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Le Wuyou who died ten years ago!

Long Tianba's eyes widened, and his body trembled violently. The courtyard was brightly lit, and the bright lights illuminated the pain and panic on his face.

This is an extremely ugly man, with splayed eyebrows, hanging eyes, and upturned nostrils, with a big mouth like a catfish, and thick cheeks like a porcupine.

At this moment, he was staring at Zhong Yi in horror, his facial muscles were beating nervously, making his appearance even more hideous and ferocious.

He held the steel knife tightly, but his whole arm was trembling uncontrollably. After a while, he said hoarsely: "If you want revenge, you should go to Luoyang. Ling, I'm just a dog, I have to obey!"

Zhong Yi said indifferently: "You should know why I was looking for you."

"I do not know anything!"

Zhong Yi turned his head and smiled coldly. The smile quickly dissipated into the night, and he walked over slowly: "Then why are you pretending to be crazy?"

Long Tianba took a step back involuntarily.

Zhong Yi walked over step by step, looking at the man in front of him arrogantly and mockingly, as if looking at a corpse.

The old man Qinggu squatted in the shadow of the roof, narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw the hatred pouring into the sky in Zhong Yi's eyes as deep as a cold pool.

After so many days of acquaintance, it was the first time he saw such strong emotions in Zhong Yi's body.

The night wind was blowing, bringing Zhong Yi's cold and piercing voice.

"You were scared to see Ma Feisha dead, weren't you?"

"Did you know it's your turn next?"

"Did you ever think that you would be here today when you started killing people?"

Long Tianba retreated to the side of the corridor, with the carved and vermilion pillar behind him, there was no way he could retreat.

Zhong Yi slowly pulled out a dagger from his sleeve, the old man Qinggu's face suddenly turned pale, and saw the light from the lantern shining on the dagger, making the blade cold and cold, with three grooves of blood on the spine It is dark red, like streaks of blood flowing along the blade...

He stared at the dagger, his fingers dug into the rubble, his lips trembled, and he said a name silently: "Zhihuang..."

Long Tianba trembled all over, watching the opponent getting closer and closer, he yelled suddenly, swung his steel knife and slashed at him: "I will kill you!"

"Humph."

Long Tianba's sword is called "Batian Sword", which was obtained from the bottom of the East China Sea many years ago.His saber mage was taught by Le Qishu, the general leader of the Tianxia League, and he opened and closed like the wind, and the sword in his hand fell like a storm and a sea wave.

Over the years, he was able to get from being a cook back then to where he is now, thanks to his fierce swordsmanship.

But he's not just tough.

The old man Qinggu looked at the two wrestling with cold eyes, and found that Long Tianba's saber technique was rough but subtle, rough like a tiger descending a mountain, delicate like a rose at night, and his footwork was treacherous and eclectic.

Zhong Yi holds a fan in his left hand and a sword in his right, facing Long Tianba's attack without any hesitation, and his footwork is light and nimble, as if hiding the I Ching gossip.

The old man Qinggu frowned—these two martial arts are fierce and agile, but they seem to come from the same clan...

"This is not Tianque swordsmanship! You..." Long Tianba also noticed the strangeness of his swordsmanship, and said in a trembling voice, "You are not Le Wuyou!"

Zhong Yi smiled, the sword technique suddenly became violent, and the powerful sword energy pierced his face like a stormy sea.

Long Tianba was horrified, and he couldn't help taking a step back, but he had no way to retreat.

The dagger was in front of him in an instant.

Zhong Yi stopped abruptly, pointed his sword at his chest, and smiled: "Then who do you think I am?"

"You...it's impossible...impossible!" Long Tianba's eyes burst open, his face full of shock.

Zhong Yi's face sank like water, his voice lowered, and with a voice that only two people could hear, he said softly: "The seventh generation city lord Zhong Lijue is here to punish the rebels 28 years ago, Zhu Youwei, and put him to death!"

The old man Qinggu pricked up his ears, thinking what he was talking about?

With a bang, the Batian Knife fell down, Long Tianba's knees softened, and he knelt heavily in front of Zhong Yi, the old man Qinggu seemed to hear the sound of his knees being smashed.

Zhong Yi raised the sword horizontally, and there was a crisp sword sound, and the dagger suddenly burst into a cold light, and the six-edged frost quickly covered the sword.

The old man Qinggu stood up suddenly, and there was a sound of a sharp blade piercing into the flesh, the short sword pierced Long Tianba's chest, and as the frosty sword was slowly pulled out, the wound was covered with frost, not a single drop of blood flowed out .

"Ahhhhhhhh the Hall Master is dead..." A scream resounded through the night sky, and the entire Xiuchun Hall suddenly fell into chaos.

Zhong Yi calmly retracted the sword back to its sheath, raised her head, looked at the shadow on the roof, jumped, and landed gently on the side of the old man Qinggu, pulled off the mask on her face, revealing a very bright smile: "Senior, I Is it powerful?"

The old man Qinggu slowly twitched the corners of his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Excellent."

The smile on Zhong Yi's face froze: "Senior...you are not tall..."

The voice stopped abruptly, only to see the old man Qinggu suddenly make a move, his fingers clawed towards his face like sharp claws.

Zhong Yi didn't move at all, and let him tear her cheek, the pain was heart-piercing, but she still grinned with a playful smile: "Oh, it hurts, it hurts..."

"Why don't you hide?" Qing Gu old man asked coldly.

Zhong Yi pursed her lips, and said aggrievedly: "Beating is kissing, scolding is love, senior loves me."

The old man Qinggu stared at his eyes, but he saw a sea of ​​tenderness inside. He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed his face with both hands, and touched his cheeks and neck inch by inch with his fingertips.

Zhong Yi's face was twitching in pain, hissed air-conditioning, and said with a smile: "Senior, please respect yourself. Although this junior is beautiful, you can't just touch it casually... ah!"

The old man Qinggu got into his collar, grabbed the skirt of the shirt with both hands and pulled it down, revealing Zhong Yi's entire shoulders, his skin was whiter than snow, as bright as jade in the hazy night, his bones were tough, his texture was clear, his whole body was like a bright moon in the clear sky, floating The light leaps to gold, and the still shadow sinks to jade.

"There is no disguise..." The old man Qinggu touched his entire neck and chest carefully, and murmured, "Impossible..."

Zhong Yi replied shyly: "Senior, you have touched his fragrant shoulders and breasts, err..."

The old man Qinggu looked up, seeing his eyes full of excitement, he couldn't help grinding his back molars: "If you have the ability, don't rub your chest against my hands!"

"People are afraid that you won't enjoy touching it enough."

"You are too proactive, I don't like it." The old man Qinggu looked away, and pulled his clothes on him casually, his eyes were complicated.