Master Xiao thinks about those years

"All disciples listen to the order! Prepare to fight!"

"Yes!"

Gu Changyan gave the order in a cold voice, all the disciples were full of spirits, the long swords in their hands vibrated passionately, and they were all excited that they could get rid of the monster Fu Nian.

Killing Fu Nian, they are killing harm in name.

He is the Misty Immortal who is admired by everyone.

Exciting and exciting.

But by chance, one of the Piao Miao immortals changed his face.

"Master! The person we killed was Fu Nian! Meng Huan is innocent because of Moqing."

At the very moment, Shu Yao, who hadn't made a sound for a long time, suddenly spoke.

Gu Changyan's expression was cold and cold: "They are allies of Fu Nian, so how can they... say they are innocent?"

"But those people..."

"Okay!" Gu Changyan interrupted displeased: "Don't forget your own identity! As a member of the upper class, don't you feel ashamed to intercede for the cult many times?"

"Furthermore..." Gu Changyan glanced at Shu Yao meaningfully: "The talisman in the cave...is your father-killer and enemy!"

The words were long and cold.

Shu Yao's face was dazed, and he was overwhelmed by the last sentence.

For a moment, he was silent, unable to speak a word.

Yan Chen saw the change in Shu Yao's expression, and felt remorse and guilt in his heart.

After all, it was Fu Nian's fault and the debt he owed, but Yan Chen heard it in his ears, and couldn't help feeling ashamed inside, as if he killed Shu Yao's father with his own hands.

"Today! I, Gu Changyan, will defend the way and eliminate demons. Anyone who wants to stand in his way will be...killed!"

The sword energy howled, and the wind swept across.

Gu Changyan's eagle eyes fixed on the hole in front of him, and his lips parted: "Go out!"

The voice fell, and the long sword came out.

Shu Yao trembled, like waking up from a dream, and raised his eyes in panic.

Several long swords appeared in the illusion, carrying fierce sword energy, raging forward in the strong wind.

The sharp blade approached the hole at the speed of light.

For a moment, Shu Yao's heart hung high, the long sword in his hand tightened, and he couldn't help but go forward to stop it.

"Shu Yao! Help me protect Meng Huan!"

There was a sudden clear sound, followed by the sound of countless long swords piercing into flesh and blood.

Shu Yao only had time to see Meng Huan pushed out of the hole with both hands, and then, the fast-moving long sword pierced into the body of a man in white with a clean face one by one.

The blade entered his body, and the blood soaked through the white clothes.

"Mo Qing!!"

With a tearing sound, Shu Yao heard Meng Huan shouting, and saw Meng Huan staggering towards the sword formation at the entrance of the cave.

The strong wind was still sweeping, but the long swords in the formation didn't stop at all, they kept hitting the cave continuously, as if they wanted to drive and kill all the living things in the cave.

His eyes trembled, he understood the meaning of "protect Meng Huan", threw away the spiritual weapon in his hand, rushed up, and tightly hugged Meng Huan who was about to rush towards the entrance of the cave.

"Go away!"

The wind howled, and outside the murderous formation, two teenagers, one blue and one white, fell into the mud.

"I'm fucking telling you to get the hell out of here!"

Meng Huan's hands were restrained by Shu Yao, his whole body erupted like a wild beast, his eyes were fixed on the front, on the man in white who was pierced by the long sword.

"Meng Huan...listen...to..."

With a trembling and weak voice, where is Yan Chen standing? Standing at the entrance of the cave, his whole body is almost crumbling.

The blade pierced into flesh and blood, and beautiful blood-colored flowers bloomed on his body.

These flowers fell into Meng Huan's eyes, which hurt his eyes and made his blood cold.

The familiar scene, reality and memory both haunt him, he seems to see his master die again.

Thirteen ice swords and countless sharp long swords.

"Do not……"

"Shu Yao, you fucking bastard, let me go!"

With a tearing roar, Meng Huan raised his fist and mercilessly hit the young man who imprisoned him in front of him. He was extremely desperate, and his behavior was rough and impermanent. Shu Yao couldn't beat Meng Huan, but at this moment, he exhausted his whole body strength.

He didn't argue or argue with Meng Huan.Just hold him, desperately... hold him.

Yan Chen's eyes were warm from beginning to end, and he wanted to comfort the boy in front of him.At the same time, the illusion in his hands continued, trying to block the hexagram and protect the runes in the cave.

"Stop! Gu Changyan, stop for me!"

Meng Huan was barking and roaring, he lost his usual gentle appearance, he was a crazy beast.

"Gu Changyan! Stop it!"

But Gu Changyan didn't bother to care about this beast at all, he stared coldly at the stubborn Yan Chen, without even looking at him.

"Today, get rid of demons and defend the way! Runes must die!"

"Offenders! All will be punished!"

…………

The majestic voice is inspiring.The rampage of the sword array was strengthened.

Suddenly, the barrier at the entrance of the cave was broken.

Tens of thousands of long swords rushed in, slashing with killing intent.At this moment, Yan Chen standing at the entrance of the cave turned into a leaf of duckweed.

Qing Jue's face was pale, cold sweat and blood soaked through his white clothes.

"Mo, Mo...Qing..."

Meng Huan fell to the spot with his mouth open, in a daze.

There was nothing left, his mind went blank.

