Grass and Trees of the Master of Demon Dao

"You are not worthy of this sword."

Lan Wangji's indifferent voice completely aroused Xue Yang's ferocity. Seeing Shuanghua held in Lan Wangji's hands, his face was slightly ferocious, he sneered, and immediately manipulated the walking corpses to surround Wei Wuxian and those juniors. .

Seeing this, Lan Wangji immediately played the piano, holding Bichen in his left hand, and continued to fight Xue Yang, hitting left and right, with a calm demeanor.

Xue Yang knew how powerful Lan Wangji was. There was a hint of coldness and violence in his eyes, and the attack in his hands became even fiercer. He knew that he was no match for Lan Wangji. The best way at this time was to avoid his edge, but no, he couldn't. Back off, we must not let Shuanghua fall into the hands of others, that is the sword of the Taoist priest!

When the sound of the bamboo poles sounded, Xue Yang didn't fail to hear it, but he had no time to think about it. It wasn't until out of the corner of his eye that he saw Wei Wuxian leading a group of juniors towards Yizhuang, he took the offensive and wanted to go. stop them.

This pause was a huge opening in a life-and-death battle. Even though Xue Yang dodged Lan Wangji's attack immediately, he was still brushed by Bichen's waist, causing a pain in his side, but this little pain was very important to Xue Yang In terms of it, it was nothing. He wiped his waist and felt his palms were wet. Then he raised his eyes angrily and looked at the direction Wei Wuxian and the others left, then turned his head and said sullenly, "It's very Okay, you are fine, Hanguang-jun, very fine."

He didn't care about the wound on his waist, he tapped twice randomly to stop the bleeding, then immediately picked up Jiang Zui, and slashed fiercely at the place where Lan Wangji was. After being blocked by Bichen, he turned his sword sideways slightly, Jiang Disaster followed Bichen's sword and struck towards Lan Wangji's neck. After being blocked by Bichen again, he said in a hateful voice, "Give me back Shuanghua!"

He was holding the Disaster Reduction, standing less than five steps in front of Lan Wangji, the bloodshot eyes gradually emerged, he was holding the sword so hard, the veins on the back of his hand were so strong that the veins on the back of his hand burst out, his eyes were cruel and sinister It settled on Lan Wangji's body.

He knew that with Lan Wangji here, he was afraid that Wei Wuxian and the others would all go to Yizhuang, he couldn't just watch them go to Yizhuang, he had already lost Daoist Chang's Shuanghua sword, and he could never lose it again The road is long.

Xue Yang turned around and was about to run in the direction of the Yizhuang, but Lan Wangji stepped in and stopped him directly. He was almost red-eyed and tried to kill him. He couldn't care whether Wei Wuxian could save him or not. Xiao Xingchen is gone, whoever dares to touch Xiao Xingchen now, he can't wait to destroy everyone!

"Get out of the way! Lan Wangji! Hanguang-Jun! Get out of the way!" Xue Yang's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at Wei Wuxian's leaving figure viciously, "I'm not in the way of your business. , don’t stand in my way either!”

Lan Wangji remained silent, and the attack of the violin and sword in his hands did not weaken in the slightest.

Xue Yang was forced into a panic, and his subordinates were suddenly a little disorganized. He only wanted to stop Wei Wuxian from going to Yizhuang, but he had no intention of getting entangled with Lan Wangji anymore.

It's just that he was in such a mess, but it gave Lan Wangji an opportunity to take advantage of. The sound of the piano clanged, and the light of Bichen's sword passed before Xue Yang's eyes. Afterwards, he felt a chill in his chest, and his body retreated quickly, but Bichen still stabbed his chest with a sword, the blood seeped out from his chest, and immediately stained the clothes on his chest.

Xue Yang's figure swayed slightly. Seeing that Wei Wuxian and the others had disappeared from his sight, he fell silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head, his vicious eyes fixed on Lan Wangji, and the corner of his mouth curled into a twitch. There was a distorted arc, with a ferocious expression, and madness in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "Lan Wangji! Gusu Lanshi!"

