small rivers and lakes

Suddenly there was the sound of horseshoes amidst the sound of clashing swords and swords, as if successive thunderstorms rolled down from the sky. People looked in astonishment and saw black horses covered in black, like black clouds pressing down on the city.

Eight fat and strong steeds outside the Great Wall came galloping from the wind and snow, their bodies were black and vigorous, with red hoof hair flying on their four hooves, as if they were ignited and came riding on the snow.

A panicked cry sounded: "Dragon King Bajun! It's Dragon King Bajun!"

Twenty-five years ago, Dragon King Bajun intercepted and killed Yan Wan, and met Chai Jingchen and Le Qishu in the Shanshen Temple to jointly resist, resulting in four deaths and four injuries. Hearing the news, he was frightened and fled.

In a blink of an eye, Ba Jun was already in front of him, the knight in black clothes and black armor, Zhang Ba's long spear with frost blade was terrifying, and with a shot from a distance, he had provoked a Ming Ri Pavilion disciple and thrown him out of the battle circle.

The horse rushed into the crowd and galloped. The knights swung their spears and slashed wantonly, breaking through the sword formations of Mingri Pavilion and Tianxiameng.

Madam Long dodged Zhong Yi's sword. From the corner of her eye, she saw a steed horse neighing and raising its front hooves. It was about to trample Chang Fengjun into a pulp. Suddenly, its eye sockets burst, and it flew over with a kick. He kicked heavily on the horse's belly, only to hear a shrill neigh, and the horse collapsed.

She landed steadily, her black sable fur fluttered in the wind and snow, she turned her head sharply: "Long Yunteng! How dare you be my enemy?"

"It's not against you, but to prevent you from making bigger mistakes." Long Yunteng said in a deep voice, waved his hand, pointed in her direction, and ordered, "Take her down!"

"Yes!" The four knights responded in unison, and immediately surrounded them with their horses.

Mrs. Long's hands were bloody and bloody, exposing the white bones, but she never wanted to be caught without a fight, her movements were swift and fierce, her legs were like long whips, and she resisted stubbornly.

The four knights jumped up from their horses and circled with them for a moment. Suddenly, their spears were thrust forward. The four spears were built on each other to form a mouth-shaped shackle, trapping them firmly in the shackle.

Madam Long struggled several times but couldn't break free, her black hair was flying, and she laughed wildly: "What can I do if I make a big mistake? In my life, I have lived in such a situation, what else do I care about?"

"You don't care about anything anymore, but others still care."

"So what?" Madam Long glared at him with crazy and vicious eyes, "I want everyone to experience such heart-piercing pain."

Long Yunteng frowned: "You are already crazy."

"Yes, I'm crazy, I've been crazy since 25 years ago!"

Suddenly there was a roar from the crowd, Long Yunteng suddenly turned his head, saw Le Wuyou knocking away several Tomorrow Pavilion disciples, his blood-splattered cheeks paled instantly, Zhong Yi staggered two steps away from him, A sleeve arrow sank into the chest, and the dark blue tail feathers trembled slightly.

Le Wuyou trembled: "How are you?"

"Small tricks, it's just tickling." Zhong Yi swung his sword away from the opponent in front of him, grabbed the sleeve arrow, pulled it out forcefully, and threw it with his backhand. A Mingri Pavilion disciple fell down in response, and the sleeve arrow was inserted into it exactly. on his throat.

Turning to face Le Wuyou and showing a smile: "You don't need to worry, you are still very strong as a husband."

Seeing that his expression was the same, Le Wuyou felt relieved, and cursed with a smile: "Whether you are strong or not is not up to you."

"Yes yes yes," Zhong Yi turned around, raised his sword and knocked an attacker away, spit out a mouthful of blood quickly, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, turned around, and said with a playful smile, "Madam, why don't you come to check it tonight? "

"I will tell you not to live but not to die!" Le Wuyou chopped down several people with his sword and laughed heartily.

The sky gradually darkened, the wind and snow raged more violently, corpses were strewn all over the field in Soseki Village, and the ground was full of corpses, but more disciples came up continuously, endlessly, killing them endlessly.

Long Yunteng said in a deep voice: "The enemy is outnumbered and we are outnumbered. The disparity is too great. You have to avoid the edge for a while."

Zhong Yi looked up, and saw Jiubao shuttled through the crowd with two swords in his hands, blood and flesh flew all over his hands, his hair was in a mess, and his green skirt was dyed red with blood, obviously he was at the end of his battle.

Gritting his teeth and nodding: "Withdraw!"

A thunderous sound of wheels came from a distance, and Mr. Wei tightened his hands on the reins, and drove a black carriage into the battle circle.