The sword wind was rushing, Yan Chen's whole body was exhausted, and he was about to kneel down, his phoenix eyes were dull, and his eyelashes were drooping low, like frosted autumn leaves.

"Master?"

Suddenly, a trembling voice came from behind.

total darkness.

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When Fu Nian woke up, his whole body was in pain.

After opening it slowly for a long time, he sat up with his hands on the ground, and the first thing he saw was dozens of corpses lying in a pool of blood.

The dirty white clothes and the bright red blood are all disciples of Shangyu.

Fu Nian vaguely remembered that he broke into this forest of dead bodies by himself, but there were no such disciples of Shang Yu at that time, what happened?

He searched with both eyes and swept aside one by one.

Fu Nian saw Meng Huan sitting on the ground beside him, and Jiang Yexiu standing in awe.

Meng Huan's body was stained with dirt, Bi Po Sword fell into the mud beside him, his whole body was dirty.Jiang Yexiu's body was spotless, but his face was clearly covered with haze.

Not right.

Something is wrong with both of them.

Fu Niansi was drawing, and suddenly found that there was one person missing.

... Where is Mo Qing?

Why didn't you see him?Ran?

Fu Nian stood up from the ground, he didn't think of a reason, so he just didn't think about it.

"Hey, you two..."

Fu Nian spoke to the two people sitting and standing by the tree, his tone was always cold.But before he finished speaking, he saw a ball of blue suddenly get up from the ground and bump into his arms.

Fu Nian was almost staggered to the ground by this blow, barely stood still, and saw clearly that the person who threw himself into his arms was Meng Huan.

"What's wrong with you, get out of here!"

As soon as Fu Nian's face turned dark, he was about to throw him out.Is Meng Huan crazy?To throw herself into his arms?

He scorned and flung him in his heart, but Meng Huan hugged him tightly and wouldn't let go.For a long time, Fu Nian grabbed his neck and forced him to raise his head, and was about to swear angrily, when he suddenly touched a tear-stained face.

He was stunned.

Meng Huan, who was holding him, was crying, tears streaming down his face.

Meng Huan...how could he be crying?

Fu Nian's chest was a little blocked, his throat was throbbing, and he wanted to ask something.

Suddenly, the tearful man opened his mouth

"Brother, he's dead..."

Weeping low, with sadness in his mouth.

Fu Nian only saw Meng Huan's appearance when their master died.For him, only the death of his master deserves such mourning.So who is this "he" in Meng Huan's mouth?

No matter who it is, Fu Nian feels that there is no need to be so sad.

So he was dazed for a while, and he comforted him with some jokes: "Who died and cried so futilely, could it be that mad dog?"

Meng Huan was still crying, the tears broke and dripped down, dripping on the dirty blue clothes.

"he died……"

"Moqing, he... is dead..."

The intermittent words, the smile on the corner of Fu Nian's mouth froze.

"You said...who died?"

Meng Huan's voice trembled too much, and Fu Nian felt that he didn't hear clearly.

"It's Mo Qing, Mo Qing is dead!"

Holding the talisman, Meng Huan cried, his voice was loud and clear to his ears, and there was no chance for anyone to hear it clearly.

When Fu Nian heard it, there was no change on his face, he was stunned, and opened his eyes dully, as if he was digesting Meng Huan's words.

"Brother...he's dead..."

"what to do……"

The intermittent cries were right next to his ears, but Fu Nian couldn't hear them, his hands slowly dropped, and Meng Huan was still crying in his arms.

Mo Qing... is dead?

he died?

How could he die?

why?

Fu Nian pondered for a long time in his mind, still feeling weird.

He felt that Meng Huan was lying.

How could Mo Qing die?He didn't die after torturing him like that before, but now, how could he die?

Thinking like this, Fu Nian became more and more determined, but when he lowered his head and touched Meng Huan's face full of tears, this firmness lost its support.

"He... is really dead?"

After a long time, like verification, Fu Nian spoke again.

Meng Huan was crying, but he didn't answer, he couldn't make a sound.

It's okay to not answer.

But Jiang Yexiu's cold and stern voice sounded from the side

"My lord, didn't you want to kill him a long time ago? What, you still don't believe him now that he's dead?"

The clear and clear voice of ridicule is the verification of Fu Nian's intention.

Do you believe it?

he died.

Mo Qing died.

Fu Nian's eyes flickered, and his dense long eyelashes drooped, covering his dazed eyes.After a long time, he pushed Meng Huan away and looked at Jiang Yexiu.

"How did you die?"

There was no wave in the gentle voice, and there was even a smile on the corner of Fu Nian's mouth.

"It was killed by the rest of the people, the six-pointed star array, ten thousand swords piercing the heart."

When Jiang Yexiu opened his mouth, his words were sparse and cold, without any temperature.

Hexagram?

Ten thousand arrows piercing the heart?

Fu Nian thought for a while, thinking about the expression on Moqing's clean face when ten thousand arrows pierced her heart.Should it be painful?Will his phoenix eyes be stained with bright red?

The faint water pink, exactly the same as every time he kissed him forcefully?

Fu Nian thought about that pretty face and his thin body, and suddenly wanted to see him urgently.

"Where's his... dead body?"

With a hoarse voice, Fu Nian asked slowly.

Jiang Yexiu slowly raised his eyes, smiled, and met the empty peach blossom eyes of Shangfu Nian: "Up to Yushan and down to the gate of the exposed corpse"