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Yijing: Three ghosts fighting the landlord, a pair of brothers dancing in the square.

"Did you notice anything?"

When Chang Ming asked this sentence, Chu Guangliang was about to stretch his waist to get rid of the heavy affairs of the day. Hearing this, he subconsciously looked around. The dust also quietly landed on Chang Ming's eyebrows, but Chang Ming's eyes were not confused by this situation, like a cold blade blowing open the chaos of heaven and earth.

"Notice what?" Chu Guangliang subconsciously clenched the spear in his hand, still unmoved by what he saw in front of him, for an instant he thought that the sunset was smeared with blood red.

"Murderous look." Chang Ming pressed his right hand on Tianxia Feishuang's knife handle, "That kind of murderous look between two armies against each other."

Chu Guangliang was immediately bewildered by him, and was thinking about what expression he should face Chang Ming—it was too late to say it, and he was pushed aside by Chang Ming Xinxin.

Chang Ming's sudden action caught Chu Guangliang off guard, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment. He hurriedly looked back, and when he raised his eyes, he saw two rays of light, one white and one red. Looking carefully, Chang Ming had already been with another person. The swords are facing each other, and they will not give in to each other.

The clear sound of the weapons colliding finally fell into his ears.

"Who is presumptuous?!" Chu Guangliang immediately stood up and shouted, but Chang Ming reminded him: "Ah Liang, go!"

Chu Guangliang's heart skipped a beat.

He has worked with Changming for many years, and he knows that Li Changming is brave because of his skill, and he is never afraid to fight alone, but there is only one situation where Changming will tell him to leave quickly-when Changming is afraid.

The power of one person is invincible to thousands of troops, Chu Guangliang is not an unreasonable person, but right now that person and Chang Ming are just fighting endlessly at the same person.

He couldn't believe that there was anyone in this world who could scare Chang Ming with his martial arts.

The man's attire was simple, his face was inexperienced, his expression was sluggish, neither happy nor sad, but his scarlet eyes were like ghosts and ghosts that no one had seen for thousands of years. He spoke with a murderous intent, but he didn't have the slightest hatred. It is said that the ancient well has no waves, but it kills people in an instant.The first ring knife in his hand seems simple and not fancy, but it seems to be stained with the cold blood of thousands of people, very hostile, even worse than those eyes, after a closer look, he realized that it was the blade It is completely black, with bright rubies inlaid in several places, beautiful and hideous.

"Ah Liang!" Chang Ming shouted, and Chu Guangliang was awakened from his dream just now. He saw the killer's blade cut across Chang Ming's head, and Chang Ming raised his head to dodge, but his hands split the world's flying frost into two, blocking him. The blade, with his own blade approaching the enemy's hilt with his backhand, trying to snatch the weapon.

Chu Guangliang stopped asking nonsense, turned around and ran away.

Wang Xi hid behind the tree, staring blankly at Qiyue's figure.

Meng Qian, who was beside him, remembered the actions of the two of them before, and he still had endless aftertaste in his heart.The Qiyue who was obviously stupid, but when Wang Xi was about to strike the sword, he reached out to stop Wang Xi, and the next moment he was fighting with Chang Ming.The thick soil on the head ring knife did not know when to peel off, revealing bloodthirsty murderous intent.

"He actually stopped you?" Meng Qian asked Wang Xi tentatively.

But Wang Xi turned his words on deaf ears, and Meng Qian, who was self-defeating, had no choice but to look at the inseparable two people not far away, and suddenly saw a figure flickering, and quickly said to Wang Xi: "There are still people! He's going to report!"

"Qiyue can handle it." Wang Xi said disapprovingly.

"This matter must be foolproof, Qiyue has been restrained by Li Changming..."

What Meng Qian said was true, Wang Xi looked again, and was surprised to find that someone was as good as Qiyue.

In other words, Qiyue and Li Changming have their own strengths.

Both he and Qiyue are extraordinary people, they should be said to be monsters in the eyes of others. Although they are born with a short life span, they can be regarded as "invincible".Li Changming's fellow is not as good as Qiyue's blade, but he is nimble and calm to fight. He always finds the gap to dodge left and right, and waits for the opportunity to take advantage of Qiyue's body. Li Changming was powerless to fight any more.

Where the two blades collided, water and fire were incompatible, Wang Xi could see the two fighting endlessly, while Meng Qian could only see two afterimages, unable to distinguish between reality and reality.

