ten steps one kill

But you can resonate and resonate together, that's why you dare to call yourself luthiers. When there were five of you in the past, the formation must have been more rigorous. "

Zhu Yu said coldly: "You have some skills, but it's too late to see through."

"It's not too late," An Guangsha said with a happy face, "I just concentrated on learning the rules of your music playing, and now I can distinguish the timbre of each of you. It turns out that the rhythm is not difficult to understand. Much simpler than I imagined."

Zhu Yu was taken aback again, and his eyes were fixed on An Guangsha's face—it turned out that this man was sweating profusely and panting, not out of fear, but out of concentration.Because he dispatched all his internal energy to his ears, trying to hear the enemy's sword technique, that's why he was so exhausted.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yu's heart tightened a little, but there was still a contemptuous smile on his face: "I'm curious what you heard?"

An Guangsha replied loudly: "A group of rabble, a piece of decadent music."

Zhu Yu's face darkened.

Tian Gong and Ruan Jiao also turned dark immediately.They usually accompany Xue Yuguan and hear words like honey, how have they ever been insulted like this.

Tamiya was the youngest and the most impulsive, holding the flying knife horizontally in front of his eyes, and said angrily: "I think you are going to die."

His throwing knife had never spared the lives of others, and now it was as impatient as a bloodthirsty beast, and it couldn't wait to shine with a cold silver light.

An Guangsha shook his head again, and said: "You are wrong, I cherish my life very much, because of scum like you, I can't die, I want to survive, I will teach you a lesson!"

Sanqin didn't speak anymore, because they had nothing to say to An Guangsha.

The music they played suddenly accelerated in an instant, as if the water flowed to the end of the cliff and fell down the cliff.The clanging of cold blades ripped through the wind, which shrieked to aid their melody.

Countless lights of swords and swords gathered in one place, and the rays of light were also squeezed into the line, shining like sunlight penetrating through the cracks in the stone.

They laughed together, and Tamiya's smile was the deepest, his throwing knife couldn't wait, he wanted to use this light to strangle the disrespectful person to death in a cage, and make all the knights and heroes in the world respect his name from now on.

He jumped out excitedly, but felt a sudden lightness in his hand.

His eyes widened in surprise, the flying knife in front of him didn't have time to pierce the enemy's heart, and before it even left his palm, it was cut off from the base of the blade and withered like a weak blade of grass.

The flying blade galloped towards his own shoulder.

He suddenly came back to his senses, quickly turned sideways, the blade that had lost his support slashed past his shoulder, flew to the distance, and nailed it to the pillar behind the ring.

His strings were interrupted by this.

Zhu Yu and Ruan Jiao also showed expressions of horror. Because each of them has a different voice, each of them cannot be replaced by a companion. As long as one of them loses, the melody woven by the three of them will completely collapse.

In An Guangsha's hand, the sharpness of the spear was shining brightly, and the sharpness in his eyes was revealed as he looked at Zhu Yu with his jet-black eyes.It was only then that Zhu Yu realized that the enemy was so close to him, and just now this person used the blade behind him to deal with Tamong.

When An Guangxia cut off Tamiya's flying knife, not only did he not waste much effort, he didn't even look at it.

His epiphany came too late, the spear shook out against the wind, and it was thrown straight at the bottom of his hand like a bamboo.

Zhu Yu is used to wielding long sabers, good at attacking but not good at defending, he was negligent for a moment, and was taken advantage of by the opponent, who forced him to retreat several feet in succession, and managed to keep the weapon in his hand from falling, but the piano formation of the three of them ended there. Collapsed, only Ruan Jiao was left.

Holding a machete, Ruan Jiao attacked from the side while An Guangsha shot Zhu Yu.

No matter how sharp the spear is, it only has one shaft and two pieces of iron. Taking into account the front and back, it is bound to neglect the left and right. Ruan Jiao is aiming at this kind of opportunity. To deal with him, it is definitely not as fast as his changes in moves.

