[Thunderbolt] Your sister

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu......"

"After the culprit is on the road, Feng Qianxue will make a grave and burn paper for you, but... it is too difficult for a Yun practitioner to wear sackcloth and filial piety. Please make atonement for the culprit."

"Ah, you... Ah Que, I'm so sad. When I'm sad, I get angry, and when I'm angry, I want to kill someone. Who should I kill?" Kuang Long put a hand under his eyebrows to look around: "Okay, let's kill you first, and then the yellow-haired girl, okay?"

"The difficulty is very high, I have another suggestion. We are not dead, it is better for you to die."

"If you don't die, you will die? If you don't die, you will die? Good proposal, good proposal, hahahahahaha——!"

The two opposing sides seem to be joking, playing, chatting, with hidden murderous intent, and also seem to be about to detonate deep contradictions and hatred.

There was a buzzing sound, and the swords were unsheathed.

Kuanglong's favorite knife is the reverse scale. The blade is medium and long. There is an ingeniously designed arc from the middle to the tip. The blood groove is extremely long and deep, which can maximize the opponent's blood loss; the handle is wrapped with a long chain. It can be freely thrown outwards and inwards, making Nilin's attack range more flexible than ordinary knives - whoever uses which kind of knives, such a sinister and despicable weapon is tailor-made for Kuanglong.

As for who uses which sword...

"Hee hee, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...I said are you here to sell jewelry or Ann?"

Kuanglong suddenly pointed at Feng Qianxue's saber and fell down laughing.

...it's not my taste!

Feng Qianxue was a little embarrassed, the taste of the dragon head of Xindao Confucianism is really beyond the comprehension of the ass - the hilt of the sword is made of high-purity natural ore, and the center line of the sword body is inlaid with a row of precious amethyst.

This is the first time that this sword has been used publicly in front of the people in the sin pit. While the mad dragon laughed, Lone Que couldn't help but vomited by the way: "Women are troublesome, can such cumbersome and dazzling things really work? ?”

"You will witness its effectiveness."

"Hahaha, yes? Then give it a try!" Kuanglong asked innocently, swinging his arm vigorously, pulled by the chain, and the Nilin blade flew out.

Knowing Xiaogou's virtue well, the two of them alone and lacking wind and Qianxue did not neglect. Confucian sword without sword was fast and stable, and they fought fiercely with Ni Lin, sparks scattered, and Confucian sword directly hit the chain that controlled the speed of the sword, forcing The mad dragon slowly recovered the long chain, narrowing the attack range.

The knife chain is dancing, the purple feathers are flying, and the Confucianism is vertical and horizontal.

Thrusting, reverse cutting, slashing, horizontal chopping, twisting, and closing, the advantage of attacking, the danger of dodging, between the body, the sword net is thick and dense, and the blade is fast and crazy.

Storms, flames, cold rain.

Crazy, light, dense.

Three different attributes, three different styles, top swordsmen and swordsmen, each explaining the field of swords and swords!

At the same time when the sharp sword brushed against the mad dragon's arm, the chain quickly spun close to Feng Qianxue's shoulder. The moment he saw the blood, the missing knife pierced the mad dragon's soft armor from behind. There was a bloodstain on the lonely cheek.

Out of the pit of sin together, determined to live and die.Together with the murderous nature, the battle became fiercer and fiercer. The three of them were all wounded, and their physical strength gradually lost, but they did not lose their power at all.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill—!"

Kuanglong danced his knife excitedly and shouted.

Gradually quickening footsteps and impenetrable sword shadows showed that the battle was getting more intense.

"Hahahaha, cool!"

Lone Que suddenly withdrew his knife, concealed his six wings, and blended into the dark night; Kuanglong let go and let Nilin stand facing the sky, with chains circling around him, forming a blockade.

In order to cooperate with Lone Que's action, Feng Qianxue concentrated on the main attack, forcing Kuanglong to be distracted.

The six-winged sword technique unfolded again, flickering in the dark night, occasionally flashing a cold and sharp sword light.

The visible range has been getting smaller and smaller, and the Kuanglong seems to be unabated and extremely excited.

Feng Qianxue gradually felt a little weird...

On the top of the mountain on the side of Heilongtan, in the dark place where towering ancient trees criss-cross and criss-cross, the soul of painting prepared all the props and focused on it, as if it was going to make a famous painting.

Hand up, pen down.

Qin, chess, books, paintings, swords.

Danqing silk, Langhao brush, green Xiqin, Ye Luoxiang, Mingqian tea.

