Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Purple Orchid Pavilion at night has lost the hustle and bustle of the past. Except for a few lights on the top floor, it has returned to darkness. On the top floor, in a room with lights, with the flow of the breeze, there is The sound of the piano blends into the night, bringing a sense of inner peace to people.

"How does the sound of this piano sound?" On the roof of Zilanxuan, a figure blending into the darkness said to the people next to him.

"Very good. It seems to be a very good thing to have the sound of the piano to cleanse the soul while performing tasks." A young man in white walked out of the darkness.

"It's a pity that such an ethereal and distant piano sound is going to be stained with blood. I wonder if she can still play such a beautiful piano sound after being stained with blood." The person who spoke was just following the order. The night killer comes, Mo Crow.

"What a pity." Bai Feng sighed. They had destroyed too many beautiful things over the years, and they didn't mind having this one in front of them.

Looking back in the future, I may have regrets, but that's all.

"When will we take action?" Bai Feng put away a trace of softness in his heart and asked indifferently.

"Don't worry, it's a long night, you can finish listening to this music before talking." Mo Ya said calmly.

"Then wait."

In the Zilan Pavilion, Yang Ming, who was sitting upright and listening to the jade playing the piano, slowly withdrew his eyes from the darkness outside the window and said to the purple girl next to him: "It seems that the trees are trying to calm down and the wind is not stopping. I originally wanted to stay here in Xinzheng By keeping a low profile in the city, I can spend more time with you, but it seems that is no longer possible now."

"What's wrong?" Zi Nu asked in surprise. Although what Yang Ming was doing in Xinzheng these days seemed very out of place, Zi Nu could understand Yang Ming's thoughts. But what Yang Ming said now? but it is……

"Ye Mu's people are here, and they are ready to stretch out their fangs to us. In order to avoid endless troubles in the future, we can only take action, cut off Ye Mu's fangs, and teach Ye Mu's leader how to behave." Yang Ming smiled.

"You want to take action directly? This is Xinzheng." Zi Nu said in shock. Although Yang Ming was smiling, Zi Nu could hear the coldness in it. When he was in Hengshan, Yang Ming was smiling like this. Entering the Black Wind Stronghold, Yang Ming did not have the power he has now, but the night scene now was not comparable to that of the former Black Wind Stronghold.

"Punch away with one punch to avoid hundreds of punches coming. There are some things that we can't just endure." Yang Ming said.

Seeing that Zi Nu still looked worried, Yang Ming smiled and said, "What? Why are the two evil spirits from the black wind missing?"

"Be careful in everything you do," Zi Nu warned.

"Don't worry, my life is very precious." As Yang Ming spoke, he picked up the Tianwen Sword behind him and walked towards the window.

Real masters never take the right path.

As an afterimage emerged, Yang Ming's figure appeared in the night. Then, at a strange angle, his figure shot straight up in the air with no relay point. The next moment, he was already standing in front of Zilanxuan. On top of the roof.

"The killer of the night?" Yang Ming pressed his sword and walked towards the figure lurking in the darkness.

"Are you the leader of the Tianxiahui? No wonder you dare to be so arrogant, your martial arts are really good." Mo Ya looked at Yang Ming who was walking towards him with his sword pressed, his sword eyebrows slightly raised, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This is a good goal. , otherwise, this task would be too boring.

"Is it you?" As soon as Mo Ya finished speaking, Bai Feng's voice mixed with fear sounded.

Yang Ming, how could Bai Feng forget this face of Yang Ming? Back then, the White Bird Killer Group went to Yanmen County to perform a mission, but was killed by Yang Ming. The entire army was wiped out, from Ying Ge, to Vultures, and then to all The killer, except for him who had narrowly escaped with his life, everyone died violently.

Yang Ming, this young man of the same age as Bai Feng, is the biggest nightmare for Bai Feng. Even though he has successfully carried out missions from the night countless times over the years, he has rebuilt his confidence with the blood of his target again and again. , but in front of Yang Ming, Bai Feng still felt a deep timidity.

"It turns out it's you. It seems you're lucky and survived." Yang Ming looked at Bai Feng and said.

"He was the target of your trip to Yanmen?" At this time, Mo Ya had also reacted. He was very clear about the experience of this little brother Bai Feng, especially the mission to Yanmen County, and the With Yingge's participation, Mo Ya learned a lot about the mission in Yanmen County, in order to avenge his friends.

Now, Yang Ming's target mission appears in front of the night again. In Mo Ya's view, this is a good thing.

As for Yang Ming being able to kill the Night Killer and almost annihilating the entire army, so what? He is Mo Crow, the strongest among the night killers. According to Bai Feng's memories, Yang Ming was already a second-rate peak master at that time. After a few years, his martial arts must have improved to a higher level, and may even have already He is a top-notch expert.

