The moon is bright and the wind is clear

When Sikong Lang heard Lan Xuzhi call out this name, he was momentarily taken aback, and let go of his hand inadvertently.

Seeing Sikong Lang let go of his hand, Lan Xuzhi immediately attacked Mo Qingfeng again.

Mo Qingfeng snorted: "Do you think I'm afraid of you because you know the Shadowless Magic Art? How naive..."

Before Lan Xu could force him to come over, he placed the jade flute in front of him again, his five fingers moved accordingly, and the faint music overflowed.

Lan Xuzhi was a little overwhelmed when he heard the terrifying music, so he stopped to hold his breath.

Mo Qingfeng smiled even more: "How is it? Master Lan, didn't you want my life? But now you can't even get close to me, how can you take my life?"

"You don't feel complacent!" Lan Xuzhi was full of anger, and seemed to feel that her inner breath was becoming more unstable, so she had to close her eyes and recite the heart formula.

At that moment, Mo Qingfeng felt a pain in his chest, the jade flute slipped from his hand, and the music stopped suddenly.

Lan Xuzhi suddenly felt that the music stopped, and felt a little surprised. When he opened his eyes, he saw Mo Qingfeng frowning, his back bent, his face showing pain, and his breathing was not smooth.

How is this going?

Lan Xuzhi immediately realized that there are only two kinds of such situations, one is that the body is extremely poisonous, and the other is that the practitioner has become obsessed!

Finally, a cruel pleasure appeared on Lan Xuzhi's face, and he said: "Hahahaha... How about the devil, I'm afraid he has gone mad because of his practice! It seems that this time, even the gods are watching you, so if you have to let you It fell into my hands. Today, I will avenge Mo Qi!"

After finishing speaking, Lan Xu moved his hands with both palms, and mercilessly fell on Mo Qingfeng, who was already powerless to parry.

"Stop Lan Xu! Mo Qi's death is all caused by me!"

Seeing something bad, Sikong Lang immediately flew over to stop Lan Xuzhi again.

"Sikong Lang, get out of here, or I'll kill you too!"

Seeing that Sikong Lang was about to block his way again, Lan Xuzhi waved his palm at Sikong Lang's vital point without thinking too much.

Because Sikong Lang didn't expect that Lan Xuzhi would really attack him, so he didn't have time to react and hit back with his palm, just one slap, blood spit out from his mouth.

"Hmm..." Sikong Lang snorted and fell to the ground instantly.

"Big Brother!"

Seeing this, Lu Jingyan and Hong Ling shouted at the same time, surprised by what they saw, and said to the disciples of the Cangyun Sect: "You Cangyun Sect are inseparable from each other?! The head of the sect actually attacked the head of my sect!"

"Hmph... It's obvious that your sect master's skills are not good enough!"

Yun Shuwang of the Cangyun sect looked at the two of them coldly: "Hmph... you two are defeated again."

Seeing that Sikong Lang was seriously injured, Lu Jingyan and Hong Ling wanted to step forward to help, but they were stopped by Fen Dai from the Cangyun sect.

"The two of you can't go right now. Now that the confrontation between the decent and evil sects has reached a critical juncture, you may go wrong if you go. Our head will not be able to protect you two when the time comes. You should stay here. "

The two of them naturally refused and wanted to go forward, Fen Dai frowned immediately: "If you are still so persistent, don't blame me for being rude to you, sister Hongling."

Immediately, the disciples of the Cangyun sect all stepped forward, holding up their swords, and the disciples of both sides were at war with each other.

Seeing this scene, Lu Jingyan dismissed his own disciples. No matter what, the two sects still can't break their faces, otherwise the whole world will be in chaos.

Seeing that Lu Jingyan gave up, Hong Ling had no choice but to hold back her voice and not move forward.

When Lan Xuzhi saw Sikong Lang fell to the ground, his face remained expressionless, he only sneered, then turned around and continued to deal with Mo Qingfeng.

Mo Qingfeng was no better than Sikong Lang at the moment, his face was as pale as paper, and his lips were trembling slightly.

Boom!

Reluctantly accepted Lan Xu's palm, due to the chaos of internal energy when he was insane, the meridians all over his body were stagnant, and the internal force was also on the verge of crumbling. Mo Qingfeng had to use the only three success methods to deal with it.

But another palm followed, without giving Mo Qingfeng time to breathe.

Mo Qingfeng took another slap, but his figure was finally unstable. He took a few steps back and fell to the ground.

Lan Xuzhi pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, approached Mo Qingfeng, grabbed his hair, gritted his teeth and said, "Young Master Mo, do you want to take a last look at your lover before dying, eh?"

Mo Qingfeng turned his eyes away and didn't even look at him.

"Oh, I'm most reluctant to have a lover who can't get married. Besides, I'm not a person who doesn't understand customs. Even if you kill Mo Qi, do you think I'm kind?"

Lan Xuzhi grabbed Mo Qingfeng's chin with his right hand, forcing him to face him, staring at Mo Qingfeng with fire-breathing eyes, and suddenly had an idea in his mind.

In order to prevent other congregants from seeing all this, Lan Xuzhi's luck skill deliberately created a white smoke.

