Our leader has a special technique for chasing his wife

Zhuang Feiyu just passed by Xuannv Peak, went to Zhong Yixiao for a drink and a chat, and left after reminiscing about the old days.

After all, they are both suffering brothers and sisters now, one has been divorced, and the other has been deceived.

At dusk, Zhong Yixiao and Zhuang Feiyu parted ways.

Zhuang Feiyu advised him not to worry about those unhappy things any more, took the long sword and left the tavern, still at ease alone.

But Zhong Yixiao was preoccupied, he walked out of the tavern, and walked up the mountain unconsciously, but the speed was extremely slow, he began to hesitate, and he was still in remorse, guilt and self-blame tormented his heart to pieces , he walked in a daze, thinking in his heart——

If he goes back to Xuannv Peak, the master expects him wholeheartedly to take up the heavy responsibility of the Xianxia sect, and even taught him the unique skill of the sect, Hua Xu Zhang, and he is afraid that he will never have the chance to see Mo Jiao again.

But he doesn't want to go back now, he wants to find Mo Jiao, even if he sees him for the last time, but he doesn't know where to find someone, the whole rivers and lakes have been searched, but no one can find him.

Zhong Yixiao didn't know where he should go, but as he walked gradually, he had already reached the foot of Xuannv Peak.

Xuannv Peak is in winter early, even though it is the end of autumn, the foot of the mountain is already covered with frost and snow, and even the trees are covered with frost.

Zhong Yixiao paused, looked at the bamboo forest beside the snowy forest, and suddenly lost his mind.

Xuannv Peak is too steep, and the terrain is complicated, and there are many formations. If you are not familiar with the terrain on the mountain, it will take half a day to go up the mountain.

A few months ago, Zhong Yixiao sent the recovered Master He Yun back to Xuannv Peak, accompanied by a new child.

At that time, he naively thought that he had offended others and had to be responsible to them, but now it is ridiculous to think about it.

But it was dark that night, there were no male guests on Xuannv Peak, and it was not easy for him to walk the mountain road at night, so he took his children to rest near the bamboo forest here.

This was supposed to be the place where he had lived for nearly ten years, but he remembered this place no more than Mo Jiao.

Zhong Yixiao couldn't tell whether Mo Jiao really liked him or not.

There are too many lies, even Mo Jiao himself can hardly get it right, I really don't know why I believed him at that time.

Zhong Yixiao felt as if she had been bewitched by an evil spirit.

Now that he is still worried about Mo Jiao's life and death here, Zhong Yixiao is also a little resentful, but he can't hide his regret and flustered.

When Zhong Yixiao was hurting himself, a sword shadow suddenly appeared behind him and stabbed Zhong Yixiao straight. When it reached the edge of the sword, it made a crisp "ding" sound.

Zhong Yixiao's heart was shocked, and she turned her head in an instant, but luckily the sword missed, and Zhong Yixiao was able to dodge it in time.

After dodging the sword, Zhong Yixiao realized that at some point behind him there was a group of men in black with hooded heads and masks. Six or seven people had already surrounded him. It was obvious that the visitors were not kind.

Just at the foot of Xuannv Peak, someone dared to assassinate the true disciple of the head of Xuannv Peak!

Zhong Yixiao quickly drew out his soft sword and confronted the assassin, but there were too many people on the other side, and none of their martial arts was inferior to his, but they didn't attack him. It could be seen that these people didn't want to kill him, but wanted to kill him. He grabs it.

Zhong Yixiao couldn't guess who was going to arrest him for the time being, as long as these people didn't intend to kill him, he would have a chance to find a way to escape from here.

But the man in black didn't kill him, and he could always hit him where it hurts.

But after a while, Zhong Yixiao's body was covered with paint, and there were bloodstains on the snow-white clothes, the most serious was the cut on the arm, almost to the bone.

Seeing the blood, the people in black acted harder.

Zhong Yixiao knew that these people were so eager to make a move, and they definitely wanted to go and get back to the matter quickly, and would not entangle with him for too long, but he hurt his right hand holding the sword, and he couldn't even hold the sword stably. How can escape?

With a glimmer of hope, Zhong Yixiao wanted to delay for some time, and hurriedly asked the people in black: "Who are you guys..."

Before he finished speaking, another wound was added to his arm. Zhong Yixiao took a deep breath, loosened his hand, and at the same time as the soft sword fell, blood beads dripped onto the snow, silently blooming into blossoms. Treacherous blood flower.

A man in black snorted coldly, and said in an extremely disdainful tone: "The chief disciple of the Xianxia Sect is nothing more than that."

