small rivers and lakes

Su Yuhen's tricks were treacherous, like wind, thunder and rain, and the tip of the knife between his fingers slashed towards him, unstoppable.

"Ah!" Anji cried out in shock, his eyes widened and he held his breath. The throat is the most vulnerable part of a person, once it is cut by Su Yuhen, even if he has martial arts, he will be powerless.

I saw Long Yunteng calmly, facing the swiftly approaching blade, pinched the three mountain formula with his left hand, returned to defense flatly, and blocked it in front of his throat.

Sen Han's blade slammed on the palm of his flesh, as if hitting fine steel and black iron, making a crisp sound of metal and stone hitting each other.

"It's the Mountain Pulling Palm," Zhong Yi said in a low voice, "The Mountain Pulling Palm of Haitian Liancheng can lift mountains and lift tripods, making it invulnerable to swords and guns. This Long Yunteng has some real kung fu."

Le Wuyou couldn't help but praised: "Big Brother is extremely talented, he has penetrated the seventh stage of Cang Hai Jue ten years ago."

Hearing the appreciation in his words, Zhong Yi curled his lips and hummed maliciously: "So what, I heard that he is already 30 years old, but he hasn't married a wife yet."

Le Wuyou: "..."

"Pfft..." Jiubao spat out a mouthful of water, wiped the corners of his mouth, and whispered, "Is there something wrong with you, Hall Master? Whether he takes a wife or not is none of your business? Did you just marry a wife?"

Zhong Yi has plausible words: "When I am 30 years old, I must have a beautiful wife and son, and a happy family. I don't know how happy it is. Ah You, don't you think so?"

"Yes, yes, you are very happy." Le Wuyou had no words to him at all, and only hoped that this man could control his cheap mouth after marrying a beautiful wife, and stop talking nonsense.

But Zhong Yi refused to allow him to fulfill his wish, took a sip of wine, and said triumphantly: "I heard that Haitian Liancheng is rich and beautiful, but this Long Yunteng is a person who has no desires and no desires. He is really boring. .”

Le Wuyou glanced at him sideways, and was about to sneer at him when he heard a loud noise and turned his head away hastily.

I saw Long Yunteng blocked the throat-cutting knife with his left palm, swung his right palm, and hit Su Yuhen on the shoulder with the force of Mount Tai.Su Yuhen didn't notice it for a while, but actually received this palm, and immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood.

With thin fingers, he gently wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. Su Yuhen licked his fingertips and smiled slowly: "It's interesting."

He suddenly jumped forward, his hands were as fast as lightning, and he repeatedly slapped him.

Long Yunteng had exerted all his strength with his palm just now, but facing Su Yuhen's torrential attack, he had to retreat steadily. He was not in a hurry to parry for a while, but was slapped on his chest with a palm, and his tall body flew obliquely, viciously When it hit the broken window, the edge of the window was shattered and rotten wood splashed everywhere.

Su Yuhen chased after him, his bony body jumped out of the broken window with a bow, his fingers were like claws, and he grabbed Long Yunteng's chest.

Suddenly, a loud blare pierced the night sky, and Su Yuhen rolled in the air, dodging the flying crossbow arrows.

There seemed to be rolling thunder in the distance, a black carriage appeared from the night, eight horses outside the Great Wall pulling the carriage, dusty under their feet, galloping like lightning, and in a blink of an eye, the driver was a man in blue The scribe smiled from afar, "My lord, my subordinates are late, please forgive me."

Behind the carriage, a dark figure gradually appeared from the night, and the running horseshoes raised dust all over the sky, galloping from a distance like thunder.

Long Yun took a breath for a moment, turned over and jumped up, his body was like a giant eagle with wings spread, and rushed towards the carriage.

The thunder of horseshoes and the rolling of wheels, the scribe held a white feather fan, suddenly raised it high, and waved it down, only to hear the sound of blares resounding through the sky, and the overwhelming rain of arrows came.

"Sea and sky linking cities... Good! Good! Good!" Su Yuhen laughed three times, and suddenly jumped up on the ground, and his ethereal figure disappeared into the night like a light smoke.

Anji rushed out of the inn and shouted: "Don't let him escape!"

The noisy inn instantly returned to silence, and the three of them sat peacefully in a corner, next to a pile of mutilated corpses and a room full of blood, Zhong Yi drank a glass of wine, and looked at Le Wuyou.

Le Wuyou was looking out of the window in a daze through the broken window.

The carriage stopped in front of the inn, and the scribe in Tsing Yi sat on the carriage without moving, he cupped his hands and said to Chang Zixuan and Anji: "Wei has seen Young Master and Chang Young Master, both of you are frightened."

Chang Zixuan nodded, rushed to the side of the carriage anxiously, and opened the curtain: "How is the elder brother?"

Long Yunteng's deep voice came from the car: "No problem."

Anji said: "This place is not far from Luoyang, Brother Long, why don't you come with me to Meng Zong, and ask my mother to take a look."

"No need."

Anji wanted to say something more, but the scribe in Tsing Yi said with a smile: "There are many panaceas in Haitianlian City, please rest assured, two young masters."

"That's good." Anji stroked his chest in shock, "That devil's martial arts are very treacherous. Brother Long took his palm, so he must be careful to raise him."

Chang Zixuan said in a low voice: "Brother, what I told Feige to you last month was not a lie, Le Wuyou is still alive."

There was no sound from the carriage.

Chang Zixuan clenched his saber tightly, his handsome face was full of indignation, and he murmured, "...Brother?"

