[Xue Xiao colleagues] Spring is late

The two drunks were half sober, stumbled and were escorted by Xiao Xingchen to a more remote mountain. The frail lights of the red lanterns were flickering and frightened, and they were extinguished by shaking their hands.It was pitch black all around, a hand with a tricky angle was pushed out from behind, the palm of the palm gleamed with a faint light, a few poisonous needles were caught between the fingers, and while a few creepy crows were crowing, they slapped Xiao Xingchen on the back.

The wind became colder, whimpering and swallowing, every time he slapped his face, he felt as if he had been slapped severely, Xiao Xingchen didn't turn his head back, his left arm suddenly stretched out, and the sleeves of his clothes were raised back when his wrists were turned , the bony fingers suddenly tightened when the poisonous needle was about to be pierced into the back, and there was a 'click' sound of the neck breaking, and they quickly scattered against the wind in the quiet night when the fingers could not be seen.

At present, one person's calf softened, and he fell to his knees, "Daoist, please forgive me!"

The position of the blade didn't shift the slightest bit, it moved down along with the man's kneeling motion, and it was still not too high or too low on the fragile neck. , the feeling of being on the verge of death is like a poisonous snake, with sharp fangs close in front of your eyes, and another cry: "Taoist! Rao..."

"Let's go!" The cry was forced back into the throat, the drunkard was covered with cold sweat, coughed and bumped into the blade of the sword, his body trembled and he stopped his mouth in a hurry. Neat, under the cover of tall jungles, the red walls and blue tiles are close at hand.

There are rolling mountains behind, a smooth and clean road to the left, and a quiet river not far to the right, and there are still a few boats whose outlines cannot be seen clearly parked by the river.

The house number not far away is clearly reflected by the lanterns on both sides. The three big characters of Feiyunzhuang are vigorous, vigorous and solemn. When the drunkard saw the front of the door, he immediately turned around, folded his hands and kept bowing: "I have already led the way, Daoist Do not kill me..."

Xiao Xingchen retracted his sword, hung it on the ground, turned around and said, "Then don't help the tyrant, let's go."

"Yes...yes, thank you, Daoist, thank you, Daoist!" The man bent over and retreated step by step, and suddenly ran wildly, piercing the night with a sharp shout: "Master, get up! Someone is coming..."

He stuck the word 'door' back, and the rest of the voice stopped abruptly. Looking down, a cold white sword blade came from his back, pierced his shoulder and pierced his heart. The man turned his head, terrified. Glancing at Xiao Xingchen, he pointed at his hand, "You...your words...don't count!"

His body went limp, and he stared angrily. In just the blink of an eye, a row of lights lit up in the front yard, and the door was pushed open with a 'creak' sound, and a figure walked out of it.This man was of medium build, neither tall nor low, dressed in green clothes and dimly illuminated by the lights, his eyes were gloomy like eagle mounds.

"Chang Ping." Xiao Xingchen frowned, staring closely at the person in front of him: "It turns out that you are playing tricks."

Chang Ping glanced at the person who died in front of the door, her face turned dark, and she said unhealed, "It turned out to be the Taoist priest Mingyue Qingfengxiao. I don't know why you came to kill people in front of my house in the middle of the night?"

Xiao Xingchen frowned and asked: "You originally lived in Liyang, and you traveled so far for thousands of miles, did you come here to raise dead bodies and harm the people?"

Chang Pingyou sneered: "Master Xiao has to give evidence when he speaks, which eye of yours saw me raising a walking corpse?"

Xiao Xingchen said: "I followed this person all the way here, do you dare to say that this person is not a servant of your Chang family?"

"Why don't you dare." Chang Ping said: "I don't know this person at all, and I don't know where you found him. Why do you say that my Chang family keeps walking corpses, and my whole family moved from Liyang just for I was hiding from disaster, my father was killed by Ling Chi, but I couldn't find the murderer, my wife, children and relatives were terrified every day, and I couldn't sleep at night. I was afraid that someone would come to my house while I was out.

Xiao Xingchen was almost sure that it was Chang Ping who did it. Unexpectedly, when he found the door, he was a rogue and denied it. He was too lazy to entangle with this person, wasting his tongue, and sent forward with his sword in his hand: " Whether it is true or not, I must go in to find out, but my Shuanghua Sword can say that you are not innocent."