Sure enough, just as An Guangsha forced Zhu Yu back, before he could retract the gun in his hand, he saw the scimitar approaching, and his eyes widened in astonishment.

Ruan Jiao was heartbroken, and shouted loudly: "You have three heads and six arms, and you should use them up!"

The round blade of the scimitar was facing outwards, pressing towards An Guangsha's throat, it was about to strangle his throat and cut off his head.

Unbelievably, the blade was firmly blocked by two forces from the left and right, as if it had hit the south wall.

The long spear in An Guangsha's hand split from the middle, turned into two short spears, held firmly in his left and right hands.

The long spear turned into a double stab, and his body style was very different. Before Ruan Jiao recovered his senses, he was overturned to the ground, and the scimitar was thrown out of his hand in embarrassment, and was stepped on by the opponent.

An Guangxia stepped on Ruan Jiao's saber, and the two swords in his hands pressed against the throats of Zhu Yu and Tian Gong.

In just a short while, the three of them had exhausted their means, but he still had a lot of energy left.

His eyes swept over the three of them, and said in a flat tone: "It seems that I won."

Ruan Jiao sat paralyzed on the ground, cursed, and turned his gaze to Tian Gong.

Tian Gong narrowed his eyes, looked over An Guangsha's shoulder, and looked at Zhu Yu opposite.

Zhu Yu was the only one among the three who did not lose his weapon. He lowered his eyes, slowly wiped the long knife with his left sleeve, and slowly put it back into the scabbard.

An Guangsha also let out a long sigh of relief.

Naturally, he didn't see that Xue Yuguan, who had been silently watching the battle below the ring, finally raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a deep smile.

Xue Yuguan's smile came so abruptly that even the members of the Bloody Clothes Gang were surprised, and asked: "Guild leader...the three of them lost, why are you so happy?"

"Losing?" Xue Yuguan shook his head, "No, they won't lose."

As if confirming these words, the next moment, a puff of smoke rose from the soles of An Guangsha's feet.

There is only a faint layer of smoke, like the mist left in the empty stream after a new rain.If it weren't for a gust of wind blowing violently towards the bottom of the sleeves, An Guangsha wouldn't even notice it, let alone the audience.

They only saw that An Guangsha's movements froze suddenly.

As the smoke evaporated, An Guangsha's sight was covered with a layer of white mist, and the blue sky, the interlaced mountains near and far, and the towering Sword Pond all faded from his vision.The three coveted opponents also turned into three blurred shadows, and soon, he couldn't even see the shadows.

But he knew that those three people must not have left the ring.and.Hee.彖.right.read.Chia.

They must still be waiting, smiling, waiting for the moment when they are trapped and helpless.

Xue Yuguan was waving his fan under the stage, the smile on his face deepened, and he said in a calm manner: "As long as I see a famous family who claims to be noble, I will be so disgusted that I can't eat. Finally feel comfortable," said while turning his gaze to the side, "Woman, how about you, don't you feel refreshed too?"

"What are you doing to me?" Chi Lian said coldly, her gray eyes were somewhat gloomy, as if the mist had filled her eyes, covering up the light in her heart.

Xue Yuguan laughed and said: "Speaking of which, I have to thank you for your unique hidden weapon. This 'falling into the nine heavens' really deserves its reputation. Even the proud young master will inevitably fall into the mundane world, and it is difficult to fly with his wings."

"His fate has nothing to do with me." Chi Lian interrupted the other party, hiding his expression under the veil, still watching the situation on the stage with his eyes.

Of course, An Guangsha didn't see these two people, nor did he hear the conversation between them.

The strange smoke not only blinded his eyes, but also blocked his ears. What is more terrible than not being able to see is not being able to hear.His ears were buzzing, as if he had fallen from a thousand miles high, his ears were paralyzed by the violent wind, and he couldn't even distinguish the sound from a few feet away.

Knowing that danger is lurking beside him at any moment, he is alone and helpless, and falls into the enemy's trap alone.

It turned out that this was the real cage the other party was talking about.

He doesn't want to die yet.

