[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

Hearing him report the corpse demon's real name, all the last trace of affection from the past was shattered. The Taoist priest in white closed his pupils, released a chaotic killing intent, and wiped out the sword light with his horizontal sword.

Since he joined the alliance, he has never claimed to be righteous, but every time he has to be killed, he feels that the law of heaven is here. He has never been afraid or remorseful. Now that he has seen their intimate relationship from a close distance, it just verifies Yun Jin's provocative words ——He lured wolves into the house, and he couldn't see through the truth. Even if Jiang Yan was in Cangshan, he was just acting.

Zhe Yi felt that his sword energy was unmoved, and he ignored the mighty allies who swarmed up and surrounded the teahouse, and only yelled at Jiang Yan: "No! There are too many of them! Damn! Damn! Damn it!" He seemed to be asked about the pain, and he kept patting the table like a nonsense, and every time he patted, he stamped blood-red fingerprints on the wooden table.

Hao Qi who besieged the tea shed was frightened by his childish and ferocious behavior, but few of them were not afraid in their hearts when they raised their swords, and no one dared to take the lead for a while.

"Senior brother, calm down, they are Demon Lords, no, don't fight them." Although Song Xiuran didn't know how powerful the Demon Lord was, Zhe Yi's terrifying face was enough to scare him to death. Chen Feng's belt is afraid that he will suffer in a fight on the spot.

Mu Chenfeng wiped his sword energy and came out but couldn't move for a long time. What he saw and felt was that he was barefoot on the ice slag and was splashed with cold water. It looked normal on the outside, but he was trembling from top to bottom inside. Regret and long-lost feelings The hostility was intertwined, and was suppressed by the amulet hidden in his arms, which scorched the reason a little bit, and also cooled the past a little bit, because Cao Yu still tried his best to endure the instructions.

Jiang Yan turned his head and came over, peeping the momentary change on his face from the corner of his eyes, and opened his mouth and said, "It's almost time, let's go."

Zhe Yi was still making a fuss, but Wan Hua suddenly picked him up and threw him out from the fence of the tea shed. His thin body curled up into a ball and rolled in mid-air, snapping his fingers before disappearing into the gorgeous purple-black phantom butterfly.

The change was so fast that the corpse demon almost fled in the blink of an eye. Before Hao Qi could react, a choking smoke filled the crowd, and then there was a scream, and someone ran and shouted in panic:

"The brother just now turned into a corpse! Don't be bitten by him!"

As soon as the crowd dispersed, I saw a few rickety corpses rushing forward, getting close to their former comrades-in-arms, and they were about to attack. Cao Yu, who was watching from the sidelines, jumped in unhurriedly. The confederacy is already insane.

As soon as Mu Chenfeng turned his face, he felt someone point his finger on his shoulder. After he regained consciousness for a moment, Jiang Yan had found the space and escaped from the encirclement. From throwing people to taking the opportunity to escape, it was almost done in one go.

Mu Chenfeng was pinned down by his quick hands, and he concentrated on unfolding his sword qi. The dark figure had reached the periphery, and he immediately burst into anger, threw away Song Xiuran, and chased after him with lightness kung fu.

"Then Wanhua is in the same group?"

"The one with Daoist Mu...is that Demon Lord?!"

The crowd exploded again, Cao Yu frowned, leaned on the gun butt to the ground, and said loudly: "They must be going to Tiance, follow up!"

After he stopped drinking, Hao Qi, who really wanted to avenge his companions, immediately chased after him lightly. Cao Yu mobilized his subordinates to go quickly, while he himself stopped the master of Qingyun Wu in Jinshui with his silver armor: "The corpse turned into a butterfly is the Five Immortals, what he did It violates human ethics, and it is better to let the church clean it up than head-on."

The two just met each other, Tiance pointed out a clear path in a concise manner, reined in the horse and galloped away.