Chang Ping still didn't understand what he meant, so she looked in the direction of his arm, and saw the ice-white sword swaying wildly in his hand, humming, clang, clang, and shaking. Yue flew into the air, passed Chang Ping in the blink of an eye, and flew towards the backyard guided by Shuanghua.

Who knew that he would rush as soon as he said, Chang Ping turned around immediately in shock, followed him closely, and hurried into the backyard.

Xiao Xingchen broke into the courtyard, and immediately felt that something was wrong. The courtyard was windy and lifeless, and the frost in his hand was whirring non-stop. There were figures, those shadows were extremely fast and sensitive, and they came to the front from the hidden corridor in the blink of an eye.

He immediately resisted with his sword, but found that these walking corpses were different from ordinary walking corpses, and they were not quite like living corpses. A lot harder.

Xiao Xingchen's swordsmanship is superb and has profound spiritual power, absolutely no exaggeration. The frost in his hands moves with the corpse's aura, injecting spiritual power into stabbing upwards and downwards, and his white clothes are not even a bit vulnerable among a group of walking corpses.With a wave of his wide sleeves, he jumped up like a floating lotus under his feet. When the walking corpse retreated, he saw a row of houses not far away flashing red, and faintly heard low-pitched roars.

His intuition told him that there must be something more terrifying inside, and he was about to go over to check it out, when Chang Ping came in a hurry, holding a golden bell 'jingling dingling' and shaking it a few times, and then palmed the wind behind him. Continuously intertwined with each other, Xiao Xingchen hurriedly ducked down to dodge, the tip of the sword turned and stabbed behind him, and the stabbed corpse closed his hands unconsciously, and slapped Xiao Xingchen on the head fiercely.

He spun on the spot, unable to retreat, the tip of the sword suddenly became faster, his wrist retracted, the blade of the sword passed across the top of his head, his head was quickly tilted back, and in the blink of an eye, the necks of a row of walking corpses behind him were cut. It became more and more brisk, and when it was pressed back, the skin and flesh were instantly separated, and the head fell to the ground.

Xiao Xingchen didn't care about other walking corpses, and flew out of the encirclement. The doors and windows not far away were closed, the red light became more intense, and a roar shattered the night sky amidst the gray smoke. As soon as the ground got dark, a sharp pain slid from half of the shoulder to the waist and abdomen.

A gust of blood rushed towards her face from her nostrils, she stretched out her hand to touch it, and there were several bloody paw prints on her body, Chang Ping was overjoyed and laughed loudly: "Ayao, you're done?"

The light suddenly lit up in the room, Xiao Xingchen squinted his eyes slightly, and a strong smelly wind rushed down his head, he hurriedly dodged sideways, dodged the tables and chairs and hit the wall behind him, before turning his head, a roar almost covered his ears Above the head, Xiao Xingchen was startled, slumped down and rolled on the spot, and kicked out horizontally with his feet, hitting the head of that thing.

Only then did I have time to look at it, but it turned out to be an adult white tiger with scarlet eyes, about the size of two people in length, huge in size, and extremely fierce. It was kicked by Xiao Xingchen and was walking slowly with its teeth bared. Look at the timing and pounce on it.

Xiao Xingchen looked back, vaguely felt that the boy in front of him was very familiar, but after thinking about it carefully, it was the boy from the Chang family who was trampled under by Xue Yang in the Chang residence in Liyang, but was rescued by him.

Before he had time to look again, the white tiger raised its forelegs and clawed down fiercely. Xiao Xingchen aimed at the space where it raised its hand, and the long sword stabbed out quickly.He thought that this sword would definitely hit the white tiger's heart, but he didn't expect that thing to be very shrewd. Its huge body twisted violently, its limbs covered the front of its body from top to bottom, and its tail hit the blade with a sweep.

Xiao Xingchen's arm was numb, and he slammed into the table in the middle of the room unsteadily, and Chang Ping burst out laughing amidst a bang, "A Yao is really my Chang family's treasure, your move is really good, even the famous move All the Xiao Xingchens in the world can't stand it anymore."

He was very happy, and the smile on his face was unconcealed. Many months ago, he and A Yao met a demon tiger in the mountains. He spent more than a month and used several traps and bound immortals. Shengcai got this monster into his hands, and since he was a child, A Yao had a clear mind, and he didn't know how many ways to shock and surprise people. Do what you say.

