The devil has too many vests

The night was dark, and a ray of sword light was like a thunderbolt.

Xiaoyao Tower stands silently in the night, thousands of lights are connected together.In mid-air illuminated by lights, two figures flew over, chasing and fleeing.

Fleeing all the way in front was a figure wrapped in a gray robe, and when the sleeves of the robe fluttered, the old and shriveled body was faintly revealed.Black air filled the place it passed, and countless insect corpses spread all over the ground.

The young man chasing behind was fluttering in a brocade robe, his black hair was fluttering in the wind, his handsome face was serious, and sword aura followed him all over his body, showing endless sharpness.

He moved with the sword, and his whole body was like a divine sword unsheathed.

It was Lu Yiyu, a true disciple of the Canghai Sword Sect who had a relationship with Yan Weilou once.

Being able to fly in the sky without relying on external objects is clearly a sign of the realm of insight.At his age, to be able to achieve such a level of cultivation, he should be considered a leader in the Canghai Sword Sect.

Bang bang bang bang!

The two chased and fled, and fought each other from time to time. The sharp sword energy stirred up the clouds, and the black mist scattered. When the strong momentum collided, the wind howled, and waves of waves rose on the lake. Overflowing, countless boats capsized in the wind and waves, accompanied by panicked screams.

It seemed that the injury was too serious, the body of the gray-robed man in front froze slightly when he shot, taking advantage of this opportunity, Lu Yiyu shot decisively.

There was a long sword chant, and the golden sword inlaid with gold and jade suddenly burst out with an astonishing edge.Suddenly, the mid-air became golden.

Where the golden sword light passed, the night seemed to be split in two.It's like the sea is flowing across the sea, and thousands of mountains are covered.

In mid-air, the gray-robed man couldn't dodge in time, let out a scream, and a bloody arm was cut off directly, his body fell downward like a kite with a broken string, and pitch-black blood gushed out.

And the sharp sword light continued unabated. After penetrating the gray-robed man's body, it slashed straight into the lake. In an instant, it set off tens of feet of water waves, forming a thick wall of water, blocking Lu Yiyu. One breath time.

When he passed through the water wall, he saw a familiar figure walking out of the gate of Xiaoyao Building, and bumped into the direction in which the gray-robed man was running.

Lu Yiyu's expression suddenly changed, and he flew away.

"Lord Yan, be careful!"

Without him needing to remind him, Yan Weilou had sensed the changes in the atmosphere around him the moment he stepped out.After all, he has quite a lot of experience in chasing and counter-hunting, and he can detect something wrong just by intuition.

His expression remained unchanged, and he raised his eyes lightly.

I saw a gray shadow falling from the mid-air, and the sleeves fluttered like a huge gray bat, rushing towards where he was, and came to him in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Weilou raised his palm tucked in his sleeve slightly, and was about to strike.

At this moment, the gray-robed man swooped down, and a familiar voice rang in his ear: "Boy, it's just your bad luck!"

Yan Weilou's pupils shrank suddenly.

... Even if many memories are blurred, he will never forget this voice.

A look of interest and excitement flashed through his pupils, Yan Weilou forcibly suppressed the upward curve of his lips, lowered his palms again, and his body returned to a natural relaxed posture, only to hear the sound and raise his head.

He froze as if suddenly frightened, and a short syllable came out of his throat: "Huh?"

A series of performances were completed in just an instant, and in the eyes of the gray-robed man, this noble young man, who looked so weak at first glance, was obviously frightened into a fool by him.

He let out a sneer, and the wide gray robe covered his head and face, and the only remaining old and skinny hand stretched out from the robe, and grabbed the unlucky ghost in front of him.

Like every ordinary person who was suddenly attacked, Yan Weilou's eyes suddenly widened, his face pretended to be calm, but revealed an unconcealable panic.

"You, who are you? Do you know who I am?"

——He silently complained about the terrible line in his heart.It's a pity that the incident happened suddenly, and there was no way to perfect it slowly.

"Whoever you are, don't ask so many questions!"

The gray-robed man grabbed him, and he staggered and flew up again, holding a big living person in his hand, but it was as easy as carrying a small chicken.

"Don't even think about running away!" A flash of sword light came out of nowhere, and if the gray-robed old man hadn't dodged in time, he would have almost been stabbed in the head.

But at this moment, Lu Yiyu's figure descended with the sword light, directly blocking in front of the two of them.

"Damn it!" the old man snorted, stopped, grabbed Yan Weilou with one hand, and said with a sneer, "You little brat surnamed Lu, keep chasing after me! It depends on whether your sword is sharper or the old man's hands are sharper!" quick!"

Yan Weilou was quietly held hostage by him, neither noisy nor shouting, a pair of black and white eyes curiously looked at Lu Yiyu in mid-air, thinking about the sword technique he just used.It seems that they can strive for the "Most Safe Hostage Award"-if such an award exists.

Lu Yiyu stood firmly in mid-air, his face no longer had the original expression of laughter, the long sword in his hand pointed directly at the gray-robed old man, the golden sword inlaid with gold and inlaid with jade looked very fancy, bursting out a murderous intent.

"Let go!"

As he uttered these words word by word, the air around him seemed to freeze.The icy sword energy surged in his eyes, circling around his body, like a rushing river, boundless and unrestrained.

Under the aura of coercion, the gray-robed old man spat out a mouthful of blood, his body staggered back a step, but his skinny hand, which was like a chicken's claw, still firmly grasped Yan Weilou.

He smiled smugly, and glanced between the two of them: "So nervous, it seems that this kid is your acquaintance, didn't the old man catch a big fish?"

"No, I just met this young hero by accident." Before Lu Yiyu could speak, Yan Weilou immediately denied, "We never even shared our first and last names."

