The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

Behind Xu Xingzhi and in front of Jiuzhideng, there was already blood on fire. Two thousand undead had accumulated hatred for 13 years, and at this moment, they poured out, rushing more than a hundred demon disciples who were caught off guard into the sea of ​​blood in an instant. .

There were also resounding sounds of swordsmen elsewhere in Sichuan.

When Zhou Yunlie surrendered to the Demon Dao, most of Ying Tianchuan's disciples were preserved. Later, a group committed suicide, and a group escaped. There were still 500 people in total, holding on to their own airs, and the newly assigned group The demonic disciples joked that they were cowards, and they still lowered their eyelids to keep the ridicule out, as if the eyelids were their last fig leaf.

Having chosen to live on, dignity is a luxury.

However, just today, Zhou Beinan suddenly broke into the middle of the Sichuan River, making a big disturbance in Yingtian River, which turned the entire Yingtian River into a mess, and also caused some tight waves in their stagnant heart lake.

And in the middle of the night, an uninvited guest sneaked into the sheepfold where the sheep were imprisoned, and even the wolves guarding the fence were not disturbed, and brought another person's name.

Fengling walked slowly.

Xu Xingzhi is a leader among the new generation of disciples. The time he won the top spot was in Ying Tianchuan. Almost all Ying Tianchuan's disciples remembered his white clothes, bamboo bone fan, and his bright and clear air. Laughing heartily.

Just hearing the name is enough to remind a group of people of their distant, still-spirited age.

Jiuzhideng has always had a distant personality and a thoughtful leader. He knows that people cannot withstand temptation, so he will never send someone to test their loyalty when they have nothing to do.What's more, the person who came to report the news was a familiar face, and it was Meng Chongguang who was the least likely to make fun of the word "Xu Xingzhi".

After Meng Chongguang explained the situation succinctly, he stood quietly by the side, waiting for their reaction.

The flock of sheep looked at each other, and after a long while, a handsome and handsome disciple stood up from the flock, wiped his face indiscriminately, and uttered a curse that didn't match his appearance: "...Damn it."

After saying those two words like cold nails, he turned around and walked to the door, and slammed the closed door: "Come, come!"

Everyone's throats were tightened, and they looked back and forth between him and Meng Chongguang, lest he was going to inform and offend this fierce god surnamed Meng.

Meng Chongguang remained unmoved, standing safely against the wall, only thinking about one person in his heart, and did not pay attention to the fifteen hundred sheep imprisoned in front of him.

If he wanted, he could kill Ying Tianchuan in just one night, leaving no one alive.

However, he didn't want to spend time on such boring things, he just wanted to finish the things here as soon as possible and return to his senior brother.

Even thinking that Jiuzhideng would take a look at his senior brother, his nails itch, wishing he could dig out that person's eyeballs.

There were only [-] magician disciples staying outside the door, and they were already very irritable when they saw the fireworks all over the sky for unknown reasons, and the sudden knock on the door behind them made them even more angry.

The disciple closest to the door opened the door and shouted angrily, "What are you knocking on? You're called a dead ghost!"

Before he finished speaking, the disciple brutally snatched the sword around his waist, cut it with his backhand, and immediately his head flew out viciously against the wind chimes in the corridor. These hasty six words became his dying words.

This sword cut open the scab that had grown in the hearts of Ying Tianchuan's disciples for 13 years, and spurted out the blood that had been suffocated for 13 years and almost turned into dark pus.

Fortunately, there is still residual heat in the blood, so warm wine can be carried on.

Using a head as a memorial, the disciples who had their weapons confiscated broke out of the prison empty-handed one after another, and the 20-member guard team was instantly overwhelmed by them.

A demonic disciple took out the fireworks and wanted to pull them in a panic, but the oncoming disciple Ying Tianchuan took over. When he pierced his chest with his bare hands, he blew off the fireworks with his teeth. It snowed in June for themselves.

Xu Xingzhi single-handedly disturbed the surrounding area of ​​Ying Tianchuan into chaos, and pushed the blade directly under the eyes of Jiuzhideng.Coupled with more than a thousand Ying Tianchuan disciples who quickly went mad and more than two thousand wandering ghosts, they have greatly overwhelmed those flustered demon disciples.

