small rivers and lakes

People who practice martial arts are all sharp-eyed, even though Le Wuyou's voice is very low, Xie Qingwei can still hear it easily, there is no wave in his cold eyes, and he said calmly: "Which one is immortal?"

The Sword Master of Punishing Evil is jealous of evil, and he is not afraid of death in his life, but only fears that he will die first, so he can't kill more evil people.

"Hehe," Le Wuyou sneered, "The Taoist priest regards death as home, which is admirable, but I don't know how under the Changjiuquan, he has the face to meet my stupid best friend?"

Xie Qingwei looked at the void in front of him, and said indifferently: "Chai Kaiyang was born in a famous family but he was in the company of Demon Valley, so death is not a pity."

"Hahaha death is not a pity?" Le Wuyou laughed sharply, "Death is not a pity... death is a pity... hahaha... This is the biggest joke I have ever heard! Xie Qingwei, let me open your chest to see Look, is there no heart inside?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhihuang let out a high-pitched Qingming, and the sword light was sharp, like a cloud breaking suddenly, and the sword pointed directly at Xie Qingwei's chest.

Ding... There was a crisp sound of metal and stone striking each other, Xie Qingwei moved his wrist, and the Xie Xie Sword swung away Zhihuang, turned from defense to attack, and slashed across.

Zhong Yi jumped forward, and the three feet of water in his palm came out of the sheath, blocking the murderous attack of Xie Xie. He raised his left hand, and the folding fan slid down in his palm.

Xie Qing flew up slightly, avoiding the folding fan, and a white crane in the air turned around, fluttering its feathers, and stabbing Le Wuyou with its sword.

Le Wuyou suddenly let out a howl of the sword, pinched the tactic with his left hand, and raised the dagger with his right hand.

Xuezhaoyunguangjue is like the sunlight reflecting the snow, the floating light jumping into gold, and the thunder and anger, unstoppable, a sword is swung, and suddenly there is a loud sword sound in the sword pavilion, and countless dust-covered here. Make a shrill cry.

Xie Qing was slightly startled, and wanted to draw back his sword to defend, but his sword moves were old and he couldn't dodge, so he had no choice but to go forward with his sword.Zhu Xie Sword's murderous aura is lingering, unyielding and unyielding. Knowing that the opponent's sword moves are powerful, he still greets him generously.

Two swords facing each other will surely kill you and me.

Suddenly a gust of swift wind pierced through the void, and ghostly voices came from my ears, like crying or laughing, treacherous and sinister, a gray shadow flew past like a ghost like a ghost, with a murderous aura engulfed in the soul hook, Violently hit Zhihuang Sword.

Le Wuyou's eyes widened suddenly.

There was only a loud cracking sound, the hooks and swords struck each other, and the internal force shot out.

Gui Xiao's clothes were all torn, a mouthful of blood spewed out, flew out obliquely, and fell heavily on the ground, his hunched figure moved twice, but he still couldn't get up, the surrounding fog suddenly thickened, covering his embarrassed figure.

Le Wuyou also hurriedly retreated a few steps, thrusting his sword into the ground abruptly, barely stabilizing his figure.

Zhong Yi rushed over and supported him: "How are you?"

Le Wuyou shook his head, just about to speak, suddenly his mouth was full of sweet and fishy, ​​and shocking blood slipped down from his lips soundlessly.

"Ayou!" Zhong Yi screamed, fingering like the wind, he tapped several big acupoints, and pressed his palm on his back, pouring in a steady stream of internal energy.

"It's okay." Le Wuyou stopped him, wiped off the blood on the corner of his lips, raised his eyes to look at Xie Qingwei, with a sneer on his face, "It's been ten years, and your martial arts haven't improved a bit, Sword Master Punishing Evil? It's ridiculous, ridiculous! "

Xie Qingwei turned a deaf ear, cast his gaze into the thick fog, and said indifferently, "Thank you, Ghost General, for saving me. What's the position of Wanguifen?"

Ghost Xiao's hoarse voice came from the thick fog: "Killing music without worry."

Xie Qingwei was surprised: "Why?"

"Take people's money without asking why."

Xie Qingwei looked at the thick fog, and there was a trace of absent-mindedness in his eyes, which was fleeting, and his eyes gradually darkened, looking at Le Wuyou: "You don't have much time to return to the rivers and lakes, why do you provoke a strong enemy?"

Le Wuyou lazily said: "From ten years ago to now, there have never been fewer people who wanted to kill me. Isn't your evil sword master one of them?"

