[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

In a blink of an eye, snow fell again on the Qinling Mountains, and the white snow that stretched for tens of miles was mixed with strong winds, and the frozen and frozen soil stretched as far as the eye can see.A few days later, the weather suddenly cleared up, and once the extreme cold storm passed, there were pieces of rime in the mountains, which reflected the blue sky crystal clear.

In the interlacing of blue and white, You Daoist stepped on the lofty and agile light work and galloped, the jade belt was fluttering, the sleeves of the clothes were flying, the expression was cold and gloomy, the skin was white and clear, and he stepped on the top of the tree and the snow, A frost-silver sword with an occasional flash of red light passed low in the sky, startling the neighing of winter birds.

The Haoqi League fought against the Wicked People Valley in Qutang, because of him, they rose up and died in vain, and were neutral. Although some assassins of the rebellious party were punished, no one got real benefits, leaving endless troubles.

Han Yufang originally planned to return to Wuwang City to return to her command, but she temporarily chased Deputy Envoy Yang away. When she returned, her temple hair was disheveled, her flower hairpins were loose, and her robe had countless large or small rips that leaked blood. Looking at Yang Yiran's Qingyuqin, he shut himself up as soon as he returned to Qutang Gorge.

On the second day, Xiao Fan from the Valley of the Wicked sent someone to deliver the corpses of Li Lingyuan and others, as well as a rare card to fight against the wicked.The body was frozen, the blood was dry, and the face was relatively peaceful, but the war post was directed at the Zichen Sword, which raised its sword to kill the alliance, and invited the heroic generals of the Qutang Gorge to fight with the Lord of Wuliang New Castle of the Wicked Valley.

It is normal for the Valley of the Evil to fight without declaring it, but this has given the Haoqi League a reason to take it seriously.Cao Yu was hit hard by the death of his junior sister. Seeing this, he was in a dilemma, and reported to Han Yufang in grief.Unexpectedly, the latter should have committed the crime of questioning, but turned a blind eye to the matter and stayed behind closed doors.

After Ye Rong lost his title of city lord, he was often absent-minded. When Song Xiuran died, he devoted himself to arranging his funeral, sending an unknown and humble little Taoist to the world, and then he went to the village's wine shop all day to drink and forget his worries. .

Mu Chenfeng turned a deaf ear to the noise around him, he neither defended the charges in the battle post nor was he indifferent to Xiao Fan's calls, he stood on the top of the dragon pillar with his sword in his hand and looked into the distance all day long, hoping to see the figure of the messenger soldier as soon as possible.

Cao Yu knew that he was waiting for Jiang Yan's news, but Wanhua, as a Demon Lord, had a false identity, and she couldn't find her whereabouts after searching around. She found some clues in Chang'an, but found nothing after further investigation.

Han Yufang didn't care about it, Cao Yu didn't pursue Mu Chenfeng and let Ye Rong go wild. Qutangxia, as a mighty frontline barrier, fell into a semi-paralyzed situation for a while, and within a few days, a warlock from Dongying revived the spirit-gathering ball.The veteran general and the newly promoted deputy enlisted in the army complained a lot, and then the city lords of Jinshui and Luodao took advantage of the failure of Zhan Luan Tiance to raise their voices, causing uneasiness and anger to spread rapidly.

Cao Yu was repeatedly remonstrated for fear of mutiny, but he couldn't get a reply for a long time when he wrote to Wuwangcheng, so he had to call the old department. In the chaos, a spy finally came to report, saying that the villain Gu Yunjin had been around before and after the little Taoist priest was killed. .It was about the traitors of the Haoqi League, Tiance got in touch with what he had seen before and after, and was immediately furious, before Mu Chenfeng chased and killed the Sun Moon Cliff Lord.

Mu Chenfeng was deliberately left behind by Cao Yu in Qutang, and after staying for less than a day, he waited for the evil man Gu Corpse Demon to come.

It was dark and snowy, and the ghostly Zheyi seemed to descend from the sky, without a single soldier, corpse or puppet, and appeared in front of Bailiuwu and Mu Chenfeng single-handedly.

