The four eyes met, and a deep killing intent stirred between the graceful bodies. Fanghua butterflies gather and disperse from time to time, like smoke and fog. The rustle of countless butterflies flapping their wings converges into a terrifying melody that makes people's scalps tingle. The fairy, who was usually respectful of a god, appeared in front of him in such a posture, He Zhongyi and Bai Lang could hardly raise the courage to fight, and their bodies involuntarily shrank back, almost sticking to the carriage.

They're actually overthinking. Die Shumeng's murderous aura was definitely not directed at them, there was only one person in her eyes from beginning to end, only the jade fairy with the hilt of the sword in her hand and the blue silk shirt hunting and flying. This battle will only be a matter between the two of them, and no one can interfere.

Yu Hanyan didn't draw his sword for a long time. The butterfly clouds in front of her reflected colorful and changing points of light in her eyes, as if she was performing a mysterious heavenly opportunity. And the trajectory of any of these butterflies could not escape her gaze. In the eyes of ordinary people, the dazzling array of thousands of butterflies exposed all the mysteries in her casual glance. Before the illusion technique that can capture the traces of all things and transform the mysteries of all things, these are not to be feared at all, so where did Die Shumeng get the courage to dare to compete with her?

Their reputation is like, and their cultivation is also among the best, and it is only because of the mutual restraint of the exercises that Yu Hanyan will have the confidence to win. But she will never relax in the slightest because of this confidence, because she deeply understands that the masked woman in white in front of her can be regarded as another self. Only she knows how much she has prepared.

Qin Yan's footsteps moved slightly, and he heard Yu Han Yan say: "Senior brother, you guard the two young ladies, beware of someone sneaking up." This butterfly fairy, leave it to my family!"

He stopped castration, and suddenly felt a cold wind passing behind him, and turned to look with some feeling, and saw that beside the gravel avenue, there was already an old man in gray robe, holding a short sword, and was throwing a gloomy gaze at him. Seeing his face, Qin Yan vaguely remembered that this person had participated in the assassination of Lin Muyao in Biye City, and was the only one who escaped among several killers.

However, if you bump into the hands of Young Master Ben, you can only blame your bad luck......

"Brother Bai, borrow a sword. Qin Yan opened his mouth to speak, but the movements of his hands were unceremoniously. Before Bai Lang could react, he saw a flower in front of him, and a light breeze blew past his ears, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the long sword behind him had reached Qin Yan's hand. Bai Lang opened his mouth and closed it again.

'So fast-'

The scene just now replayed in his mind over and over again, but no matter how many times he repeated it, he couldn't see the scene when the hand reached out, as if it was just a momentary action, completely out of the boundaries of time and space, although it was just a hand, but no matter the angle and tricks were perfect to the extreme. Bai Lang has deeply understood that in front of such a character, he has no power to resist at all. His body began to tremble slightly, not shame, but excitement and excitement.

'If you can go up to Nine Dragon Peak, follow him by his side, and learn this kind of martial arts...... Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it!'

Qin Yan gently wiped the blade of the sword with his left finger, and then waved it casually, the cold streamer flipped in his wrist, and the Chinese patterns flashed, like a pool of late autumn water, the rippling waves reflected his countless broken reflections. With a slight test of his hand, dozens of sword flowers were stabbed, making He Zhongyi and Bai Lang dizzy, but he himself shook his head. Neither the feel nor the tenacity satisfied him. Last time, he also snatched Bai Lang's sword, although it was destroyed in the battle with He Bufan, that feeling still made him deeply nostalgic. Of course, there may also be a reason for the loss of the spiritual power of the Imperial Weapon. If you use this sword against the enemy, you always feel a little unpleasant.

His actions fell into the eyes of the gray-robed old man, but his forward steps froze for a moment. The gray-robed old man narrowed his eyes, smiled sadly, and said, "Boy, you are very good. If you're smart, get out of the way for me, and the old man can spare your life!"

Qin Yan blew on the body of the sword, wiped it with two fingers, and when he heard the other party's words, he couldn't help but sneer: "Brother, I remember that you didn't even take a single move from Haochengang last time, where did you dare to say such a big thing to Young Master Ben?"

He sneered, but he didn't let his guard down in his heart. If the gray-robed old man was really just as incompetent as he had been, Die Shumeng would not have relied on him. Since you dare to boast about Haikou, you must also have something to rely on. Just let Master Ben come to see if the legendary "Eternal Flying Stream" is really as sharp as people say by mouth!

At this moment, the curtain of the car suddenly opened, Mu Chengxue's head stretched out, looked at Die Shumeng, her face showed a look of disappointment and sadness, and she opened her mouth and said, "Sister Die, why you?"

Die Shumeng's gaze turned slightly, and the expression under the light veil was blurred, but she must have piled up a hypocritical smile, and she replied in an elegant and beautiful voice: "I am ordered by Uncle He to escort you and Sister Yao'er back to the Cangliu Palace. Sister Yao'er is now the only remaining bloodline of the Lin family, and she will never allow any mistakes, so I personally chased after her. Sister Xue'er, if you still believe in your sister, come to my sister's side with Sister Yao'er. I will take you back to the Cangliu Temple, and if anyone stands in the way, I will protect you even if I risk my life. ”

"But......" Mu Chengxue hesitated, "Lin Ge has already ordered that Sister Yu and Gongzi Qin take us to Jiulong Peak......"

"My sister Xue'er, you probably don't know yet, this Qin Gongzi next to you is the proud protégé of the master of the Po Sao Sect, today's demon Dao and evil demons besieging Qingweiju must be indispensable to his credit, isn't it, Qin Gongzi?"

Qin Yan replied coldly: "Nonsense, this kind of clumsy lie is almost ...... used to deceive ignorant girls."

Mu Chengxue also said: "Sister Die's words are too unbelievable!"

Look, even the ignorant girl doesn't believe you, butterfly fairy!

I heard Lin Muyao's slightly hoarse voice coming from the carriage again: "Sister Die, you will appear here, there should be other schemes, right?

After experiencing the tragedy of the destruction of her family, what the eldest lady of the Lin family thought was really much more profound. This question went straight to the point, which made Die Shumeng's eyes change. A secret gloom flashed in her eyes, she snorted lowly, and replied with her head held high: "Sister Yao'er, it is precisely because I know the identity of this Qin Gongzi and worry about your safety that I have chased all the way here! If you don't believe me, you can go directly to ask Qin Gongzi for advice." If he is not a disciple of the Demon Gate, he can make an oath, and if he dares to swear, I will immediately turn around and leave, and there will be no more words!"