But Mo Ya is also a first-class master, and he is a person who has broken through to the first-class master with light kung fu. His speed has made him immortal.

"Yes." Bai Feng said solemnly. Even with Mo Ya by his side, he still felt a heavy pressure, the pressure brought by the price of lives.

"Then let me see where he is strong." As Mo Ya spoke, it turned out that there was only a black mist rising and falling, and the person had disappeared.

Being able to practice Qinggong to the point of changing his body, Mo Ya is indeed the number one killer of the night.

Unfortunately, that's all, because Yang Ming's light kung fu is also unimaginable to Mo Crow. Mo Crow's speed is comparable to that of a flying bird, but no matter how fast the flying bird is, even the king of flying birds, Dapeng, will still have to ride the wind to do it. How could Mo Crow be faster than the wind?

So when Mo Crow's figure reappeared and the arm blade on his arm was already stabbing Yang Ming, he found that Yang Ming in front of him was just an afterimage.

What? Mo Ya's eyes couldn't help but widen. Someone was actually faster than him? How could this happen?

"Be careful." Bai Feng had already rushed up at this time. He was eighty-nine times faster than Mo Ya. He was coming very fast. He danced his arms. The thin feather blade reflected the cold light in the moonlight, which was breathtaking. .

"Too slow." Yang Ming waved his palm behind him. Since he had decided to show off his cards in front of the night, Yang Ming naturally would not hide anything anymore. He completely mastered the power of Xuyun and struck out with the Paiyun Palm, causing the wind to rise and the clouds to surge. , black as ink, as empty as illusory clouds surging, the white phoenix has been enveloped in it.

Cloud Pai Palm, as a martial art that counteracts the Wind God Leg, can even restrain the speed of the Wind God Leg, let alone a Qing Gong master like Mo Crow Bai Feng. It is impossible to surpass the Qing Gong master of the Wind God Leg.

Under the heavy clouds, Bai Feng and Mo Ya were completely enveloped in a layer of clouds.

Looking at the changing clouds around them, for the first time in their lives, Mo Ya and Bai Feng felt the pain of not having speed. The seemingly illusory clouds seemed to have terrifying power in every strand. A word "lock" would... They were suppressed under the heavy clouds. During the surging clouds, their attacks were unable to break through at all. The sharp blades in their hands fell down and could not cut through the clouds between reality and reality. If they used their internal strength to break through, the clouds would be like an iron wall. Generally, indestructible.

"Ye Mu, I have provoked a master who cannot be provoked." Mo Ya's heart sank and he tried his best to stay calm.

Although his body skills are banned, if the enemy attacks, he still has a chance to counterattack. By then, the outcome is still uncertain.

But, why hasn't he launched an attack yet?

While Mo Ya was confused, the world of clouds in front of him suddenly changed. In the hazy clouds, a world was slowly brought to Mo Ya. He saw his former self, a self who was only five or six years old.

"Is this an illusion?" Mo Ya's heart sank. When he subconsciously looked at Bai Feng, he found that Bai Feng was looking at the clouds in front of him with lifeless eyes and a pale face. He had already fallen into some kind of illusion. .

Mo Ya, who realized that he could no longer sit still and wait for death, had a ferocious look on his face.

"Ying Ge?" The next moment, Mo Ya's expression suddenly softened. In front of him, a figure appeared, a figure that should not have existed long ago.

"This is fake. It's all an illusion." Mo Ya roared and swung his arm blade to slash at Yingge in front of him. But when the blade fell, he still hesitated after all.

This is the eleventh form of the Cloud-Pailing Palm, Yunlai Wonderland.

But just at this moment of hesitation, a split-air palm print was already printed on his chest. Mo Ya felt a surge of energy and blood in his chest. In an instant, the power of energy and blood in his body returned to calmness, like a piece of It is like stagnant water, and it is difficult to make any waves.

He didn't even have the strength to support his body, and he fell softly between the tiles on the roof.

"Bai Feng!" Mo Ya used his last bit of strength and shouted towards Bai Feng.

But at this time, Bai Feng was completely immersed in the illusion, so how could he know that he was already in death.

"You should be lucky that you are Yingge's friends." Yang Ming's voice sounded in the clouds.

At this time, a horrified scream came, and between the clouds, a palm print had already hit Bai Feng's chest.

Looking at Bai Feng, who was pale but had no other abnormalities, Mo Ya already knew that Bai Feng's condition was similar to his own.

Just a parrot song? Thinking of the voice just now, Mo Ya felt more and more confused.

"Sure enough, a killer like this looks more pleasing to the eye." Yang Ming looked at Mo Ya and Bai Feng, who had their blood banned, and his eyes were already directed at the General's Mansion.

Now is the time to talk to General Ji.

Yang Ming pondered, lifting Mo Ya and Bai Feng with one hand, and headed towards the General's Mansion.