The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

Meng Chongguang was startled, his eyes shaved a circle on Xu Xingzhi's face very quickly and lightly, which made Xu Xingzhi's scalp feel cold.

Immediately he laughed, a strangely cold way of laughing, his neat and beautiful little white teeth were cold and cold: "Jiuzhideng, don't provoke me and senior brother."

Seeing the senior brother, Jiuzhideng's heart was full of long-lost tenderness, but when he saw Meng Chongguang, his heart was poured with cold water head-on, and he calmed down with his mind.

He only wished to die under the sword of his senior brother, but for Meng Chongguang, he gritted his teeth and never wanted to be the soul in his hands.

Jiuzhideng's life wish has never been fulfilled, and he doesn't want to be able to fulfill his wish even if he dies.

"Instigate?" Facing Meng Chongguang, he can always be bitter and mean easily without a teacher, "Senior brother has met me for a long time, but he doesn't do anything to me, do you know why?"

Meng Chongguang replied sharply: "Senior brother is just nostalgic, don't be too sentimental."

Jiuzhideng sarcastically said: "Senior brother is nostalgic for the old relationship. The old relationship between me and him for 13 years is not comparable to the old relationship between you and him for just three or two years alone."

Xu Xingzhi's face turned green: "Nine Branch Lamps!"

Jiuzhideng was very quiet, just staring at him made Xu Xingzhi speechless, because what he said was true and every word was true.

Meng Chongguang clenched his lips with a pale face, which was a sign that he was so angry: "You are the one who threatened senior brother, and you have the nerve to speak out!"

The angrier Meng Chongguang was, the calmer Jiuzhideng became, and there was even a somewhat smug smile on his cold face: "Senior brother has been free from the world for 13 years, happy and healthy, if it weren't for the incident, I will continue to live with him go down."

He smiled slightly and leaned forward, and said to Meng Chongguang as if he wanted to tell some secret: "...By the way, there is a small mole on the root of my brother's left leg, do you know?"

As Xu Sanqiu, he learned about this when he was measuring clothes for his childhood self, but Xu Xingyi knew it was going to be bad when he heard it.

The abyss in Meng Chongguang's eyes suddenly exploded, hatred burst out of the embankment together with the sword light, Jiuzhideng had already been on guard, leaning forward was just looking for a point of strength, Xu Xingzhi's eyes flashed coldly for a moment However, the two met each other.

The sword blades intersected, like a tsunami wave facing each other, the iron smell hidden in the sword was smashed out, swaying violently, staining the eyes of both of them with the color of maple frost.

The two figures in the night sky clashed like stars, splashing out golden-red sparks and streamers, both sides went crazy quickly, and even Xu Xingzhi was excluded from the battle.

Meng Chongguang has always been tired, and he can nod his head sleepily all afternoon in front of the swordsmanship classics. He has only learned Fengling swordsmanship all day long. Luzi, a sword can be used by him to play endless tricks; while he is using the most standard Fengling swordsmanship, which is so rigid that even the Lord of Guangfu can't make mistakes.

There is no distinction between good and bad swordsmanship, as long as it is practical, but what surprised Xu Xingzhi was that Jiuzhideng was able to draw with Meng Chongguang.

But after thinking about it, it is not difficult to figure it out.

The person who is fighting with Meng Chongguang with a sword in front of him was, after all, the most hardworking young man among the four sects back then. no rest.

Such a fierce sword, light and sword is also a silent puppet show. The two do not yell or scold, but concentrate on trying to kill each other.

Meng Chongguang has always fought against the rules. After a hundred moves, he turned into two shadows, holding a sword to confront him, and the real body was like a flexible big snake. He shook his head and moved behind Jiuzhideng, reaching out to pull his hair. Suddenly he was thrown onto the pillar of Ying Tianchuan's main hall.

With a bang, the pillars of the palace collapsed.

However, before Meng Chongguang could show his color, a figure with a disheveled hair crown flew out of the soaring dust and mist. With a horizontal swing and a dragon chant, Meng Chongguang's sword rolled and flew out in a cross shape.

The red light in Jiuzhideng's eyes burst out, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and with overwhelming force, he stabbed down at Meng Chongguang's face door!

