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He hadn't felt the slightest surprise until now.Because at least Feng Huanyuan didn't have the expression he wanted to see on his face.

The conspiracy was revealed, things backfired, and the expression of panic and fear.There is a squirrel behind the mantis, and the bamboo basket fetches water in vain. Every time I see this expression, I feel extremely happy, which is enough to become a lifetime glory.

But exposing Feng Huanyuan's disguise is useless.He is just like a bamboo shoot. After peeling off layer by layer, he finds that there is nothing in his heart, and he cannot reflect the value of destruction.He didn't have time to appreciate the frustration of the failure of the plan, and Zhong Zhimu didn't have time to experience the pleasure of calculating everything.The tiger tail, which pretended to hand it over at the gate of the hall, but returned to its hand at this time, let out the first deep growl since it served him.

Of course, it's not that he didn't think about the end of failure, and he may have made 1 arrangements for it.

But if he doesn't use all his strength to gain a chance at this moment, everything will be empty talk.Before entering the City God's Temple, he was more or less suspicious of Gao Ya's exaggeration.But now he just wants to know how crazy is Gao Ya, who went through thirty tricks under Zhong Zhimu five years ago?

Feng Huanyuan really hoped that he would have some reason to go crazy at this moment.It's a pity that things backfired, he was so calm, he was so calm that he had already seen his own fate.He had no choice but to encourage himself and said: I have to go through at least thirty strokes.

His sword is already the best sword, and his swordsmanship is already the best swordsmanship.Even Ge Songyue had never seen such a sword technique.However, the sword can withstand Zhong Zhimu's palm strength, but the human body is still flesh and blood.At the very moment of the first head-on confrontation, he flew back more than a foot, kicked deftly on the rotten pillar, and landed firmly.

Zhong Zhimu looked at his hand, the sense of danger that his strength was partially removed made his eyes flash with strange light.He said: "Young people are formidable. If you have practiced Fengfeng Jue for 20 years, you may be able to compete with me."

Feng Huanyuan was rarely humbled: "Let's live through today!"

The interrupted Xiao sound suddenly sounded again as if startled.This time it wasn't the wandering and whimpering at the beginning, nor the eerieness later.

There is no strength, no height, no length, no priority, just a circle of spreading sound waves, everything touched by it becomes disordered, and the square edges and corners of the altar table in the field of vision begin to distort as if melting slightly, clay sculpture Shrinking and shrinking because of the continuous dripping of viscous colors.

Even Zhong Zhimu was not immune to such corrosion, and his raised palm trembled for a moment.Feng Huanyuan naturally couldn't.His eardrums nearly burst, and his heart nearly popped out of his chest.But he still thrust out the sword.

The moment the sword tip was about to touch Zhong Zhimu, there was an incomparably severe pain in his dantian.

Fortunately, the pain surpassed what he could bear, dragging him into a coma without any hesitation.As his consciousness sank into darkness, he thought: Seventh.Followed by one last thought: It's over.

When Zhong Wushe woke up, there was no one in the whole Miaoyinju.Only the sound of rain.As soon as I heard that voice, I knew it had been playing for a long time, I was a little impatient and listless, but I couldn't find a chance to stop for a while.

The furnishings in the house are the same as before, and the guqin on the case seems to still retain the residual warmth of the owner's fingers.She intuitively knew that the golden strands would not come back.The taciturn old woman who usually takes care of them is also missing.She has been sleeping since yesterday, so it is naturally arranged by the golden strands.But it was really hard for her to appreciate the deep meaning of this arrangement.She appears to be, and is, completely free.No one guards, no one follows, she can go wherever she wants.But at this moment, she felt that the house was more like a prison than ever.

She couldn't figure out why the golden thread didn't take her with her.Or she doesn't even have value as a bargaining chip.

This thought was frustrating, so she sat down unhurriedly, and plucked the strings of the guqin like a golden thread.It's not that she doesn't care about her father's safety, it's just that she never imagined that Zhong Zhimu would lose, nor did she ever think about whether she still has to marry Feng Huanyuan after all this is over without any danger.After all these adventures, it's hard to imagine that life can go on as planned.

She suddenly remembered the third senior brother who died young.She was really not familiar with Qian Chongxue at all, Qian Chongxue was not a person who liked to deal with little girls, and she never seemed outstanding in the sect; she was only twelve or thirteen years old when he died.

Except for the rumors that everyone agreed to keep silent, she didn't even have any impression of what he looked like.