For the past few days, Mu Chenfeng didn't know how he got through it. The whole day's grief was accompanied by the whole night's nightmare. When he opened and closed his eyes, there were pairs of unwilling eyes and scenes of blood-red tragedies. His naughty words, a few lively sounds, disappeared in the despair of gongs and drums, and finally he held the sword, only the talisman with a cool heart, and the playful voice of Wanhua in the center of his head, and killing his thoughts.

He was like a walking corpse, and he was full of abnormal anger that could not be extinguished. Zhe Yi blatantly provoked him, and he used several moves to urge his life, which immediately aroused Hao Qidao's long-lost sword move with all his strength.

Although the young man struck quickly, he was not as vicious and despicable as before. It took most of his strength to sneak into the hinterland of Qutang, and his movements were a little slow. At the same time, a hand knife hit his neck, and before he could move again, he threw down a letter and quickly fled away.

Mu Chenfeng couldn't catch up with him because of his ghostly step that suddenly disappeared. He lowered his head amidst the resounding alarm bell, recognized the familiar handwriting on the envelope, his gray pupils contracted instantly, and the blood all over his body seemed to be boiling. .

Jiang Yan invited him to a certain valley in the Qinling Mountains, and specially drew a map with clear brushstrokes, marking it there in every detail, with indifference and sarcasm in his words, every stroke was like a sharp knife piercing his heart, making his boiling blood condense again, The whole body is completely cold.

The majesty of Qutang Gorge surrounded the rapids dock in the sound of the bell, and the Taoist priest in white sneered, smashed the letter paper, and left Qutang to fly away.

Although the place Jiang Yan agreed on was in the hinterland of the Qinling Mountains, it was close to Qingyan and overlooked Huashan Mountain. When Mu Chenfeng arrived, it was snowing suddenly and the sky was cloudless. When his boots stepped on the soft snow, Jiang Yan's memory came back to him. The sentence "the sky is clear and the sun is clear".

The sky is clear and the sun is dark, but they will meet each other eventually and end their grievances.

With cold hatred in his heart, Mu Chenfeng walked along the valley with occasional green pines and green cypresses. His robe fell to the ground, and together with the blade of his sword, he dragged a long mark in the deep snow. , stopped to look up at the first room, and the wicked knight-errant who already had a red robe blocked the way.One person proclaimed the Buddha's name but showed murderous intent, and the other held a sword and ice sword to imprison the dragon—it was the same sect of Jianzong, and several people were waiting far away to outflank, but Jiang Yan did not appear.

He didn't expect Jiang Yan to fight alone with him, but he didn't expect him to show up. Mu Chenfeng's face remained unchanged, and he pointed his sword at the ground, and said coldly: "Get out of the way."

The surrounding villains glanced at each other, obviously not intending to retreat. They clasped the weapons in their hands and turned their meridians, and attacked one after another when they got close to the attacking distance.

"Get out of the way." Mu Chenfeng warned again, and this time he rubbed his fingers across the sword body, the red light flashed, and the Qi pulse was all right, and he used the nine turns of true energy in an instant to push it away. Instrument spirit.

The moves filled with sea of ​​qi and operated with Zixia Qi are extremely powerful, and the opponent's psychological shield against fatal attacks is instantly shattered into nothingness, and he has to retreat to save his life.Mu Chenfeng's killing move is closed when he sees blood, and he doesn't want to fight. He leaps over the Shaolin boxing that was swung at the right time, intending to seal his meridians, and then makes the sect's lightness kung fu, which is light and tall, pass high above the heads of the surrounding villains.

"Mu Chenfeng! Stop!"

Before his brocade boots touched the ground, he just heard a burst of shouting out of thin air, and without thinking, he released a burst of sword energy, and then Xiao Fan's black iron shield reflecting the warm halo of sunlight stood in front of him.

Once the sword move was made, it was never retracted, Xiao Fan stood in front of the shield, and completely reversed his sword energy.

Mu Chenfeng's shoulder hurt like blood, but under Xiao Fan's ruthless gaze, he didn't stop. With the sword in his hand, he drew the sword again with the usual coldness.

The moves were ignorant of backlash, and the speed of the attack made people careless. Xiao Fan couldn't raise his shield in time to get hit by the sword, so he had to retreat a few steps, and said fiercely: "Mu Chenfeng, why are you the only one here?!"