He must survive and tell the world with his own actions that Xiling Village is innocent. The hundreds of warriors who followed him in the village, no matter how old or young, are all heroes. Take a peek at the crimes of Jiangshan Sheji.

He was imprisoned unjustly, and almost died on the execution ground. Fortunately, the new emperor succeeded to the throne and gave amnesty to the world. The ownership of Mo Xie Sword.

The martial arts conference is his last chance.Although he is at the end of his life, he has never given up the dignity of a famous martial arts family.

At this moment, his dignity was trampled underfoot by shameless people.He felt very remorseful, regretted that he had not been vigilant, and hated the enemy for being so treacherous and cunning.

He wants to live.

As if God had heard his wish, a vague voice pierced through layers of fog and penetrated into his ears.

"—Young Master!"

He froze in place.

He knew that this voice must be shouting very loudly, so that he could tear off the diaphragm attached to his ear and let him hear it.The texture of the voice was muddy and rough, as if it always contained a mouthful of phlegm. He heard it from childhood to adulthood, and he was very familiar with it.The owner of the voice is the deceased father's sworn sworn brother, his righteous uncle Feng Si.

When his father was alive, Feng Si was the most loyal subordinate of Xiling Village. After his father passed away, Feng Si still stayed by his side, acting as his right-hand man. He ran to clear his innocence.

He felt chills down his spine, his throat seemed to be stuck with glue, and he couldn't make a sound. He opened his mouth hoarsely, trying to call out: "Uncle Fourth, go back quickly—"

He didn't know if the other party could hear him, he couldn't even hear his own voice clearly, the brief moment was elongated by the silence, and it became extremely hard to bear, his heart was hanging in his throat, and the enemy's cold blade was chasing after him. near the throat.Relying on the experience left over from years of fighting against each other, even if he doesn't need eyes or ears, he can still feel the murderous intent approaching.

Feng Si also rushed to his side at this time.

A huge force pushed him away.He fell over in embarrassment, threw himself on the ground, and rolled far away like a snowball. His hands instinctively hugged something that was just a short distance away—the pair of shoulders that pushed him away.

Then, he felt wet and sticky in the palm of his hand, and something gurgled out from the tight and warm body, accompanied by a strong fishy smell, rushing into his nose.

The smell of blood.

His nose was freed, his throat was no longer sticky, and the scene in front of him reappeared in his eyes.

But he would rather see nothing.

Feng Si fell in front of him, with three throwing knives sticking out of his back, a hole was pierced through the left shoulder blade by the sharp blade, the entire right shoulder was cut off, and half of his arm fell a few feet away. , where the white mist filled the place, it seemed to be forgotten alone in a pool of blood.

One of the flying knives pierced through the vest pierced the deepest, piercing through the back blade, and through the body, a cold white blade was exposed from the chest and heart.

"Fourth uncle, fourth uncle—!"

An Guangsha looked at the sky and wailed heart-piercingly.

The sky was as blue as before, but Feng Si's eyes were cloudy, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and the lines in his eyes spread outwards, losing their brilliance.Blood was bubbling from the nostrils and the corners of the mouth, blurring the vicissitudes of the rough cheeks, and the normally rosy cheeks slowly faded to blue.

Feng Si died so completely that he didn't even leave a last word, but there was a smile on the corner of his bloody mouth, a pure smile, as if he was relieved that he had protected the people around him.

An Guangsha slowly laid Uncle Yi's body flat, then stood up from the dead man, looked at the enemy opposite, and said word by word: "You actually shot to kill!"

Zhu Yu just shrugged his shoulders and said: "Young master, didn't you say that you fought with the three of us alone, why did Feng Si suddenly rush up to fight for you, did you break the rules?"

An Guangsha froze in place, as if he couldn't believe his ears.His closest relatives were tragically killed by Zhu Yu's knife, but Zhu Yu was telling him the rules of martial arts.

The words "Young Master" spit out from Zhu Yu's mouth, how ironic and vicious it sounded.

But he couldn't refute Zhu Yu's words, one against three was the condition he personally agreed to.