Haoqi's actions startled the villains, Xiao Fan looked at the still dark sky, and immediately gave an order to follow Haoqi to Tiance.

When the two sides meet at the border, there will inevitably be some scrambling. After sporadic fighting, the generals of both sides can barely suppress the situation that is about to spread. Song Xiuran was panting for breath and was late. Looking far away, his senior brother followed Jiang Yan and left early. There is no shadow.

----split line----

As the sun set and the temperature dropped sharply, Mu Chenfeng worked lightly all the way in the bone-chilling wind. When he entered the Tiance Land boundary, he was already sober. When he landed and looked around, the ruins of the Tiance Mansion after the war seemed to be wrapped in a hazy mist, and the end was faint. There are afterimages of Zhe Yi's moves that are so purple that they turn black.

He took a few steps with his sword in hand, and the cloud-patterned brocade on his boots brushed against dry grass and rocks, and suddenly someone approached him with a whistling sound, and he instinctively drew his aura, as if someone had been waiting for this moment, with a short sentence of heart He was cut off in the middle of the recitation, and in the next moment, a hand clasping the moves appeared on his neck, and his slender and cool fingers precisely touched his lifeblood.

"Don't move, Daoist Mu." Jiang Yan's voice was slow and ruthless, mixed with the cold wind of the ruins, it seemed to be piercingly cold, "Put away the sword and follow me."

Jiang Yan's shots are always quick, precise, and ruthless, Mu Chenfeng felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart, and sneered: "Should I be thankful that you know me so well?"

Jiang Yan kept silent, and held him to lead him into the mist, and led him to a high slope several times, and stood still on the edge of a huge rock, signaling the Taoist priest who was always held hostage but still proud to look down.

Although the wind was loud here, the fog was not thick. There were sounds of weapons and shouts of killing reverberating indistinctly. Mu Chenfeng didn't want to pay attention to him. Hearing the sound, he lowered his head to take a look in doubt.

The rock is located above the old camp of Tiance Mansion, which is desolate and will not be rebuilt in the future. At this moment, there are actually people stationed and fighting in the camp. Most of the sights are burly bodies and the appearance of Tubo, and there are many Huihe tribes among them.

He took a closer look, and suddenly found that the people who fought with these remnants of the rebellious party were not as flexible as living people, but stiffly crawled up and down, and the number increased after a while, mixed with the spreading fog. The gray-black powder was sprayed, and the smell of stench and blood wafted little by little, which made people feel nauseous.

"Haoqi always said that the Mozun pastor participated in the battle, but you know that the Mozun herded the corpse because of the battle?" Jiang Yan relaxed his fingers a little, and said slowly beside him, "Zhe Yi is surly, but he is not capable of fighting against a hundred people. , he just collects materials from the local area, seeks entertainment occasionally, and finds a companion."

"The Valley of the Wicked allows him to do evil." When Mu Chenfeng mentioned this person, he couldn't calm down.

"Without him, there will be others who will use these corpses and dead souls. Otherwise, how can the owner of the valley allow him to exist?"

"He has revenge against me for killing my teacher!"

"He is cooperating with me."

"Oh, you colluded with him early in the morning."

"Sooner or later, he and I will kill each other."

"Do you think I'll believe your lies again? What's the truth in what you said?" Mu Chenfeng asked coldly and seriously, looking back at his earrings still hanging behind his side hair, he sneered, "Jiang Yan, in Cangshan, you just think it's more cost-effective to use me than kill me, don't you?"

Jiang Yan didn't answer right away, he only looked at the battlefield below under his compelling gaze, and arrived after a while: "If you used to look at and ask this way, it would be fine."

"So, will it change a little?" Chunyang Daoist blurted out, and after asking, he felt that Wan Hua's long and distant eyes seemed familiar.

In the past, he only thought he was in a daze or tired, and he didn't want him to see people as sons, watching other people's struggles and life and death. These phoenix eyes also pretended to be extremely happy, but the eyes that occasionally spilled out were too cold, unlike those who sacrificed human lives and corpses. Zhe Yi, the corpse demon for pleasure, is no different.