"You acted as a minion for the tiger and helped the evildoer," Xie Qing said coldly, "If you don't kill, it's not enough to comfort the hundreds of dead souls in Heluo Villa."

"Hahaha..." Le Wuyou laughed sharply, "To this day, do you still think that it was the Abandoned Wind Valley that slaughtered Heluo Mountain Villa? Xie Qingwei, you hate evil like hatred and regard death as home, but why are you so naive and stupid?"

Xie Qing frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

"The meaning of this sentence is that you were used by someone back then," Zhong Yi said, "someone took advantage of your ignorance and straight temper to lure you to the Heavenly Que Mountain, to chop firewood with the sword to open the sun, and to kill Le Wuyou with the palm, and then Miefeng is everywhere."

Xie Qing paused for a moment, a trace of remorse slipped across his face, and he said in a low voice: "I never thought that Feng Manlou would openly abandon the righteous way of martial arts in order to protect you, and eventually he died."

"Righteous way?" Le Wuyou said proudly, "I have more than 170 disciples in Fengmanlou. Guixiong, there are many bones in the mountains, and there is not a single person who breaks his promise."

Xie Qingwei raised her head suddenly, and asked one after another: "You said you were wronged? How did you prove your innocence? Who wronged you? What did you do? What is your motive?"

Le Wuyou didn't even lift his eyelids, and said coldly: "Someone wronged me these days, and I need to prove my innocence first?"

"Not bad, not bad," Zhong Yi chimed in, pointing his folding fan at the tip of Xie Qingwei's nose, and said in a very unbeatable tone, "For example, I said that you Punishing Evil Sword Master is actually a broken sleeve, and you are willing to serve others, and you can't live without a man." broken sleeves..."

Xie Qing was slightly annoyed: "You!"

Zhong Yi raised her eyebrows: "You prove it for yourself."

Xie Qing was slightly angry, but suppressed it, his brows were slightly frowned, his thin lips were tightly closed, he was silent for a moment, and looked at Le Wuyou: "I will not pursue the matter of trespassing on the Jiange today, and I will investigate the past from tomorrow , if it is true as you said..." He looked down at the black blade of the Xiexie Sword, and said seriously, "I will return Feng Manlou's innocence, and then I will kill myself at the foot of Tianque Mountain to pay for the lives of all the heroes."

"No one cares about your life," Le Wuyou choked, "I came here this time only to get back the swords of my mother, teacher and friend, and those who are sensible should get out of the way quickly, otherwise, don't blame me, Zhihuang. There are no eyes under the sword."

"When I find out the truth, I will return all the Zhengyang Zhao gallbladders."

"Are you toasting and not eating fine wine?" Le Wuyou narrowed his eyes slightly, and said to Zhong Yi, "I'll stop him, you take the sword."

After finishing speaking, Zhihuang exploded with clear light all over the sky, and approached Xie Qingwei.

With a cry of sword, Zhu Xie unsheathed, Xie Qingwei refused to give an inch, and struck Zhong Yi with his sword.

Zhong Yi raised his hand, and the folding fan flew out.

As soon as the Xiexie sword stopped, Zhihuang immediately killed him, Le Wuyou said coldly: "Your opponent is me!"

Zhong Yi's footwork is exquisite, dusty under his feet, he is in the sword pavilion in an instant, the stone room is hewn in the deep mountain, surrounded by thousands of walls, hundreds of lamps and candles are beating, the light is like the sea, illuminating hundreds of small rooms carved on the stone wall.

He jumped up, flew up to the wall, and glanced at each sword room, only to see sun cover, water cut off, soul turning, hanging sword, startled salamander... Countless sword boxes were lying quietly on the sword racks.

Le Wuyou swung his sword away from Xie Qingwei's attack, raised his head, and shouted, "Hurry up!"

"I can't find it!" Zhong Yi kicked on the wall, his clothes fluttered, and he jumped gracefully to the opposite stone wall, his eyes were like lightning, scanning many sword boxes.

When he saw a red sandalwood sword box, his eyes lit up, he jumped over with his breath, and stretched out his right hand: "I found Dulu."

Xie Qingwei suddenly raised his eyes when he heard the words, made a false move with the long sword, and threw it out of his hand. The sword light was like a rainbow, and it quickly hit Zhong Yi's palm.

At the same time, there was a muffled sound of a sharp blade piercing into the flesh, Zhihuang stabbed hard into Xie Qingwei's shoulder, the cold air of the sword instantly sealed the wound, and a layer of hoarfrost covered his pale thin lips.

The silver crown on Xie Qingwei's head was loose, and a strand of white hair fell down. He looked at Le Wuyou indifferently: "Your skills have improved a lot."