Only then did Lan Wangji glance at Xue Yang, his expression still indifferent, and he continued to block Xue Yang's path calmly.

In the hands of Xue Yang, Jiang disaster attacked Lan Wangji crazily. He didn't even think about his own injuries. The extremely violent attack caused the previous wounds to burst open, staining the Taoist robe on his body red. The bandage covering the eyes, let alone where it was thrown.

"Give me back the sword!"

Even though the injury was like this, his face remained unchanged, as if the injury was not on his body, as if the person who hurt was not him, except that the power of the sword was slightly weakened, but the ferocity on the face became more obvious.

After several fights, Lan Wangji had firmly gained the upper hand, while Xue Yang had already gone crazy. He attacked Lan Wangji regardless of the cost, wishing to hurt himself a thousand and hurt the enemy eight hundred.

This is obviously not in line with Xue Yang's style of play.

When Wei Wuxian reappeared, he happened to hear the sound of being cut off from the arena, and immediately after that, Xue Yang shouted angrily, "Give it back to me!"

Xue Yang was slashed across the chest by Lan Wangji's sword. This time, he didn't keep the spirit-locking pouch in his arms, and Lan Wangji picked up the spirit-locking pouch containing Xiao Xingchen's soul with the tip of his sword.

The monster fog in the street blocked Lan Wangji's line of sight, making it impossible for him to discern the exact location of Xue Yang, but Xue Yang could easily use the monster fog to cover up his figure.

After all, he has lived in Yicheng for eight years, with bandages covering his eyes, and he has figured out the way to Yicheng bit by bit.

Wei Wuxian deliberately acted to provoke Xue Yang, causing Xue Yang to speak out so that Lan Wangji could determine his location and attack him.How could Xue Yang fail to recognize his obvious intentions?But he wanted to refute Wei Wuxian.

He didn't want to play games with Xiao Xingchen!He is not!He wants Xiao Xingchen to come back!

The sound of the sword piercing through the body kept ringing, Xue Yang didn't groan, and he didn't even change his tone of voice. Wei Wuxian was extremely surprised by his ability to endure pain, but it was reasonable.

In empathy, Wei Wuxian can talk and laugh happily when he sees Xue Yang being pierced by a sword.He was born like this, unscrupulous and unscrupulous.

Xue Yang kept refuting Wei Wuxian's words. He knew what he was doing, but he had to refute. Even if he was seriously injured, he still had to refute. Why did everyone think he was going to take revenge on Xiao Xingchen!

But!But he never thought of taking revenge on Xiao Xingchen!

He just wanted to see the Taoist priest!Just a glance!He hates it!

Xue Yang was a man who never meant what he said. He usually had a sweet mouth, but in reality he was extremely vicious and cruel.

But facing Wei Wuxian's words at this time, "Laugh, laugh, laugh to death and gather the remnant soul of Buxiao Xingchen. He disgusts you so much, you still insist on pulling him back to play games together. "

He replied angrily, "Who wants to play games with him! I will make him into a vicious corpse and be driven by me! Isn't he going to be a noble man? I will let him kill endlessly and never have peace! "

No, he obviously didn't think so. He wanted to turn the Taoist priest into a murderous corpse eight years ago, but now he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to!

But Xue Yang insisted on being stubborn, so what if everyone hated him?Hate him, hate him all, anyway, he doesn't care anymore!

The sword blade pierced through Xue Yang's lower abdomen, he didn't even groan, he still looked at Wei Wuxian and the others with a smile, his ability to endure the pain was extraordinary.

"Xue Yang, why did you delay killing Chang Ping for several years? You know exactly why you went to kill Chang Ping."

Xue Yang let out a low laugh, and he asked darkly, "Then tell me, what do I know in my heart?" He suddenly laughed loudly, and shouted, "Say! What do I know in my heart!"

"If you kill, then kill. Why did you use Ling Chi, which represents punishment? Why did you use the Shuanghua Sword instead of your disaster relief? Why did you have to goug out Chang Ping's eyes?"