However, halfway through the sword's momentum, he suddenly felt something strange on the top of his head, instinctively flashed back, Xu Xingzhi's hand held the Meng Zhongguang saber that he had taken back from mid-air, and suddenly fell, and the sword wind passed three inches in front of his nose.

With Xu Xingzhi's cooperation, Meng Chongguang immediately pushed forward and took advantage of the situation to push out a palm, wrapped in the sharp stone flakes that were still flying in the air, and hit it on a piece of softness.

Meng Chongguang felt that he should have hit him with that palm, but when he looked up, he saw nine lamps standing upright on the ruins not far away. Although the sapphire hair crown had fallen off, his figure was still upright. , such as pine and snow, with clear and shallow eyes.

Meng Chongguang spat in annoyance, annoyed at why this human life is so terrible.

Xu Xingzhi held the sword upside down with one hand, and threw it back to Meng Chongguang: "How did I teach you? Hold the sword firmly."

Meng Chongguang's heart was already full of depression, and he was reprimanded for no reason, and his tears were about to come out, but at this moment, a vast blood mist fainted without warning above the main hall. The shadows of the trees and houses illuminated by the moonlight became blurred and chaotic.

Meng Chongguang's face changed, and he stepped up instantly, covering Xu Xingzhi's mouth and nose: "Senior brother, be careful!"

Waiting for the wings to protect Xu Xingzhi, Meng Chongguang just waved his sleeves. The blood mist was driven away by the strong spiritual power, and it dispersed instantly as if it gathered in an instant. Only thick and full blood still condensed on the grass blades. Lu, in an instant, also withered and turned into deep blackness all over the ground.

Lu Yujiu, Zhou Beinan, and all the Qinglianggu disciples had already chased after the Demon Dao, plus Jiuzhideng, Meng Chongguang, and Xu Xingzhi were fighting here, and no one dared to approach this bloody Asura place, so the huge abandoned hall There were only three people facing each other before.

But when Meng Chongguang looked again, the nine lamps on the ruins had disappeared.

He was so angry that he almost vomited blood, for a moment he even forgot to pretend to be weak in front of Xu Xingzhi, and cursed: "If you can't beat him, run away, shameless!"

"He didn't do it." Xu Xingzhi said, "...this is the blood sect's trick."

It's good that Xu Xingzhi didn't make a sound. As soon as he opened his mouth, Meng Chongguang turned his head and stared at him.

The cinnabar in the corner of Meng Chongguang's eyes was faintly visible, and his eyes were red like a rabbit: "Brother, 13 years, what's going on?"

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

The next moment, Meng Chongguang sniffed, and a thin layer of transparent light appeared in his eyes: "And your mole, how would he know?!"

Xu Xingzhi grinned and had a terrible headache.

This sudden blood mist technique lifted his heart. He only knew that there are demonic sword cultivators in Sichuan, but if there are blood sects who are good at using poison in Sichuan, the trouble must be serious: "Leave the nine lamps alone , let’s go to the island to inspect around to see if there are any other blood sects. If the person who comes here just wants to save Jiuzhideng and he escapes while taking advantage of the chaos, it will be of great benefit to us.”

But Meng Chongguang refused to move, stubbornly said: "I'm going to Fengling! If he dares to touch senior brother, I will dig out his internal organs! I—"

Speaking of this, Meng Chongguang finally remembered the weak and deceitful image of the little white rabbit that he had painstakingly maintained in front of Xu Xingzhi all the year round. After being disturbed by the nine lamps, there was nothing left, and his mind was out of control again and again. The mocking words of Jiuzhideng echoed all over the place, angry and impatient, he stared blankly at Xu Xingzhi, and tears came down, like a child who was robbed of candy: "Senior brother woo——"

Xu Xingzhi couldn't help but feel distressed, held his pretty face, and kissed his forehead: "...Crying or not?"

After a kiss, Meng Chongguang's sobs suddenly died down.

He kissed the delicate tip of the nose again: "Crying?"

Meng Chongguang choked and didn't speak, but he was still angry, his eyelashes drooped like a grass shade, and there were still a few teardrops dangling on them, which made his eyes brighter: "Brother, you and Jiuzhideng... ..."