During the fierce battle, Feng Qianxue suddenly felt slightly dizzy caused by space distortion.

No mad dragon, no missing knife, no cold moon.

In her line of sight, there suddenly appeared an abandoned Confucian who she had forgotten for a long time, Chang Xi sitting alone in an elegant residence, reciting poems and playing the piano.

"My student Feng Qianxue, how is the progress recently?"

— Illusion!

illusionist?

wrong!

But at least she understands that Kuanglong really kept back.

Gathered up, calmed down, drew the sword, folded his hands and bowed in front of his left waist: "How dare you live up to Master's expectations? Since your death, I have been practicing hard and never relaxing for a day."

"Very good." The sparse sound of the piano suddenly turned, and the drizzle was like torrential rain: "Between yin and yang, let me take another exam for the teacher!"

"Forgive me, I still have important things to do, so I can't spend time with Master. After three moves, please return Master to the underworld."

"Oh? Let's see what you can do."

……

"Hey, lonely cat, is Feng Qianxue gone? Where did she go?" Kuanglong danced against Ni Lin like a wild wind, not forgetting to sneak in his busy schedule and ask knowingly.

"Where does it matter?" Having been a villain for most of his life, Lone Que certainly understands that things are weird, but he knows that he has to deal with the mad dragon quickly, so he doesn't get distracted.

"It matters, it matters a lot!" Amidst the flying sand and rocks caused by the collision of blades, the mad dragon giggled: "Yue Buquan is lonely, lonely, is a lonely fighting alone. Do you feel that you are too old to be able to do what you want? Do you want to let you go alone?" trick?"

Lonely Que turned sharply, passed by the side of the mad dragon, and picked out a bloody gash with a knife: "Xiao Gou, barking during the battle, I have no interest in eating dog meat soup pot."

"Hee hee hee, hahahahaha... I don't even want to eat dog meat, cat meat is more precious, give me a taste?"

The wild dragon was mad again, and when his arms rose and fell, a small flaw that was barely noticeable was exposed under his armpit——

"Um……"

With his extraordinary insight, Lonely Que saw this empty door in an instant, with six wings spread wide, approaching like a sharp sword along the wind, and the seventh wing on the sword unfolded at the same time——

Lightning and flint, the ultimate conflict explodes in an instant!

However, the mad dragon took half a step back with incredible steps, flipped his wrists, tightened the chains, spun against the scales, and ruthlessly cut off the hamstrings of Lonely's feet!

Lonely fell to the ground, unable to advance or retreat.

Kuanglong looked at him regretfully: "A little bit closer?"

"Is this weakness designed by you?"

Kuanglong giggled and rubbed his armpits, not without complacency: "Hahaha, have you forgotten? You deserved what you deserved for being cheated by someone in the sin pit."

"If this step is designed for me, Lonely Que's face will be big enough."

"Whatever, more preparation will come in handy one day. It's just that I didn't expect it to be used on you."

"Haha, hahahahaha..." Lonely Que leaned on the ground to support his body, knowing that he might be in danger, but deep in his throat let out a deep laugh.

"Hey, why did An imitate me again?!"

"It's old." Lonely Que sighed deeply: "It's nothing compared to young people, the future generations are awesome."

Kuanglong pretended to put his arms around his neck and swayed from side to side: "Ouch, Ah Que, Mai lost confidence. You played well today, I'll give you an excellent performance."

"The young man I'm talking about is not you."

"Not me?" Kuanglong tilted his head and stared at him: "What? Uh...!"

He suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and his breath was stagnant for a while—you must know that Feng Qianxue didn't mind putting some meth on Long Su's sword—after all, being a villain has always been a characteristic of evil pits, and people can't forget their origins.

"Woooooooo, so sad, so sad, Xiaolonglong is so sad!" He clutched his chest and rolled over exaggeratedly: "The stinky girl actually poisoned me! It's too much!"

After rolling a few times, he jumped up again: "You guys bullied me like this today, you will pay with your life!"

Lonely Que was sweating coldly from the pain: "I have one last last word I want to tell you."

"What last words?"

"Greetings to your mother for me!!!"

"Hee hee hee hee, hahahahahahahahahaha..." The mad dragon looked like a madman, and he raised his reverse scale with a trembling hand, and it was about to fall——

Silently, without a trace, a cold light as thin as a hair flashed by under the pale moonlight.

The toxin failed to vent completely, the mad dragon's breath stagnated slightly, and he couldn't dodge in time, and a piece of flesh was cut off his forearm immediately.