All the disciples felt that the white mist was strange and hazy, and instantly covered the figures of the three of them invisible. When the white mist dispersed, the three of them were gone.

They brought Mo Qingfeng and Sikong Lang to a no-man's land on Qinggeng Peak, and with a wave of their hands, they were thrown to the ground in an instant.

When Sikong Lang saw Mo Qingfeng who was seriously injured, he got up and wanted to check his condition regardless of his own internal injuries.

"Hey... It's really a bunch of love and righteous hard-working mandarin ducks. I'm moved after seeing them."

Lan Xuzhi sighed, and then changed the subject: "But you killed Mo Qi, so you must die today. Let the two of you be buried here together, and you won't be alone when you go down to the underworld. "

Sikong Lang looked at Lan Xuzhi, and tried his best to speak: "Lan Xuzhi, you want... to kill me?"

"Don't worry, I said, I will let this devil accompany you, I will do what I say."

"The disciples of Xuanzong's sect will not let you go."

"Hahahaha... Sikong Lang, oh Sikong Lang, with your pig-like brain, how did Bai Genshan fall in love with you and let you be his disciple? It's really a waste of his non-transmitting magic skills. Do you think I'll let them know I killed you, huh?"

Sikong Lang knew that he couldn't escape this disaster, so he closed his eyes and looked at Mo Qingfeng again.

Fortunately, Xiao Qi is by his side, although he will never be able to bring Xiao Qi to spend the rest of his life hand in hand in the rivers and lakes.

Think about it, it's really a pity.It seems that he has never really lived with Xiao Qi.

The days in Yiguan Town and under the cliff are their only memories.

Sikong Lang held Mo Qingfeng's hand, and whispered: "Xiao Qi, I will die with you, don't worry, as I said, I will not live alone, and I will not lie to you. This time, let me die first , how are you?"

Mo Qingfeng opened his eyes, and seeing Sikong Lang say these words, his heart suddenly ached.

"Sikong Lang, you are really a weirdo. Do you really like me or fake like me?"

Sikong Lang sighed: "Xiao Qi, I hurt you because of Master back then. In fact... I was in more pain than you. I really wish that I was the one who lost the tendons in his limbs."

Mo Qingfeng closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Sikong Lang cautiously said: "Xiao Qi, can you... forgive me?"

Seeing that Mo Qingfeng still didn't answer him, he gave a wry smile and said to Lan Xuzhi, "Lan Xuzhi, if you want to kill him, do it!"

Mo Qingfeng opened his eyes suddenly, looking into Sikong Lang's eyes.

Sikong Lang smiled, looked back at him, and teased him again: "Let me die first, and wait for you in the underworld, lest you be abducted by other ghosts. Hehe... Even if I can't make love to you in Yangjian , you can always live happily once you die.”

Mo Qingfeng didn't expect Sikong Lang to say such a thing at this moment, so he snorted and turned his head away.

Then throw out a sentence: "You think beautiful."

Lan Xuzhi looked on at the two with cold eyes, and finally couldn't help it after hearing Sikong Lang say this: "Sikong Lang, you are really a romantic, you are still thinking about this kind of thing before you die, I don't want to It’s beyond hope.”

Sikong looked up at the sky and smiled leisurely: "Of course, if you were in my state of mind, you wouldn't have innocent people's blood on your hands."

"You!" Of course, Lan Xuzhi knew what Sikong Lang was referring to. It is well known in the world that he murdered the old head of the sect. Even now that he has become the head of the Xuanzong sect, there are still people behind him. Pointing and pointing, saying that he is cruel, merciless, and wicked, and he is not qualified to inherit the position of head.

It was a stain he could never wash off.

Lan Xu glared at Sikong Lang like a blade, and then burst out laughing: "Haha Sikong Lang, no matter how much you play tricks, you must be my ghost today."

Sikong Lang ignored him, and took Mo Qingfeng's hand.

At this time, Mo Qingfeng didn't refuse him anymore, he watched Sikong Lang wrap his hand tightly, and the hot sweat on it wet his palm deeply.

"Xiaoqi, forgive me, I can't join hands with you in this life, let's... wait for the next life."

Lan Xuzhi drew out his sword, and placed the three-foot sword edge on Sikong Lang's neck. A faint cold light on the sword directly shot into Mo Qingfeng's eyes.

Mo Qingfeng's held hand finally trembled uncontrollably.

"Hmph... the devil, seeing your lover is about to die next to you, so...you are still afraid, and you are not as bloodthirsty, vicious, heartless and ruthless as the legends say."

"But..." Lan Xuzhi paused, then smiled suddenly: "You are going to watch him die now."

After speaking, a slight movement of the wrist holding the sword will end Sikong Lang's life.

Just at this critical moment, a sharp palm wind suddenly struck, causing Lan Xuzhi to deflect the hand holding the sword. Lan Xuzhi only felt a tingling pain in the palm of his hand, but he could no longer hold the sword steadily, and Qingfeng fell from his hand. fall.

Lan Xu was terrified, she never expected that there would be other people intruding in this situation, and this person's internal strength was so good that he could easily stop him from killing people.

"Who is it!" Lan Xu shouted.

"Brother Lan, long time no see."