Jianling

Chu Wanzhen turned her head inexplicably, and met Xiao Tongbei's dark eyes. She shuddered subconsciously, felt that she was losing face, and pouted, "What are you hitting? Who are you?"

She didn't know people from Jiang Hu yet, and she was used to loving the other party without giving her name. Although she had already seen Xiao Tongpei's extraordinary momentum, she still did not let go of her arrogance of the royal family.Xiao Tongbei ignored her at all, only looked at Meng Xing fixedly, and repeated: "Can we fight now?"

Meng Xing: "..."

Feng Lin folded her folding fan, stepped forward with a smile, just stood in front of Meng Xing, and said with a soft smile, "Hey, Young Xia Xiao, Ah Meng is indeed exhausted from the journey, why don't we talk about it until he has rested."

"When?" Xiao Tong's sad face was frosty, but he didn't turn his eyes to Feng Lin. He looked at Meng Xing. Child, I really don't want Xiao Tongbei to be so steadfast.

Chu Wanzhen had never been ignored like this before, and she felt a little anxious for a moment, and immediately stretched out her hand to pull Xiao Tongbei, but saw that he suddenly lost his figure, and when he reappeared, he was standing behind Meng Xing, holding his sword, and said in a cold voice, "You can't escape!" Lose."

"Aren't Pindao and brother Xiao no longer brothers?"

Xiao Tong felt unreasonable: "There is no Feng Meng at all."

Meng Xing had no choice but to wave his hand, as if he wanted to go back to the room, but just as he touched the door lock, Xiao Tongbei had already pressed his sword against his back, and said angrily, "Draw the sword."

"..." Meng Xing dragged Chu Wanzhen, who still wanted to attack Xiao Tongbei, to the side, and said helplessly, "At least let Pindao and Yuan Yuan say a few last words."

"You may not lose."

Meng Xing tilted his head, and said with a light smile, "Whether you win or not, I know that well."

"You draw your sword." Xiao Tong mourned that Guiyuan popped half an inch out of the sheath, and the cold light flashed fiercely, even his eyes seemed to be cold suddenly, and the murderous intent was fully revealed.Meng Xing raised his hand and lightly brushed off the hand that was on his shoulder, like picking up a flower, and said lightly: "Your heart is full of imaginary hatred, and the poor can't win."

"...Meng Wubei deserves to die." Xiao Tongbei said seriously, his expression was utterly indifferent, leaving only one party to kill, "You, deserve to die."

Meng Xing moved his lips, turned his eyes, and finally gave up on explaining, and said slowly: "My teacher once taught me to let go of love and hatred outside of the body, so that you can rise to the top. Shou Zhenjun doesn't learn the way, I think he never taught you These. How heavy is your Xiaohe sword?"

Xiao Tongbei froze for a moment, then said: "Qizhong."

Meng Xing nodded slightly, and threw the whisk behind him casually, Chu Wanzhen subconsciously reached out to catch it, Feng Lin saw his intention, and stepped forward immediately, but Meng Xing said lightly: "Brother Hate Wan, clear the scene. "

Feng Henwan, who seemed to be drunk at first, slowly got up, sat cross-legged, and asked with his chin on his hands, "Are you tired of working?"

Before he could finish his words, the Cong Liujian flew out, skimmed across the bluestone with a deep sword mark, and finally hit the ground straight in front of Feng Lin.

Meng Xing didn't answer, Feng Henwan said: "From now on, anyone who interferes with them will be killed without mercy."

Meng Xing finally pulled out Jushuang from his back. Actually, he seldom draws his sword, and he is more accustomed to using a dust whisk because his white clothes are stained with blood, and Shen Chongxuan is still young, so he can't wash them clean. You can let him wear other colors, Meng Xing also felt that he had treated him badly, so he didn't like to fight and kill, and he was even more tired of using knives and guns, encountering bloody disasters for no reason.

But when the Zhuoshuang sword is released, there is never a reason why there is no blood.

A sword is a sword.

Whether it's the opponent's blood or your own blood.

Although Feng Lin was forced to stop by Feng Henwan's sword, she suddenly said angrily: "Are you crazy!?"

