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Song Qianji did not bring the Xueren knife tonight.

All the monks in the cave are convinced enough of "Song Xun", it doesn't matter whether he has a powerful knife in his hand, or whether he is a friend recognized by Ziye Manjusri.

Before entering the battle, he deliberately returned the knife to Ziye Wenshu: "I may kill someone tonight."

Ziye Manjusri looked at him strangely, as if asking why he returned the knife when he wanted to kill someone.

Song Qian has a lot of good things on his fuselage, but he has never heard that he has a natal magic weapon.

A killer weapon that is really in your hand and can fight for life and death with others.

Song Qianji said: "This matter has nothing to do with you, I don't want to use your knife."

Ziye Manjusri said coldly: "If you don't use a snow blade, what do you use?"

"I also brought a sword myself." Song Qianji knew his good intentions and was not bothered, "This sword is as deadly as the Xueren Dao."

The murder sword shouldn't be easily shown to others.

But in order to show that he does have a handy magic weapon, so that the other party does not have to worry, he summoned the thin sword from the storage bag, slowly pulled it out three inches, and showed it to Ziye Manjusri.

Unsheathing is silent, the blade is thin and narrow, presenting an almost transparent crystal texture, no one can be seen, only the cold ice on the four walls.

The blade of the sword is sharp, and the murderous aura is awe-inspiring. If you want to stab out with a sword, it will be invisible and invisible, and there is absolutely no room for turning around.

Ziye Manjusri, who is used to seeing high-level magical weapons, couldn't help but brighten his eyes, and praised: "Good sword!"

Song Qianji smiled in satisfaction, put his sword back into its sheath.If Xian Jianchen didn't have this family background, all these years would be in vain.

But Ziye Manjusri changed the subject: "This is not your sword."

His tone was firm.

Song Qianji was slightly dissatisfied: "You haven't seen my sword, how do you know I'm not worthy of this sword?"

Ziye Wenshu shook his head: "This kind of killing sword is not worthy of you."

Song Qianji's sword should be upright and upright, it can be retracted and released freely, it can not only kill people, but also save people.

Song Qianji smiled helplessly, and tapped the scabbard lightly: "You think highly of me. But now I am just like it, just a tool in other people's hands that can kill people."

The people who were killed waited for work at leisure, and arranged and waited step by step.The murderer has to chase after thousands of mountains and rivers, even if he knows there are traps, he can't shrink back.

If it weren't for Ziye Manjusri and his party, this would be a hard and boring job.

Ziye Manjusri raised his brows slightly when he heard him say "someone else", "It's that person."

He looked towards the top of the cave, as if he wanted to see the high sky through the ice wall.

Song Qianji was stunned, and laughed: "You guess right, you are so smart, I thought you would train your brain to be stupid by practicing that kung fu."

Otherwise, why do you always put yourself in danger and get injured all over your body.

Ziye Manjusri corrected him solemnly: "The 'Bingpo Mind Method' wears away the practitioner's emotions and desires, and does not damage the mind."

It's not hard to guess.When Song Qianji was in Huawei Sect, no one would give him face. If he didn't go to Ziyun Temple, he wouldn't go to Qingya.Because he has one of the biggest backers.

There is no one in the world who can invite him to kill, only Xian Jianchen is left.

Song Qianji said in his heart, it's a pity that this exercise has made you, but also hurt you.

There is a price for everything that can be obtained. No matter how powerful a monk is, his life will be as dangerous as it is.

Because Qingya needs a majestic and just statue of the town courtyard, Ziye Manjusri trained himself into a cold and ruthless knife.

Sometimes it is difficult for him to understand the subtle and complicated emotions of people. The more people dare not approach him, the less he gets along with others, the harder it is for him to empathize with ordinary people.

Until Song Qianji began to write to him, describing the trivialities in the fields enthusiastically and earnestly, and brought him back to the world.

Song Qianji smiled and said: "Then help me think about something. Jingmei also knows how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. She encountered a hard nail here and suffered heavy casualties, but she still refused to leave. She attacked every night and summoned her fellow clansmen. Come together. It’s not that there are no other monks in the secret realm, why are you staring at us? Is it because you and I are more delicious and more appetizing to them?”

