The whole world is my enemy

There were 25 bloody corpses on the ground.

They were like a gap, dividing Huanxisha and Chaomumen's disciples into two.Kong Ruoyu, who was wearing cassock and sitting on the futon, was reciting the rebirth mantra, and his shallow sigh seemed to be the helplessness of the Buddha for the chaos in the world.

Lin Buchong still didn't rush, he shrank behind the Chaomu Sect disciples, showing a pair of panicked eyes, this young man is as pitiful as his parents died at the beginning of the year, helpless in the world, it's a pity, it's a pity sigh.Gu Hanshan was holding the sword, his eyes were firm, and he was in a completely different state from Lin Buchong. Beside him was Ren Junshan, whose brows and eyes were filled with impatience.It was a cold and lonely spring, and it was a remote temple, but it suddenly ignited like a fire, and suddenly became gorgeous and lively.

Are there no monks in Nanhua Temple?They are all waiting, waiting for an opportunity.

The mountain wind suddenly became bitter, and the flying sand and rocks attracted the eyes.There was sword energy and sword intent in the wind, and no one moved, but there was already a fight in the dark.A bell rang through the sky above Nanhua Temple, smashing the silence to pieces, followed by a bloody, endless fight.His heart was desolate, even more desolate than the bare cliff. Chu Yunchao pulled the golden thread that was wrapped around his five fingers, squinted his eyes at Yan Ge, and said coldly: "I have already practiced the 'Gaotang Heart Sutra'. ', but your 'Forgetful Heart Sutra' is difficult to break through, can you still withstand the backlash of your skills? The meridians are reversed or broken inch by inch?" His eyes are sharper than a falcon, and he tells everything clearly.

"So what?" Yan Ge smiled sarcastically, brushing away Xiao Wangchen's extended hand, his beautiful eyes just staring coldly at Chu Yunmu, who had an unpredictable expression on his face.

"I'm not sure about killing you." Chu Yunchao sighed, his brows were furrowed and he said in embarrassment, "You have the owner of the Wangchen Pavilion by your side, maybe Qisha is still hiding in some corners, And there is only Yun Mu by my side, she is no match for you who is seriously injured. If the 'Three Heads and Six Arms' is still there, then everything will be solved, but it is a pity that they fell to death one by one in order to protect Yun Mu."

"The old 'Three Heads and Six Arms' will disappear, and the new 'Three Heads and Six Arms' will appear." Xiao Wangchen, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened his mouth, the expression hidden under the mask could not be seen clearly, but in his eyes was the same as Yan Ge's. Similar ridicule and disdain.

After hearing this, Chu Yunchao fell silent. He turned his head to look at Chu Yunmu who had a stiff face, took a deep breath, and replied, "Oh? Is that so? New? That's good too." A little gloom suddenly appeared in his eyes, he looked at Chu Yunmu, like looking at a flower that has been waiting for ten years, and someone who has been waiting for a hundred years.He dotes on his own younger sister, pities and even indulges this younger sister, far more than his wives and concubines, those women who have touched and loved her.This kind of strange gaze, let alone Chu Yunmu's creeps, even Yan Ge and the others found it very weird and absurd.

"You know?" It took almost all of Chu Yunmu's strength to say these three words, and they were squeezed out from those trembling teeth.

"Is there something I don't know?" Chu Yunchao's eyes were full of love and affection, and he stretched out his hand as if to grab that gorgeous, trembling flower. "I'm retreating, and the affairs of Chaomumen will be left to you to take care of. The three-headed and six-armed person is the one who protects you. If you die, you will die. You can cultivate your own, new confidants. You can even kill me , take my place." The voice was very soft, like a light wind passing over the cliff, but even a light wind could push a stone down the cliff.

Before confronting the enemy, there seemed to be a rift between the siblings.This is a play?Yan Ge looked at these two inexplicable people sarcastically, a strange smile curled up on the corner of his lips.Drums in the evening and bells in the morning, this Nanhua Temple usually does not rang the bells randomly, but at this time, the bells were ringing non-stop, and the very penetrating bell sounded like a lion's roar of a martial arts master, or it was more excessive than that.Did the sky fall apart?Is Lei Gong furious?But looking at the spring is bright and beautiful, and it is full of turmoil.My ears are going to be deafened, my heart is going to be shattered, I can't wait to raise my long sword and rush into that temple, killing the person who is still ringing the bell!

Who is ringing the bell?

What forces are there in Nanhua Temple?

Who is so bold as to strike the clock indiscriminately?

Even Kong Ruoyu, who was in samadhi, opened his lifeless eyes. In fact, he was only at the age of knowing his destiny, but he chose to grow old and die.He gave up being a Confucian scholar with a feather fan and a scarf. He can't be a young man with a short cap and a light shirt who beats Ma Jiangnan. He can only be a dying old monk, intimidating people with old age and death. Others who were eager to live stepped into the underworld before him.The eyeballs were spinning in the eye sockets, and the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes were like the wings of moths trembling. Kong Ruoyu narrowed his eyes into a thin slit, and he suddenly yelled loudly.