The Zhuoshuang sword has very little wear and tear, it looks like new, the fringe of the sword is as red as the setting sun, but the body of the sword is as bright as the cold moon.The brilliance of the stars and the moon flowed from its body, dripping onto Meng Xing's sleeves, and the night wind just passed by, amidst the fluttering flowers on the sleeves, a lonely awe-inspiring aura bloomed.

"Brother Wang Xiao, please remember that the grievances between the teacher and the Shouzhenjun are originally written off." Meng Xing tilted his head slightly, smiling more than Qianli Chunyang, "So if I die under Brother Xiao's sword today, it will definitely not be for my teacher. Report that unwarranted old account."

"Brother Xie Xiao believed me in this battle. If Brother Xiao didn't exist in Fenglou of Mingzhou that day, I would be in danger."

Meng Xing paused for a moment, and cast his eyes towards the room where Zhong Xuan was, but quickly withdrew, and opened his thin lips again: "The way of the sword is blocked, mostly because of the hatred in Brother Xiao's heart. Let's fight hard. , there will naturally be a breakthrough.”

"What about your apprentice?" Xiao Tongbei said suddenly, "This one, that one."

Meng Xing paused, pretending to be distressed, and said: "There is no way, the poor can only pay back one life, why do they not have the ability to take my life?"

Before he finished speaking, his figure flew out, Xiao Tongbei had expected it a long time ago, he turned around to avoid the first sword, and the Guiyuan sword was coming towards him.

Daomen's swords emphasize the superior goodness like water, but the royal family's children believe that every detail must be investigated. Master Meng Xing has two sects. Usually, a sword pierces it with a bit of ruthlessness, but there is no shortage of indisputable peace. Gentle meaning.But this time, with his white clothes layered on top of each other like snow, the Jushuang sword rushed up suddenly, as if a new moon broke through the clouds, and the scorching sun chased away the smoke. Sadly raised his sword suddenly, just enough to block the blow - three feet later, Meng Xing's eyes seemed to be carved with ice.

While piercing the bone, there seemed to be a gathering of wind and thunder, condensing into a sharp and ruthless light.

There is no trace of Taoism's natural delicacy, Meng Xing just seems to be holding the world in his hands.

Xiao Tong felt sad.

The Guiyuan sword finally took off, turning into thousands of shadows, scattered and scattered.

He used the Xiaohe sword, intending to take lotus leaves to connect to the sky, it sounds delicate and delicate, gentle and smooth, but it is the murder sword used by Shou Zhenjun to kill famous heroes from all over the world.Because in his hands, the lotus leaf connects the sky, and grows to cover the sky. Shouzhenjun's arrogance and arrogance are well known in the world, and because of this, Xiao Tongbei won the first battle, and people called him—"Bi Wu Wu Wu" .

A small lotus is not a lotus, and a lotus leaf is not a leaf.

His Sevenfold Sword Dao has reached perfection, and his Dao Heart is also harmonious, but he is stuck at the bottleneck here, precisely because he has an irreversible flaw-hate.

But this is by no means to teach people to underestimate Bi Infinite.Although Xiao Tongbei is reticent, his arrogance in his heart is not inferior to that of Xiao Shuhua back then. His pride is concentrated on the Guiyuan sword, and every time he swipes it, he is a decisive attack with open and closed eyes. It seems like calligraphy and painting, free and easy , but even the sound of the breaking wind was like thunder rolling, the horse hissed, and the onlookers, like Chu Wanzhen and Cen Mu, who had low martial skills, couldn't help covering their ears, even the sparks splashed when the two swords struck sharply. Don't dare to get in the eyes.

"Will Master lose?"

When Chu Wanzhen asked this, she could feel her voice trembling slightly.

Feng Lin was silent for a moment, her hand on the Changli sword was also trembling, she turned her head to Feng Henwan and said, "Senior Feng, do you really want to just sit back and watch?"

Feng Henwan was still sitting cross-legged, without raising his eyelids, he said slowly: "I don't care, and it's your turn to talk?"

Of course he doesn't care.

Just like Meng Wubei and Xiao Shuhua back then, the two surnames of Meng and Xiao are clearly not related by blood, yet this battle must happen.

And he was an insignificant and unknown person during the Beishan Rebellion, and today he is just a spectator who can't get involved.

They fought fiercely with each other, but Meng Xing and Xiao Tongbei had gone through hundreds of bouts, and they finally separated temporarily.