Tian Gong echoed from the side: "After all, this young master has just come out of the sky prison. The chivalry in the past may have been thrown on the execution ground long ago."

Ruan Jiao also said: "An Guangsha oppresses the people and deceives the emperor, and now he brings a group of crooked ways to break the rules of the martial arts conference. If we destroy his ambition, we can be regarded as doing justice for the heavens."

An Guangsha gritted his teeth.

How much he wanted to kill these three scumbags with his own hands and avenge his fourth uncle.However, the desperate brother is still looking at him from the audience, and the dedicated father is still looking at him in the sky.

Xiling Village has lost the status of a famous family and has become a reckless man. If he even abandons the dignity of a famous family, he will really only be reduced to the laughing stock of martial arts people from now on.

The sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes should be happy with their grievances, but he has a grudge that he cannot avenge, so he can only swallow his anger.

It turned out that this was the cage that sanqin wove for him.

He had crushed his teeth, and there was blood in his mouth.

He wished he could bleed more.

"--shameless!"

Duan Changya stood up abruptly from the stage.

He was not a person full of joy and anger, and he seldom even spoke loudly, but the long sword behind his back trembled with the shaking of his shoulders, as if expressing the anger in his chest on behalf of his master.

He has every reason to be angry.The arena was supposed to be a place for fair competition, but some chivalrous men died of conspiracy and tricks, and were killed in broad daylight.Those who helped the righteous way were threatened by Xiaoxiao's generation, and fell into a dilemma with no way out.

He couldn't wait to make a move.

But Duan Qichang stopped him and ordered in a stern voice: "Chang Ya, sit down."

"Father--"

"I tell you to sit down!"

Duan Changya took a deep breath, and finally sat back beside Duan Qichang.

Although his people had already sat down, their anger was still burning vigorously, and he said to Duan Qichang: "Those three scum who claim to be luthiers are colluding with each other, deceiving people too much, and their methods are despicable and shameless. Where is the decent face of the famous family?"

Duan Qichang sighed: "Could it be that you are the only one left in the martial arts world?"

Duan Changya said: "Regardless of others, I did not learn swordsmanship to be a coward."

As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Qichang raised his hand suddenly, and slapped Tiantu and Lingxu acupoints on his chest, then pressed his forearm, and put his fingers on Waiguan acupoint to apply force.

Duan Changya's body swayed, the expression on his face did not change, his brows were still raised and his face was straight, but his face became pale. When he looked closely, he saw beads of sweat constantly oozing from the top of his head.

Duan Qichang said seriously: "Chang Ya, do you have to disobey my order?"

Duan Changya didn't answer.

Duan Qichang continued: "It's not that you don't say it, but you can't say it out. If I attack your acupoints with inner strength and restrict the movement of your meridian qi, you will be too painful to open your mouth."

Contrary to Duan Qichang's expectation, although the acupuncture points were restricted and he was in severe pain, Duan Changya opened his mouth slowly, his lips trembling, and said word by word: "Father, please allow me to help others."

Although his voice was small, his tone was still firm as usual.

Duan Qichang looked shocked, staring at him for a long time, and finally relaxed the strength in his hand.

Duan Changya took a deep breath, secretly adjusted his Qiyun, the hair on his temples was wetted with bean-sized beads of sweat, and his lips became as pale as his complexion.

Seeing his appearance, Duan Qichang felt both pity and anger in his heart, unable to say anything, he hesitated for a long time before saying: "Stop messing around, even I can figure out your weakness, not to mention those cunning young people, With this wounded body, what's the use of shooting?"

Duan Changya said: "I will do my best to fight."

"You are so impulsive and determined to go your own way, can you consider the consequences?"

"If you care about the consequences in everything, it will be too late to save people. Father, you taught me since childhood that martial arts practitioners should be chivalrous. Is it just a false talk to decorate the scene?"

Duan Qichang couldn't help but pause, and after a moment of silence, he said: "There are so many people in Jianghu, and you are not the only one with chivalry in mind. What do you think of yourself?"

