Drunk lying on the setting sun for the king

Walking out of the firewood house, Hai Jing searched for a deserted place in the village, climbed over the walls and tiles, and soon came to the house where the bodies of Xue's brothers and sisters were placed.

He looked around, and after confirming that he was not found, he pushed the door open with his hand.With the creaking sound of the wooden door, a gloomy cold air rushed towards the face, adding a bit of chill to the winter night.

Looking back to close the door, Hai Jing took out the fire twig and lit it, two bamboo mats suddenly jumped into his eyes, on which lay the corpses of Xue Fu and Xue Ying, both with blue complexions and fine blood on the seven orifices.

Seeing this scene, Hai Jing stepped lightly as if worried about waking up something, walked in slowly, came to a square brown patent leather table, and lit the candle on the table with a torch.

"Look at this face, it doesn't look like you're wearing a human skin mask... Could it be that these two people are really dead?" After searching his face for a while, he found that there was indeed no sign of disguise.

Hai Jing frowned unconsciously, rolled up his sleeves, and unbuttoned Xue Fu's skirt, but couldn't help showing surprise.A Zhu Lian tattoo suddenly appeared on Xue Fu's rib, which looked extremely alluring in the dancing candlelight.

"Could it be..." Hai Jing's expression froze, and he untied Xue Ying's clothes two or three times, and soon found the same tattoo on her leg.

"...So that's the case, I probably understand." Hai Jing sighed softly, closed the clothes of the two, got up and extinguished the candle, and walked outside.

Gently closing the door, Hai Jing looked at a place near the mountain in the villa, squinted slightly, "Next, it's time to go to the second place."

The cold wind is filled with the fragrance of plum blossoms, and a few red plums bloom against the wind, embellishing the pure white world, gorgeous and eye-catching.

And among the swaying plum groves, a figure appeared faintly, dressed in white clothes that almost blended with Feixue, but the tattoos on his forehead were as bright as red plums.

Feng Xiangyue glanced in the direction of Hailanzhuang, tightened his hand holding the Luoxia Sword at his waist, and flew out like an arrow, letting his loose long hair dance and entangle in the wind.

When I was young, the snow-white walls of Hailanzhuang appeared before my eyes.Feng Xiangyue tapped her toes, jumped over the wall like light smoke, and landed lightly.

He walked a few steps and saw two domestic servants passing by, his eyes froze, he swung his arms and cut them, and knocked them unconscious to the ground.

However, this subtle movement caught the attention of several Yao Sword Sect disciples not far away.At this time, they were patrolling the village, and rushed over when they heard the noise, and Feng Xiangyue's figure appeared in their vision.

The cold moonlight reflected the white snow, covering Feng Xiangyue's body with a layer of cold air, and her skin was fairer than usual, which made the Zhulian tattoo particularly eye-catching.

The disciples were stunned for a moment, and it took a while to recognize who the person in front of them was. One of them suddenly laughed, "Just now we received an order to strengthen our patrols. We never expected to encounter a thief so soon."

A tall and thin man beside him looked at the tattoo up and down, and curled his lips, "What's even more unexpected is that the dignified Lord of the Nether Valley was once a slave of Zhu Lian Island!"

Another man with a square face also giggled and said, "I heard that the people trained by Zhu Lian Island are very good. It just so happens that I haven't met them before, so I'll come here today to learn from them!"

Hearing that the words of those people were full of obscenity and evil, Feng Xiangyue was neither sullen nor annoyed, but his face was full of coldness.After the few disciples finished speaking, they licked the corners of their lips, drew their swords to scatter, and rushed towards Feng Xiangyue from all directions, the long swords each hit a vital point, and slashed down like thunder!

The next moment, there was a little more red on the snow, and the disciples stopped for a moment, and then fell to the ground one after another, clutching their right arms and moaning.

And Feng Xiangyue's sword was still in its sheath, as if the sword hadn't been sheathed at all.

"A bunch of bastards, for Hai Jing's sake, I will spare your lives!" Feng Xiangyue glanced at them from the corner of his eyes, stepped on the blood, and moved forward steadily, his steps were so light that footprints on the snow could hardly be seen.

In terms of speed and skill, he was originally above Hai Jing, but his internal strength and strength were much weaker than Hai Jing's, which caused him to be repeatedly defeated by Hai Jing.Now, the qi that Hai Jing gave him temporarily made up for this shortcoming, allowing him to increase his strength a little after adjusting his breath.

Hearing voices coming from the courtyard ahead, Feng Xiangyue pulled away and rushed quickly, but had to stop halfway.

Under the tree in front, an old man in a blue brocade robe was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his arms folded.He closed his eyes tightly and tilted his head a little bit, as if he had fallen asleep.

However, Feng Xiangyue knew that he was not asleep, because when the snowflakes were about to touch the old man's cotton robe, they were shaken away by an invisible force and scattered on the ground.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the old man drooped one eye and cast a lazy glance at Feng Xiangyue, "You are Feng Xiangyue? I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Feng Xiangyue's hand on the hilt of the sword suddenly tightened, and he said vigilantly: "Sima Wu, the elder of the Huanlong Gang...why are you waiting for me here?"

Sima Wu saw his tattoo, but didn't respond, "Because I know that you won't be killed by Xing Wushuang's little tricks, and you will definitely come back to save Haijing."

As he spoke, he laughed, "However, I'm afraid you'll have to take yourself on board this trip, the old man has already told Jun Linyue and the people of the Eight Great Gates about this, they have already made all preparations and are just waiting for you to come. "

Hearing this, Feng Xiangyue realized why those Yaojian Sect disciples were not surprised to see her.Seeing that he was silent, Sima Wu moved his body, and with a silver stick in his hand, he hit Feng Xiangyue's chest with the sound of chirping wind.