...so don't waste any more time and grab him now :)

The old man in gray robe obviously failed to comprehend Yan Weilou's cryptic reminder, instead he grabbed him viciously: "Boy, don't play tricks. Do you think I will be fooled by saying so?"

Even Lu Yiyu would be wrong, looking at him with a look of affection and affection: "Brother Yan doesn't have to sacrifice like this. I, Lu Yiyu, are not that kind of person."

Yan Weilou: "???"

... No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense.

"Don't you Canghai Sword Sect claim to be famous and upright? Come on, besides the old man, it's not a bad thing to bring this kid to the underworld!" Hearing Lu Yiyu's words, the gray-robed old man was even more proud, as if he had caught him. A gold medal for avoiding death.

Lu Yiyu narrowed his eyes and smiled angrily.

Seeing this, the old man in gray robe let out a long sigh: "It is often said that the Canghai Sword Sect has never produced any figures since the Heavenly Sword Xiao Baiji. This generation belongs to you, Lu Yiyu, who dominates—hey! Looking at it now, it is also But that's it! If the Heavenly Sword is here, I'm afraid it will stab it without blinking..."

The old man was clearly overwhelmed with complacency, his life was only at the whim of others, and he was still in the mood to sneer at him.Not worried at all that he really angered Lu Yiyu, so he died.It can be said to be jumping repeatedly on the verge of death.

The smile on Lu Yiyu's face deepened, he suddenly stretched out his hand and flicked the blade of the golden sword, and a sword light flashed away on the golden sword.

"Shua—" The old man backed away a lot in an instant.

Seeing his extremely life-saving look, Lu Yiyu laughed loudly: "It seems that you are not afraid of death, old ghost?"

Whether it was intentional or not, he turned the long sword in his hand a few more times, and the bright sword light floated back and forth in front of the old man's eyes.Let his complexion change continuously.

"Let him go." Lu Yiyu stopped laughing, repeated, and said, "I won't kill you this time."

"—I, Lu Yiyu, will do what I say."

"Otherwise, in the ends of the earth, I will kill you."

He said every word, his gaze was like a sword, and there was an indescribable sternness on his face with a restrained smile.

Sensing the faint shaking of the gray-robed old man, the hostage Yan Weilou was speechless for a moment.

...I just want to hitch a ride, why is it so difficult?

Seeing the obvious emotion on the face of the gray-robed old man, Lu Yiyu was also faintly relieved, and a smile appeared on his face again.

He was not a chivalrous and kind old man, and he was never afraid of any threats.It's just that the owner of the Xiaoyao Building has a friendship with him, and he is such a bright and clear person, Lu Yiyu doesn't want this person to lose his life because of his mistakes.

As for the old devil, he was already seriously injured, so why not let him go temporarily?Just kill it again.

After the two had a good talk, the gray-robed old man grabbed Yan Weilou and hurried all the way to the ferry.

Because the two were fighting all the way, the ferry was already empty at this time.He was holding on to Yan Weilou tightly all the time, with his back to the lake and Lu Yiyu facing him.At this time, he stretched out his hand and pushed the person forward, and his body quickly fell into the lake water.

"Give you!"

Lu Yiyu was about to catch him, but the old man smiled and threw arsenopyrite all over the sky, black mist covering the sky and sun.

He swung his sword subconsciously, and the dense sword light almost formed an airtight umbrella, blocking all the arsenopyrite.Large swathes of black mist fell to the ground, turning into twisted poisonous insects one after another, with insect corpses all over the ground.

"Brother Yan, are you okay?"

The sword light disappeared, and Lu Yiyu's smiling face just now also disappeared. Looking at the empty ferry and the lake, his face became icy cold.

"...Old ghost, you are courting death!!"

·

The fragrance of wine is overflowing in the Bibo Lake, the water at the bottom of the lake is turbulent, and there are secret passages extending in all directions.The gray-robed old man shuttled through the dark passage, his body was like a big flexible fish.While swimming, he let go of his soul perception, always paying attention to the movement behind him.

Sensing that no one was chasing him, he completely relaxed. The boy in the secret passage was still trustworthy, so he stopped hesitating and quickly swam towards a certain secret passage.

After seven turns and eight bends, he finally came to an underground cave. The gray-robed old man emerged from the water, evaporated the moisture on his body, and was about to stride into the cave.

"What kind of genius of the sword sect, the pride of righteousness! A kind-hearted and soft-hearted person, if the old man is not already injured, how can he be afraid of him?" He sneered to himself, and forced his respect, "Next time we meet again, call me He tasted the taste of the old man's eroded bone nail."

"Bone erosion nail?"

Interesting voices sounded behind him, the cave was dim, and this faint voice was like a ghost.

"Who! Who is pretending to be a ghost?!" The old man jumped up in a jerk, turned around quickly in mid-air, and stared at the water.

Ripples were rippling, and the water surface was separated from the two sides like a gel that had been cut open. A figure Shi Shi suddenly came out, all in white clothes as clean as ever.

The grey-robed old man's expression changed: "Why are you?!"

……Oops!He clearly pushed this person to Lu Yiyu just now, but now that he is gone, wouldn't that little lunatic come after him?

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the old man in gray robe couldn't help but slapped his forehead.

...Wait, the biggest problem right now isn't Lu Yiyu, it's obviously this weird boy in front of him.This person doesn't have any aura of cultivation, but he can follow him all the way here, which is obviously wrong.

"The most touching thing in this world is the reunion of old friends. The most pleasing thing is the revenge that has been revenged."

Yan Weilou casually stepped onto the shore, sized up the crude cave, and finally landed on the gray-robed old man, with a joyful smile on his face.

"Do you think so? Tiankui."