[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

The paraquat in the cold wind, the snowfall in the Tang Dynasty, and the winter came all over overnight.

The Haoqi League and the Wicked People's Valley take advantage of the ghost king's rebellion to fight in Tiance's old place. Xiao Fan led his people to retreat into Luoyang City successfully, and immediately relied on the credit of killing the lord of Hunxu to ask for help.

As soon as Luoyang's garrison moved, the Jingwu army stationed nearby to surrender the rebellious party also joined the army. Hao Qi, who wanted to take revenge, dared not pursue and fight, and watched helplessly. .

The villains evacuated from Luoyang in a grand manner, and swaggered through the city with a truck full of supplies. No one knew that there were prisoners of war hiding in the rolling convoy.Yang Yiran followed at the end of the team, looking back under Han Yufang's vicious gaze, the sound of the piano caused snowdrifts to fall from the roof, blurring the other party's sight.

When Mu Chenfeng woke up, his weapons were taken away and he was thrown in a place covered with black cloths. He couldn't see the sun, the moon, day or night, and kept bumping like he was in a prison car.

He didn't know how long he was imprisoned and where he was going to be transported. From the beginning to the end, he felt cold and numb all over his body, and his ears were filled with the reverberation of the piano that invaded his consciousness.In the muddle, it seems to be in the dark and bone-chilling years of imprisonment again, with no light, no hope, no past and future, and no warmth but no attachment.

The days when the sound of the zither ate away at the consciousness was long and exhausting. Even if he was taken out on the way, he was unable to escape. One day, the magic sound stopped suddenly, the wheels stopped, the cage was unloaded with a bang, and the curtain was lifted with the glare of sunlight. Yes, there is also the laughter of the villain and Yang Yiran's polite question with a little sarcasm:

"Mudao Changzhou has worked hard, do you want to take a rest?"

Haoqi Daochang is no longer cold and alienated as before, with a few locks of messy hair hanging down his forehead, cloud-patterned boots have been snatched away by someone, and his fingers and ankles, which are blue and purple with cold, are exposed under his dusty robes, and his face is pale. Sitting up in the prison car, at first glance he was just a helpless person who had just descended the mountain, opened his eyes that were still hazy and looked around, and heard mocking whispers.

"The Haoqi League's 'Zichen Sword' is designed to kill my brother. Seeing how powerful he is, unexpectedly there will be today."

"Aren't you just a little Taoist priest, beg for mercy and let Grandpa hear?"

"'Words' is a clever plan, not to mention 'Zi Chen Sword', even 'Zi Chen Xing' will be picked off by my villain."

Hearing Jiang Yan's name, Mu Chenfeng finally sobered up a little. He caught Yang Yiran's hatred-filled gaze from the unscrupulous mocking gazes around him, and then stood up silently, shaking off the falling snow from the hem of his clothes, and slowly walked away as if there was no one else present. Stepping off the prison car, he glanced at the burly elite of the dragon-slaying regiment, and said in a low voice, "Sun Moon Cliff."

Even though he was described as embarrassed, with a hoarse voice, and was weakened by the long-distance prison, he still stood upright in the snow with his sleeves raised and his sleeves raised.Seeing him, Changge suppressed his discussion in an instant, his eyes quivered slightly, and he held his qin to block his way, and said with a smile, "The Taoist priest has good eyesight, thinking that Cao Yu will go back to Qutang first, and Han Yufang will not have time to communicate with each other. There must be no danger."

"Daoist Mu Chenfeng, don't come here without any harm." A sonorous greeting followed, Xiao Fan came over holding his helmet and holding the wrong Jin Mo Dao, his iron boots stepped on the snow step by step, and walked straight to Mu Chenfeng. Standing still in front of him, he said, "It's a pity that this is Wangjiang Cliff—it's the place where I, the Valley of the Evil, suppresses the Zhengdao Hall, and the Sun Moon Cliff Master handles the prisoners. You and I can't have a fair fight."

As if his former opponent had finally bowed his head before him, he spoke with half admiration and half contempt, which aroused the excitement around him, and everyone was eager to win and touched his proud white clothes.

"There is an order of 'words', and all prisoners of war will be killed without mercy." Yang Yiran approached his face, which was colder than the surrounding frost and snow, and deliberately provoked him, "If Daoist Mu is afraid, why not ask him for mercy?"

Mu Chenfeng closed his pupils, and Changge's smile instantly turned into sarcasm in his eyes. Before the piano sounded, his ears and heart seemed to be roaring like golden drums.

He originally went to intercept and kill Zhe Yi, but when the corpse demon was surrounded in front of him, he let him go because of that man; he should fight him to the death, but he made some grievances for no reason, and finally got hit his innings.Jiang Yan is a villain with vicious means, and he is also a person who is rarely close to him in the cold world.

The resounding voice is the voice of the heartstrings, the voice is clear, once you believe in the wrong person and take the wrong step, there is no room for regret, and the reason to start over, he let it go, turned a deaf ear to it, and regained his unexpressed feelings, saying: "No , let's do it."