Wei Wuxian's questions became more acute one after another, and Xue Yang's complexion became more and more ugly, with a ferocious air floating on the surface, and he no longer tried to hide it.

Before Wei Wuxian finished speaking, he roared hoarsely, "Nonsense! It's all nonsense! Do I want to let him die comfortably for revenge?!"

Of course Chang Ping would use the punishment of Ling Chi. Back then, he would go to the Jinlin Terrace, meet Xiao Xingchen, blind Song Lan, make Xiao Xingchen suffer from gouging out his eyes, and meet Xiao Xingchen in the ruined temple. Stardust, at last!In the end, Xiao Xingchen will commit suicide and die tragically!It's all because of Chang Ping!If Chang Ping hadn't brought this matter to Jinlintai, none of this would have happened!

Therefore, he must die, and must be punished with the most painful punishment!

He wants to goug out Chang Ping's eyes, use Shuanghua to take Chang Ping's life, and be buried with the Taoist priest!

He knew that he was venting his anger, but he just wanted to vent his anger. He hated everyone who caused the Taoist priest to commit suicide, including himself.

Wei Wuxian said, "You are indeed taking revenge, but who are you taking revenge for? It's ridiculous! If you really want to take revenge, the person who should be hacked to pieces is yourself!"

Xue Yang's eyes were full of hostility, and he slammed down two vicious skull nails in Wei Wuxian's direction, with a ferocious expression on his face.

Suddenly he let out a hideous laugh, mingled with madness, and then it stopped abruptly and fell silent.

His ferocious eyes fixed on Wei Wuxian, and the Jiang disaster in his hand was already clenched tightly, as if with a light shake, he would immediately point at Wei Wuxian, taking his life mercilessly.

Xue Yang hated Chang Ping, hated many people, and he also hated himself. It can even be said that because of the death of the Taoist priest, Xue Yang hated himself to the core.

But how could he admit it?Wei Wuxian's words revealed what Xue Yang didn't want others to see.

It completely angered Xue Yang and aroused his ferocity.

The sound of "Ka Ka" sounded very clearly in the demon fog, Wei WuXian immediately said, "Lan Zhan, the place where the thorny bamboo poles make noise!"

As the sound fell out of the sword, there was a sound of the blade penetrating through the body. Xue Yang was caught off guard and took the sword forcefully. He groaned, his figure was erratic, trying to hide his figure, but the sound of the bamboo pole followed him like a shadow, and he was very annoyed , I thought, if this little blind man follows me again, don't blame me for being ruthless!This is myself looking for death!

And the sound of the bamboo pole still followed behind Xue Yang, he said grimly, "Little blind man, you are behind me, aren't you afraid that I will crush you!"

He knew that the little blind man was afraid of him, that he had ruined the eyes of the little blind man, and that he had killed people, but Yicheng was really deserted, and the Taoist priest also needed someone to accompany him. The little blind man turned into a murderous corpse, let the little blind man go to buy vegetables every day, and then robbed the little blind man of sugar. Thinking about it this way, he kept the soul of the little blind man until now. Unexpectedly, he left a stumbling block for himself !

Xue Yang thought that with such a warning, the little blind man should have retreated in the face of difficulties!

Unexpectedly, just after he changed his position, the damn sound of bamboo poles sounded behind him again, and as soon as the sound sounded, Lan Wangji's sword edge would follow immediately. Unavoidable, injury upon injury!

Xue Yang knew that he could no longer let the little blind man follow, if this continued, he would die at the hands of Lan Wangji before the Taoist priest could wake up!

"court death!"

He made a decisive decision, threw a talisman back suddenly, smashed Ah Jing's soul abruptly, and Ah Jing screamed in pain!

With a soft sound of "poof", Xue Yang looked down at the sword blade exposed through his chest with difficulty. He gritted his teeth, stepped back quickly, and once again hid his figure in the demon mist, covering it with one hand. Looking at the wound on his chest, blood gushed out, making his steps feel heavier.