Drunk lying on the setting sun for the king

Hai Jing was startled, flipped over in the air, the hidden weapon brushed past the corner of his clothes, and nailed it to the wall with a "duh".He stabilized his figure and landed on the ground, watching the luster of Yuehua sword gradually change, gritted his teeth in self-blame.

The moment Feng Xiangyue flew out of the hidden weapon, he drew his sword and rushed towards the corner where the hidden weapon was released.There was a ding sound, and the blade seemed to slash a hard iron object, and then a black shadow rushed out like a whirlwind and landed on the altar.

The man was holding a silver-gilt Zen staff, wearing a monk's robe and a crimson cassock, embroidered with real gold twisted thread, and the emerald green ring was eye-catching.He looked at Hai Jing with a smile on his face, "I once thought that Yuehua Sword was pure and psychic, but I didn't expect it could also absorb filth. You made me have a new discovery."

"Master Xuanmo?..." Hai Jing looked at his face, paused for a moment, then narrowed his eyes, "No, who are you!"

"Who am I?" The man was still smiling, and suddenly raised his hand, hiding his face behind his sleeves, and when the sleeves were put down, it was Xue Fu's face that was revealed.

Hai Jing couldn't help being startled, and then sneered, "Stop playing tricks! If you don't show your true face, I'll tear your mask to pieces with my own hands!"

The man spread his hands and looked down at Hai Jing condescendingly, his smile was full of complacency, "If you can do it, come and try it, Hai Jing."

Hai Jing's expression froze, and he jumped up, the Luoxia sword suddenly came out of its sheath, the blade pierced out with the sound of the wind, and the howling sound was sharp.

But the man raised his sleeve to cover his face, and when he put it down, his face turned into Hai Yingxing's appearance, even his smile was as gentle as Hai Yingxing's.

Hai Jing froze for a moment, the tip of the sword froze in front of that face, and the expression of astonishment froze on the face.

"Hai Yingxing" stroked his short beard under his chin, and walked slowly towards Hai Jing, opened his arms as if to embrace him, but turned his palms up at the last moment, and patted his chest.

Hai Jing staggered and fell off the altar, clutching his chest to stabilize his body, his face was stained with hatred and unwillingness.

The man still faced Hai Jing with Hai Yingxing's friendly smiling face, and even his voice was as magnetic as Hai Yingxing's, "Now do you understand? Everyone in the world wears a mask to live, but no matter what kind of mask Can’t escape my eyes. I can see through everyone’s disguise, and I can be anyone, no one knows the weakness and darkness of the human heart better than me, no matter what kind of master they are, they are all equally vulnerable in front of me!”

After finishing speaking, he loosened his fingers, discarded the Zen staff, and pulled out the Yuehua Sword with his hand back, only to hear the clear ringing sound resounding through the room, which was so clear and intimidating.And the next moment, the silvery white blade of the Yuehua Sword turned into a bolt of lightning and hit Hai Jing's chest straight!

Jianfeng cut his face, looking at the familiar face, Hai Jing's hand holding the sword seemed to be heavy, unable to lift it up, and the image of Hai Yingxing holding her and smiling appeared in his mind.This seemed to be a curse left by the dead to the living. It penetrated into the bone marrow and merged into the blood, binding his body and mind to it, and could not be erased throughout his life.

Suddenly, a long sound of "Qiang" resounded all around, and the two internal forces collided suddenly, instantly filling the room with evil spirit.Hai Jing suddenly came back to her senses, and found that Feng Xiangyue was standing in front of her, with the long sword in her hand holding the Yuehua Sword, her arms were already trembling slightly under the pressure.

And the man stared at Feng Xiangyue at a close distance, the corner of his mouth suddenly lifted, and another layer of skill was added to his arm.For a while, Feng Xiangyue was sweating profusely, her feet were pushed back and she slipped out, leaving two scratches on the ground, but she still gritted her teeth and stood firmly in front of Hai Jing.

"Oh? As expected, he was the only one who escaped from Zhu Lian Island, and he was able to catch me with five successes, which is not bad." The man said, his smile added a bit of playfulness, and the ending sound was deliberately provoked, "It's just not I know, how long can you hold on? Master of the Nether Valley."

While speaking, the internal strength in his hands increased by [-]%, Feng Xiangyue felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his whole body was sore and limp.Seeing that he was about to be defeated, Hai Jing put one hand on his back and the other hand on the hilt of his sword, pouring in his internal energy.For a moment, the long sword in Feng Xiangyue's hand glowed with brilliance, which shocked the opponent back a few steps.

The turbulent sword energy caused the Yuehua sword to scream continuously, making the man's face frosty.The man flicked the Yuehua sword, raised his eyebrows and looked at Hai Jing, "I just received a slap from me, and you are still so energetic now, you are not bad."

Feng Xiangyue finally got a chance to breathe, let out a long breath, and glanced at Hai Jing, "Are you looking for death! Why were you in a daze just now!"