In the distance was the dark forest and the grass was frightened, and nearby was the impact of spiritual pressure, Ying Tianchuan was already in a state of losing power.

However, at this time, Xu Xingzhi's hands were shaking.

He raised the fire sickle on his shoulder into the air, turned the sickle into a sword, and pointed it straight at the girl's throat. The blade was quenched with fire, leaping up and down between the two of them like snowflakes, just like Xu Xingzhi's burning heart fire at this time.

He was dazzled and couldn't tell whether the one standing on the stairs was Jiuzhideng or Xu Wutong.

There is clearly no similarity between the two, but they are both cold and clean, as simple and elegant as a landscape painting without a brush.

Facing the tip of the sword, Nine Branch Lamp slowly took a step: "Brother."

Xu Xingzhi only felt a splitting headache: "Shut up! Don't call me that!"

But Jiuzhideng ignored his stern words, and smiled warmly: "It's cold in the wilderness. I asked Wen Xuechen to bring you the clothes. Brother, did you receive it?"

He faced Xu Wutong's face and said such words, which hurt Xu Xingzhi's eyes and ears.

The treasure he held in his palm was clearly a monster, but after so many years of doting on him, how could he just let it go if he could put it down.

His breathing was trembling: "Nine lamps..."

Jiuzhideng interrupted him: "...Brother, call me Wutong."

Xu Xingzhi closed his eyes in pain, feeling that the name was like a curse.

Jiuzhideng stepped down the stairs again, not dodging or evading, and walked slowly towards the sword edge overflowing with fire.

"Senior brother doesn't like the name Jiuzhideng, so I won't call it anymore." The cold girl's eyes were illuminated by the fire, and her tone was almost flattering, "Xu Wutong, or anything else, as long as the senior brother likes it, as long as you call me, you can call me anything." .”

Xu Xingzhi didn't say a word, he just gritted his teeth secretly, and forced himself to swallow the heartbroken vibrato.

Sensing the change in Xu Xingzhi's expression, Jiuzhideng asked softly: "Brother, are you sad?"

He couldn't wait for Xu Xingzhi's answer, so he continued talking.

"...Brother, don't be too sad, just think about our 13 years." Jiu Zhideng whispered softly, no one would have thought that a person with such a cold face that isolates the world would use such a provocative Hua Chun said, "Brother, I have done many things that I didn't even dare to think about before. You used to carry me to climb mountains and lakes, make bait with me, and fish for a whole day; After the fish came, the brother set up a fire by the lake. I can’t eat fish, but I ate all the fish that day.”

Xu Xingzhi also remembered that time.

After Xu Wutong ate fish by the lake, he fell ill that night with a rash all over his body and a high fever that persisted. He stayed by her bedside for two days and two nights, and at night he simply slept next to her bed with his clothes on, lest She had a fever again and no one took care of her.

However, at this time, all the good things turned into gut-piercing poison, forcing Xu Xingzhi to have nowhere to escape. He could only try to open up a path with his bare hands, so as to liberate his heart that was about to collapse: "I am He Wutong..."

Jiuzhideng said: "I am Wutong. I am everyone you know."

As she said that, the young girl walked up to Xu Xingzhi's sword with delicate lotus steps, and let the sword's edge grab her throat tightly, inch by inch.

"Brother, there are too many turmoil in the world. They heard from hearsay that they knew you were the host of the World Book and wanted to take your life. I had no choice but to hide you and let no one see... Besides, if you still remember the past , I don’t want to think about how much pain and anxiety these 13 years have caused. So I want you to forget, completely, from the beginning to the end, don’t remember anything.”

This was said frankly and without pretense, but it only made Xu Xingzhi feel ridiculous. Although the tip of his sword was trembling, he did not back down at all: "What do you think of me? Your pet?"

Jiuzhideng simply said: "I take my brother as my everything."

"All?" Xu Xingzhi looked at him closely, "So you created a completely false world and imprisoned me for 13 years? Jiuzhideng, what face do you have to say that?"

"Senior brother is everything to me." There was a smile on the girl's brows, "Senior brother doesn't need to become anyone, it is my world."