They prepared for Xu Yue, and they didn't know how much spiritual consciousness they took from living people. Xiao Xingchen happened to catch up with him and used him to practice. He didn't forget what A Yao said, when his father died, Xiao Xingchen also On the spot, even though Xue Yang was prevented from killing more people, whoever made him unlucky, he likes to meddle in other people's affairs, even Dinghu, Fuzhou, and other trivial matters.

Xiao Xingchen retreated step by step and was forced to hide in a corner. With a calm expression, he looked at A Yao and asked, "You didn't lose your memory at all back then? Did you deliberately lead me to Qingmei Villa?" He set out from the East Pavilion and went all the way. After checking the missing people, who knew that they got lost after approaching an unknown village. At that time, there was a child sitting under a tree behind the village. He was smeared and playing with a ball of mud. His slender eyes were exactly the same as today. At the beginning, he also called himself A Yao, and said that he had seen a group of outsiders heading towards Qingmei Villa, and even led him along the way.

It's really deep and far-sighted, and it's vicious at such a young age!

A few years have passed, A Yao is now 12 years old, she is gloating and giggling, if outsiders don't know, she looks like a carefree little boy, but who knows how ruthless his wolfish ambitions are.

He grinned at Xiao Xingchen, and said with a smile: "I used the spiritual consciousness of fifty living people to enlighten this spirit tiger, so it can understand [-]% of my commands and communicate with me. I was bumped into by you after I was done, do you think it is fate? Daoist Xiao has always been kind-hearted, and he is definitely not willing to let me experiment with others, why don't you help me to try how powerful it is!"

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand fiercely, the demon tiger jumped onto the table, several times, its sharp claws appeared coldly, and slashed down at Xiao Xingchen, Xiao Xingchen hid in a hurry, and A Yao said with a smile: " Don't worry, when you saved my life, I definitely wouldn't let it kill you, at most put you in a cage and live with it, so that you can practice your skills every day."

The bloody mouth of the bloody wind pressed on step by step, the howling of the monster tiger pierced the sky, and the Shuanghua sword shone coldly. Xiao Xingchen lifted his feet and walked down, clasped his hands together, and quickly slid out from under the tiger's belly, a line of blood suddenly disappeared. Bursting out, bright red blood beads rolled down from the tip of the sword.He raised his head and screamed, and he scratched the lower part of the tiger's belly. In an instant, the monster tiger attacked more violently, and it kept flying around in the big room. One person and one tiger refused to give in to each other. Xiao Xingchen was dodging sideways, and the immortal outside the house The walking corpse rushed into the house again and again.

Chang Ping was puzzled and said, "Ah Yao, don't you want to try this tiger? Why did you let the dead body come in together?"

A Yao said with a blank expression: "It's better to fight quickly, and it's never too late to play again in the future."

While speaking, Xiao Xingchen was thrown on the back by the monster tiger, his clothes were torn immediately, and his back was bleeding profusely. He was unsteadily holding his sword on the ground, and hideous walking corpses surged up in front of him. After being repelled a few steps, before he could take advantage of the situation to kill, the demon tiger took advantage of the victory and pursued. There was a sharp pain in his right arm, and blood gushed out in an instant.He reluctantly turned his head, only to see Yaohu holding half of his shoulder in his mouth, with a hint of irony in his ferociousness, very much like Ah Yao's slender eyebrows and eyes.

Cold sweat rolled down Xiao Xingchen's forehead. He quickly took over Shuanghua with his left hand. Gathering all his strength, he kicked up with his toes and hit the demon tiger on the head. The demon tiger shook a few times and dragged him back. To be dragged into the huge cage behind.Xiao Xingchen clenched his five fingers tightly, injecting [-]% of his spiritual power, and a move of Frost Traveling Thousands of Miles came in an instant. The monster tiger suddenly let go, shook its head and roared, and the walking corpse in front of him also staggered and fell to the ground.

The frosty sword light filled the room, and the cold sword blade fell from the sky like thousands of thin needles, blood mist splashed wherever it went, like steel needles piercing the body.

A Yao yelled in surprise, "Not good!"

Before the words were finished, the moving steps were beaten back by the sword light. In a panic, Xiao Xingchen was grabbed by the demon tiger again to his back. The man kicked the demon tiger on the head with his strength, and he turned over like an arrow flying out of the door.