Duan Changya said: "I am a rare genius of the Duan family in a hundred years, and the successor of Tianji swordsmanship."

If these words were uttered by ordinary people, they would be self-important and arrogant, and would only make people laugh.But from Duan Changya's mouth, it sounded not only not arrogant, but full of bitterness.

Duan Changya no longer needed a teacher at the age of 13. After the age of 15, no one in Tianjimen could be his enemy. The Tianji swordsmanship handed down by his ancestors has been mastered, and he has mastered the ninety-nine and 17 moves, which has reached an attainment that Duan Qichang has never been able to achieve in his life.

Duan Qichang has always regarded him as the pride of Guangzong Yaozu, but he didn't realize that he has traveled a long way on a lonely road.

The head of Tianji Sect is now over fifty years old, the wrinkles on his face are tense due to pain, he held his forehead, and said in a low voice: "Why did I have to give birth to a genius..."

The eldest son Nangongyou has been sitting not far away watching the battle. Hearing the dispute between the two, he came to dissuade him. While comforting Duan Qichang's shoulders, he said to Duan Changya: "Your father really cares about you. The situation is not good, so I have to be more cautious than ordinary people. If my sister was alive, she would definitely not want to see you hurt. Although righteousness is precious, it is also unrighteous to hurt someone close to you. You are still young, so don't be too stubborn See for yourself."

Duan Changya finally kept his mouth shut when he heard the words, but he didn't mean to admit his mistake.

Nangong You patted him on the shoulder, turned to Duan Qichang, and said, "Sect Leader, even if Chang Ya doesn't make a move right now, should Tianji Sect send someone to uphold justice?"

"Master, Your Highness, I am willing to fight on behalf of the young master!"

A loud voice sounded behind the three of them.

The three of them turned their heads together, and they all saw Chang Zhao with lowered eyes and clasped fists, with a determined look on his face.

Chang Zhao is one of the disciples taught by Duan Qichang himself. He is a little older than Duan Changya, and he has a well-known family style. Relying on his own diligence, he acquired superb martial arts and won Duan Qichang's love.

Seeing that he took the initiative to invite Ying, Duan Qichang was overjoyed, and immediately nodded in agreement: "Go, be more careful when dealing with treacherous people."

"This subordinate understands." Chang Zhao nodded, and immediately threw himself into the ring.

Nangongyou watched Chang Zhao's back go away, and said to Duan Changya beside him, "Look, you are not the only one with chivalry in your heart. If you have him to act on your behalf, you don't have to worry about it."

Duan Changya nodded slightly, but his expression was still serious, his eyes fixed on the situation on the field.

Chang Zhao was as light as a swallow, turned onto the ring in a blink of an eye, and landed right next to An Guangsha, and heard the sound of the latter's fists clucking.

He patted the other person on the shoulder and said, "Brother An, are you okay?"

An Guangsha turned his head suddenly, his eyes slowly changed from surprise to surprise: "It's you! Brother Chang, I remember you."

Chang Zhao nodded slightly, and said with a smile on his face: "Yes, I visited Xiling Village with the head two years ago, and I was fortunate to learn martial arts with the young head. I didn't expect you to remember me as the defeated general. I am so honored."

The three people on the opposite side didn't want to listen to his reminiscence, Tamiya was the first to speak, and interrupted his words loudly, asking: "Who are you?"

Chang Zhao bowed his hands and declared his family.

"Nobody," Tamiya pouted, "why didn't Mr. Duan, who was born a hero, come?"

Chang Zhao's face darkened, he suppressed the smile on his lips, and said, "Although my surname is not Duan, and I am not born a hero, I am still a disciple of Tianji Sect."

"Hmph," Tamong said coldly, "I'm afraid he didn't dare to come by himself, so he asked you to take the place of the dead ghost."

Chang Zhao shook his head: "I won't die, you are the ones who deserve to die. You used hidden weapons to cheat and released poisonous smoke, clearly trying to kill Brother An, and Brother An's friend sacrificed himself to save others, but you accused him Breaking the rules, distorting black and white, and turning right and wrong are extremely shameless." He bent down, picked up the half-pill-shaped empty shell on the ground, and lifted it to a high place. Martial arts."