Feng Lin took the opportunity to say: "Young Xia Xiao, have you thought about how Yuan Yuan should deal with herself after Ameng's death?"

Xiao Tong sadly tilted his head, held out a sword, and missed Meng Xing.Instead, it was Meng Xing who glanced back in his busy schedule, chuckled, and held a beautiful sword flower with Jushuangjian, and the two fought together again.

They are all people with high lightness skills, so naturally they will not be trapped in this square inch. They will go all out regardless of the outcome of a hundred rounds. Feng also cut deep sword marks on the mountain wall, the sound of gold and stone screaming was endless, and the flying dust even trapped the two of them in it.

The two statues of Yan Luo left the field, and the sound of swords gradually drifted away. Only then did Cen Mu hear the sound of someone knocking on the door—it turned out to be the room where Shen Zhongxuan was.

"...Brother Shen?"

Just now the fighting sound was so intense that almost no one could hear someone knocking on the door. Even if they heard it, they didn't have time to think about it. Only then did they hear the sound of the heavy banging on the door. That slap locked the door to death.

Feng Henwan's internal strength is profound and his hearing is excellent, so of course he would not miss it. At this moment, he seemed to have noticed Cen Mu's movement when he listened to the sound and argued his position, so he said coldly, "Come back."

Cen Mu hesitated for a moment: "But, brother Shen..."

"Get back." Feng Henwan's voice was as cold as the cold wind, "Meng Xing hasn't come back, no one is allowed to move that door."

But Chu Wanzhen turned her head abruptly, her eyes were slightly red, and she cursed angrily: "If you don't save my master, I want you all to be buried with him! Shi Lian—"

Cheng Zijian stepped forward and covered her mouth with his hand. Chu Wan was so angry that she bit down on his hand so hard that blood oozes. Cheng Zijian still looked calm: "Your Highness, Jianghu's The rules, no one can be an exception."

"It's his life."

Shi Lian bowed her head and proclaimed the Buddha's name, but it was the first time that Chu Wanzhen's order was not carried out.

Feng Lin clenched her fists, bloodstains appeared on his palms, but he also didn't cross the boundary drawn by Liujian - not even half a step.

Everything was silent, only the faintly audible roar in the distance, and the less and less knocking sound in the room.

After a long time, Chu Wan finally stopped crying and scolding.

She also realizes that her privilege has no place here.

No one can remember whether the fighting over there stopped first, or the movement on Shen Zhongxuan's side stopped first.

Until there was a sharp noise, several pieces of sawdust exploded.

Shen Zhongxuan's face was pale, and he was holding a crisp sword in his hand, which was still glowing coldly.

The door in front of him finally disappeared.

His figure was precarious, but he raised his head firmly, his eyes shining like stars in the sky.

"Where's Ah Xing?"

Feng Henwan said coolly: "They are destined to have this battle, why do you bother to make trouble for him?"

Shen Zhongxuan looked at Cen Mu, Cen Mu was still hesitant, but it was Chu Wanzhen who suddenly pointed in a direction, and tears came out of his eyes again: "Over there! Brother, over there!"

"..." Feng Henwan lowered his head and said no more.

Cheng Zijian suddenly raised his eyelids, stared fixedly at the sword in his hand, and said abruptly, "...dot, crisp?"

This time, it was Feng Lin who stopped him, and the Changli sword stopped at his neck without hiding the murderous intent, and stopped Cheng Zijian's hand that was about to draw the sword.

Shen Zhongxuan exerted a little force on his feet, touched a tree trunk, and was about to jump up the mountain wall, when Feng Henwan asked, "What are you trying to do?"

Zhong Xuan didn't answer.

Maybe it's because he promised to let him live.

The author has something to say: When I wrote this, I was wondering if Yuan Yuan had fully matured.From relying on his family, to relying on Meng Xing, to realizing that he could not rely on Meng Xing, and now trying to protect Meng Xing, it turned out to be only a few months.

Weeping with joy is that Yuan Yuan finally lost his horse, and Cheng Zijian is also a very strong and hard-working passerby (?).

5555 It is only now that I found out that I did not set a time limit for this chapter after I finished writing yesterday, so I posted it late, I am stupid.In addition, because I am busy with enrollment matters recently, I try to keep the daily update as much as possible, but it may not be at five o'clock.

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