He spoke a few short words lightly and forcefully, and he didn't know which point Chang Ge said was denied. As soon as Xiao Fan's Mo Dao came out, it reached his neck in an instant, and cut a bloodstain from that pale skin, attracting people around him. There was a burst of cheers.

Yang Yiran frowned slightly, pointed to Xiao Fan's wrist holding the knife, shook his head and warned, "'Zi Chen Sword' cannot be killed."

"Why?" Although Xiao Fan asked, he was not surprised.

"Overseer, if we kill him, the Haoqi League will use our sneak attack as an excuse to avenge him. If we raise the banner of justice, we will not be afraid that there will be no bloody people rushing to help us, which will be bad for us." Yang Yiran bowed his head respectfully, patiently He said, "It would be too cheap to imprison Haoqi, and it would be inappropriate to give Haoqi an excuse to send troops for nothing."

"In your opinion?" Xiao Fan raised his eyebrows and asked again coldly.

"I just need to frustrate him, destroy his actions, and then put him back in the Haoqi League. With the attitude of Haoqi that can be seen in Cangshan, we will definitely block the news in order to protect our face and morale." Yang Yiran clasped his fists and bowed, seemingly confident thought.

"It's a good idea, but..." Xiao Fan withdrew the Mo Dao, his expression darkened suddenly, and he said angrily, "Since you have already made arrangements, why let me bother!"

Yang Yiran heard the muffled sound of the hilt of his knife, and immediately changed his color, and hurriedly said: "Overseer, I am the deputy envoy of the Overseer, and I am led by the Overseer, so I don't dare to presume to act recklessly, please be careful!"

Seeing him like this, Xiao Fan immediately scolded him: "You dare, you not only dare, but you also want to set yourself on fire and force the lunatics to fight!"

After hearing this, Yang Yiran was dissatisfied, pointed at Mu Chenfeng and said, "He has already disregarded his life and death, why is the warlord afraid?"

"You don't know him too well. Even if he doesn't care about it himself, he won't allow others to intervene." Xiao Fan turned around under his anxious confession, and said with his back to him, "And when I took those strongholds, the guards were weak. At that time, even if you are not afraid of grandeur, you can't guard against the evil man's own Demon Lord."

"If he comes, I will bear everything myself." Yang Yiran said behind him, "Overseer, you only need to receive the credit for the falling star."

Xiao Fan's complexion became darker, the tall and vigorous Xuanjia shook, he turned around and bowed his head to meet Yang Yiran's resolute raised face, staring at him fiercely and said: "I, Xiao Fan, it's not your turn to give me fame! I If you want something, you will take it yourself, if you don't want it, you still don't have to worry about it!"

Yang Yiran was taken aback for a moment, and immediately sweated like a waterfall and his face was like manuscript paper. Before he could defend himself, Xiao Fan calmed down and said again:

"The matter has come to this point, if you want to act quickly, then wait for him to come, and see how he responds, whether to betray or not."

Yang Yiran thought over his words carefully, and understood that he was teaching him to leave the choice to Jiang Yan and there was a way out, so he immediately looked happy: "Thank you for your instruction."

"If you had understood earlier, you wouldn't have come to my side in trouble. Now that you've come, you'll be under my jurisdiction—fate is the same." Xiao Fan glanced at him and stopped looking at him. The first person under the dragon stele put down his helmet and watched the changes.

Yang Yiran choked his throat several times and finally regained his confidence. He raised his right arm high and made a gesture.

Mu Chenfeng listened to their exchange of opinions and decided his own life and death. From the beginning to the end, Mu Chenfeng stood on the sidelines without changing his face, and had no interest in the people they said.But seeing someone holding out his confiscated saber and handing it to him, he said to the floating Changge: "Give me back my weapon, I'm afraid Deputy Envoy Yang wants to fight me?"

"See if you dare to answer." Yang Yiran didn't look at him, tuned the strings and threw out the words of persecution, "If you dare to answer, you will deal with the mighty prisoner of war."

After he finished speaking, the villains behind him took the prisoners who came with them, including Li Lingyuan who was bound and gagged.

The little Junniang struggled fiercely along the way, there were bloodstains on the wrist rope, her crown and hat disappeared, her hair was disheveled and she tried to stand still, when she saw Mu Chenfeng she shook her head in panic.

"Okay." Seeing this, Mu Chenfeng immediately answered without hesitation. He stretched out his hand to hold the sword without hesitation. Please Deputy Envoy Yang don't break your word."

"Woooo..." Li Lingyuan shook her head repeatedly at him, staring at the dangling jade pendant on his hair crown with her eyes wide open, almost crying with anxiety.

"Of course I won't break my promise." Yang Yiran fine-tuned the strings, and randomly turned a tuning tone in the air. The sound of the piano sounded like a sharp knife piercing the air, and the left and right sides covered their ears to avoid it.