The poisonous mist pill 'Luo Jiutian' was almost transparent, invisible, until it got into his hands, finally it was refracted by the sunlight, so that everyone in the audience could see it clearly.

Chang Zhao's tone was calm, but Sanqin could not help but change his expression, staring at the uninvited guest opposite.

There are tens of thousands of ways to form beams in the arena, and dismantling is the simplest one.

Chang Zhao just moved his lips and made Sanqin Master's dirty tricks public, which aroused the other party's resentment.

Chang Zhao raised his head slightly, and then said loudly: "If the martial arts competition was open and honest, Brother An would have won you in an open and honest manner. I am not here to fight for him, but to punish you shameless people for the martial arts people."

An Guangsha was still immersed in grief. He never expected that a friend who had acquainted with him would appeal for his grievances. He immediately felt hot and said, "Brother Chang, thank you very much."

Chang Zhao turned to him and said, "The last time I lost to you, my skills were inferior to others, and I was convinced. But in the past two years, I have not neglected to practice a single day. Can you give me a chance to avenge my shame?"

An Guangsha stared at him for a while, then lowered his head to look at Feng Si's body, finally nodded and said, "Thank you."

Chang Zhao cupped his fists and gave way: "Thank you, Chengquan."

An Guangsha leaned over and hugged Feng Si's remnant body. The gradually cooling body in his arms made his nasal cavity sore. He couldn't help raising his head and looked at Chang Zhao's back.This young man was born refined and elegant, and he was more suitable to stay in a school than a ring. His five slender fingers were obviously good materials for dancing and writing, but they were firmly pressed on the saber, ready to go.

When he sacrificed his life to save Mu Xue, he didn't expect anyone to save him.He had mixed feelings in his heart, but he didn't have the time to sigh, so he could only give a grateful look in place of thousands of words.

Chang Zhao also nodded to him.

As soon as he counted his nose, his eyes couldn't help getting moist.

Even though the evil flames are endless and raging, there are still chivalrous spirits left in the world, and there are still people who serve as servants.

Because of this, the rivers and lakes are not too dark, and the world is not too desperate.

But chivalry is so heavy, it is by no means an easy burden to carry on your shoulders.

Of course Chang Zhao also understood this truth.

His martial arts are no better than Duan Changya's, and he doesn't have many chances to make his mark in Tianjimen. Now facing these three scheming, vicious and cunning enemies alone, even though he pretended to be calm, he couldn't help being afraid.

Zhu Yu pointed at the long knife and asked, "Tell me, what are your rules?"

Chang Zhao replied, "No."

"No?"

"If I don't allow the three of you to fight together, you will deal with me the same way you used to deal with that girl, and if I allow you, you will come up with new tricks. I don't play the piano with stupid cows, so I don't teach you how to behave."

Zhu Yu sneered and got up.Tamiya and Ruan Jiao followed closely behind.

Chang Zhao also pulled out the sword in his waist and fought with the three of them.

Tianji swordsmanship is the quintessence of swordsmanship in the world. It is well-known and unique in the world. Although Chang Zhao didn't master all the moves, he kept all the parts he realized firmly in his heart.As soon as he made a move, he showed Zhuo Jue's extraordinary side, not only able to catch the sharp blade, but also guarded against the hidden moves, attacking from time to time and defending at the same time, the man and the sword are one, seamless.

The three of them consumed a lot of energy in the fight just now, and the 'Luo Jiutian' provided by Chi Lian was also seen through by the other party, so they could not repeat the same trick.Chang Zhao's movement is extremely stable, and he is full of patience in every move, so that people can't find a way to break through.He could only stick to the stalemate, and the sound of the string under the knife fluctuated, revealing bursts of restlessness.

Opposite to Xianyin, bursts of applause came from below the ring.It was the remnant party of Xiling Village who came with An Guangsha who made the sound.They surrounded the young master and the deceased Feng Si in the center, cheering for the friends on the stage.

