[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

The national power of the Tang Dynasty was frustrated, Dongying took advantage of the vacancy, and used the post-war strategy to spread the spirit-gathering balls widely, and successfully summoned the ghost king.It's just that this sneaky plan was leaked and publicized. The Tubo and Langya remnants who planned to use this to threaten the eastern capital were thwarted as soon as they appeared.

When the two sides of the camp and the knights from all walks of life arrived, the elite of the Evilman Valley had already dispersed most of the chaotic parties and forced them to the old Spike camp. Zheyi, the Demon Lord of the Corpse Man, and the Ghost King, who was trapped in the Northeast camp by the alchemists, completely lost their advantage in numbers.

Xiao Fan's manpower was evenly matched with that of the Haoqi League, and Cao Yu would not confront him head-on if he couldn't catch Zhe Yi. The neutral Song Xiuran stopped the two sides' close combat with a threatening voice, and the two sides fought each other to Zeng Yuma The Qingzi Grassland, which is vertical and horizontal, is now full of corpses.

The alchemists who arrived early had already sat down, and every few steps someone would go out of their souls and enter the samadhi. The grassland with scorched earth and scars was full of meditating figures, as if countless oil paints had been painted on the ground, extending all the way to the direction of the Northeast Camp .

Most alchemists are neutral, and they need to concentrate on communicating with Yin and Yang. Due to the prohibition of Luoyang and Tiance Mansion, whoever strikes first will lose.As soon as Cao Yu withdrew his hand, Xiao Fan also put down his shield, and Song Xiuran found a safe place to meditate without worrying about the wind.

The rest of the party was besieged and scattered, and the corpse demon disappeared. The knights who had trained alchemists on both sides saw the leader stop and joined the ranks of the soul market. After a while, only the star patterns of the alchemists were left shining on the ground in the dark night. .

At the right time, the weather was cold and the grass was withered. Cao Yu revisited his old place. Looking at the desolation in front of him, he was particularly depressed. He walked back and forth between the raised torches with a red-tasseled gun, and kept a look at the villains who passed by from time to time. Remnants of the past.

Mu Chenfeng guarded Song Xiuran's side with a sword in his hand, the shallow wound on his lips and tongue was painfully obvious, he looked around and saw neither Jiang Yan nor Zhe Yi, the melancholy in his heart intertwined with the freshness in his arms, and finally he was confused like never before .

Even though the white clothes on his body were particularly conspicuous in the firelight, the dark expression on his face was still not clear. Yang Yiran looked at his motionless figure from afar, couldn't help but plucked the strings, and just took a step, an extra bump appeared on his elbow. It only covered Xuanjia's big hand.

"Guardian, why stop me?" Yang Yiran turned her head, facing Xiao Fan's dark eyes under the helmet, she couldn't help but startled, "Can't I go?"

"Don't mess with Jiang Yan." Xiao Fan stared at his calm but angry expression, and warned him bluntly.

When Yang Yiran heard the words, he suddenly realized: "So, the governor let him go at Bailongkou, is it really because of 'words'?"

Xiao Fan didn't answer his question that hit the point, he let go of his hand slowly, and said: "He has the kindness of reciprocity with me when he enters the valley."

"The warlord saved me from the enemy's hands. I am dying and dare not forget, so I only know to report to the warlord, not Jiang Yan." Yang Yiran answered sonorously, dressed like a schoolboy in Tsing Yi, who seemed to be unyielding, and saw Xiao Fan Sighing slightly, he let go of his hand, and hurriedly added, "I won't fight Mu Chenfeng."

"The faction is at the front, so it doesn't matter if you do it." Xiao Fan's tone sank, and then he calmed down again, "Let's go."

Xiao Fan clearly gave the bottom line, that is, as long as he doesn't confront Jiang Yan directly.Yang Yiran's expression brightened, and Hengqin played a few notes in front of him, and lightly and skillfully passed over a group of alchemists who were meditating and landed in front of him in white.

"Mu Taoist, it's been a long time." Yang Yiran bowed to him politely. After waiting for a long time, there was no movement. When he looked up, he saw Mu Chenfeng's eyes drifting away, and he seemed to have not seen him at all, standing motionless with his sword behind him.

There are villains coming from the Haoqi camp, and the sharp-eyed people immediately surrounded him. Mu Chenfeng heard the sound, and when he looked up, he saw Yang Yiran in front of him. He looked at Changge roughly, and immediately raised his hand and waved the Haoqi away, saying: " What's the matter with my arrogance?"