Long Yunteng grabbed Madam Long by the collar and threw her into the carriage.

"What are you going to do?" Madam Long struggled.

Long Yunteng quickly pointed at her acupuncture points, and said coldly, "I want to save your life!"

The galloping carriage made a sharp turn, and the wheels rolled out a deep hole in the snow. The heavy carriage knocked several Mingri Pavilion disciples into the air, and the horse spread its hooves and sped away.

Zhong Yi whistled, and a black horse with snow-white hooves came galloping. He got on the horse, rushed towards Le Wuyou, and stretched out his hand far away.

Le Wuyou beheaded a Mingri Pavilion disciple with his sword, turned around and held his palm, and flew on the horse. The two of them rode together, and the flying horse galloped away.

Le Wuyou turned her head and laughed loudly, "Mother-in-law, the wind is so tight, it's blowing!"

"Want to run? It's not that easy!" Chang Fengjun shouted, "Stop them!"

"You have to pass my level first!" Granny Hairpin shouted, and instead of retreating, she swung her dragon-headed crutches to fight a bloody path, and went straight to Chang Fengjun. Cracked inch by inch in the wind and snow, a bright sword light seemed to break through the sky suddenly, and the hairpin flower mother-in-law seemed to be holding the nine-day thunder, slashing down with the momentum of the thunder.

Chang Fengjun turned pale with astonishment after just one glance, and tried his best to rush back, avoiding behind everyone.

Hearing a scream, the three disciples standing in front of him were split into six pieces by Granny Hairpin's sword. In an instant, flesh and blood shot out.

"Zhaodan!" A hoarse terrified cry erupted, "That's Xuejian Zhaodan!"

Everyone was horrified, staring at the woman's gorgeous clothes, countless people screamed in unison: "Snow sword in red——Le Qishu!"

"Hahaha, you guys have some eyesight!" Grandma Hairpin laughed.

Le Wuyou's eyes widened suddenly, and when he looked back suddenly, he saw a red dress flying in the wind and snow. In an instant, tears rolled down his eyes.

"mother……"

"Boy, let mother come and break it for you again!" Le Qishu's snowy long sword is dazzling, like a river and sea, fierce and fierce, and he swung the sword brazenly, the majestic sword is like a rainbow piercing the sun, and thunder The brilliance flows.

Dozens of disciples were knocked out together.

There was a sound of hoofbeats behind him, and Jiubao came galloping on a green mule. Le Qishu retreated with a sword. Suddenly, his figure flashed and rushed into the crowd. Leap, and land behind Jiubao.

Everyone rode their horses and galloped wildly, rushing out of the bloody Soseki Village in an instant.

"Follow me!" Chang Fengjun soared up violently, his dark blue cloak was blown up by the gust of wind, like a huge goshawk, quickly projected onto a tall horse, his legs clamped, and the horse neighed , spread all four hooves, and chased him out.

Just as An Ji was about to chase after him, he suddenly stopped him with a hand, and turned around in surprise, "...Father?"

An Guangsha's face was as deep as water, his eyes were burning looking at Chang Fengjun's back, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't chase."

"Why?" Anji was taken aback, and said anxiously, "Without the help of Tianxiameng, uncle will definitely not be able to take them down!"

"That's right, he can't take it down." An Guangsha nodded.

Anji was full of suspicion: "Then why..."

Looking as far as the eye could see, An Guangsha saw a snowstorm, and the figures of Mingri Pavilion and others had gradually disappeared into the dark sky. He said with a gloomy face, "Don't chase after the poor."

Anji's heart skipped a beat for no reason: "Daddy means...in case something happens to uncle..."

"Then you are the master of tomorrow's pavilion." An Guangsha put his big hand on his head gently.

His palms were warm and pleasant, but Anji's whole body was stiff, bit by bit a bone-chilling chill seeped out from the crevices of his bones, and slowly spread to his limbs and bones. Looking at his father, he trembled: "You abandoned uncle?"

An Guangsha said in a low voice: "After this farce, there should be no difference between him being alive and dead."

"Why is there no difference?" Anji looked at him sadly, "That is a human life!"

"Human life? Hehe, human life is the least valuable."

The wind and snow blew on his face, and it was as cold as a knife. Anji's lips trembled, and he stared at his father sadly. It seemed that something collapsed deep inside his heart, and his internal organs were in a heart-piercing pain.

After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "Father, in my child's heart, you used to be a great hero who stands up to heaven and earth, awe-inspiring and righteous, donating money with righteousness, but today, you...you have dwarfed into the slush."