Although Xilingzhai has been ruined and is no longer a famous family, and is regarded as a scum by the martial arts, these people are still united and do not hesitate to cheer for them.

Under their leadership, the rest of the people gradually turned to Chang Zhao's side and echoed.

Xue Yuguan's fan was no longer so steady.

He shook his head, letting out a long sigh.

Chi Lian turned her head to look at his expression, and saw that his eyes were squinted, frowning from time to time, like a teacher seeing a stupid child, disappointed and impatient.

This person has always been so arrogant, he regards the people of the world as hopeless children and despises them.The longer Chi Lian watched, the deeper the disgust in his heart, not only loathing Xue Yuguan, but also loathing himself.Back then, I must have been blind and bewitched by lard to join forces with this person and be willing to be a lackey of the Bloody Gang.

Every time she recalled the mistakes she made back then, she felt extremely regretful, wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself in it.

One wrong step, and everything is lost.

Xue Yuguan seemed to notice the needle-like gaze around him, turned his head, pouted and said, "Grandma, how can I make you unhappy, you make me feel hairy all over, it's really uncomfortable."

Chi Lian snorted, looked away, and stopped looking at him.

But Xue Yuguan kept staring at Chi Lian, with a playful look in his eyes: "Women Xia, you have always been supernatural, so you must have a coup."

Chi Lian said coldly: "What coup?"

Xue Yuguan pointed at the ring with the tip of his fan: "Naturally, it's a clever way to break the deadlock."

Chi Lian's tone sank: "Are you asking me to help you do evil?"

Xue Yuguan chuckled softly and said: "Oh, that bad old man died just now under your conspiracy, if it wasn't for that bad old man who sacrificed himself to protect him, the young master would be a dead person at this moment, you have already joined forces with me and pretended to be righteous , Do you think it's fun?"

"I won't help you kill again."

"Have you helped me kill so few people? What's the difference between killing one and killing a hundred. Besides, if you want to force Liu Hongfeng to take action, if Chang Zhaosheng is here, is there anything wrong with Liu Hongfeng? Didn’t all your preparations go to waste?”

Chi Lian didn't take it seriously at first, but when he heard Liu Hongfeng's name, his eyes couldn't help but shudder.Xue Yuguan stared at her face covered by the veil, and the smile on her lips deepened.

Liu Hongfeng was also under the ring, wearing a red dress among the crowd, really eye-catching, but unfortunately the distance was too far, Chi Lian couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

Chi Lian raised her hand from behind to her front, her palm slightly open.

Holding a moth in her hand, she flapped her wings slightly, struggling to escape from the prison.

The moth's wings are almost translucent, the scales on the wings shimmer slightly, the belly is full, and the layers of light golden lines are revealed through her fingers.

This is the Gu worm that she carefully fed.

No matter how delicately the hidden weapon is made, it is still a dead object. As long as the opponent's heart is vigilant enough and his martial arts is strong enough, he can guard against the sneak attack of the hidden weapon.

But Gu worms are alive.

Dealing with Gu worms is like having an extra enemy out of thin air, even the feeder doesn't know what actions the Gu worms will take, this is what makes them terrifying.

"The little guy is so beautiful." Xue Yuguan praised from the side.

Chi Lian glared at him.

Xue Yuguan didn't take her contempt seriously, and continued: "The more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is. This old saying is true."

A trace of hesitation flashed in Chi Lian's eyes—this time, the beautiful Gu moth took off with its wings, and will take away a few more lives.

Even she couldn't predict it.

She just saw Jin'e's face again, and saw her helpless and lonely figure standing by the window.This figure lingered before her eyes day and night, leaving her no time to look around.

——Only you can give Jin'e freedom.

She opened her five fingers slightly, releasing the little creature from the cage.

The sun shone into the palm, and the Gu Moth flinched for a moment, but soon raised its tentacles, flapped its wings, and took off into the air.

The Gu moth left Chi Lian's palm.