"There are still people like this." Wang Xi murmured in a low voice, turned his eyes to see Chu Guangliang who had escaped a few steps, then held the knife handle, flashed past Meng Qian, and went straight to the fish that slipped through the net.

"Boom!—"

As soon as Chu Guangliang was about to be split into two, something flew in front of him to block the blade in his hand, and at the same time another strange feeling appeared in his mind, which made him stagger, and then the thoughts of pain and rage were overwhelming. It came and submerged him, his eyes were scorching hot, as if boiled blood had been poured into them, and he didn't need anyone to remind him, he also knew that his eyes had that scarlet color again.

Looking up, there was someone staring blankly into his eyes, like a mirror, those scarlet eyes like his own reflected his last despair.

"Hmm..." Chu Guangliang, who was still in shock, didn't have time to look into the eyes of his commander, when he saw him groaning and fell to the ground, while Xing Cheng behind him trembled endlessly.

There was no sound at all.

It wasn't until the clear sound of swords and soldiers colliding in the distance that they were dying in the wind that Xing Sheng rushed forward to block Chu Guangliang, drew his long sword out of its sheath, and told him without looking back: "Take the commander to go, don't let anyone People come here."

Wang Xi looked awe-inspiring, and stepped forward with a slash, ignoring Chu Guangliang and Yijing on the other side, and instead went to fight with Cheng.

Meng Qian suddenly felt bad, although he didn't understand the reason, but he regretted not listening to Gan Yi's words.He had heard that the young master of the Marquis of Lingjun was not good at martial arts, and Wangxi would not be difficult to deal with, but seeing Wangxi's actions, he seemed to hesitate and went back, while Qiyue on the other side seemed to be moving slowly, and Changming also It seems to be thoughtful, and further delay may be disadvantageous.

However, Meng Qian knew that she should not take action lightly. If she was exposed, wouldn't it implicate Gan Yi?He thought for a while, took the dagger from his leg, sneaked a few steps in the forest, and threw it at Chu Guangliang.

Xing Cheng's expression changed, he jumped back, swiped his sword to open the dagger, and Wang Xi took the opportunity to slash down with the knife, Xing Cheng hurriedly took another step back, but a wound was torn from his left shoulder to his waist and abdomen , the blood spurted out immediately, and the fishy smell dissipated in all directions, making Chu Guangliang have to stop.

"Xing Sheng!"

"Take the army commander away!"

The fishy and sweet smell rushed straight into everyone's sense of smell, disturbing everyone's mood.

Chang Ming is not completely unaware of foreign objects. Since Yijing arrived, he has noticed that the puppet-like killer in front of him seems to have been slowly cut off the thread of involvement. Several times his force was not enough, leaving Chang Ming with a great opportunity. , but when the blade reached the fatal point, Chang Ming withdrew his hand—those scarlet eyes like Yijing seemed to speak of endless pain, but he also heard Yijing say that there is one person in the generation of ghosts, and Sifuluo There have never been ghosts in the three generations of the family.

What is the relationship between this person and Yijing?

Xing Sheng's wound seemed to be an inflection point.

Qiyue washed his eyes and was dazed and dazed, his murderous aura surged out, he swung his knife and slashed straight, the power was so powerful that it was about to tear the long inscription into thousands of pieces, Chu Guangliang, who was about to help the army commander to move on not far away, suddenly felt the pain in his stomach Feeling pain, looking back in doubt, Yijing had already woken up, his eyes were as scarlet and fierce as those two killers, he drew out his hand and stabbed it into Chu Guangliang's belly, pushed him indifferently, and looked at Chu Guang indifferently Liang fell to the ground, and then slowly raised the gun.

"Great Commander!"

Enduring the pain, Xing Cheng rushed forward and pushed Yi Jing away. At this time, his back was turned to Wang Xi, and seeing that he had to take another stab at him, unexpectedly, Yi Jing, who was disturbed by him just now, was not moved in the slightest. Ti □□ stabbed directly at Xing Sheng's heart.

It can be said that there are strong enemies in front and chasing soldiers behind. Xing Sheng was seriously injured just now. I am afraid that it is at the end of the crossbow. Chang Ming also ignored the many dangers. Back, and Xingcheng tried his best to jump, dodging Yijing's attack, and he himself fell to the ground. It was at this time that Wang Xi was able to stand firm, and the eyes of the two ghosts met.

It was only then that Xing Cheng realized that Yijing is not only disowned by his relatives, but also bloodthirsty. Those scarlet eyes are destined to be burned and stained with blood. Indifferent and secluded.