Mu Chenfeng didn't answer, and he never looked at people when his sword moves rose and fell, and he never even blinked.

"Evil people do evil, and your arrogance is also a murderous person. It doesn't matter if you don't say anything, since I took the name of Demon Lord as someone wished, I will kill you first, and then I will kill that Han!" Xiao Fan gritted his teeth. , snapped fingers together to attract the troops, and erected an arrow tower hidden in the mountains and ignited it.

Mu Chenfeng was still silent, he only turned his wrist and turned the tip of the sword, passed the sleeve edge, polished the sword body and fought again.

The Mo Dao that Xiao Fan held high and the order to outflank fell into the air, and the strange sound of the flute rose sharply, followed by the wailing of puppets resounding through the valley one after another. people.

Cang Yun paused, and immediately shouted: "Zhe Yi! What do you mean?!"

"Hee hee, let him come." The boy replied in a relaxed tone without showing up.

Zhe Yi was clearly far away, but the sound poured into his ears as if it was close to his ears. No matter how loud the sound of the flute was, Xiao Fan would have a splitting headache and his consciousness would be shaken instantly.

Mu Chenfeng stood in the encirclement with his head held high, his indifferent and chaotic eyes looked a few times and stopped towards one place, and then he used Qinggong Zongyun to get away from the villain.

Xiao Fan watched Mu Chenfeng disappear into the mist, and angrily said to the cliff: "Zheyi! Why let him go?!"

"Why did you kill him?" The young man asked him again with an ethereal voice near and far.

"As a deputy envoy, Yang Yiran knew that he couldn't do it, but he turned to help me with the music score of 'Wonderful Sound'. Haoqi took advantage of his backlash and internal injuries, and used the strength of the same family to kill the killer. This made me feel different. Vengeance against the heavens!" Xiao Fan took off his helmet to reveal his dark eyes, sharp enough to pierce through the mist.

"Oh, because of that long song...you are also a lunatic..." Zhe Yi patted his palm, and suddenly laughed ghostly, "It's a pity that you can't kill Mu Chenfeng, except Jiang Yan, no one can kill him ……give up……"

The boy's laughter reverberated in the valley for a long time, but Mu Chenfeng had already broken through the mist, with the blood stains on his shoulders, and he landed on a grass field several times with light kungfu, and the serene flute sound replaced Zhe Yi's piercing insect flute Float leisurely.

In the ice and snow of the twelfth lunar month of winter, there is only greenery here, with tall ancient trees in front of it, and the sun shines through the treetops, illuminating the budding flowers.Jiang Yan stood under the tree with his black hair hanging down, with a long and meaningful figure, and with his back turned to him, he played a long and familiar Chang'an tune.

Yiren is still there, and the flowers have not yet bloomed. It is still warm here, but it is colder than anywhere else.He once promised him the bald-headed promise in the prosperous season, but pushed everything into a dark and lightless purgatory.

"Jiang Yan..." Mu Chenfeng looked at his ink-like figure, his vision gradually became blurred, as if stained with blood, and he approached him step by step, "Wangjiangya, was it planned by you?"

The sound of thousands of flutes in black robes and red clothes did not stop, leaving him behind indifferently.

"Song Xiuran... junior brother, was it you who killed him?!" Mu Chenfeng took out the flowery headgear in his hand, and asked again in a hoarse voice, his voice was like a low roar that was frighteningly deep, "Is it you?!"

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, Jiang Yan turned his face slightly, and said calmly, "Yes."

Wan Hua's tone was light, and she said the crime of massacre and neutrality as if nothing had happened. The earrings were no longer there, but there was an evil spirit, and there was no hesitation or remorse in her whole body.

Mu Chenfeng staggered for half a step, and then his blood surged. He stared at his strangely white complexion, put his palms together and threw the headgear to the ground: "So, today, you and I are bound to die!"

When the words fell, the sword energy came out, Jiang Yan smiled contemptuously, raised his hand and raised his flute to receive his hostile sword move, turned to face him and said: "Then we have to see if the Taoist priest has this ability." He stretched out his finger a little , sealed his acupuncture points precisely and mercilessly, and quickly took a few steps away.

The author has something to say: I can finally fight, Brother Hua is playing to his death