"Because I have fears and plans." Ziye Wenju said.

"That's right, the spirits dare not enter the cave, perhaps because there are things they fear in the depths of the cave, and we have what they want in our hands. We are also afraid that we know what they want and use it to restrain them, so we can only force it Hit it on the scalp."

Tonight in the previous life, when Manjusri and Song Qianji were resisting the spirits in the middle of the night, there was an earthquake, the ice cave seemed to be collapsing, and the monks in the cave slammed like headless chickens.

Midnight Manjusri tried to lead the team to break out, and suffered heavy casualties. Seeing that the situation was not right, Song Qianji called the surviving monks to run deeper into the cave instead.

A group of people broke into the underground palace along the passageway shaken by the earthquake, and temporarily escaped from the shadow of death.

As for why Jingmei followed them in the first place, no one cared.

There are countless secrets in the secret realm, not every secret has an answer, and not everyone is destined to solve the mystery.

Song Qianji was certain that since Wuxiang's avatar could hide here calmly, there must be a plan.

Something worthy of his plan must be a big one, and it must be worthy of all the spirits in the secret realm.

Song Qianji couldn't say he was reborn, but he didn't bother to make up other reasons: "I can do divination until the earth shakes tonight. A passage leading to the underground palace opens deep in the cave. You lead people along the cracked ice. Believe it or not, you can escape from the sky all the way down the road."

Ziye Wenju retorted with certainty: "You don't know how to do divination."

"Apart from the first sentence, don't you believe anything else?!" Song Qianji couldn't prove what didn't happen, and needed the cooperation of the other party.

"Letter." Ziye Wenju said: "There are changes tonight, so the person you want to kill may appear?"

Song Qianji patted his legs happily: "Ziye, it's so easy to chat with you."

It turns out he was too happy too soon.

At this time, the ice surface trembled, the ice cone fell, Jingmei seemed to be stimulated, and launched a violent attack.

Song Qianji drew his sword and said loudly: "Everyone run to the cave, I will break the back."

Suddenly a black shadow flashed past, and another white light struck with biting cold.

Jingmei, who was less than three feet away from the front of Song Qian's fuselage, was split in two.

The Xueren knife was unsheathed first, and Ziye Manjusri arrived.

Song Qianji was annoyed and helpless, and said via voice transmission: "I thought we had already agreed that once the ground shakes, you will take people into the underground palace. I will block these things outside the cave, and I will arrive later."

"I didn't agree." Ziye Wenshu said, "They will listen to you, and I don't need to take them."

He glanced at Song Qianji's sword, meaning that you are the only one, how can you stop the mad spirit.

Song Qianji looked at his wound at the same time, meaning that your injury is still not healed, and I am better than you.

After a short period of panic, the monks habitually obeyed Song Qianji's arrangement, and sacrificed magic weapons one after another to open the way, and ran deep into the cave.

There is really no need for Ziye Manjusri to lead the team.

Only Xianyinmen has branches.

"Where is Song Xun? Why did he want to die?" Miao Yan's face was pale.

"This is his business." Liao Hua pulled Miao Yan who was in a daze, "Senior sister, hurry up and leave, what are you waiting for?"

The ground shook and the mountains shook, and the ice cones fell like a torrent of rain, making a deafening buzzing echo.

Miao Yan couldn't hear anything clearly, just thought that if Song Xun and Song Xun were separated at this time due to chaos, and the two of them hadn't left a token yet, the sea of ​​people was vast, life and death were boundless, where would they find it?

Even if he wanted to look for it, he couldn't find a non-existent Yinxiu named He Yun.

And I may never see him again, nor hear him play the flute.She still had a lot of words to say, and many unfinished pieces that she didn't play for the other party.

Miao Yan was pushed forward by the crowd, Mu Xia took her arm and urged her to hurry up.

"No!" Miao Yan shook off that hand, and suddenly said loudly, "I practiced once, and I want to see the real moon!"

She turned around and ran towards the entrance of the cave against the turbulent crowd.

