I turned my head and looked back through the fence, the complicated patterns were first reflected in my eyes, surrounded by the audience, my brother stood there, looking straight at me, he made a gesture to me, with the iron fan across his neck On the ground, he made a life-threatening action-he asked me to kill more quickly.Then he pulled Shan Qiong Lin Jing back a little, Shan Jin yawned lazily, and spread his five fingers to slightly cover his face.

"Oh—really? Then you can come and get it, but before that, let me have a fight with that bald donkey first, I am still very sympathetic." He bit the four words "pity the fragrance and cherish the jade" and smiled. It was full of malice, and my eyes swayed around me. I looked at the people on the other side of the stage, and I simply backed away. I stood in a corner opposite the famous sect, watching the fight between Hua Fan and Monk Liansheng.

Monk Liansheng didn't respond to the title of bald donkey, but squinted his eyes lazily, squinted at Huafan opposite him, took a sip of wine with a wine gourd, and said, "Oh——Palace Master Huafanhua, she is insane Already? Or sick? Monk, I have always disdain to bully people."

Hua Fan smiled, and said slowly: "Born like this." He looked at the monk in front of him without any respect, the monk didn't know what he was thinking of, he almost choked on the wine, Hua Fan didn't even say hello, and directly He rushed up, still holding the very useless umbrella in his hand, and the whip in his hand was like a long snake with a tricky angle, directly twisting around the neck of the person.

Monk Liansheng flicked away the falling wine, channeled his internal energy, and the wine rushed out like beads. He staggered a few steps, cleverly avoiding the blossoming whips, stuffed the wine gourd, tied it around his waist, and held the wine bottle as if he was drunk. He looked at Hua Fan with drunken eyes, and read out a nonsense that all monks love to say: "Almsgiver, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn your head to the shore, put down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha immediately."

"Are you joking, you bald donkey? Since the sea of ​​bitterness has no limit, how can there be a shore when you turn back?" He sneered, and gave another fierce whip, swaying to avoid the bead of wine. It shattered and fell into the dust.

"I would like to ferry you ashore." The monk Liansheng, who was drinking and eating meat, put away the frivolous look on his face, and said seriously, his clothes hadn't been washed for a long time, and he couldn't tell what color it was, but He was wearing this ridiculous clothes, and said every word, like a promise, but in his eyes, it was clearly confession, as if mixed with guilt.

Hua Fan smiled coldly when he heard the words, he didn't say a single word of nonsense, he did light work, and when I managed to capture an afterimage, the fierce long whip in Hua Fan's hand had already wrapped around the neck of Monk Liansheng , Monk Liansheng was able to protect with one hand, but his neck was still wrapped, Hua Fan pulled the long whip in his hand, and shortened the distance between himself and Monk Liansheng, word by word, viciously said: "But I don't want to."

The whip tightened again, like a long snake about to hang someone to death, the elder of Xiaolang Sect stood with his sword in his hand, as if he felt that the timing was wrong and wanted to rush over, Monk Liansheng just smiled generously, I thought it was I misunderstood, but the monk closed his fingers and crushed the long whip, Hua Fan directly discarded the long whip in his hand, and the monk Liansheng slapped several palms, this time he was merciless.

Huafan backed away a few steps, unfolded the umbrella in her hand, the umbrella with red background and white plums, the white plums were implicated into a flirtatious appearance for no reason, when the umbrella unfolded, I realized that the ribs of the umbrella were black, and I don’t know what it was made of of.

I thought Hua Fan was crazy, and actually used an umbrella to withstand Monk Liansheng's palm of life and death. What I was expecting, the umbrella ribs burst and the umbrella surface shattered and flew away did not appear, but the umbrella actually resisted.

Monk Liansheng backed away, frowned, Hua Fan turned around the umbrella in his hand, the black handle of the umbrella, and the fingers as white as cold jade, the two contrasted with each other, they were so sharp that they appeared gorgeous for no reason, his figure under the shadow With a smile in his eyes, he took a few steps back, picked the leaves of the flowers on the stage for decoration, and picked the flowers and leaves.

When the skill is up, even if you don't have a sharp blade, picking flowers and flying leaves can hurt people.

"Tianji Umbrella? Is Ying Rushi dead?" Someone below suddenly shouted.It was only then that I thought of the mysterious Umbrella of Secrets that existed in the legend, and because of the existence of that person, it was like an illusory legend fabricated by people in the Jianghu, not to mention her Umbrella of Secrets.There are many things like umbrellas, but Tianji Umbrellas are rare in time.

The umbrella surface is made of silk, which needs to be woven with secret methods. The umbrella ribs are made of black iron wood. It takes only a hundred years for black iron wood to grow a circle of ordinary trees. When cutting down, you need to use magic weapons, and the number of black iron wood is small. Born on the top of a cliff, it is said that this heavenly secret umbrella was given to Yingrushi by Shijing. The world thinks it is a legend. Yingrushi itself is a cloud of fog, and how can an umbrella be a magical weapon? , how convenient is it to use a sword, no matter how bad it is, it should be a fan.

"I have a child, he is born a different kind just like you, but I have lost him forever." Liansheng paused, and said compassionately: "I really don't want to kill you very much."

The second half of his sentence was light and light, like a joke, Hua Fan lowered his head, and rushed out with lightness kung fu, the discussion about the Tianji Umbrella and Monk Liansheng's past, which was about to explode, was overwhelmed by Hua Fan The fight that went out was blocked.