An Guangsha suddenly changed his face: "Nizi! Do you think I abandoned your uncle? He abandoned himself! As the leader of the world, I should put the overall situation first..."

Anji stubbornly turned around, took the rein, got on the horse, looked down at his father, and said in a low voice, "Everyone calls me the young leader, but I will never learn what you call the way of the leader." , I don’t want to learn any conspiracies and schemes, father, the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, it’s better to be happy with each other.”

After finishing speaking, he jerked his horse whip and said loudly: "The disciples of the Tianxiameng obey my orders, follow me, resolve the conflict, and return the martial arts to a prosperous and peaceful world!"

However, people looked at each other, looked at him, and turned to An Guangsha suspiciously. Seeing him standing still with his hands behind his back, they couldn't help hesitating.

An Guangxia smiled slightly: "Ji'er, martial arts is not as simple as you think. The prosperity of the world comes for profit, and the world's hustle and bustle all come for profit. These sects are attached to our Tianxia League, not for your so-called pleasure." Enmity."

Anji glanced at the crowd with scorching eyes, and said coldly, "What do you practice martial arts for?"

Most of the people present were adults, and there were many elders who were over half a century old. Naturally, they all knew why they were practicing martial arts. However, when asked so directly by this young man, they couldn't help but hesitate a bit.

A man said: "In order to become stronger, whoever bullies me, I will kill him!"

"Wrong!" Anji interrupted him, and said in a childish voice, "Killing is to not kill, martial arts is to not use martial arts, use martial arts to prevent violence, stop fighting as martial arts, people who practice martial arts should be righteous and be knights." , reward the good and punish the evil, you..." He gave everyone a cold look, and said arrogantly, "You are not worthy of martial arts!"

After speaking, he shook the whip vigorously, and the horse spread its hooves and rushed into the wind and snow.

There was a murmur among the crowd who stayed in place, and after a while, a young man suddenly said: "The leader of the young alliance is right, using force to stop violence and fighting is the weapon, knowing that Chang Fengjun and Le Qishu will surely have a fight It's a fierce battle, but I can't stand on the sidelines." Saying that, he used his lightness kung fu and followed Anji away.

Another person said: "The wind and rain don't change, the world is an alliance. Wasn't the first leader of the alliance to create the Tianxia League in order to build a peaceful rivers and lakes where people can live and work in peace?"

"That's right! I can't help but despise myself who is now chasing fame and fortune!"

"If you are not talented, I would like to go with the young leader!"

"There's more to come!"

Anji whipped his horse and followed the messy footprints in the snow in front of him, and suddenly heard a noisy voice from behind, he turned his head suddenly, and saw dozens of chasing tracks in the chaotic snow curtain. His figure gradually appeared, and the corners of his cold lips trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but smile.

Shushizhuang is outside Chang'an City, near Tongguan in the east and Qinling Mountains in the south, with high mountains and dangerous roads, deep valleys and steep cliffs.

Zhong Yi and the others galloped for more than a hundred miles, reined in the horse suddenly, the steed neighed, snorted and stopped, and saw a deep canyon lying in front of them.

The new wind blows across the canyon, making a sharp ghost cry, as if there are thousands of troops and horses, and it seems that there are hundreds of ghosts walking at night.

"What should I do?" Le Wuyou asked.

Zhong Yi glanced back, and after the gloomy wind and snow, there were murderous pursuers, and said in a deep voice, "Pass through here."

"This place is so tall that it is only for one person and one horse to pass through," Long Yunteng rode over, "Wuyou, you and Mr. Zhong are exploring the way ahead, and I will stay between Aunt Le."

Le Wuyou: "No..."

"Listen to elder brother," Long Yunteng interrupted him, pointing at the canyon with his horsewhip in his hand, "one man is in charge here, and no one is allowed to fly here. With elder brother's martial arts, no one of them will be able to fly through."

Le Qishu suddenly said: "Yun Teng, after you pass through, you only need to knock down the rocks with your palm to seal the canyon and keep all the pursuers out."

Long Yunteng nodded: "Yes."

"Don't waste any more time, let's go." Le Qishu flicked his fingers, and a strong wind hit the white-hoofed crow's buttocks. The horse neighed and rushed into the snowy canyon.

In the raging wind and snowstorm in the canyon, it was almost impossible to move an inch. The white-hoofed crow was shivering against the wind, Zhong Yi suddenly jumped up, with both palms out, a powerful palm wind was like a huge wave, rolling and rushing forward. The power of one palm actually reversed the gust of wind in the canyon, which took half a cup of tea.

The White-hoofed Crow spread its four hooves and galloped forward with Le Wuyou.