Seeing that he was attacking first, Feng Xiangyue didn't back down at all, but instead charged towards the silver stick.When the stick touched his chest, he spun around, brushed against the stick, and the Luoxia sword in his hand went straight to Sima Wu's face.

At this time, Sima Wu's moves were too old and he couldn't take them back, but he was not surprised.With a twist of his wrist, the stick turned lightly and hit Feng Xiangyue's back.

Feng Xiangyue jumped up, turned over in the air, the tip of the sword touched the stick, and the silver stick was shaken a few inches away.Taking advantage of this gap, he swung on the spot, spread out his long sword and stabbed at Sima Wu's neck again.

Seeing this, Sima Wu was not in a hurry, but his eyes shone brightly, as if he had become ten years younger because of this battle.At this moment, he finally opened his eyes completely and looked straight at Feng Xiangyue, but he couldn't help but pause a little.

Because in Feng Xiangyue's eyes, there is a cold arrogance like iron stone, but it also reveals fire-like ardor and persistence, with a clear distinction between love and hate, and no weakness, which makes his decrepit mind feel unprecedented high spirits and fighting spirit in an instant.

With just this moment of hesitation, Feng Xiangyue's sword had already touched his throat.

The killing intent spread from the tip of the sword and penetrated deep into the skin.Sima Wu was startled, he flung back a few feet at the nick of time, the silver stick shot out suddenly, his movements were so light that he didn't look like an old man at all.

But Feng Xiangyue stopped the offensive, stepped on the stick with his toes, and used his strength to jump upwards.There was only a sound of "huahua", dead branches and snowflakes circled and flew down, hitting the top of Sima Wu's head.

Sima Wu was taken aback, held up the silver stick, and spun the stick, causing the branches, leaves and broken snow to scatter in all directions.However, among the fluttering debris, a little bit of cold star suddenly flashed, striking at him like lightning!

The broken branches and snow were flying all over the sky, and the moment Feng Xiangyue fell to the ground, the sword edge was drawn and "clanged" into the sheath.

Sima Wu's eyes widened in disbelief, before his body landed, blood was already splashed on the snow.Hearing the sound of "Boom", his whole body fell into the snow. There was a slanted wound on his right chest, and blood was gushing out. Although it wasn't fatal, he was so painful that he couldn't move.

Feng Xiangyue brushed past him, walked in quickly, without looking at him again.

"Feng Xiangyue, you are indeed the only one who escaped from Zhu Lian Island. This old man has remembered you." Sima Wu gritted his teeth, and lay on the snow with open arms, his solemn expression seemed to be mixed with some other emotions.

Thinking that people from various factions were ready to deal with her, Feng Xiangyue no longer hid, and rushed straight into the depths of the villa, feeling more urgent in her heart.Thinking about it carefully, since he met Hai Jing, this person has filled all his memories, making him unable to forget, and he does not want to forget.

It was the first time for him to meet such a person, who allowed him to vent his emotions unabashedly, made him willing to give his whole body and mind, and made him want to be with the other person all the time.

He didn't know whether this kind of feeling was love or not, he only knew that he must not let Hai Jing die here, otherwise he would regret it for the rest of his life.

The bamboo fence door was left behind, Feng Xiangyue stopped, and saw people from all sects surrounded, but Hai Jing could not be found.Unconsciously, he sneered and said: "Hand over Hai Jing, otherwise I will never let you leave Hai Lan Zhuang alive!"

When everyone saw Feng Xiangyue, they couldn't help being slightly startled, and it took a while to recognize who this person was, but their expressions were different.

Lian Ziqing stared at Zhu Lian's tattoo, her lips moved for a while, and couldn't help but said: "Your tattoo... so you are a slave of Zhu Lian Island! Your bamboo hat is used to cover that tattoo!"

Lian Zilan moved his eyes away from the tattoo, but couldn't stop casting his gaze from the corner of his eyes, "Are you covering it because you regard it as a shame?..."

Feng Xiangyue snorted coldly, "This tattoo is not a shame, if Hai Jing dies here, it will be the shame of my life!"

Jun Linyue was standing in front of the crowd. Hearing this, he cast a playful glance at Feng Xiangyue, "Oh? I didn't expect you to have such deep affection for that villain. For him, you can't care about anything."

Xing Wushuang on the side burst out laughing, "Oh, it's so touching, let's let you go to hell with him for the beauty of adults!"

Feng Xiangyue also smiled contemptuously, "You are the one who deserves to die! Who is planning this matter behind the scenes, I think you know better than me!"

Xing Wushuang shook his head and seemed to think that the other party was unreasonable, so he stopped talking.With contempt on Jun Linyue's face, he put his hands behind his back with a flick of his sleeves, "Now that things have come to an end, you shouldn't be so quick to talk. Since you have thrown yourself into a trap, you must be ready."

"That's right, I'm ready to send you to hell!" Feng Xiangyue stretched out his long sword, and the person flew out following the voice, and the blade of the sword pierced directly in front of Xing Wushuang.

However, the blade was still in the air, and it "dang" hit a green light.Feng Xiangyue stopped and concentrated, seeing that the fake Qingfeng sect master was standing in front of her, her eyes became more gloomy and colder.

The master of the fake Qingfeng sect smiled slightly, stepped back a few steps, and with a gesture of his finger, he saw the twenty disciples who had come with him step forward one after another, standing staggered back and forth, surrounding Feng Xiangyue in the center, each holding a phoenix in their hands. With a long knife in his mouth, he poses in different poses.

"I have long heard that the master of the Nether Valley is very powerful in martial arts. I wonder if you can break the Qingfengmen's nine phoenix formation?" Said the fake Qingfengmen master, Shi Shiran stepped back to one side, stood with his hands folded, and the corners of his lips Proudly evoked.