Since Yang Yiran failed to win against him, now that he ignored him and faced him indifferently, he was somewhat angry. He played a piano sound, and there was an unconcealed sarcasm on his gentle and kind-hearted face: "It's an adventure to come here. Ask, I wonder if Taoist Master Mu dares to answer?"

Changge figured out his Ling Ran's disposition, and cut off his retreat as soon as he came. Mu Chenfeng glanced coldly and said, "I don't want to answer."

"You..." Yang Yiran got angry, made a noise with his fingers, and simply raised his chin, "Mu Daochang is willing to answer or not, please feel free to ask me or not."

Mu Chenfeng turned his head away, and Yang Yiran assumed that he acquiesced, and said to himself, "I don't know how Master Mu knew that we were going to attack Qutang?"

He waited for a while but did not see Mu Chenfeng's answer, a hint of slyness appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said again: "That girl from Tiance used the warlord's mine-laying tactics to face her, could it be that she has a relationship with me in the Valley of the Wicked?"

"It's still...you have an inner ghost in your arrogance, deliberately playing with the warlord..."

Yang Yiran spoke loudly on purpose, and Cao Yu, who was not far away, twitched his eyebrows, and rolled up his cloak immediately.

"It's absolutely nothing." Mu Chenfeng frowned, and finally opened his mouth.

"Yang Yiran, don't provoke my arrogance, Qutangxia is on guard, why don't you ask your 'ghost hands and words'!" Cao Yu said, the red wreath on the gun has blocked Yang Yiran's sight, "If you don't Get out, I don't guarantee that there won't be one more dead soul here."

Yang Yiran smiled when he got the answer, glanced at Tiance with piercing eyes, and bowed gracefully with his hands in his arms: "So, Yang is bothering you."

"Ah——! It's not good!" Song Xiuran screamed and jumped up. He woke up sweating profusely in the cold weather, gasped, and shouted at Mu Chenfeng and Cao Yu with a pale face, " Not good! It’s not the ghost king! It’s the lord! The lord!”

Mu Chenfeng and Cao Yushang looked at each other, and a alchemist who was close suddenly fell to the ground with foam at the mouth, and then some people fell down one after another, unconscious one after another, and some simply spit blood with a "wow" and fell to the ground seriously.

Song Xiuran didn't have time to explain, wiped off his sweat, pulled Mu Chenfeng and said anxiously: "Senior brother, you have high spiritual awareness, so don't move around, you'd better stay away, in case the soul energy is too strong... "

The little Taoist priest hadn't finished giving instructions, only to hear the sound of the piano, Yang Yiran's sharp fingers plucked the strings a few times intentionally or unintentionally, and the peach hairpin on her hair reflected the firelight in the night, which seemed a little strange and bloodstained.

"You, you, you..." Song Xiuran let go of Mu Chenfeng, stretched out his fingers and pointed at the tip of Yang Yiran's nose, "Stay away from my senior brother!"

Yang Yiran didn't argue too much, and hurriedly glanced at the little Taoist priest, and with a flick of his sleeve, he turned around and flew towards where he came from.

"You know each other?" Cao Yu frowned instinctively.

"Of course! It seems that he came out of the rivers and lakes to worship the same master as me. Who would have thought that he insisted on practicing heretic piano music, and even deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors." Song Xiuran stomped his feet, gritted his teeth and shook his head, "I don't want to know him, Anyway, there are people chasing and killing them.”

As he spoke, he went to look at Mu Chenfeng again, but the latter seemed to be a little dazed after hearing the sound of the piano a few times, no matter how much he yelled, he didn't respond in the slightest.

"Song Xiuran, what is a lord?" Cao Yu couldn't help but ask him loudly.

Song Xiuran wiped his sweat and cried, "Lord! The soul of An Lushan!"

----split line----

Yang Yiran held the piano and fell back to the rock in the villain's camp, before the triumphant smile on his lips could be wiped away, he met a black shadow blocking his way.

"What did you do?" Jiang Yan stood in front of him with his hands behind his back.

Seeing his sudden appearance and cold tone, Yang Yiran knew it well, raised his eyebrows and said: "Haoqi camp, and Cao Yu is blocking, what can I do?" innocent.

The pupils on Jiang Yan's veil dimmed for a moment, stared at him for a while in the night, and then walked happily to pass him by.

"Hey, 'Military Master', don't worry." Yang Yiran's eyes flashed coldly, and he turned to stop him, "This time the ghost king has changed, so a fight is inevitable. Cao Yu and the others are really cunning, and they always want to take this opportunity to beat us and rob people." .In your opinion, how to properly deal with those Haoqi League prisoners captured before and after?"

"it's up to you."

"what?"

"As you please." Jiang Yan repeated, answering a little impatiently, and performed lightness kung fu before falling towards the grassland where the alchemist was meditating in a mess.