Chang Fengjun chased his horse to the canyon, and saw Long Yunteng reining in his horse from afar, turning around, and slowly pulling out a cold long knife, the blade buzzing and screaming in the wind and snow.

"Long Yunteng, Haitian Liancheng is in contact with Mingri Pavilion, and you help outsiders repeatedly, don't you think it makes people laugh?"

"It's really ridiculous to say this now," Long Yunteng said lightly, "You ruined my sister's life, and in the end, you even killed my nephew. Today, just leave your life behind. .”

Chang Fengjun laughed loudly, raised his finger to the Dragon King Bajun behind him, and said arrogantly: "I have more than a hundred disciples in Tomorrow Pavilion, but you only have eight, and you also have a Wei Qixi who can't martial arts, who will kill you?" It’s not certain to stay.”

Long Yunteng's blade flashed: "Then we will wait and see."

"Wait!"

With a sharp shout, a black figure suddenly rushed out of the carriage behind Long Yunteng. It was Mrs. Long who had broken through the acupoint. I have something to ask you."

Chang Fengjun asked indifferently: "What are you talking about?"

Madam Long stared into his eyes and asked word by word: "Do you really have a heart?"

Chang Fengjun frowned: "What do you want to say?"

"You cut him alive!" Madam Long let out a scream of pain, "That's your child, you cut him alive!"

There was a trace of pain in Chang Fengjun's eyes, he clenched his sword tightly, and said with hatred: "That's all Le Qishu's nonsense! She is full of nonsense to confuse the public, it is unbelievable!"

"No!" Madam Long pointed at the tip of his nose with bloody fingers, "You believe it in your heart, don't you? You believe it yourself too! My child was replaced by Le Qishu, and three thousand three hundred and thirty-three knife, and I actually raised the child of that bitch Yan Wan! You adulterers and whores! I deeply regret that I didn’t cut that bitch into pieces!"

Chang Fengjun was severely poked against Nilin, and said angrily: "What qualifications do you have to condemn me? Long Ling? Do you really love your child so much? No, you didn't! During the 25 years that Zixuan grew up, you Have you ever cared about him in the slightest? You have never looked down on me, even if I am in charge of Tomorrow Pavilion, in the martial arts world, one person is below one person and above ten thousand people, you still look down on me!"

"That's right!" Madam Long stared at him viciously, "I just look down on you, you are not even as good as an ant in my heart!"

"You poisonous woman!"

Madam Long suddenly got into trouble, jumped up suddenly, waved her bloody hands and grabbed his face, and shouted sharply: "My life is ruined, and I have nothing to love, Chang Fengjun, all of this was caused by you! Ruined my life! Go to hell!"

"Are you crazy?" Chang Fengjun didn't expect that she wanted to kill him so much, so he drew his sword hastily and went to meet him.

Qi Qi, a disciple of Tomorrow Pavilion, was shocked. He watched the two people's strokes and saw blood. He didn't know what to do. He saw that Mrs. Long was crazy, and her hands were seriously injured. skill.

Chang Fengjun didn't leave any room for his sword moves, the dark blue figure leaped and shuttled in the wind and snow, the sword light was cold, and the move took his life.

After thirty moves, Chang Fengjun uttered a sword cry, swung his left palm, and a palm wind hit Madam Long's shoulder, stopping her attack, Mo Lan's figure flashed, and the long sword touched her chest.

Madam Long froze suddenly, her eyes fixed on the sword tip on her chest.

"One day, one day, one hundred days of kindness, I don't want to kill you," Chang Fengjun said coldly, "From now on, the relationship between you and me as husband and wife is over, let's have nothing to do with each other."

"The two are irrelevant?" Madam Long's blood-stained, chapped lips trembled, and she raised her eyes to look into Chang Fengjun's eyes, "...the two are irrelevant?"

Her eyes were full of desolation, her face gradually became ferocious, and she said in a hoarse voice: "Having tortured each other for half a lifetime, now you actually say...the two have nothing to do with each other?"

"Chang Fengjun," she murmured in a hoarse voice, "You only have Yan Wan in your heart from the beginning to the end..."

Chang Fengjun said coldly: "Yes."

"That's why I never regretted killing her back then," Madam Long said in a soft and quick voice, staring fixedly at Chang Fengjun's indifferent eyes, and laughed as if she was extremely happy, "Killing her alone, can you call me a woman?" Wouldn't it be nice for you to suffer half your life!"

Chang Fengjun was furious: "You!"

"Quick! Quick!" Mrs. Long looked up to the sky and laughed, her voice was shrill and shrill, like howling a ghost.