Zhong Yixiao's face became more and more ugly, half of it was pain, and half of it was anger.

The man in black said again: "The old nun is very shrewd, don't dawdle, arrest him quickly."

The others agreed, and then walked towards Zhong Yixiao with weapons in hand.

The weapons were all gone, Zhong Yixiao staggered and took a few steps back, the blood sprayed a long arc on the pure white snow, Zhong Yixiao's arm was almost numb with pain, her heart was over, His martial arts are still too bad, he can't even beat this man in black, he deserves to be killed for walking on this river and lake...

But within a moment of self-pity, one of the men in black walking towards him suddenly stopped, and a "stab" sound came through the air. It was the sound of cloth and flesh being torn apart, and the man in black fell down Next, behind him was a long sword mark with deep bone visible, and blood was spattered three feet at that time.

The other few looked behind the murdered man vigilantly, their eyes were suddenly filled with panic.

"Shang Heng!"

The leader of the man in black was obviously very shocked, and then he said angrily: "You dare to kill my people!"

The person who came was Shang Heng in black clothes. He looked at Zhong Yixiao expressionlessly, and noticed that Zhong Yixiao was also shocked when he met his gaze. It was obvious that he recognized him.

Satisfied, Shang Heng slowly raised his eyes, swept his cold eyes over the men in black, and finally fell on the leader, the broad sword in his hand was still bleeding.

"Lord Luo."

When Shang Heng spoke, his tone was extremely cold, which made Zhong Yixiao quickly understand the identity of the visitor.

So it turned out to be a member of the Demon Cult?Why did these people come to arrest him?

Shang Heng had no intention of explaining to him, and there was obviously a bit of hostility in his cold eyes. He raised his hand, and the sword that had been poured with blood was especially sharp, pointing directly at Hall Master Luo.

"Those who betray the leader, die!"

Hall Master Luo and his subordinates were obviously very afraid of Shang Heng, after all, this God of Killing was the most powerful character under Mo Jiao's subordinates, a real butcher who killed without batting an eyelid.

Hall Master Luo seemed to be so frightened by this invisible deterrence that his legs were weak. He didn't want to be an enemy of Shang Heng, but for Qin Yu's order, he wanted to catch Zhong Yixiao today, otherwise when Zhong Yixiao went up the mountain, Xuan It's hard to say that Nufeng went up the mountain with many methods, and Master He Yun was too protective of him, so Hall Master Luo would have no chance.

But at the very moment he hesitated, Elder Shang started to strike, cutting his subordinate's neck with a sword in front of him.

In an instant, the blood splashed and stained the snow, and at the same time, the warm liquid fell on Hall Master Luo's eyelashes, staining one of his eyes red.

Hall Master Luo exclaimed: "Shang Heng! You can't kill me, I..."

Obviously, it was too late for Hall Master Luo to say anything, and he was obviously not the opponent of Elder Shang. Before Hall Master Luo swung his sword to block, Elder Shang's long sword had already pierced his chest and killed him with one blow. Let him stare at a pair of blood eyes, the weapon in his hand fell with a bang, and his body stiffened and slowly fell backwards after being drawn out by the long sword.

The others were startled by this scene, and they also started to do it to protect themselves.

Then Zhong Yixiao saw that Elder Shang killed all those who surrounded him in less than a quarter of an hour, and his moves were extremely neat and cruel. There were seven corpses lying here and there on the snowy ground, their blood was all over the ground. It looked rather shocking.

This was the first time that Zhong Yixiao saw the ferocity of the people in the Demon Cult, which was very different from the demon leader Mo Jiao in his impression, and he was already on the spot.

Immediately, he saw Elder Shang wipe the blood from the broad sword on the clothes of the dead man in black a few times, and slowly turned to look at him.

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Zhong Yixiao subconsciously took a step back, kicked the soft sword she had dropped, and gradually regained her senses.

He had obviously killed so many people, and his moves were extremely vicious, causing bright red blood to flow all over the ground. Elder Shang, who deliberately scared Zhong Yixiao successfully, did not have a trace of blood on him, and at this moment he was dragging his long broad sword towards Zhong Yixiao approached step by step.

The broad sword cut a deep ravine in the snow, Zhong Yixiao couldn't help but took a few steps back.

The eyes of this Elder Shang were too terrifying, and he was full of murderous intent, like a Shura climbing up from purgatory, which made Zhong Yixiao's heart tremble uncontrollably.

Elder Shang's eyes became even more murderous, and he was within five steps of Zhong Yixiao.

