Soul Piercing Boy Song Xing: Vertical and Horizontal Double Swords

Lei Wujie stared wide-eyed, and was suddenly infatuated.

Mrs. Ye is about 20 years old, her skin is like suet and white jade, a pair of water-cut pupils are shining brightly, her slender willow eyebrows are like crescent moons, and her thin lips are as delicate and charming as roses. The expression on his face was as cold as ice.

"Tell me, what was the name of your move just now?"

Mrs. Ye's weak voice finally brought Lei Wujie back to his senses.

"Lingbo Feiyan, the dance of death of Zhao Guo's peerless dancer in the past!" Lei Wujie replied frankly.

"Good name." Madam Ye's face was pale, a wry smile appeared on her lips, a pair of beautiful eyes seemed to open and close, she couldn't stand anymore, and she fell limply backwards.

Lei Wujie hugged her casually, and asked with doubts:

"Sister, my shot wasn't that hard just now, right? As for the injury?"

Mrs. Ye was in his arms, and gave him an annoyed look.

"If I'm not mistaken, the founder of Lingbo Feiyan's move should use streamers as weapons."

"But you used an extremely sharp sword, which is more than ten times more powerful than before."

Lei Wujie scratched his head in embarrassment, as if for this reason, the shark-tooth sword was originally a demon sword, and combined with his high-quality sword energy, it seemed that Mrs. Ye suffered serious internal injuries.

"But sister, don't worry, I'll heal your wounds right away."

Lei Wujie pressed his other hand on Mrs. Ye's back, and a soft force of spring breeze entered her body, making her internal injuries heal by [-]% in an instant.

"Thank you." Mrs. Ye said softly, but she regretted it as soon as she said it.

If it wasn't for this guy, I wouldn't be hurt, so why thank him?

Lei Wujie turned around and looked towards Li Tian and Su Muyu.

"I said that the one named Li Tian, ​​we all don't have a deep hatred, why don't we all stop?"

With Lei Wujie behind his back, Li Tian replied in a cold voice:
"The rest of you don't have much grievances, you can go as far as you want, but the umbrella ghost and I are both killers, we must fight to the death!"

"I'm no longer from Anhe." Su Muyu kept a distance of three feet from him, and snorted coldly.

Li Tian's feet approached Su Muyu again like a shooting star.

"In my eyes, you will always be a killer!"

"This man must be mentally ill!" Lei Wujie couldn't help but spit out, and looked down at Mrs. Ye in his arms.

"Beautiful sister, why don't you come and persuade him."

Madam Ye turned her head away, not wanting to see Lei Wujie's face, she snorted coquettishly, "I, Ye Wan'er, can't persuade him."

Ye Wan'er?This sister's name is quite good, Lei Wujie thought to himself, and then spoke again.

"Aren't you all Taishi Dong's people?"

Ye Wan'er's face turned pale immediately: "Who is Dong Zhu's man, and he is also worthy?"

Lei Wujie's face changed drastically, this elder sister didn't pay attention to the Grand Master at all, could it be that her husband is also a first-rank official?
"Forget it, I'll go and help Brother Yu myself!"

Just as Lei Wujie took a few steps, a figure in red suddenly jumped out of the bushes and slapped him on the back with a red palm.

"Be careful!" Sikong Qianluo and Ye Wan'er exclaimed at the same time.

Lei Wujie gestured to use "Silver Saddle to Light the White Horse", which turned into an afterimage, and instantly opened a distance of ten meters from the red figure.

Just as the red figure was about to strike again, Murong Xiyin tapped the jade flute lightly towards the void, the red figure's arms were slightly sore and his figure froze.

After seeing who was coming, Lei Wujie frowned: "Mu Ciling, are you also a member of Grand Master Dong?"

Ye Wan'er in her arms shook her head slightly: "He belongs to the Red King's faction, but his purpose is different from ours."

"Their faction wants to kill Xiao Shizi!" She glanced at Xiao Lingchen who was nearby, and her voice was a little harsh.

Mu Ciling ignored Lei Wujie, but looked at Murong Xiyin.

"The Murong family's Shenhe Sword Intent really lives up to its reputation."

Murong Xiyin continued to play with the jade flute in her hand with a calm demeanor.

"I thought it would be Ibu or Su Changhe who came, but I didn't expect it to be a monster like you!"

"Hmph, Yi Laogou and that stinky boy from the Su family are very busy, but if you can learn from them, the Murong family who has not been out of the rivers and lakes for 300 years is not a waste of time."

Mu Ciling fought vigorously, and slapped Murong Xiyin on the head with a palm.

Murong Xiyin gently pushed Xiao Lingchen and sent him to Lei Wujie's side.

"The prince will be taken care of by you."

Lei Wujie was speechless immediately, he was clearly the protagonist in control of the situation, how could he become a tool man?
Suddenly, a middle-aged scribe with white hair and a jade sword appeared in front of him leading a group of men in black.

"Baifaxian, why is it you again, I didn't beat you and Zi Yihou enough last time, is it itchy?"

Lei Wujie snorted disdainfully.

"I didn't come here to trouble you this time." Baifaxian said expressionlessly.

"Then why are you here? You can't see the scenery?" Lei Wujie sneered.

"I'm here." Baifaxian looked at the beautiful woman in Lei Wujie's arms, and stabbed her with a sword, "Kill her."

Lei Wujie hurriedly hugged Ye Wan'er, moved away sideways with a ghostly step.

He cursed loudly: "Your strength is comparable to Zi Yihou, he is not my opponent, and neither are you."

"How about I take my Tongtian Avenue, and you cross your bridge of Naihe?"

"Thank you for your reminder." The white-haired fairy frowned, then smiled, "So I'll bring someone along this time!"

With a big wave of his hand, those men in black instantly attacked Lei Wujie and Xiao Lingchen.

"His grandfather, this white-haired fairy really doesn't talk about martial arts." Lei Wujie cursed.

Originally, he planned to hand Ye Wan'er over to Xiao Lingchen to take care of him, and go up to fight off the white-haired fairy himself.

Now Xiao Lingchen couldn't move his hands, and his situation became even more difficult, so he looked at Li Tian again.

"I'm talking about the murderer king. If this continues, once Xiao Shizi is killed, how can you explain to the Grand Master?"

"I'm still alive and well, please don't curse me like this!" Xiao Lingchen repelled a man in black, dissatisfied.

"Bang!" As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit on the head, and Sikong Qianluo's voice rang in his ears.

"When the master talks, the rookie please shut up!"

"You..." Xiao Lingchen was so angry that he dared not speak out, after all, he is the weakest here.

Li Tian remained unmoved, his attacks became more and more ruthless, and he snorted coldly:

"If the task fails, the Grand Master will scold me at most."

"If the umbrella-holding ghost runs away, it will be difficult to kill him!"

Lei Wujie still wanted to speak, but Ye Wan'er was so angry that she patted his head with her white palm.

"Since you know he's mentally ill, you're still talking nonsense to him, and you should deal with the immediate crisis first."

Lei Wujie nodded helplessly, and rushed to the oil-paper umbrella with lightness kung fu, intending to send the sharp blade that was sucked away by the magnet to Su Muyu first.

Ke Mu Ciling saw through his intentions, took advantage of the gap between fighting with Murong Xiyin, and sent the oiled paper umbrella flying more than ten meters away with one palm.