Youyan conscripted her husband and sent out a surprise army, and the golden thread scythe opened a glimmer of hope.

The lonely person who no longer wants to waste his life, seized this momentary opportunity, barely raised his true energy, unfolded the seventh wing of the blade, and jumped into the abyss with his remnant body!

The best time for an assassination has been lost, and Shangguan Xunming, who was hiding in the shadows, took a moment to think about it and turned away.

Kuanglong sobbed a few times nervously, threw off Nilin and destroyed the scene into a mess, and hurried back before the poison broke out.

The situation reversed, but it took only a moment; when Feng Qianxue broke through the painting soul magic technique, she saw that there was no one around the Black Dragon Pool, even no trace.

"Lonely lack!"

Searching back and forth to no avail, I could only shout at the waterfall that crashed thousands of feet below me, but there was still no response.Her heart tightened, and an unspeakable ominous premonition hung over her heart like a cloud.

Yuren Feixie came down from Pingshan, still thinking about Lianyunren's speculation and advice.

Yan Guiren's innate divine power and the six-winged saber technique's ease of speed... It seems that the combination of the two is not easy.

"Lin... bell bell..."

The faint and ethereal, yet easily distinguishable unique ringtones were blown gently by the night wind, and were sent straight to Yuren's ears.

...someone pulled the seraphim wind chimes!

Without doubting him, he immediately turned to the direction where the ringing sound came from.

Yunping Villa, an ordinary mountain manor, is surrounded by mountains and rivers. The owner of the villa is a man of medical skills. He always lives in seclusion and occasionally presides over important local affairs.

Most of the villagers make a living by collecting and selling medicines, and they have close contacts with Mu Shaoai. One year, Yuren was once tricked by Mu Shaoai Lianmeng to follow him to see him and chatter with the owner of the village; In respect of the owner, Yuren specially left a six-winged wind chime.

The owner of the villa doesn't like to trouble others, and has never touched the wind chime for many years, so today's matter must be very serious.

Yuren became more worried, quickened his pace, and finally arrived at the outskirts of Xiangzhu Village.What he saw made him furious.

Corpses lay all over the ground, blood was pungent to the nose, flames were everywhere, and screams filled the ears.

"Kill it, kill it! Everyone hurry up and find out if there are any treasures that are missing in that bullshit villa!"

"You villains!" A white-headed old woman hugged the bandit's right leg: "Stop!"

"The old woman is dead!"

The hand raised the knife and dropped it, adding another touch of blood red.

"Ahaha, beauty, how about spending a good night with me? Yeah, Mai, Mai, I will be very gentle..."

"Let me go, let me go!" Struggling, the girl bumped her head against the well fence at the door, and passed out on the spot.

"Cut, I really don't know what is good or bad. I think you can't do anything about you because you are looking for death?"

"Chou Tuo, you shouldn't be so harsh, this woman is dying and still interested."

"You don't have to worry about it! It's hard to make a business trip, just play enough!"

Yuren Feixie rushed into the fire scene, looked around, his shoulders trembling with anger.

Xuanhezi, Huohai Choutuo... are all sinners!

They - they actually slaughtered the village!

Holding down Tianqi with one hand, the six-winged sword qi shot out, carrying his boundless anger and hatred, and even more sorrow for the dead.

"what……"

There were screams one after another, and everyone in the crime pit who wantonly abused the villagers recognized the person who came, and immediately showed a look of fear: "Ah, it's Xiaoxie! It's Xiaoxie! Everyone, run away!!!"

The Six-Winged Saber Qi never stopped, killing more than a dozen villains who were about to run away.

He is too clear that there is no need for reason, questioning, or any high-sounding rhetoric or accusations to deal with these people who are evil pits, just killing them is enough——

The lost soul narrowly escaped death by jumping into a bullpen in panic.

"It stinks, it stinks to death!" Holding his nose, the lost soul huddled in disgust in the corner full of cow dung and haystacks, not daring to vent his breath.

"Oh, it's really useless." Wearing a blue shirt, the sleeves fluttered, and the illusion was activated, temporarily covering up the stench and the chaos outside, the illusionist glanced at the lost soul with even more disgust: "I see you I'm really going to lose my soul. If it wasn't for Xiang Rixie's other missions, I wouldn't want to join hands with people like you. It's disgusting to make me hide in such a place."

"It's easy to say, why don't you deal with Xiao Xi?"