It still doesn't understand that it is embarking on a road of no return, its wings are shaking violently, shaking off countless delicate scale powder, emitting a faint fragrance.Its demeanor is so graceful and light, with delicate patterns all over its body, it is a seamless one, without any redundancy, the sun shines through its body, reflecting the clear and full color, dancing with its flying figure, Do your best to bring out its beauty.

It seems that the creation of the gods accidentally fell into the dust cage.

It's a pity that it is too small, even the ornaments on the women's earrings are bigger than it.People's sights have long been filled with the turmoil of the world, and there is no place left for it.

It just passed the crowd silently and flew towards the ring.

No one noticed its existence, but eyes other than humans were deeply attracted by it—the beetles hiding in the depths of the leaves, the wild bees inhabiting under the beams, and the mosquitoes gathering in the grass by the water , The butterfly cocoons with wings just formed in the soil... There is no conspiracy in the eyes of these creatures, no entanglement of profit and desire, they are like following the light, approaching the beautiful figure of the Gu moth.

The flying insects in the mountain quickly gathered, and soon formed a river, followed behind the Gu moth, shining with light like stars, flowing towards the direction of the ring.

Chang Zhao was slightly taken aback. He was concentrating on listening to the sound of the three swords, trying his best to wrestle with each other. The flying insects that inadvertently broke into his field of vision made bursts of buzzing, like a ray of noise, interfered with his ears.

He didn't think much about it, and by turning the sword's edge, he took advantage of the situation to wipe off the Gu moth's wings by the roots.

The creation of the gods died under the sword, its body and belly were stripped from its wings, and turned into a caterpillar decorated with golden patterns, falling into the sky.

It is so light, without support, it will be blown away by the wind.No one can see exactly where it floated to. It may be on the land with dense footprints, trampled by passers-by and turned into a pool of mud; it may be in the crevices of the rocks in the shade, where it is protected from being smashed to pieces, but it is gradually drying up in the wind. , and finally merged with the stone.

In any case, it has lost its original beauty, and it will leave the most brilliant moment on its wings. The translucent wings stick to both sides of the long sword. When it flaps for the last time, the scales fly away like stars, sticking to the flowing silver light. On the blade, exuding the final luster.

Take your life as a sacrifice.

At this moment, the mosquitoes and butterflies following Gu Moth fell into madness at the same time, bewitched by the luster and fragrance of scale powder, and swarmed towards Chang Zhao, scrambling to sacrifice their lives.

Chang Zhao was shocked.

He didn't expect at all that when he was concentrating on fighting the enemy, countless flying creatures suddenly rushed in front of him.Although their bodies were small, thousands of them gathered together and turned into a overwhelming storm, covering his eyes in an instant.

Sanqin also showed a momentary astonishment, and then saw Xue Yuguan's smile in the audience.The leader of the Bloody Clothes Gang clapped his hands slightly, smiling, as if applauding.

The three immediately understood that this swarm of insects was the opportunity Xue Yuguan gave them.The three knives swung forward at the same time, aimed at Chang Zhao's chest, back, shoulders, and abdomen, and chopped off without hesitation.

Their movements were more orderly and swift than when they assassinated Feng Si, as if the melody reached the highest point, and the mercury poured down to the bottom of the valley. They wanted to use that surging momentum to create a stormy sea and take Chang Zhao's life.

Until a red shadow jumped into the four of them.

The red is bright and full, as if to dispel the flames of the night.

Those shining scale powders were dimmed against the background of the flames, so the swarm of insects lost their color and fluttered blankly in the air.

Their hesitation lasted only for a moment, and after a while, a gust of wind suddenly rose from the direction of the sword's edge, blowing them to pieces in an instant.

The wind comes from a fan.

Although the wind at the bottom of the fan was fierce, it was not sharp, and it didn't even take a life, it just pushed the swarm to a distance, away from the direction of the ring.Flying insects do not like crowds at all, away from the ghostly light, as if awakened from a long dream, circled around a few times, and then returned to the original shelter