small rivers and lakes

Su Yuhen swooped down from the top of the tree, seemingly light, but in reality he was ruthless. In the blink of an eye, he flew in front of everyone. His ten fingers protruded from his sleeves like claws, and his thin fingers were like sharp knives, and he grabbed them fiercely.

Chang Feng handsomely soars up.

Su Yuhen grabbed the horse's head with his palm, and only heard a long and tragic hiss, blood and flesh spurted out, and the fat and strong horse outside the Great Wall was torn apart in an instant, and blood rained down all over the sky.

There was a majestic howling of the sword, and Chang Fengjun's long sword was unsheathed, and the brilliance of the Huajing flying skyrocketed.

People couldn't help exclaiming: "Master Chang's Tomorrow Sword Technique is indeed extremely mysterious!"

According to legend, Mingri swordsmanship was realized by the master of Mingri Pavilion when he was riding a horse and watching flowers in Leyouyuan.

Tomorrow Pavilion is full of beautiful men, the owner of the pavilion, Chang Feng, is more handsome than Pan An, and the flying scenery of Huajing is even more famous sword. For a moment, it doesn't look like a life-and-death struggle, but dazzles people like a gorgeous sword dance.

"Haha, it's flashy." Su Yuhen sneered, jumping around, fighting faster and more courageously, his palm was like a sharp blade, and slapped him on the chest brazenly.

Chang Fengjun spat out a mouthful of thick blood, took a few steps back, and barely stabilized his figure.

"Father!" Chang Zixuan yelled in shock, and suddenly rushed up with his sword, shouting angrily, "Devil! I will fight with you!"

"Who are you?" Su Yuhen frowned, with disdain on his face, "Go away!"

Chang Zixuan said coldly: "Tomorrow Pavilion Chang Zixuan, I will fight you to the death today!" After finishing speaking, the streamer, stars and colorful sword light were shining, and stabbed at Su Yuhen.

Ding... With the crisp sound of weapons clashing, a dagger stretched out obliquely, blocking the way of Liuguang Xingcai.

Le Wuyou mocked: "You are not his opponent, Baba sent it up, do you think you died too slowly?"

"You!" Chang Zixuan swung his sword away from Zhihuang, and stabbed Su Yuhen with his sword.

"Looking for a dead end." Su Yuhen glanced slightly, with an evil smile on the corner of his lips, facing his sword wind, stretched out two fingers.

"One finger from Quantai!" Anji's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted, "Cousin, be careful!"

Seeing that Su Yuhen's skinny fingers were about to flick on the streamer, Chang Fengjun suddenly waved his hand: "Take them down!"

There was a sound of breaking wind, and arrows shot like rain.Su Yuhen turned over in the air, pushed his palms away, a huge wave of air surrounded his body, and arrows rained down one after another.

There was a roar of killing all around, and there was a scuffle. Su Yuhen's body was like fluttering catkins, and blood burst everywhere wherever the palm of his hand came.Chang Fengjun wiped off the blood on the corner of his lips, and jumped into the battle circle with his sword.

The sound of swords clashing could be heard endlessly, and the sword energy poured into the sky, rolling up fallen leaves all over the ground, flying like rain.Chang Fengjun's passionate voice came: "Catch Su Yuhen alive! Kill Le Wuyou on the spot!"

"What do you mean?" Zhong Yi was furious immediately, "Is my Ayou not as valuable as Su Yuhen?"

Le Wuyou chopped down an opponent with a sword, and said angrily: "It seems that Hall Master Zhong is not embarrassed enough, and has time to care about these nonsense."

"Just these little guys want to embarrass me?" Zhong Yi sneered, "Don't you know how good my martial arts are?"

No matter how good the martial arts are, they can't defeat the simplest crowd tactics, not to mention that Chang Fengjun brought the most valiant elites in Tomorrow Pavilion.

More than an hour passed in a blink of an eye, and there were corpses everywhere in the mountains and forests. Zhong Yi's white clothes were stained with blood, like fallen plum blossoms, and the three-foot water that looked like ice was covered with blood, and the blood was like waves. He leaned against Le Wuyou's back, panting heavily: "No, we can't continue fighting like this. A tiger can't stand up to a pack of wolves. He's killing our fighting spirit."

