Brother is always slapping his face

I still choose to forgive him, saying, Jingyu is alone, going deep into the tiger's den, I don't feel at ease.

Originally, Mo Zhannan was lying on the bed with his clothes on and his eyes closed to rest his mind. Soon, with swift movements, he got out of bed and opened the door to chase Jia Jingyu.

In fact, Jia Jingyu can teleport, and Mo Zhannan has just mastered this skill recently, but he has no chance to use it.

Jia Jingyu took the lead, as fast as a shooting star, leaped over the high wall and entered the mysterious "Qingyou Pavilion".

The shadows of the trees whirled, insects chirped a few times, the night wind blew in, and the candlelight flickered.

Through the thin gauze window, a curvaceous silhouette of a woman emerges in front of my eyes.

The beautiful girl in the boudoir, she is dressed in red, she is holding a sandalwood comb in her slender hand, facing the bronze mirror, carefully combing her black and thick hair, long eyelashes like crow feathers, casting shadows, half drunk and half awake Her beautiful eyes, full of tenderness, seemed to be quietly waiting for the pity of her lover, and her delicate and charming lips, like strawberries wrapped in honey, held a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

When she realized that an uninvited guest had broken into her residence, she paused the hands that combed her hair, and her eyes froze with coldness, like a poisoned blade.

The moment Jia Jingyu broke through the door, the woman got up quickly, fully alert.

A crisp laughter sounded, the candlelight flickered, and Jia Jingyu could clearly see the woman in the room in front of him.

It looks like a ghost, flamboyant and coquettish, looming, like a dream.

"You monk, you broke into this girl's boudoir alone in the middle of the night. I really don't know what kind of work you practice? Could it be the 'skill of bliss'?" Yingge Yan said, if it was another man, I'm afraid he would have been obedient He was caught without a fight, and he was slaughtered.

Jia Jingyu smiled lightly, and said: "Hearing the good names of the girls from 'Qingyou Pavilion', it's really not easy to meet them. That's why I made such a bad move. I hope the girls won't be offended."

"Hmph..." The woman snorted coldly, her wide sleeves danced wildly like a cloud, and in a moment, arrows were fired from behind, it turned out that there was a deadly hidden weapon hidden in her sleeves.

Jia Jingyu's eyebrows were sculpted, his eyes were bright, and he dodged, like an eagle spreading its wings, or a kite turning over, only to hear a few clanks, and all the delicate and sharp hidden weapons pierced into the wall.

There was a distorted sneer at the corner of the woman's mouth, and she sneered again. Her long sleeves stretched out, and her soft and boneless arm turned into a vine like a silver snake, roaring towards Jia Jingyu.

The candlelight was torn apart by the strong wind, dragging and deforming their shadows printed on the wall.

Autumn frost unsheathed, a room of brilliance.

Gently picking apart the swift wisteria, she was unstoppable, and the woman suddenly felt a sharp pain from the transformed vines on her arm.

She frowned, quickly retracted the wisteria, and broke out the window without thinking.

Jia Jingyu followed closely behind, surrounded by dozens of young and beautiful women in the huge courtyard.

"Good you brat, we will let you go tonight and never return!" The woman whose arm was cut by Qiushuang's sword just now, her wrist was bleeding, she pinched the wound and said viciously.Because this sword is a rare and famous sword, all monsters injured by it cannot use spiritual power to heal and recover.

Jia Jingyu held his sword horizontally, calmly and unhurriedly, there were many soldiers coming to block him, and the formation was covered by water and earth.

All the banshees turned their soft arms into wisterias and rushed forward.

Jia Jingyu's sword moved all over his body as fast as lightning, defusing the menacing attacks of the banshees one by one.

At this time, Mo Zhannan had also arrived at the "Qingyou Pavilion". He saw Jia Jingyu being besieged by the banshee, and he joined the battle with a sword to help.

He has a light body and elegant sword moves, as graceful as a frightened bird, and as graceful as a dragon swimming.

They cooperated tacitly, as if with divine help.

The banshees were overwhelmed and lost.

The beauties exchanged glances with each other and disappeared into puffs of purple smoke.

Jia Jingyu walked towards Mo Zhannan briskly, opened his mouth and asked, "How are you?"

"I'm fine. Where are they?" Mo Zhannan looked around, but there was no one there.

"Of course there is a way to find them." Jia Jingyu said confidently.

Mo Zhannan was puzzled, and saw Jia Jingyu holding Qiushuang sword between his eyebrows with one hand, three fingers bent in one hand, middle finger and ring finger together, and gently brushing against the sword body, Qiushuang sword trembled slightly like a clear light, and issued a crisp sword Ming.

"Let Qiushuangjian lead us to find them."

As soon as Jia Jingyu finished speaking, Mo Zhannan sighed inwardly.I really didn't expect that the Autumn Frost Sword has such a magical effect. It is no doubt that it is a divine sword that has been passed down through the ages.

I don't know how extraordinary and refined the Lishang Sword I have been thinking about and dreaming of.

Autumn Frost Sword brought them to a bottomless cave overgrown with weeds.

Jia Jingyu and Mo Zhannan hid in the dark, looking inside with the faint light of the fire.

There were only ten banshees, the wisterias had long been reduced to arms, five of them were sitting on the rocks, beating their legs and rubbing their shoulders, and the three were standing with angry faces.

The banshee in red, the woman who fought against Jia Jingyu, gritted her teeth and said, "That stinky monk is really abominable. We sisters have lived a stable life in this small county for two years. He wants to stir up trouble and even uses a sword Stabbed me, you see, this sword is very evil, the wound can't be healed with spiritual power, leaving a scar, how ugly it is."

She raised her arm lightly, and a banshee in a yellow skirt stepped forward quickly, held her arm and looked at it carefully, and said with a complicated expression: "Fourth sister, you mean, the monk holding the long white sword just now was the one who made a move with the sword." hurt your arm."

"That's him!" The banshee called Fourth Sister replied coldly.

The banshee in the yellow skirt thought for a moment, and suddenly said seriously: "No, the monk who will fight us tonight must not be an ordinary person."

"What's the matter?" The three standing banshees in various dresses approached and asked one after another.

The banshee in red also cast her eyes on their eldest sister, who is well-informed and has practiced for 500 years. She is their military advisor and backbone.

The banshee in yellow skirt pondered for a while, and said clearly: "If I remember correctly, there are only two kinds of swords in the world that can stab us, and the wounds cannot be healed with spiritual power. We can only go to the residence of the medicine king in the fairy world to find a panacea. OK."

"What?" As soon as the words came out, the woman in red realized the seriousness of the matter, and said with a panicked expression.

At this time, the five banshees who were resting on the stone also got up quickly and approached the banshees in yellow skirts. One of the banshees in pink skirts was the woman named "Narcissus" who opened the door for the gold lord during the day.

She asked curiously: "Sister, what kind of sword is it that is so powerful that it can hurt us but not heal it?"

"Good question." The banshee in yellow skirt scanned the whole area with sharp eyes, and said word by word: "That is the divine sword that has been passed down through the ages, the Autumn Frost Sword and the Lishang Sword."

After hearing this, Jia Jingyu, the owner of the Qiushuang Sword, subconsciously clenched the long sword in his hand.

Mo Zhannan, who was looking forward to owning the Lishang Sword, flashed a warm light in his eyes, and pricked up his ears, wanting to hear what the wisteria banshee would say.

He wanted to know the news about Li Shangjian.

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