Zhong Yixiao opened her lips, but didn't know what to say. He remembered that this person was Mo Jiao's subordinate, but this person appeared here, looking as if he wanted to kill him. Could it be...

Zhong Yixiao suddenly thought of a possibility, could it be that Mo Jiao had already died because of him, and his subordinates came to seek revenge for him! ?

This guess made his heart flustered suddenly, even his breathing was messed up, his throat tightened, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he couldn't say anything, he was not afraid of his own death, but only afraid of Mo Jiao's death...

When he unconsciously retreated, he was knocked down by a corpse. With a low cry, he fell to the ground suddenly.

Elder Shang has already arrived in front of him.

He raised the broad sword, with traces of blood still remaining on it, as if he was aiming to attack Zhong Yixiao, but at this moment, a clear, quiet and obviously immature voice came through the air——

"Shang Heng, stop."

As soon as the words fell, Elder Shang and Zhong Yixiao both showed expressions of surprise.

The former frowned, showing a look of unwillingness, while the latter was dumbfounded, but the corners of his lips unconsciously evoked a touch of joy, and then subconsciously turned back to find the source of the sound.

In front of the bamboo grove, stood a masked child in white clothes. He looked about seven years old and was very petite, but his eyes were extremely cold, and his whole body exuded a more stern aura than ice. Gorgeous peacock tail feathers.

The moment Zhong Yixiao saw the child, Zhong Yixiao couldn't help letting out an extremely weak breath that seemed to be choking, her eyes suddenly became moist, but she also let out a long sigh of relief, and the tight pain in her heart also followed. It faded, and he began to rejoice.

Mo Jiao is not dead, as long as he is still alive...

Tears were almost in his eyes, but he blinked quickly, trying to ignore the discomfort in his eyes, not wanting the liar to see through that he was still worried about him, but he kept staring at him reluctantly.

Zhong Yixiao noticed that he was much thinner, and thought bitterly in his heart that he should have discovered the clues a long time ago, some words are false, but there should always be a third of the truth mixed in, this person may really be running out of time .

The only half-year period of the sub-gu has been gone for more than a month, that is to say, if this person can't get rid of the gu, he can only live for less than five months.

After looking at each other for a moment, Elder Shang and Mo Jiao restrained his aura, silently put away the broad sword, turned his head and stared at Zhong Yixiao like a warning, and then strode towards his leader.

Zhong Yixiao also slowly came back to her senses, and slowly stood up with a pretense of hostility. Mo Jiao was standing there, looking at him from a distance, and didn't say anything, but with this kind of gaze, It was enough to make Zhong Yixiao, who was in a state of embarrassment, feel hot all over, and even his heart was trembling.

Mo Jiao is a liar, is it so difficult to give him an explanation?

Just say that he has been lying to him all the time, and it would be good to let him give up, but Mo Jiao just said nothing, repelled the men who wanted to kill him, but didn't get close to him...

Zhong Yixiao wanted to tell him not to look, but even standing here, he didn't dare to raise his head, he regretted drugging him, and was more concerned about one thing, whether he really liked him or not.

Zhong Yixiao is eager to know the answer, but also afraid of knowing the answer.

Mo Jiao didn't speak after all, he just frowned and looked at Zhong Yixiao's many wounds, Elder Shang didn't explain to him, but I'm afraid he really wanted to kill Zhong Yixiao, Mo Jiao felt more and more that those bright red scars The wound is unsightly.

But when he saw Zhong Yixiao's appearance of keeping his head down and unwilling to look at him, he half-closed his cold and clean peach blossom eyes, a trace of sullenness flashed in his eyes, but he didn't show it, but chose to turn around leave.

From the beginning to the end, I didn't say a word.

Elder Shang cleaned up the little blood stains on his clothes, and followed Mo Jiao step by step.

The mountain wind blew past, blowing down a tree of broken snow, and several pieces fell on Zhong Yixiao's neck, making him tremble from the cold, and looking up, two figures, one big and one small, had already walked down the mountain.

He could only stand still and look at the backs of the two of them as they drifted away.

Mo Jiao left again, just like last time, but he didn't try to keep him this time, and Zhong Yixiao really couldn't let go of the Xianxia sect, he always remembered his master's teachings, he was a decent disciple and shouldn't associate with people from the devil sect .

After a long while, Zhong Yixiao withdrew her complicated eyes, pressed her lips together and picked up her soft sword, tightly covering the wound on her arm that was still bleeding, and walked up the mountain with stumbling steps and a lonely back.

Run counter to Mo Jiao.