at all, and the flying sword caught the banter on Ran Yun's lips, and sneered in his heart, but he said in his mouth: "The second sister has a lot of opportunities, and she is naturally tired." ”

Ran Yun naturally heard the sarcasm in the flying sword's tone, and she was not angry, she still smiled lightly, and said: "The news of the failure of the ambush, you are afraid that you already know, almost the entire army has been wiped out, what I want to know is that the disciples of the Holy Gate are fighting fiercely in front, but you are looking for the secret passage in the Demon Gate, I don't know how many days have passed, but there is the whereabouts of Tsing Yi?"

As soon as the flying sword froze, Ran Yun knew that Dao Ran Yun was about to come to the point, so he replied: "I have already gathered manpower to step up the investigation, and there will be news in the next few days." ”

"Huh...... You mean that in the past few days, there has been no progress, right?" Ran Yun's words grew colder, "Ye Feng and the others have almost arrived at the Demon Mountain, why don't you go to the foot of the mountain to meet Ye Feng for a while, how about it?"

Feijian was taken aback, and said: "I feel that finding Tsing Yi and quickly letting the second sister lead the demon gate is the most important thing." ”

"I haven't seen 'Cold Shadow', but I never imagined that it would be a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. The charming male voice spoke, paused, and said, "Or, you didn't want to kill Ye Feng in the first place, and you have already colluded with him!"

The flying sword was shocked, and when he followed the sound, he saw that on the wooden chair on the side, there was already a person sitting at some point, and this kind of skill was even more superb than the flying sword. I saw that the man, his face was like a crown of jade, a pair of phoenix eyes squinted slightly, shooting out a sharp light, three thousand green silk hanging down his waist, extremely charming, and he was holding a flute in his hand, antique, and the whole person exuded a terrifying murderous aura.

Feijian said in a deep voice: "Second sister, who is this, how can we talk to outsiders when we are talking to others?"

Ran Yun didn't answer, just chuckled, shook the feather fan lightly, and looked at the man playfully to see how he answered.

The man smiled lightly and said softly: "This flute is the 'Seven Treasures Jade Flute', you should know me." ”

"What!" Flying Sword was startled, and blurted out, "'Qu Immortal' Mo Ran, one of the six elders of the Demon Gate!"

The man shook his head slightly, and then, his momentum changed, and he said in a deep voice: "Actually, I am also a member of the Holy Gate, and I am the third shadow of the Holy Gate Shadow Guard!"