Yet after he had died in obscurity for so long, there were still people willing to die for him.Isn't this a happy thing?Isn't this also a person worthy of envy?

But the guqin couldn't do what she wanted, the sound was dull and monotonous, and she was submissive.Zhong Wushe sat for a while, straightened his clothes, checked his sword, then stood up, walked to the entrance of the flower hall, and stretched out his hand to test the density of rainwater.

Standing in the courtyard was a fair-faced young man holding an umbrella, as if hesitating whether to move forward.Zhong Wushe said to him: "The master is not here."

"Ah, no," said the young man, looking flustered, and switched the umbrella from his right hand to his left. "I'm here to find you...Miss Zhong. Let's respect her in Huashan."

Zhong Zhimu still slapped this belated slap.Not to the fallen Feng Huanyuan, but to the headless statue.

With a bang, the altar and the idol were all torn apart. Behind the scattered dust, a slender figure quickly escaped from the back door like a wisp of ghostly smoke, leaving only a few dark red marks on the ground that were particularly glaring.Zhong Zhimu sneered: "Bitch, it really is you."

He flicked his robe sleeves and immediately chased them out.On the battlefield that was still full of flesh and blood just now, all swords, lights and swords stopped abruptly like puppets suddenly disconnected, leaving only corpses and a strong smell of blood on the ground, and the gradually soothing ticking sound under the eaves, restoring the original of the dusk of the ruined temple face.

After a while, Wei Qingjia came in from the temple gate.

He suppressed the desire to vomit and looked around, finally stopped beside Feng Huanyuan, knelt down and tried his breath, with a very subtle expression on his face.

Even so, his hand that drew the sword did not hesitate.

He is not a person who likes to kill.Regardless of whether the person in front of him deserves to be killed or not, he can push back the act of killing as soon as he can.But he can't ask another junior to come over and do this for him.He stood up and pointed the tip of his sword at Feng Huanyuan's unconscious neck.

"You picked the wrong opponent." He said as if to explain the opponent.

"That's what I said too." Someone echoed.Wei Qingjia turned his head abruptly, only to see Gao Ya standing beside him.His coat and hair were only a little damp, showing that the rain had indeed stopped.

Wei Qingjia felt a sense of loss in her heart. "Are you here to ask for favors?"

Gao Ya asked back, "Why do you feel you owe me favors?"

Wei Qingjia smiled wryly. "He failed to murder Master, he can survive today, but not tomorrow."

Gao Ya said: "If I can live until today, he should also live until tomorrow."

Wei Qingjia sighed softly. "You're such a nuisance."

He raised his sword and pointed at Gao Ya, and suddenly asked: "How did you hook up with Feng Huanyuan?"

Gao Ya's eyelids couldn't help but twitch. "He still owes me debts."

Wei Qingjia said: "It's weird, I remember that although you don't know how to speak, you usually don't tell lies." But he didn't intend to ask the bottom line at first. starting gesture. "Come on. As long as you kill me, it's up to you."

What Gao Ya was afraid of was this sentence, afraid of what would happen, so she could only smile awkwardly. "I don't know who died."

Wei Qingjia seemed to want to throw up again. "Doesn't that sound disgusting to you?"

"You're not the type to beg for death."

Wei Qingjia shook his head. "If I can't stop you from taking Feng Huanyuan away, I'm disloyal to my master. If I can't save Qian Chongxue's life, I'm disloyal to my brother. It's fine even if you die. There are many inconveniences in living."

He was always paying attention to Gao Ya's movements, and almost at the same time as Gao Ya's sleeve moved slightly, he drew out the sword.

It's not Cangming swordsmanship.He knew that Gao Ya knew Cangming swordsmanship very well, and sometimes even dreamed about it.The Tunan School has a century-old foundation, and its unique knowledge is naturally not limited to the Cangming Sword Art.But after the three swords, he has realized that no matter what sword technique he uses today, the result will be the same.

Because Gaoya also has a sword.Elegance carries a sword.

In his hand he held a sword that Wei Qingjia had never seen before. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, and its outline melted in the dim blue light of dusk. Only the blood sprayed out of the blade could be seen.Wei Qingjia looked at the spot of bright red splashed on the ground, and felt a pain in his shoulder at this moment; what he was facing was not elegant, but a familiar blood-soaked look.

An elegant voice came lightly. "Do you think I really dare not kill you?"