"You poisonous woman!" Chang Fengjun roared, and instinctively threw the long sword forward in his palm.

The wild laughter suddenly stopped, Madam Long slowly lowered her head, and saw the long sword deeply pierced into her chest.

"Sister!" Long Yunteng's eyes widened in an instant, he roared, and galloped forward.

"Don't worry about me!" Mrs. Long waved her hand, stopping his pace.

Long Yunteng reined in his horse, frowned, and looked at her from a distance, his eyes fixed on the long sword tenderly. After a long while, he raised his bloody fingers and gently stroked the radiant and gorgeous sword, and murmured: "Hua Teng Feijing..."

Chang Fengjun's face was pale, and he stared at her in astonishment.

"I never thought that one day, I would die under Hua Ting Feijing's sword." A tear rolled from the corner of Madam Long's eyes, diluting the dry blood on her face. She raised her eyes and looked at Chang Fengjun, The corners of his lips curled up slowly, revealing a vicious smile.

"You..." Chang Fengjun felt a chill in his heart.

Madam Long suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a mournful and shrill cry. She suddenly mobilized her internal energy and burst out with crazy power. She jumped forward suddenly and inserted the flower collar Feijing deeply into her body.

Chang Fengjun turned pale with shock, involuntarily let go of the hand holding the sword, and staggered back a step.

However, Mrs. Long moved extremely fast, and the moment the long sword passed through his chest, a bloody hand slapped his chest hard.

Chang Fengjun spat out a mouthful of blood, and took three steps back to stabilize his figure.

Haitian Liancheng's Mountain Pulling Palm is infinitely powerful, capable of pulling mountains and seas, even under severe injuries, it still bleeds Chang Fengjun's internal organs with one palm.

Long Yunteng flew over, caught her falling body, and said sadly: "Sister, if you want to kill him, you only need to order, why bother to die with him?"

"I'm alive...it's meaningless...ahem...It's better to die," Madam Long moved her lips, her voice was almost inaudible, "It's a pity that I was hurt too badly...otherwise... I will definitely die." It's a pity...it's a pity..."

Chang Fengjun looked at her dying appearance, and said hoarsely, "You hate me so much..."

"I hate you!" Mrs. Long had exhausted her breath, but stared at him stubbornly, "I hate you...you are clearly in love with Yan Wan...but why did you marry me? I hate you... ...Obviously married to me, but still entangled with Yan Wan..."

"Fate tricks people."

"It's not good luck! It's a man-made disaster! If you want to equalize the beauty of others, I will prevent you from getting both!" Mrs. Long screamed hoarsely, "I despise you! Chang Fengjun, I will despise you all my life! Hahaha, I killed the woman you love the most, but you don't even dare to fart, hahaha...hahahaha..."

The stern laughter stopped abruptly, drifting away in the raging new wind, Chang Fengjun trembled all over, and raised his eyes to look.

I saw Long Yunteng's face was gloomy, half kneeling on the ground, hugging Mrs. Long's body, raised his right hand, and gently closed her dying eyes.

Chang Fengjun trembled: "She... is dead?"

"Yes, she is dead." Long Yunteng said calmly, put his sister on the ground, stood up, turned his head, looked at Chang Fengjun coldly, and said indifferently, "She wants to die with you until she dies. "

"She's crazy!"

"She was also a flamboyant, unrestrained woman who loved to laugh." Long Yunteng said, holding a long knife and pointing at the tip of his nose.

There were bloodstains on the corner of Chang Fengjun's lips, and the flying scene of the flower collar was still stuck in Madam Long's chest. He was unarmed, and he took a look at Long Yunteng's terrifying Shura-like face, and subconsciously took a step back.

Long Yunteng said: "I will give you ten moves. You can attack with a sword, or mount a horse and run away. After ten moves, I will take your life."

Chang Fengjun struggled in his heart for a moment, tried his best to jump up, jumped on the horse, pulled the rein, turned around and was about to run away, but suddenly reined in the horse, his eye sockets burst in an instant, and his breathing almost stopped.

The disciples of Mingri Pavilion followed his gaze and saw a figure walking from the wind and snow, and there was a soft whisper from the crowd: "Who is that?"

"It's so cold, why is he only wearing single clothes?"

"Is... is he human? How can he be so beautiful? Is he male or female? Human or demon?"

That thin figure walked slowly through the wind and snow, the veil on the veil was blown up by the wind, revealing his pale and thin chin, people could only see a slight smile on the corner of his lips, they couldn't see the whole picture clearly, but Inexplicably, there is a feeling of stunning talent and beauty.

Chang Fengjun stared at his figure, moved his lips, and said word by word: "Su, Yu, hate."