The scribe in Tsing Yi said with a smile: "Your Majesty, after receiving the letter from Young Master Chang, he immediately headed north. Fortunately, he caught up with the two of you here. Now that the situation in the world is changing, and the Demon Valley is revived, the most urgent task is to eradicate the Demon Valley. Young Master Le... If he is really still alive, how could the two of you not recognize each other based on the friendship you had with Young Master back then?"

His voice was as soft as spring water, but Chang Zixuan's face changed instantly when he heard it, hesitating for a moment, and said softly: "Mr. Wei means... the Le Wuyou who appeared at the banquet in white that night is not real? Impossible, I will never admit my mistake!"

Mr. Wei said: "Master Chang..."

"If he wasn't real, why didn't he hide when I stabbed him with a sword?" Chang Zixuan said angrily, "He clearly has a guilty conscience. We, he...why did he save Su Yuhen back then! It's really disgusting!"

A big rough hand stretched out from the carriage and locked Chang Zixuan's throat.

Anji screamed, "Brother Long, what are you doing?"

Long Yunteng squeezed Chang Zixuan's neck, and said in a low voice: "Worriless to do things, there are naturally reasons for him. You stabbed him with a sword, have you ever thought about the teachings of Aunt Le back then?"

"I..." Chang Zixuan's face was ashen, and he let him lock his life gate without any struggle. Under the autumn moon, his beautiful eyes were filled with hatred like the deep sea, and he said word by word, "He hid his life back then. When Su Yu hated it, did he ever think about Aunt Le's teaching?"

Long Yunteng let go of his hand: "Stupid!"

Chang Zixuan suddenly came back to life, panting heavily, clenched Liuguang Xingcai stubbornly, and said in a hateful voice: "If he died that year, it would be the best and cleanest. If he is still alive, I will kill him with my own hands." Cut off the sword, and pay for the blood of Fengmanlou 170's two lives!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and whistled, a variegated steed with gorgeous saddle and bridle came galloping from the backyard, Chang Zixuan flew on the horse and left in the dust.

"Hey... Cousin..." Anji yelled, turned his head and cupped his hands towards Long Yunteng's carriage, and said anxiously, "That...Brother Long, Mr. Wei, I'm leaving too... Hey, Cousin Brother, wait for me..."

After watching the two disappear into the night, Mr. Wei turned around with a calm expression, and whispered to the carriage: "My lord?"

Long Yunteng said: "He is back."

"Yes," Mr. Wei nodded and said with a smile, "Young Master Le relied on the Lord the most back then, and now that he is back in the world, I believe he will recognize the Lord soon, and he will not bear the pain of the Lord's unremitting pursuit for ten years. "

After a while, a low sigh came from the carriage: "No more trust."

"How could it be?" Mr. Wei said, "The lord has been brooding over the matter of closing the city gates for so many years, but with the intelligence of the young master, he must be able to guess that it was not the lord's intention, let alone anger the lord. ..."

"Let's go." Long Yunteng interrupted him, and said indifferently, "Look for a quiet place."

Although Mr. Wei doesn't know martial arts, he is very good at observing words and expressions. He keenly heard a trace of vanity in Long Yunteng's voice, and knew that he must have suffered serious internal injuries during the confrontation with Su Yuhen. Whip away.

The soldiers and horses of Haitian Liancheng were all well-trained, and dozens of horsemen and horses disappeared into the night without a sound.The autumn wind in the north is bleak and bleak, and a crescent moon looms under the wandering dark clouds.

After all the people had retreated, the innkeeper ran out of the back kitchen, looking at the room full of corpses and flesh, opened his mouth wide in fright, couldn't cry, and slumped on the ground trembling all over.

Zhong Yi took out a piece of silver and put it in his palm, and said softly: "The Tianxiameng is carrying out the task, and I hope the boss will be considerate."

"This... this..." The boss grabbed the silver, tremblingly stuffed it into his mouth, bit it hard, finally came back to his senses, clutched the silver tightly, and said in a trembling voice, "Jiang... there is something in Jianghu. I... I understand the rules of the rivers and lakes."

Zhong Yi laughed, and said to himself: "The two young masters of Tianxiameng and Mingri Pavilion took the order personally, led dozens of people to intercept and kill the big devil, but the whole army was wiped out, leaving only two bare-handed commanders who fled. I don’t know what kind of uproar this news will cause.”

After the three of them had a delicious dinner, they went upstairs belching, pushed open the door, Zhong Yi suddenly moved all over, hid Le Wuyou behind him, drew his sword across his chest, and said in a cold voice: "Who is coming?"

The windows in the room were wide open, and the hazy moonlight shone in. A bony figure sat on the window sill, with his limbs stretched out, but his slender neck proudly straightened out.

Le Wuyou said in surprise: "Monster, you are here."

The night wind blew up his messy hair, Su Yuhen glanced at them slowly, his body swayed suddenly, his head fell from the window sill, and a crossbow arrow was deeply inserted into his right shoulder.

The author has something to say: [Su Yuhen, died at the age of (beep...) years old] On the Naihe Bridge, Su Yuhen glared at Long Yunteng depressedly: "You are so cruel, you are so weak, how could you Say it and shoot it!"

Long Yunteng was expressionless: "I didn't shoot it."

"It's your subordinate!" Su Yuhen yelled, "Wait, who is that little Langhoof surnamed Wei? Didn't he say yes to CP? Why did another one pop up? He won't obey! No! No!"