Le Wuyou had already exhausted his strength. He glanced at Chang Fengjun, who was full of sword intent, and said: "To capture the thief, first capture the king. If Chang Fengjun is killed, this mob will naturally fall and disperse."

"I'll do it." Su Yuhen's face was wiped with a hidden weapon, and there was a trace of blood oozing. He raised his hand and wiped it, put the blood-stained fingertips on his lips, stuck out his scarlet tongue, and slowly After licking it, suddenly violently, both palms rolled up the yellow leaves all over the ground, and tyrannically killed Chang Fengjun.

The ruthless palm was about to land on his chest, and suddenly there was a cry, and a black long sword flew towards Su Yuhen's wrist with the momentum of swallowing the sky and destroying the earth.

Su Yuhen raised his breath violently, and swung his palm away. The wind of the palm was like a tide, and the long sword was sent flying.

A white figure, like a white crane, jumped out of the stone room, catching the long sword with one hand, wearing a white-haired crane cloak, with a long body standing tall like a fairy.

"Sword Master Punishing Evil!" Chang Fengjun shouted, "Thank you for saving me!"

Xie Qing raised his sword slightly and pointed at Su Yuhen: "Ten years ago, the Heluo Villa was destroyed overnight. Did you do it?"

Su Yuhen landed steadily on the top of the tree, raised his head and took a sip of wine, glanced at him disdainfully, and mocked: "So what if you are? What if you are not? It's not your turn to do things. Point fingers!"

Before he finished speaking, his body swooped down suddenly, his fingers were like claws, and he blatantly grabbed Xie Qingwei.

Chang Fengjun said loudly: "This devil is handed over to the sword master! The old case back then was outrageous, and the sword master must capture this person alive and bring him back to the boss for strict interrogation!"

After finishing speaking, he jumped into the battle circle with his sword, and the tip of the sword pierced towards Le Wuyou.

It was dusk now, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the entire autumn mountain orange red. Zhong and Le had been fighting fiercely since early morning, and gradually showed signs of fatigue.

Seeing that a sword was about to pass through his chest, Zhong Yi suddenly got lucky, rushed over with all his strength, and hugged Le Wuyou.

The muffled sound of a sharp blade piercing into flesh exploded in his ears like thunder, Le Wuyou's eye sockets burst, and he lowered his head to see the blood-stained sword tip piercing Zhong Yi's chest.

Chang Fengjun sneered, without hesitation for a moment, he drew his sword sharply.

In an instant, blood spurted out into the sky.

"No..." Le Wuyou yelled in pain, Zhihuang suddenly burst into a cold light, the bright sword was covered with frost, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and fell into the ice cave.

Zhihuang rolled up huge waves, landslides and tsunamis, the waves were like snow, and the sword energy that splashed the sky smashed down like a wind.

"How...how is it possible? How could you have such skill?" Chang Fengjun was shocked, and raised his sword to block in front of him in vain, but the wind of the sword was unstoppable, and he could not avoid it.

"Father, be careful!" Chang Zixuan screamed, his body was like a baby swallow throwing himself into the forest, and he galloped away, standing beside Chang Fengjun with his chest out.

The sword rain was torrential, unstoppable, but Le Wuyou's eyes widened suddenly, he insisted on controlling the raging Zhihuang, and thrust himself on the ground in front of him.

There was a muffled thunder, and the ground suddenly exploded. The gushing air wave overturned the ground and rolled out. In an instant, gravel was sprayed out like rain.

Le Wuyou stood precariously in the gravel rain.

Zhong Yi gathered up his last strength, leaped up with his sword, hugged Le Wuyou, pressed him tightly in his arms, and the broken stone hit his back.

A trace of thick blood slowly overflowed from the corner of Le Wuyou's mouth.

For sword wielders, the sword has never been a servant at their command, but a close friend with the same heart. On the battlefield or in a fierce battle, swordsmen confront each other with swords, just like two close friends fighting side by side.

It was the time when Zhihuang's fighting spirit was raging, and Le Wuyou forcibly suppressed his sword intent, which was tantamount to committing suicide in front of battle. The sword energy backfired, and it would be easy for him to vomit blood. If anything, he might explode and die on the spot.

"Hahaha..." Chang Fengjun laughed three times, swung Chang Zixuan away, and stabbed at him with his sword, "Le Wuyou, let me kill you!"