"What, do you have any objections?" Received the illusionist's cold stare, the Lost Soul fell silent immediately.

"An idiot will go head-to-head with Xiaoxie. In two moments, it only takes two moments, and he will turn into a hairless bird. Hehehe..." The illusionist covered his mouth with his sleeve, with a poisonous smile on his face.

In the village, the Yuren almost unilaterally slaughtered everyone in the crime pit, but the scene was restored to silence in a moment.

"Benevolent Yuren, woo woo woo, woo woo..." A girl who was almost humiliated pushed aside the corpse beside her and stumbled over. Seeing the scene in front of her, she was heartbroken.

"Where is the landlord?"

The girl cried bitterly, wiping her tears with one hand, and grabbing the well fence with the other: "They...they killed the owner and threw them into the well, woooo...everyone was killed, benefactor, woooo..."

Hearing this, Yuren squeezed his fists hard, stepped forward and threw her a bottle of hemostatic medicine, then jumped into the narrow mouth of the well, and brought back the owner's body.

"Master—!"

Seeing the elder's body, the girl cried and planned to rush forward, Yuren's eyes twitched suddenly, and he quickly grabbed her.

"Toxic!" Realizing that his hand touching the corpse was turning black, he pushed the girl into the villa gate with one palm: "Don't come out!"

Realizing that the matter was far from over, he held his breath and waited for the enemy to show up.

After waiting for a moment, the enemy did not arrive, but a young woman in a red dress who appeared silently by the river and walked enchantingly.

He stared at the extremely familiar figure from the back, completely froze from his fingers to his face.

The young woman looked very relaxed, singing a Nange softly in her mouth.

The tunes and lyrics are all familiar to Yuren Feixie, and she occasionally sings softly when she is in a good mood and dressing up in the mirror.

When the woman in the red shirt sang this song and turned around, her leisurely expression suddenly distorted, her eyes were dull, and then her face became extremely resentful, her red lips opened and closed, and she murmured: "Nie Zi——!!!"

"Ah, aunt..." Yuren Feixie couldn't help himself, and took two steps back in panic, as if he was a child again, facing vicious beatings and insults, he could only back away in panic.

"Niezi! Niezi! Niezi! Niezi! Niezi!"

The hysterical female voice, like a curse, exploded in my ears again and again.

"Ah... ah, no, I, aunt... I didn't mean it, aunt... ah!" The scene from that year came to mind again, Yuren had a splitting headache, curled up his neck, and didn't dare to look and listen again .

"You killed me, you killed me, you pay for your life! Sinister!"

The cold fingers clasped Yuren's neck forcefully, showing resentment and resentment.

Yuren Xiaoxie!You son of a bitch!

Why are you my son!

trouble marker!

Sangmen ghost!

You will only harm people if you live, why don't you die!

Those memories that he thought had gone away are now being revived with incomparable clarity.

"Ah..." Yuren's eyes were loose and his consciousness was confused.

Just when those cold hands pinched him so that he could no longer breathe, there was a gleam of clarity in his mind.

"Brother, people always walk in the world with something on their backs. But don't let these burdens weigh you down."

Suppressing the convulsive and trembling body under the effect of the drug, his fingers slowly stroked the Heavenly Cry——the knife flashed again, and the woman in red disappeared in thin air.

"Illusionist, come out!"

He knew that he had been hit by a drug that disturbed his sanity, but this realistic and heartbreaking illusion helped him to determine the identity of the person clearly.

"Hehe, Yuren Xiaoxie, long time see you."

Yuren tried his best to maintain his remaining rationality and thinking ability: "Why are you here?"

"Of course it's because of the mission."

"What task?!" The muddled sanity and ominous feeling also bothered him, and he shouted in a low voice to boost his spirits.

"Here's something for you." The illusionist smiled, and took out something from behind——

Gray and messy hair, sharp facial features, rebellious demeanor, such a familiar face, such a familiar expression, but it didn't grow in the original place——

...the lonely head!

Illusion, it's an illusion!

The effect of the medicine became more and more intense, and he couldn't distinguish the authenticity of what he saw before him, but he still told himself, don't trust it, don't fall for it!

The six-winged sword technique is sharp and attacking, and the illusionist is not good at melee combat, so he threw the head far away, hung the magic knife on his messy hair and wept in the sky.

"You must think it's a hallucination, but I still suggest you take a good look, after all, this is your master." Rou Mei's voice with a bit of bewitching and sinister gradually went away, and the illusion dissipated.