"Ah Liang!"

Chu Guangliang was seriously injured in the abdomen and was already unconscious. Chang Ming tried to rescue him several times but was entangled with Qiyue, and his focus was on Yijing who had completely lost his sanity.

"Concentrate on fighting the enemy!" Xing Sheng stood up staggeringly with his long sword as a support.

"But them!" Chang Ming was very anxious.

"Let them fight, they won't die for a while!" Xing Sheng said, and rushed to the place where Chu Guangliang fell to the ground, took out the wound medicine he carried with him to stop his bleeding, and then tore off the hem to bandage him simply. I don't know what Yijing is Intentionally or unintentionally, although the wound on Chu Guangliang's body was hideous, he managed to avoid the viscera, but if he didn't seek military doctors to come to treat him, he would lose too much blood and die sooner or later.

This must be done quickly.

Meng Qian hid behind the tree, watching these changes in panic. Before he could react, Xing Sheng had already picked up the remaining hemostatic wound medicine and sprinkled it on his wound indiscriminately. He took a deep breath.

As he expected, Xing Cheng stepped forward with his sword in hand, trying to persuade Kai Yijing and Wang Xi, even though they could not hear people's words, they could recognize the blade of a sword.Xing Sheng's sword is soft and steel, like flowing water in the mountains cutting off good trees, or like frost piercing through the clear sky in winter. The two fought several times and were separated by the blade without a trace, but they were always at the same time. When he raised his saber and spear to face each other, he held back his breath, as if there was no trace, three parties fought, two two confronted each other, his footsteps were careless, his wrists were flipped, and he beat the two big acupoints all over their bodies several times, finally barely restraining Yijing and Wangxi.

This young master of Ling Junhou was never a person who is good at using his left hand, but he has a set of weird and unpredictable swordsmanship - this kind of swordsmanship Meng Qian only saw two people can use.

Xing Cheng was already dizzy.

Chang Ming was not near or far from him, perhaps only a few steps away, but every step was extremely difficult.

Xing Cheng didn't know when he would be able to support himself, but the power of the ghosts was far beyond his imagination, for ordinary two people, they should have fallen to the ground and died by now, but the two people's movements were only a little stagnant.

Yijing's temples are gradually covered with white hair, and the face that was not angry and majestic is slowly aging in front of him. In just a few blinks, Yijing's face is covered with wrinkles. , It should be a day like a thousand years, but Yijing can't live for a thousand years, and it is difficult to last another day. In other words, Yijing is a person who should have died a long time ago. Then he will die forever.

Xing Cheng saw that only the sky was spinning around in front of him, and he looked down, the blood under his feet was stained with the yellow leaves of autumn, and the night was about to fall.

He heard someone shouting his name hoarsely in his ear, but he had no time to look back at who was remembering whom, and only had the last strength left to raise his sword again.

Even Chang Ming, who is blind, knows that no matter how hard Xing Cheng is to hold on, the mourning called death swallows him up again. He throws out the dagger with his backhand, delaying Qiyue for a moment, and he rushes forward regardless Yijing and Wang Xige opened, and suddenly he raised his eyes and saw Yijing's old face and those eyes that were still full of murderous intent, like a ghost, even if his body was annihilated and life and death were doomed, he would not give up his weapons , Listening to the tranquility of the wind.

A voice in his heart told him that after today, his time would stop forever.

After the autumn wind blew away the tears, her cheeks were very cold, but Yijing's scarlet eyes removed the blood, and there were no more tears.

Chang Ming heard the hurried footsteps behind him, maybe someone else raised the butcher's knife, Chu Guangliang was already unconscious, and Xing Sheng was dying, at that moment, his thought was just one sentence - there is nothing wrong with dying good.

With a movement of his wrist, Yijing raised his gun to stab straight, but Chang Ming didn't move. The tip of the gun passed his earlobe, causing a slight tingling pain, and finally reached Qiyue's blade.

Changming looked into Yijing's eyes full of hope, but couldn't find any warmth from the past.Yijing didn't think of anything and came to help, but it was instinct.

In an instant, the light of the sparks continued to flicker, everything before seemed like a nightmare, Yijing suddenly fell in front of his eyes, and Wang Xi also fell into a deep sleep, leaving Chang Ming who was still awake and Qi Yue with a dull expression.

"Qiyue."

"Brother?" Chang Ming exclaimed in a low voice.

The person who walked from the spark was Nangong Yuqi.

But Meng Qian in the woods saw that the situation was not good, so he fled away secretly.