"Chenfeng." Jiang Yan gently called his name, his brows and eyes turned a little softly, and he looked at the pain he was struggling without knowing it, pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head, "No."

Mu Chenfeng couldn't feel any relief when he heard the expected answer.

"The situation that has been set up will never be taken back." With a long sigh, Jiang Yan looked away from his tall Taoist crown.

Mu Chenfeng followed his gaze from a distance, and there were Japanese high hats appearing from time to time outside the camp, and it could be vaguely seen that the spirit-gathering balls were ebb and flow, and they were continuously placed, and there were villains in red clothes participating in it. It was arranged early on, and like Cangshan Wuliang and Bailongkou, it was all black and white in Jiang Yan's hands.

Nothing will change, since he left from the teacher's school and entered from Haoqi, he shouldn't expect his lonely fate to be deviated. Mu Chenfeng slightly looked down at the hand holding his life gate, and felt extremely ridiculous.

Catching the flash of disappointment on his face, Jiang Yan faced him with a smile, this time the gentleness faded away, and changed to the cold and cunning when he confessed to be the Demon Lord: "From the very beginning..." As he said, he got closer to him little by little until his eyes met and his breath was warm and audible. He pulled off his veil and smiled at him, "Mu Daochang, the majestic man is here."

Mu Chenfeng was startled by his words, turned his face away and wanted to see the arrogance he said, but Wan Hua's hand on his neck suddenly let go, and instead pinched his jaw with such force that it almost squeezed the bones alive Shattered like that, forcing him to face him.

He just thought he was going to kill him, and wanted to draw his sword as soon as his heart sank, Wan Hua quickly reached out to the other hand, bypassing the hilt that he had already reached, and directly clasped the back of his head, bowed his head and kissed his lips valve.

Mu Chenfeng never expected his actions, and what he was fully prepared for was an unpredictable kiss, and he was completely different from Cangshan's dignified appearance and Gushanji's gentleness, and he held him and invaded him without mercy The lips and teeth attacked the city, and the kiss was ruthless and extremely fierce, as if suddenly filled with anger that could not be vented, and cruelly and persistently entangled with his instinctive resistance until he bit and bled.

Daoist Chang's lips and tongue hurt before he came back to his senses. What he saw between Wan Hua's drooping hair was his long eyelashes that cast shadows after closing his eyes. His imposing aura mixed with indescribable purpose and emotion made people unable to move. , he tremblingly held it a few times before he grasped his usual sword, and the hilt turned nine times and hit his upper abdomen heavily.

Wan Hua let go at the right time, let him push him away, then raised the corner of her lips, and fell on her back towards the camp full of corpses and gangsters.

Mu Chenfeng instinctively stretched out his hand but couldn't reach half of his hair. He grasped the sword and panted for a while before slowly looking down. Jiang Yan's black figure with blood-red dark lines had long since disappeared.

He was startled and fooled again, raised his hand to wipe the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and tried his best to stabilize his thoughts and emotions that had been disrupted by him. There was a roar in his head, which was actually the sigh that the ghost mother-in-law comforted in his ears:

"grow old together."

As long as he grows old, promises are empty, he doesn't see the sky, and he will lose to his hypocrisy in the end.

Not only villains came to the old camp, but also noble spirits came. Mu Chenfeng stood on the rock with a pale face and raised his sword for a long time, until the sound of fighting stopped and Song Xiuran called him in a crying voice. The sound fell in front of the little Taoist priest who was holding his head, and Cang Yun's black iron shield and Cao Yu's fine iron spear rubbed sparks in front of his eyes.

"Don't fight anymore." Song Xiuran held his head but did not forget to persuade the fight. He glanced at the collapsed hall of Tiance Mansion through his silver sleeves, and shouted, "If you fight again, the ghost king will eat people! Stop!"

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