This is the real fight. The previous fights were like a prank to test each other. The umbrella behind Huafan closed instantly. In his sleeve, the Hidden Blade in his hand was like rippling water patterns, with shimmering light, which was extremely dazzling in the sun.

This is the first time I've seen Hua Fan look like this. He strikes fiercely and takes people's lives with his moves. Slow, but with ease, Huafan can only kill people, Monk Liansheng is indeed a monk, but he is a monk who has reformed evil and returned to righteousness.

People in the Devil's Cult naturally understand the people in the Devil's Cult.Ginger is still old and spicy, not to mention that Monk Liansheng also learned the Buddhist Palm of Life and Death.

Hua Fan's move was indeed impulsive. He stood in ambush from all sides, fighting alone, without help.The head of Xiaolang Sect and Monk Liansheng are not the same kind of people. The two fought together in the early years, and Monk Liansheng would always be hunted down by the current head of Xiaolang Sect. Later, after experiencing a fight together, the relationship between the two It's getting better, and we can fight against powerful enemies together.

Now, the head of Xiaolang Sect is still here.I bit my lower lip, wishing I could rush forward and kill Hua Fan, he still owed me his life, even if he died, he deserved to die in my hands, not these decent people who coveted his life for the sake of fame and fortune, the smell of makeup When I took a bite, it was greasy with a floral fragrance, and the taste was not very good. ,

I wiped my lips, leaving a tinge of red on my hand. When I raised my head again, Hua Fansheng received a palm of life and death, but he smiled strangely. The knife in his hand floated away from Monk Liansheng's neck lightly. It was just a blood line drawn, from bottom to top, the blood dripped along the sword, Hua Fan took a few steps back, swallowing the blood in his throat.

Monk Liansheng fell to his knees.

Xiaolang sent the leader to rush out to help Monk Liansheng. He pulled out the sword called Shanse. Mo Weidao, there were still people shouting the name of the head of Xiaolang Sect, but the next second, the head of Xiaolang Sect clasped Monk Liansheng's shoulder, and the long sword named Shanse was buried in Monk Liansheng's body, The other half came out dripping with blood.

The audience was suddenly silent.

Hua Fan didn't seem to have any accidents, she rushed up again without a trace of lightness kung fu, but the master of Xiaolang Sect who succeeded missed him and rushed towards me, I watched quietly, how could I Thinking of what could turn the matter around, before the sword I swung subconsciously, someone slapped my neck from behind, and before I swung the sword with my right hand, someone slapped my wrist to death. Kaixueman.

The person behind kicked Xueman off the stage, and I couldn't help shaking all over my body. This kind of pain and the clasped hands on the neck were all too familiar. The clasped neck was so close that I was about to suffocate. It hurts so much that it is about to break, and it will be twisted by life in the next second. What next? ——In the next step, there should be a scream.

After screaming—it should be begging for mercy with tears streaming down his face.

Way Wei, I'm in so much pain, I beg you to let me go...

I bit my lower lip, my head hurt badly, the tulle gently brushed my face, and I heard Hua Fan shouting: "The way is small!!!" It was like the roar of a wild beast.

My head was grabbed by someone, my brain exploded, I was not clear, I had a severe headache, it was terribly fatal, at this life-threatening time, I wished I could find a wall to hit a few times, and knock myself unconscious It's better in the past.

"What can you do with me, Hua Fan, his life is in my hands." In a trance, I saw Hua Fan's eyes, like the gorgeous and magnificent twilight, dyeing the world into deep red, and I don't know why in the sun. What is shining, like a clear red crystal, so beautiful.

I was dizzy, and I raised my hand to grab it, but a more immature face of Huafan appeared in front of me, the alienation in my eyes was thick, and the white hair was like moonlight like snow. When I picked it up, it was soft, and I pounced on it , flung himself into the arms of the Anshenxiang who was covered with livid greens, the liuqing smell was slightly cold, with a sense of ice and snow.

The hands of the people I hug are cold, but I don't want to let go, I just feel that Xia Xia is really comfortable to hold, like cold jade.

Memories surged in an instant, I was confused facing that evil face, someone raised his hand and brushed the corner of my eyes, saying maliciously: "Your eyes are still the eyes of the child I like, You look like this, it's very interesting." The hand was warm, with the temperature of an ordinary person, but it was disgusting, as if it was kneading some plaything.

A sharper dagger was suddenly placed on his neck, he slapped his neck a few times, and finally laying peacefully sideways, he smiled and said, "Hua Fan, what can you do to me."

I lowered my head suddenly, opened my mouth and bit the dagger directly, my wrist seemed to snap and was twisted, I held the Cicada Wing Knife in my hand, suppressed the restlessness in my heart, let the river of memories flood, the pain Forced me to finally grasp the shattered reason, I swung a knife, my father taught me a life-saving knife, day and night, I practiced the knife for a full ten years.

That knife turned into a waning moon, slanted across, and the mountain stabbed towards me, I was afraid I couldn't stop it, I thought, and felt that it was really worthwhile to give someone a knife.

Someone grabbed me by the collar and hurriedly snatched the knife from my mouth. I subconsciously clenched my mouth tightly and refused to let go. Then I heard my senior brother scold me: "I'm afraid this little bastard is stupid, you take him away quickly."

Someone hugged me from behind, I smelled the smell of roses, I shook my head and thought it shouldn't be this smell, but felt that the embrace was very familiar, he let me let go in a low voice, hugged me and comforted me softly , To reassure me, he said, "I'm here, and I won't leave in the future."

I finally let go, and suddenly remembered that this person was Hua Fan.

There's a void in my heart that I can't fill.

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