Xu Xingzhi hugged his angry little brother, and secretly made up his mind: "...Let's go to Beinan and Xiaolu first, okay? After Ying Tianchuan is cleared, I will explain it to you. I'll explain everything to you."

"..."

Meng Chongguang did not deny it, but accepted the proposal.

The nine lamps had disappeared, Xu Xingzhi let out a breath, and managed to calm down the hostility surging in his blood. He just turned around and wanted to check how the battle between Zhou Beinan and the others was going, when Meng Chongguang carefully grabbed the wooden hand.

"Brother, don't leave me for a moment in the future." Meng Chongguang murmured angrily with tears in his mouth, "I also want to be with my brother for 13 years, only you and me for 13 years."

"How can 13 years be enough?" Xu Xingzhi led him forward, and smiled warmly, "13 years, 130 years, 300 years... If I were a tree, I would only recognize you as a vine."

On the surface of the sea where the waves were flying, a circle of blood mist rolled out, and two figures gradually emerged from it.

As soon as the gray-robed youth stood firm, he bowed down to the nine lamps: "Sun Yuanzhou, the guardian of the mountain, is late, please forgive me."

Sun Yuanzhou was still that gentle and refined young man, following the former patriarch Yin Yiping, he was loyal and dedicated to assisting him, and the same was true for following the Nine Branches of Light. When he knelt there, he was as solid as a mountain, but the blood on his face was condensed by driving the spiritual power. The tattoos are not gone yet, if ordinary people take a look at him, they will think they saw a tragic scholar ghost.

Jiuzhideng seemed a little tired, he was not standing as straight as before, his shoulders slumped slightly: "...you came alone?"

Sun Yuanzhou said, "Yes."

The cold fireworks that Xu Xingzhi set off not only attracted the attention of Ying Tianchuan, but also the attention of Chi Lianzong who was working nearby.

It was too late when the newsletter was delivered to Sun Yuanzhou, and he had no time to count the disciples, so he had to come to the rescue alone.

Fortunately, the three of them fought together in front of the hall at that time, and no one noticed Sun Yuanzhou who sneaked into the main hall.

After listening to him succinctly explain the cause and effect, Jiuzhideng nodded restrainedly: "Thank you."

Jiuzhideng rarely praised people, so Sun Yuanzhou couldn't help being flattered, but he had already shown everything with his actions, so he didn't waste his words to express his sincerity at this critical juncture: "Shanzhu, should Ying Tianchuan still protect it?"

Jiu Zhideng lowered his eyes, and replied in a dull manner: "I can't keep it."

Sun Yuanzhou felt sorry for Jiuzhideng for a moment, and then comforted: "Shanzhu, it's okay. There are Danyang and Fengling on the left and right. When I go back, I will gather the scattered demon disciples and defend the mountain."

Jiuzhideng replied flatly: "Go back to Fengling. I'll make arrangements."

Sun Yuanzhou frowned, he felt that today's nine lamps were quite different from those in the past, but he couldn't tell exactly what was different, so he just nodded in agreement.

Nine Zhideng raised his hand and summoned the sword, landed on it with one step, as if remembering something, said: "After returning to Fengling, call a group of disciples to send to the wilderness to see if Wen Xuechen was there before. He is here, no matter how alive or what it looks like, bring him back."

The last demon disciple in Sichuan, who was stubbornly resisting, wiped his neck when his belly turned white in the east, while the remaining group of disciples felt that the situation was over, and threw their swords and surrendered one after another.

Zhou Beinan was not interested in the life and death of the captives. After they were imprisoned in a room for a while, Xu Xingzhi walked around and discussed with them cordially: "I'll let you go out of Sichuan after I've abolished my skills. How about that?"

The smiling Xu Xingzhi bluffed the group of people into cold sweat and sat cross-legged in trembling. Then he turned his fans out of the captive hall, facing the magnificent sea level, raised his hand and drew a talisman.

It was a spiritual letter.

He cleared his throat and said with a smile to the spiritual letter: "... Quchi, Ah Wang, Ru Zhou. Come on, we have a home again."