Clusters of fires broke out everywhere in Nanhua Temple, and the monks who hid in the fasting room poured out with a loud shout, they were not Shaolin stick monks, and naturally they were not using Shaolin stick techniques.They use swords, swords with pendant jade hanging on them. At this moment, they are no longer ordained monks, but modest Confucian scholars who have read poetry and books. The sword in their hands is only a symbol of status and a ritual vessel. Not the murderous creature.

Gu Hanshan's body was stained, and he found that Lin Buchong, who seemed timid and cowardly, was not easy to deal with.He didn't rush, he just pretended to be his wonderful lightness skill and the world's first-class concealed weapon technique, and took one life after another. He was still very scared. After pretending for a long time, he couldn't tell what was the truth. Maybe this fear was real. , who is not afraid of death?He, Lin Buchong, just exposed the fear in his heart, and the potential for resistance derived from fear and fear is unlimited.Gu Hanshan couldn't get close to Lin Buchong, and Ren Junshan beside him had already received the order to set fires in various parts of the temple. The firelight reflected his young and handsome face, and with a backhand swipe, a sword light was wiped out.

He knew that he had stepped into the sword array.

I don't know how many people will die, maybe if the leader is eliminated, those disciples who are still fighting hard will disperse?

The crying and screaming were still echoing in the temple, but the terrifying and shocking bells suddenly disappeared, like a cloud in the sky, suddenly blown away by the wind.

"Miss Yan, who do you think will win this time?" Chu Yunchao looked up at the sky with a relaxed attitude.

Yan Ge chuckled, and replied coldly: "The second time you lose, there will be a third, fourth, and fifth time!" Her eyes were darker than thick ink, and her complexion was whiter than paper.The golden thread wrapped between Chu Yunchao's five fingers broke inch by inch, and when he poured his inner strength, it turned into sharp gold needles one after another, sinking into the human body silently.Yan Ge's sleeves were blown by the wind, and the golden needles were thrown towards Chu Yunmu in one roll.There are also a few gold needles, which will sink into the center of the eyebrows, into the heart, and into several large acupuncture points on the body.Suddenly, there was a flash of sword light, as if a thin layer of frost had condensed on the needle, and it fell straight to the ground.

Xiao Wangchen drew his sword, and she took a step forward diagonally, blocking Yan Ge's front.

She had already believed Chu Yunchao's words, because she accidentally touched Yan Ge's finger, and she felt icy cold.

"The sun in Wushan, the obstruction of the high hills, morning clouds at dawn, rain at dusk. Morning and evening, under the balcony." Gaotang Yunmeng, this is very similar to a woman's swordsmanship.Chu Yunchao also drew his sword, but his sword didn't look like a sword, it seemed that countless golden threads gathered into a sword.With so many changes, Chu Yunchao holds a sword, as if holding the clouds in the sky, and he is the one who can manipulate the clouds.Ruo pine tree, Ruo Jiaoji, Ruo driving a horse, Qiu Xi is like the wind, Ruo Xi is like rain!

Gaotang Yunmeng is a dream that he is immersed in and unwilling to wake up from.King Xiang is dead, where is the goddess?

Everyone has his own dream in his heart, and the person who can't ask for it is like a goddess in Wushan.

What can break this cloud and rain dream?The chilling sword energy brought the bleakness of autumn and the frost of winter. This kind of cold seemed to freeze the vegetation in the world.But this is far from enough, what should be frozen is the cloud in the sky that day!Only by freezing them into lead blocks can the blurred dream be awakened.

The knife is cold, but the knife is sharp and hot.

The two swords are intertwined, and where did the light of the sword come from?

The floating clouds were frozen into heavy lead blocks by the very cold knife, dispelling the dream; while the bleakness and coldness condensed with frost were melted into water vapor by the sharp light of the knife, and dissipated in the wind.There are poems and songs in the knife, wind, flowers, snow and moon in the knife, gods and Buddhas in the knife, and monsters in the abyss. Inside a knife or a knife composed of countless knives, there is a world, a world created with all the love, hatred, and hatred. small world.

The fifth person finally appeared.

Guiyin was standing on the edge of the cliff a few steps away with the knife in her arms. She didn't look at Yan Ge, and her eyes would never fall on Chu Yunmu. She just lowered her head and looked at the knife in her hand. The mountain wind blew The hair covered the expression on her face, but she could still feel the two completely different breaths on her body, one was like ice and the other was like fire.She stood on the edge of the cliff, on the boundary between ice and fire, on the edge of love and hate.

No one can urge her to move forward, she can only choose a path by herself.

Blood flushed suddenly on Yan Ge's face, the words stuck in his throat, and sadness and unbearableness flashed across his eyes.Who should be angry?Who should be hated?She covered her lips with her hand, collecting the little blood in her palm.

Gu Hanshan is almost over, isn't it?Has the seven kills been set up?Those people from Lianyun Village should have broken into Nanhua Temple, right?Are these people considered hermit friends?What if, because of their deaths, the rift with hermitage deepened?Heartbroken, liver, gallbladder, and lung!A ray of light flashed across Yan Ge's eyes, it was the killing intent derived from sadness!

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