"Song Xun!" Miao Yan shouted.

Song Xun was swinging his sword, and the light of the sword was like rain.

Her ordinary face seemed to be covered with moonlight, and she could no longer see other people in her eyes.

"Miss He, why are you..." Song Qianji was startled.

"I'll take you away!" Miao Yan grabbed Song Xun's left hand that was not holding the sword, like a drowning person desperately grabbing a piece of driftwood, thinking that he could catch the moon in the water.

She stuffed a jade comb into Song Xun's hand, and said in a hurry: "This is the treasured cross-section comb of Immortal Sounds. It can open a space channel for a moment, and help two people reach thousands of miles away. There is only one chance, and it will be discarded after use." !"

She wanted to say that let's leave here, regardless of who Wang Shu Jiangyun will be the head of, Song Wang Weiwang who will be the king, no matter how chaotic the world is, we will go to the ends of the earth, hide our names, and spend our lives playing the piano and flute.

Ziye Manjusri raised his eyebrows slightly, as if puzzled.

Song Qianji hastily withdrew his hand: "Miss He, you, were you hit on the back of the head by a falling ice pick just now?"

Otherwise, how can you talk nonsense.How can there be such a treasure in Xianyinmen, and Miaoyan has never heard of it in the previous life.Even if there is, how can it be in the hands of an ordinary disciple.

Taking a step back, we know each other but are not familiar with each other, so where can we go.

Miao Yan looked at Shang Song Xun with astonished eyes, as if someone had poured cold water on his head, and remained motionless.

If someone hadn't pulled her, she would have been injured by the falling ice pick.

"Senior Sister!" Mu Xia and the others chased after her, their faces pale and anxious.

They didn't call He Yun, but called Senior Sister one after another, with a very familiar tone, just like calling her "Senior Sister Miaoyan".

Miao Yan glanced at the same door, the madness in her eyes faded away, she silently retracted the horizontal comb, and said in a difficult voice, "I was in a panic and lost my mind for a while, I'm laughing at you."

She is not He Yun, she is Wang Shu's meticulously trained apprentice, the future heir of Xianyin Sect.

Song Qianji swung the sword with one hand, and gently pushed the person back with the other. He didn't have time to pay more attention to her strangeness:

"This place is dangerous, leave quickly!"

"I won't go." Miao Yan took out a protective magic weapon, shaped like a flower umbrella to block falling ice, "I'll stay and help you."

Mu Xia said anxiously: "If Senior Sister doesn't leave, how can we leave?"

The others looked back after hearing the sound, with complicated emotions.

In the past few days, everyone has fought side by side, helping each other and benefiting each other.In a critical moment, even the weak-looking female cultivator Xianyin has the courage to stay behind, but they want to run for their lives in a hurry?

I don't know who turned back first: "I won't go either!"

He was originally the head of the Huaxi School who had the most trouble with Xianyinmen.

Like a little spark igniting the fire oil all over the place, with a single word, everyone felt full of pride.

Lord Yan said: "You Daoist Song teaches us combat skills and tactics every day in the formation. You will be a teacher for one day and a father for the rest of your life. If something happens to you here, I will escape from the sky. In the future, I will be haunted by demons. Out of the word master, but today I will live and die with you, advance and retreat together!"

"Life and death, advance and retreat together!" Countless voices echoed repeatedly.

All kinds of magic instruments were intertwined with colorful lights, and everyone looked determined.

Song Qianji shook his head helplessly, is it appropriate for you to suddenly unite at this time?

But he was surrounded by people who schemed against each other in his previous life and had no grievances in this life, and he felt a subtle emotion and emotion.

Just as I was about to speak, I suddenly felt something.

Song Qianji turned his head, his eyes were like lightning, passing through the falling ice chips, he locked the back of a female cultivator.

The back is thin and fast, wrapped in the fence, leaving the team very inconspicuously.

At this moment, the only one going deep into the cave is Wuxiang.

Look no further.

Song Qianji swung his sword.

The sword light was like an arrow flying off the string, passing over everyone's heads in the blink of an eye.