"Of order." Yang Yiran responded slowly, the smile on her lips couldn't be hidden at all, and she cut the lyre sound with her long fingers, and a piece of flowing water spread across the range of sound in an instant.

Mingjiao was caught off guard and could not avoid it, so he had to show up: "Don't fight! One of our own!"

Yang Yiran glanced at his tall body, and said coldly to his blue-eyed blond hair: "I only heard that you use money to do things, and you don't belong to either side."

"Yes." Wu Ze licked the scimitar, ready for him to change his mind at any time, "I work for Jiang Yan, and he helps me solve the changes in the Mingjiao Soul Market."

"Is it resolved?"

"almost."

Seeing that Mingjiao didn't know where the confidence came from, Yang Yiran sneered immediately: "He just took Tiance's soul market as a lesson, and at most pointed out a way for you. Why don't you help me with something?"

"What price?" Mingjiao asked without thinking.

"What price do you pay?" Yang Yiran looked at Wu Ze who was standing in front of him, who seemed to be half a head taller, and said in a low voice, "I want you to hand over one of my weapons for me."

"As long as you agree to the price I offer, let alone one person, ten people will do." Mingjiao seemed to be very confident in his method, and before Yang Yiran could say anything else, he continued, "But people like Mu Chenfeng and Jiang Yan ,no."

----split line----

I don't know what kind of music was played in the long song, but the few sounds have stirred up the fresh air in his bosom to be thin and shattered, Mu Chenfeng regained his senses from the muddle, and there was only gray and white in front of his eyes, obviously he had come to the Soul Market.

It's just that Tiance after the war is different from Qutang Gorge. It is very gloomy and gloomy here. Compared with the ruined walls and barren grasslands of the present world, the flat land in the soul ruins is full of a large number of wandering souls.Quite a number of people were wearing armor and holding weapons, held battle flags in groups to defend against the invaders, and fought endlessly as they did in their lifetime. The "Tang" on the breastplate, which had dried up and was indistinct in blood, was in the blurred mist Looming, the tragic noise is still in my ears.

Xing Tianwu is a relative, and his fierce will is always there.Mu Chenfeng was shocked by the never-ending sand field in front of him, he couldn't take a step while being startled, until someone swooped in with an axe, he held his sword to resist but blocked the space, the person seemed to pass through him and head towards the other side. When he was going somewhere, he heard someone calling him softly at this moment:

"Senior brother...Senior brother! Get out of the way!"

The voice was like Song Xiuran, but it was as subtle as coming from the sky, and it was inaudible. After Mu Chenfeng took a few quick steps, he heard the roaring sound, like a horse's hoof pulling a wheel and rolling towards him.

He couldn't see the carriage in all directions, but he heard a clear sound of a hidden weapon coming through the air, as if cutting through the dark mist of the soul ruins and dispersing the gathered souls, it landed on the ground not far from his feet with a "slap" .

He took a few steps in search of the sound, and the sound of loud wheels passed behind him.

A powerful spiritual pressure swept over, Mu Chenfeng trembled all over, and the creepy feeling spread all over his body, and he heard several crisp sounds in succession, something rolling down in front of him, he followed a few steps, and the sight floating in front of his eyes The soldier's soul gradually became clear.The phantom dispersed, and the alchemists who chanted spells and drew talismans surrounded them impressively.

They were facing a huge carriage with four horses and a canopy on the top, exuding a thick black air in the gray and white Soul Ruins. Rolling around, turning around and coming menacingly.

Even with such a vicious soul, some alchemists rushed forward to exorcise the ghost, but more people fell under the horse's hooves and were forced to withdraw from the soul market.

Xiao Song squeezed forward in the crowd, barely showing half of his face, and shouted at him: "Brother, get out of the way!"

Mu Chenfeng woke up instantly when he yelled, his boots moved to avoid the passing carriage, stepped on a few stones, then lowered his head suspiciously, and saw a few black and white chess pieces lying on the ground, which connected with the crisp sound before. It was so bad that Bai Long's mouth broke the "stone" that he struck with his sword.

Similar timing, same technique, but Jiang Yan is nowhere to be seen.

"Brother! Don't be in a daze!" Song Xiuran squeezed over, not knowing how to bring him back to life, so he begged boldly, "Brother, hit him, hit him! Beat him so badly that he can escape into the world of mortals, and we can let the people outside Someone help!"

Mu Chenfeng focused on hearing the words, and instinctively forgot to open the barrier, and the extremely oppressive iron hoof rushed straight in front of him.

The author has something to say: a sudden update... there is no guarantee until the end of cp, helpless

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