Soul Piercing Boy Song Xing: Vertical and Horizontal Double Swords

"A little injury, it's okay." Tang Lian chuckled.

Then his eyes fell on Yue Yao and Lei Wujie who were behind Sikong Qianluo.

"Are they your friends?"

Sikong Qianluo nodded: "This is elder sister Yueyao, and this is my brother whom I recognize, Lei Wujie."

Tang Lian politely nodded to the two of them, signaling them to find a place to sit down.

Yueyao sniffed her nose, looked at the seven delicate jade vases Tang Lian had placed on the ground, and smiled sweetly.

"It's been a long time since I drank the Seven Starry Night wine he brewed."

Tang Lian hurriedly hugged the seven jade bottles in her arms, waved her hands and said, "Girl, this wine is my private possession."

Yue Yao smiled slightly: "If your master knows, he won't even allow me to drink this wine, I'm afraid he will be angry."

With a gesture of her hand, the wine gourd on Tang Lian's waist automatically opened the lid, and the wine gushed out and turned into a dragon shape in the air.

Immediately after Yueyao's jade hand tapped, the wine drew a circle in mid-air and returned to the wine gourd again.

"This is Qiu Shui Jue, what is your relationship with my master?" Tang Lian shouted anxiously.

Yue Yao pursed her lips and said with a smile: "I am his very important old friend."

Tang Lian hesitated for a moment, and handed the seven starry night wine to Yueyao.

"You have to save some for me."

Yueyao burst out laughing, poured each of the seven bottles of wine into a small glass, and showed nostalgia after drinking.

"After so many years, the taste still hasn't changed. I look forward to seeing you again, when you are still that boy."

For some reason, Lei Wujie felt a little irritable when he heard Yueyao talk about Baili Dongjun.

Just about to go out to get some air, the door was opened again, and a lazy voice sounded.

"Why did it suddenly snow outside, causing me to lose my way?"

Lei Wujie looked carefully, and the person who came was a boy about 17 years old who was wearing a gorgeous purple fox fur.

The face is more beautiful than ordinary women, with the demeanor of a handsome young man, and the whole body reveals a lazy air.

"Xiao Se!" Sikong Qianluo waved at the man with a sunny smile.

The young man in fox fur rolled her eyes and corrected him, "My king's name is Xiao Chuhe."

"It's okay, you will be called Xiao Se sooner or later." Lei Wujie smiled.

"Crazy." Xiao Chuhe cursed secretly, and immediately felt that this guy was very annoying.

He came to sit by the campfire alone, and suddenly he frowned, smelling a smell in the air.

"Strange, how come there is a scent of rose dew."

"As for rose dew, only the Baihua Pavilion in Tianqi City can buy it."

Lei Wujie nodded: "Indeed, Baihualou often buys spices from Baihua Pavilion, and their oiran uses this kind of spices."

Now Xiao Chuhe despises Lei Wujie even more, and thinks he is a dandy.

Yueyao got up slowly, and smiled towards the door: "Friends outside, since you're here, let's show up and see you."

"Papa papa!" A beautiful woman in a thin purple shirt applauded while looking at Tang Lian and the others.

She smiled softly and said: "Unexpectedly, there are three elegant people in this ruined temple."

"It's a pity, it's a pity"

Seeing the gold sticker in the woman's hand, Lei Wujie didn't know that the woman in front of him was Yue Ji, who ranked top five on the killer list.

Yue Ji stroked the hair on her temples, flicked her fingers, and a golden light shot towards Tang Lian.

Lei Wujie snorted coldly, and with a wave of his sleeve, he smashed the gold sticker into pieces.

Yue Yao smiled at Yue Ji: "Yue Ji laughs and loosens, Minghou kills in anger."

"It's a pity that your post was never delivered to anyone, so it was wiped out."

Yue Ji's face turned cold. Most people's first reaction when they see her post is fear. No one has ever dared to mock her golden post like this.

"Originally the only person we wanted to kill was Tang Lian, but you broke the rules, so let's die together!"

"It's up to you?" Sikong Qianluo looked disdainful, and raised his middle finger at Yueji, "Let that Marquis Ming come out too."

"Bang!" On the temple wall not far away, a giant blade suddenly hit the ground, and a burly figure appeared beside him.

"Wait a minute." Lei Wujie raised his left hand and spoke to Yue Ji.

Yue Ji smiled softly and said, "Little brother, do you have any last words?"

Lei Wujie took out two wooden tokens from his bosom, wrote the names of Yueji and Minghou with dye, drew a red cross on them, and threw them at Yueji's feet.

"This is my order to kill you all. After today, there will be no more Yueji Minghou in the world."

"Little Jie did a great job!" Sikong Qianluo smiled brightly, but she couldn't help but vomit when she saw the ugly words on the two tokens that looked like chicken feet crawling out.

"That's the word, it's too ugly to write."

This time, Yue Ji's expression turned even colder, and she said angrily, "What a lifeless guy!"

"Stop talking nonsense." Lei Wujie hooked his fingers towards Yueji and Minghou, "You two go up together!"

"I want to perform the stunt of killing you with bare hands."

"Don't be so arrogant." Yue Ji sneered, "Marquis Ming's sword will not be pulled out easily, you should try my sword first."

After speaking, she pulled out the silver belt from her waist, flicking it lightly like a sword.

Under the illumination of the moonlight at night, it shone with a glamorous light.

"Young hero, be careful, her weapon is the tunic sword." Tang Lian reminded.

"Eldest brother, don't worry." Lei Wujie smiled casually, "Facing the absolute difference in strength, her weapon is just a decoration."

Seeing Lei Wujie provoking her again and again, Yue Ji couldn't take it anymore, her figure flickered, and the sword in her hand was still close to Lei Wujie's chest.

Lei Wujie stood there calmly, with a flick of his sleeves, a powerful force of spring breeze sent Yueji and her sword flying ten meters away.

Then he pointed at the sky, and the terrifying force of the wind lifted the entire roof of the ruined temple.

"See the gap between us?"

"Your Excellency, you have such profound internal strength." Yue Ji wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her hand holding the tunic sword was a little numb.

Xiao Chuhe looked lazy, but suddenly frowned: "That kid's internal strength is like the top internal strength of more than 200 years ago - the spring breeze."

"Could it be that Helian Xiyue is still alive?"

"I've said it all, you alone are no match for me." Lei Wujie smugly shook his finger at Yueji.

"Really?" Yueji snorted coldly, jumped to the place where the moonlight was intensively shining, the sword in her hand glowed brightly, and the light scattered.

Looking at the magnificent woman in front of him, Xiao Chuhe couldn't help but praise: "No wonder she is called Yueji."

Sikong Qianluo was sour when he heard it, and couldn't help snorting: "I'm going to be beaten as a blood princess soon."

Everyone looked up, and Yue Ji suddenly transformed into several figures, some dancing on the ground, or flying high in the sky, and then stabbing Lei Wujie one by one.

"I said that in the face of absolute strength, any tricks are futile."

Lei Wujie shook his head and sighed, swung the water bottle on his waist towards the sky, and then flicked his sleeves lightly, the water droplets all over the sky turned into ice picks, attacking every figure of Yue Ji from 360 degrees without dead ends.