"No one will stand still like you." Le Wuyou drew out his sword.

Xie Qing asked slightly: "Why didn't you kill me?"

Le Wuyou retracted his sword back to its sheath, and said calmly, "I will leave this life to you first, and wait for Feng Manlou to be redressed, and I will wait for your undead at the foot of Tianque Mountain."

"How is it possible?" A scream suddenly came from above.

Le Wuyou was surprised: "What's wrong?"

Zhong Yi looked at the empty sword case and said in surprise: "The sword case is empty, the Dulu sword is not there."

"What?" Le Wuyou flew up, glanced at the Dulu sword box, paused, jumped to the other sword rooms, found Zhengyang and Zhaodan, and found that they were all empty.

"Damn it!" He slapped the stone wall angrily, jumped to the other wall, opened four or five sword cases at random, but found that all the swords were lying quietly in the case, except Zhengyang Zhaodan and Dulu. disappeared.

Who transferred away the Three Swords of Fengmanlou?

A figure flew over like a white crane and snatched the Dulu sword box from Zhong Yi's hand.

Le Wuyou fell back to the ground with a gloomy face, glanced at Xie Qingwei who was holding on to the sword box tightly, and asked coldly, "You did it?"

Xie Qing looked down at the sword box in his palm slightly, his side face was as cold as ice, without a trace of expression, he said indifferently: "No."

Zhong Yi fell next to the two of them: "Someone guessed our purpose, took away the three swords in advance, and invited the evil sword master to wait for the rabbit, hoping to kill us here, but he never expected that your internal strength would suddenly increase , defeating the evil sword master... No, if it weren't for your great power, you would have died by now, and it is impossible to get the three swords, why bother to transfer the sword away, could the other party guess your martial arts?"

"No," Xie Qing said in a low voice, "the sword was taken away very early."

"what?"

Xie Qingwei's slender fingertips brushed over the sword box, flicking off a thick layer of dust: "Too much dust."

"Why did someone take the three swords early?" Zhong Yi said in amazement, "This Jiange is guarded by ten generals in the town hall. Wings fly, only the people in the League can take out the sword."

Le Wuyou frowned: "Mr. Meng? Why does Mr. Meng want my Fengmanlou sword?"

"Since the saber is not here, let's leave quickly," Zhong Yi grabbed Le Wuyou's sleeve, "There was such a big commotion here just now, if a large number of men and horses from the League Chief are attracted, it will be difficult to retreat .”

"En." Le Wuyou nodded.

The two of them flew away without looking back.

Suddenly, a murderous aura struck from behind, and the ghost owl who had been dormant for a long time suddenly exploded, and the soul-snatching hook struck Le Wuyou's back.

Zhong Yi turned around abruptly, and the horizontal sword blocked Le Wuyou behind him.

Seeing Xie Qingwei swinging his clothes and swiping his palm away, blocking Gui Xiao's attack, he said coldly, "Let them go!"

Gui Xiao was already at the end of his strength, he took a hard blow from him, and immediately flew obliquely, hitting the stone wall heavily, spewing out a mouthful of blood, and making a ghostly voice: "Kill... Le Wuyou."

"The old things have not been investigated yet, so I can't kill them for the time being."

"Kill... Le Wuyou." Gui Xiao chanted mechanically, he was wounded all over his body, lingering on his last breath, but as if he couldn't feel the pain, he flew up and killed him again.

Le Wuyou pushed Zhong Yi away, met the oncoming ghost owl, knocked him into the air with one palm, chased him up, pointed like lightning, and quickly landed on his big hole.

The ragged ghost immediately leaned against the wall and couldn't move.

"Ayou, you are too soft-hearted. Cutting the grass does not remove the root, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates. Let's finish him." Zhong Yi raised his sword and walked over, and slashed at him.

The wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Le Wuyou held his hand, and said calmly: "He's just a killer, he uses people's money to eliminate disasters for others, forget it."

"Huh?" Zhong Yi looked at him suspiciously.

"Wan Gui Tomb is very treacherous, it's better not to make enemies with them." Le Wuyou said, "Let's leave here quickly, don't make any troubles."

Suddenly there was a loud noise, and another stone door on the stone wall slowly opened, and a black crowd poured in, and an angry voice shouted: "You have trespassed on the sword pavilion, and you still want to leave? You are taking it for granted!"

Le Wuyou was taken aback, and turned her head quickly, only to see Chang Zixuan rushing into the stone room with his sword upright, his handsome face was covered with clouds, and the sword was full of brilliance, stabbing straight at Le Wuyou's face.