Mu Chenfeng silently recited formulas to prop up the mental barrier, looked up and stared at the movement of his fingers waiting for him to make a move, but unexpectedly, the saber in his hand shone brightly, as if resonated by Yang Yiran's piano sounds, the frosty blade appeared It was mottled and buzzed in the palm of his hand, and before he had time to find out, a cold and stern aura swept up his arms, and the screams like howling ghosts and wolves invaded his thoughts instantly like a black cloud, making people's hair stand on end.

As the name suggests, the sword is invincible. He has used it for many years without any abnormalities. It just so happened that at this moment, the sudden change caught him off guard. He staggered and barely stood still. Looking around, his eyes were blood red and his consciousness was unclear.

Yang Yiran's melodious and tortuous piano music was played in the air at this moment, which stirred his already dark mind, and then he became obediently obediently as if he had been guided.

Pingsha falls on the banks of the Yanjiang River, and sings Honghu songs repeatedly.He had heard Changgemen's manipulative piano music for a long time, but he didn't expect the opponent to use this move, and Yang Yiran controlled him when he was powerless to resist, obviously he didn't intend to confront him, he just wanted to humiliate him!

"It's a pity that I lost the seal of this sword. I think it was originally an evil thing that devoured the Lord." Yang Yiran's fingers fluttered, and he poured out the rhythm in a low-pitched manner, turning low and low and then directly speaking directly, playing for the audience. Hao Qi, who was completely infected by evil spirits, listened.

Mu Chenfeng wanted to answer but couldn't make a sound, wanted to move but his whole body was paralyzed, he had a splitting headache and couldn't think about it, but his body was like another person who raised the sword level by little according to his piano sound.

The blade of the sword shone with an unprecedented light, pointing at villains in red and black robes and stout dragon-slaying regiment soldiers with bare breasts, and finally pointed straight at Li Lingyuan.The latter was startled and looked straight at him in disbelief.

"Mu Daochang, I promise you to 'personally' deal with the Haoqi prisoners of war, and it will be fulfilled immediately."

Yang Yiran's voice came slowly, and Mu Chenfeng felt that the sky was dark and the heart and lungs were cold after hearing it. Even though he had 1 guesses, he never thought that Changge's method was to kill the alliance with his hands, and the target was Cao Yu's. Junior sisters in the same camp!

If his limbs felt the sensation, he would tremble from head to toe, even if there was even a slight chance of resistance, he would definitely throw the sword far away, but since he was controlled, he couldn't help it, and he never hesitated to lift the saber horizontally, walking steadily step by step .

Yang Yiran was condescending, looking down at his actions leisurely, and a smile gradually opened on his lips: "Mu Daochang, you have always been a chivalrous man, you have always kept yourself clean, as a banner of noble spirit, you are spotless, and as a swordsman of pure yang, you don't kill innocent people. I want to see, so What would happen if you killed your own people in public?"

He wants him to turn against Hao Qi overnight, he wants him to be in pain, he wants him to be enchanted!

"Go, go! I want to kill you, get out of the way!"

Mu Chenfeng screamed a dozen times in his heart but couldn't say a word, and he tried his best to stimulate the meridians, but there was no response. He was controlled by the sound of the piano and approached Li Lingyuan step by step with his sword. In his blurred vision, only she was trembling and shaking her head frantically. , from her eyes, she saw that she was dressed in a white robe, exuding a terrifying aura like a devil.

Li Lingyuan gradually gave up struggling, she tried to stand up straight with tears in her eyes, and sobbed endlessly while biting a cloth ball.

The sound of the zither is peaceful, broad and true, so peaceful that it doesn't fit in with the scene. Accompanied by the yelling evil sound, it keeps shaking in Mu Chenfeng's mind and ears, and the sound is heart-wrenching, bringing a sound called despair .

But he raised his hand casually, just like a normal sword move, he clearly felt the meridians in his body turn around, and then watched him raise the sword, the thin sword pointed at Li Lingyuan's heart without hesitation with sword energy, piercing her thin body.

The piercing sound of flesh and bones was so ear-piercing that the last trace of expectation on her face was shattered in horror. A mouthful of blood spilled from her throat, staining the cloth she was biting into red, and then fell drop by drop onto the shining blade. The playful and energetic eyes looked at him in pain, and then lost all their brilliance.

Blood gushes out from the sword blade, staining her hands and white robe red, and also staining her extremely pale face. When Mu Chenfeng saw her powerlessly falling from behind, he felt his mind burn instantly, and what he saw and touched was only dark red and sticky. of blood.

Yang Yiran withdrew the piano music amidst the roaring cheers, landed gracefully, exchanged affirmative glances with Xiao Fan, and went to look at Mu Chenfeng again.

Daoist Haoqi lost control but still maintained the posture of holding the sword, the tip of the sword was dripping blood non-stop, the original white Taoist robe was dyed red, the eyelashes at the tip of the nose, and the paper-white cheeks were all blushing, There was a dead silence in the dark eyes, and he couldn't give any response to the shouting of evil spirit or the noise around him.

Changge pursed his lips in satisfaction, glanced at the other prisoners of war, and moved his long fingers to play the piano again.

The author has something to say: the first knife, the bento will be sent to the military lady