A black sword shadow came obliquely, and hit his saber with a ding..., Xie Qingwei stood in front of Le Wuyou with his sword.

Chang Fengjun said coldly, "Sword Master Punishing Evil?"

"The past events have not yet been found out, Le Wuyou cannot die."

"Punishing Le Wuyou is the general order of the alliance, please get out of the way, Sword Master Punishing Evil!"

Xie Qingwei refused to give an inch, but his tone was cold but firm: "The truth is not yet known, please think twice."

He studied under the Taiqing Master of Kunlun Mountain, wielded the sword of killing evil, did not belong to any Jianghu organization, and had a detached status in the martial arts. Even An Guangsha, who had the most power in the martial arts, had to be polite.

However, Chang Fengjun has always acted arrogantly. Seeing this, he sneered twice: "Sword Master Zhu Xie insists on protecting Le Wuyou. Could it be that he has some hidden secrets?"

"There is no secret."

"No?" Chang Fengjun sarcastically said, "Ten years ago when he attacked Tianque Mountain by surprise, the sword master of Punishing Evil made great achievements in battle, but after that, he turned white all night. If he said that he had no secret relationship with Feng Manlou, wouldn't the whole martial arts world be regarded as fools?"

The most secret thing in his heart was torn apart, Xie Qingwei looked indifferent, as if he hadn't heard it at all, and said flatly: "There are no wronged souls under the sword of killing evil, and the poor will not allow anyone to be wronged."

"Haha, don't say it so righteously." Chang Fengjun raised his sword unceremoniously, pointing at the tip of his nose, "Ten years ago you said you would kill Le Wuyou, but now he is still alive, Xie Qingwei, Zhu Evil Sword Master? You are nothing but a joke!"

"You talk a lot of nonsense!" A arrogant voice cut in, Su Yu hated his body like fluttering catkins, and in an instant, he was in front of him, and slapped Chang Fengjun's face brazenly, "Pay for my son's life!"

Chang Fengjun was taken aback, he hastily raised his sword to resist, but he could barely save his life, he was caught by Su Yuhen's claw on his shoulder, only heard a crackling sound, his entire shoulder was scratched smash.

The excruciating pain made him roar, and he raised his arms and shouted: "Take down this monster for me!"

"Who dares to act recklessly!" Zhong Yi sneered coldly, and grabbed Anji's gate of life, three feet of water stained with blood lay across his neck, "Give me three horses and let us leave!"

"You!" Chang Fengjun cursed in pain and anger, "Despicable!"

"Intercepting, ambushing...Chang Pavilion Master, compared to you, you are more despicable." Le Wuyou's face was pale, but his face was full of sarcasm, and he smiled lazily, "We are just borrowing the life of the Young Alliance Master." Once you use it, if you leave safely, naturally it won't hurt him at all."

Beads of sweat oozed from Chang Fengjun's forehead. He didn't know whether it was from pain or anger. With his arrogant nature, he would not be threatened even if he died. Over half a century, only An Ji, the son, if he made a mistake in his own hands, even if he was a close friend, there would inevitably be estrangement.

"Uncle! Leave me alone!" Anji Lingran yelled, "The bastard Zhong Yi is not a bad guy, he won't kill me!"

"..." Zhong Yi paused, then laughed, "Thanks to the young leader's trust."

Anji suddenly sensed a hint of danger in his smile, and was taken aback: "Could it be that you...you will kill me?"

As soon as the words fell, a heart-piercing sound came from his thigh, and Anji suddenly raised his head and howled: "Ahhhhhh..."

"Le Wuyou! How dare you!" Chang Fengjun was furious.

"Is there anything I dare not do?" Le Wuyou smiled evilly, pulled Zhihuang out of Anji's thigh, lightly blew the blood on the blade, and stuck the sword between Anji's legs Swipe, and said with a smile, "Master Chang, if you delay for a while, I don't know where to stab my sword."

"Wait...wait..." Anji was surprised, "You...you..."

Le Wuyou exerted a little force on his wrist, and the sharp blade cut through his silk pants.

Anji's face turned pale in an instant.

"Stop!" Chang Fengjun stopped drinking, and gave in dejectedly, "Let go of Ji'er, I will let you leave safely."