He took a step, took a step forward, Xu Xingzhi's palms burst into cold sweat, and he took a step back, barely avoiding the fiery sword point with her tender throat.

"For example, now, senior brother wants my life, just take it." The girl continued to move forward step by step, "I said that Jiuzhideng will not draw sword with senior brother."

Xu Xingzhi was forced back step by step by a frail girl who seemed powerless, but he refused to withdraw the tip of the sword no matter what. He couldn't imagine that if he slack off and ended up in the past again, Chongguang should where to find him.

"...why is senior brother not willing to do it?" Jiuzhideng seemed to see through his mind, and asked softly, "Does Xu Wutong make you want to do it?"

Without Xu Xingzhi's response, Jiuzhideng raised his hand, his fingers slipped from the tip of his nose, and slowly drew a tall and beautiful arc: "... so what?"

... What appeared in front of Xu Xingzhi was Xu Sanqiu's kind and gentle smiling face.

Seeing Xu Xingzhi's eyes bursting with anger, the nine-branched lamp seemed to be strolling in the garden, aiming at his sword point, changing his appearance round after round, from his "best friend" to his "neighbors" and then to his "neighbors". Seeing those "girls next door" he had admired before, the playful attitude stimulated Xu Xingzhi step by step until his whole body trembled.

He hadn't been angry for a long time, and now the feeling of hot blood pouring into his limbs and rushing straight to his head was almost strange.

But instinct told him that only the blood in the body of the person in front of him could calm such agitation.

When touching Xu Xingzhi's bloodshot eyes, Jiuzhideng finally showed a faint expression of relief.

Now there is no one else, he only has Xu Xing in his heart, so he doesn't have to worry about the future of the Demon Dao, he can put down all the burdens and do what he wanted to do many years ago.

——Instead of letting the brother think afterwards that he killed all his relatives and friends in the past 13 years with his own hands, it is better to show him face to face at this moment, cut off all his hopes, drive him crazy, and let the crime of nine deaths be redeemed The nine-branched lamps of my family died here.

... The only one who can kill Jiuzhideng is Xu Xing.

If he can no longer hug his senior brother and die in the hands of his senior brother, that would be very, very good.

"Then... how about this?"

When Xu Xingzhi's mood fluctuated like a tide, he seized the timing and slowly revealed his true self.

However, just as the redness in Xu Xingzhi's eyes was getting stronger, a thin blade of light flashed in the horizontal sky caused the nine lamps to change color immediately, and also forcibly pulled him out of the dream of the only two in the sky and the world.

He raised his feet suddenly, and a terrifying spiritual pressure pushed away. Even Xu Xingzhi, who was always on guard against him, could not expect this strong impact. He barely stabilized his figure.

Fortunately, Meng Chongguang is also an extraordinary product, facing the gnawing spiritual pressure, he fell to the ground lightly, his eyes first found Xu Xingzhi anxiously, and found that he was not injured, and his heart just stabilized, and when he turned to the nine lamps, he felt warm. Fading away, his eyes immediately turned into the appearance of a beast that lives in the forest and eats raw meat: "...Nine Branch Lamps!"

Jiuzhideng sneered: "Junior Brother Meng, don't come here unharmed."

The word "Junior Brother Meng" reminded Meng Chongguang that when he was a classmate in the past, his anger grew more and more. Things, dare to meet with senior brother?"

Jiuzhideng looked at Meng Chongguang like a thorn in his side, and the death-seeking look in his eyes gradually faded, revealing a pair of thin red eyes: "Why don't I dare?"

"You have imprisoned senior brother for 13 years, and now you have face..."

"Confinement?"

Hearing Jiuzhideng's pointed tone, Xu Xingzhi suddenly felt something was wrong.

Having not seen each other for many years, Jiuzhideng has already learned the essence of smiling but not smiling, narrowing his eyes slightly, and said with a sneer: "...When you are not in the way here, it is very good that my brother and I live in a different place."

The author has something to say: Shigemitsu’s thoughts about his brother’s 13 years abroad: fighting to the death, being tortured, preferring death to submission.

The truth is: a good life, brother and sister (brother?) deep love, and fish (??) strong love.

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