Holding the head in his hands, Yuren was horrified to find that it was still lying quietly in his palm, and it did not disappear with the illusion, so real...

"Ah...ah...ah!!!"

The rationality that was barely maintained collapsed in an instant.

Lonely, master, master, master...

why why? !

... By the way, it's a mad dragon, it's a mad dragon!

And Ashe!How is Ash? !

Pit of Sin?

Yes, to the Pit of Sin!

With chaotic thinking, scarlet eyes, and complete loss of reason, Yuren Feixie rushed out like a madman.

Feng Qianxue has never been so flustered since she was a child, even before her duel with Feiru.

The nasty intuition has been lingering in my ears, something is wrong, it must be wrong, there is a possibility that something happened to Lone Que...

Uncertain results add to anxiety.

With a glimmer of hope, she went straight to the lonely lamp, hoping to find Lonely Que—if there is nothing unusual, Lonely Que should wait there for her to meet when she goes back.

The solitary lamp falls and the wind and snow remain as before, but no one is seen.

The panic in my heart added another layer.

Where's the big brother? !

This moment will not be in Pingshan!

Amidst the anxiety, I felt a pair of invisible hands slowly pressing down like the Five Fingers Mountain of the Tathagata.

It's not right, it's not right anywhere!

She turned around and ran to the realm of nothingness, only Qin Jiaxian and the three were chatting and arguing in the territory, and Tan Wuyu and Mu Shaoai were not seen——she remembered that Mu Shaoai was in retreat refining medicine, and Tan Wuyu must have something else Upcoming.

"Hey, Feng Qianxue, seeing that you came back safely, have you already dealt with the mad dragon?"

"I don't know."

"What?!"

"I was isolated by the illusion. When I escaped, Lone Que and Kuanglong both disappeared. What about Wuyu?"

"He went to the Chunlin Realm."

"Um……"

Feng Qianxue was in a mess.

"Hmph..." Yetuling laughed sinisterly.

"Yetuling, what are you up to?"

"Hehehehehe... According to the analysis of my detective Ye Tuling, this matter is definitely not simple. There are conspiracy and inside stories."

Qin Jiaxian was speechless: "Yes, the great detective discovered the conspiracy so quickly, I admire, admire."

"Qin Jiaxian, I feel uneasy that my elder brother didn't turn down the lonely lamp. I can't wait any longer. I will go to the Sin Pit to find out the whereabouts of Lone Que and Kuanglong. Please inform Mu Shao, Aibo Hanbo and others as soon as possible."

"It's okay here, but is it appropriate for you to go to the pit of sin alone?"

"...I always feel that something will happen, so let's go. Please, please."

Feng Qianxue hurried to the Pit of Sin, but killed another Cheng Yaojin on the way.

"Your Excellency is really everywhere." Frowning, Feng Qianxue showed a look of anxiety.

Huanyu Qizang sat safely in the sedan chair, and the calculation in his mind was clear: "If you go to the pit of sin now, it will be a waste of time."

"what for?"

"The Pit of Sin is lured by loneliness and lack of head. The feathered man Feixie was killed in the Pit of Sin, and he was tricked by the mad dragon. Now he is being lured by the mad dragon and rushing around."

Lonely... dead? !

Feng Qianxue's breath stagnated: "From the tone of your Excellency, do you know his whereabouts?"

"The victory of a master depends on the timing, location, harmony, strength, and mentality. If you lose your composure, Yuren Feixi has no chance of winning."

"In the previous battle, Kuanglong also suffered a lot."

"In addition to the other masters of the evil pit?"

"Huh?!" Feng Qianxue began to get a little annoyed: "Saving people is like putting out a fire, and time is extremely precious. If you flash your words, you must have a plan. Just say what you want!"

Huanyu Qizang threw out a small brocade box at the right time: "Take this medicine, and you will know the whereabouts of Yuren Feixie."

"Ha..." Feng Qianxue was already burning with anxiety, but suppressed the urge to explode, gritted her teeth, and swallowed the pill in one gulp: "Where is it?"

"Falling Bird Mountain."

After a little exercise of internal energy, she found that there was no sign of poisoning, and before she had time to think about it, Feng Qianxue immediately turned into light and fell straight to Bird Mountain.

"Several calculations, Yuren Feixie, Feng Qianxue, can you escape this series of killer moves in Linglong Chess Game? Hmm... go to Wuming Peak."

The author has something to say:

I wanted to write more, but I was really upset by some things. I will write this part of the plot in the next chapter.