Hai Jing gently supported Feng Xiangyue, and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, it won't happen in the future."

Feng Xiangyue snorted, turned her head and ignored him.Hai Jing looked at Feng Xiangyue's side face, but felt unmoved in his heart. Except for Hai Yingxing, this was the first time someone stood in front of him in a crisis, not to mention that this person was such an arrogant Feng Xiangyue.

At this time, Feng Xiangyue stared at the person in front of him, and said coldly: "'Thousand-faced Demon Monarch' Ji Qianhuan, I didn't expect you to appear here. It seems that the reason why the Yuehua Sword disappeared was indeed related to Zhu Liandao. Can't get rid of it."

Ji Qianhuan lightly flicked the Yuehua Sword with his fingers, and his laughter filled his eardrums with the sound of the dragon's chant, "So you still remember my name, not bad. Since you never forget Zhulian Island so much, why did you insist on it?" Fleeing from the island, but not willing to stay with the island owner?"

Feng Xiangyue's face darkened, and she snorted, "Stop talking nonsense! What do you want to do with the Moon Blossom Sword!"

Ji Qianhuan shook his head, raised a finger and waved it in front of Feng Xiangyue, "Wouldn't it be too boring for me to say it? You should check it out by yourself."

Feng Xiangyue frowned slightly, but Hai Jing smiled, "Since that's the case, we can only use force to force you to speak, don't blame us for being too ruthless."

After hearing this, Ji Qianhuan let out a snort, and then laughed loudly, "You really know how to tell jokes, what can you do to me with just a few skills of yours!"

Seeing that he belittled him so much, Hai Jing was not annoyed at all, and smiled and said, "Of course I can't do anything to you, but I don't know if the two of us work together, you still have a chance of winning."

Said, Hai Jing leaned against Feng Xiangyue's shoulder, and pointed Luoxia sword at Ji Qianhuan.Feng Xiangyue also leaned close to Hai Jing, drawing a silver arc with his long sword, pointing the tip of the sword in the same direction as Hai Jing.

The two stood side by side like this, pointing their sharp blades at the same enemy, their eyes gleamed with brilliance, there was trust, there was mutual trust, and there were many complicated feelings that could not be explained clearly.

Ji Qianhuan was taken aback when he saw this, and couldn't help laughing, the laughter gradually turned cold, and finally turned into sinister words, "It seems that if you don't send you to hell, you won't let it go!"

Feng Xiangyue snorted disdainfully, and the long sword was already released, "It's not sure who will give it to whom!"

His figure flashed across like a thunderbolt, and for a moment there was only a light building left, and he rushed towards Ji Qianhuan.Almost at the same time, Hai Jing also jumped out, and the sword's edge hit the water like an eagle, stabbing straight at the opponent's lower body.

Ji Qianhuan sneered, flipped the Yuehua sword in his hand, and a cold light split into the light building.There was an ear-piercing sound of rubbing, and the Yuehua sword brushed against Feng Xiangyue's long sword and rushed forward, slammed Feng Xiangyue's sword away, slid down again, and hit Hai Jing's neck.

Hai Jing's speed was slightly slower than Feng Xiangyue's, but now Feng Xiangyue's moves were old, but Hai Jing's sword had just thrust out.Seeing the sudden change in Ji Qianhuan's castration, Hai Jing didn't panic, turned over on his side, rolled on the spot, unexpectedly circled behind Ji Qianhuan in an instant, and stabbed back with a sword.

Ji Qianhuan was attacked from the front and back, but his expression was calm, his swords were divided into left and right sides, and he blocked fifty swords from the two of them one after another.The entangled figures of the three people turned into afterimages in the room, they couldn't stop moving, and the surging sword energy caused the lights on both sides to flicker unstoppably, making the room flickering.

After another move was blocked by Ji Qianhuan, Feng Xiangyue transformed the 36-style sword moves into 72 sword moves, and slashed at the opponent's head, but only a few of them were real.At this time, Hai Jing also stabbed more than fifty swords one after another, covering Ji Qianhuan's back.Seeing the speed of the two speeding up, Ji Qianhuan began to feel that it was difficult to deal with it, he frowned slightly, and with a wave of his sleeve, three cold stars shot out, hitting Hai Jing's front door to prevent him from blocking his back.

These three hidden weapons came too fast, and Hai Jing was also leaning forward, and the sharp edge was in front of Hai Jing's eyes in an instant.Hai Jing was terrified, and hurriedly fell on his back, the hidden weapon flew through the air, scraping his hair, and landed on the ground clanging.

Taking advantage of Hai Jing's unstable figure, Ji Qianhuan slapped Hai Jing's chest with a sideways palm, and at the same time raised his right hand, and the blade "choked" to catch Feng Xiangyue's flying sword, shaking Feng Xiangyue back After a few steps, I can't help feeling proud.

However, when his palm fell halfway, he was suddenly restrained by a force, and a strong internal force poured into his arm, making his left arm numb for a while.He hurriedly lowered his head to look, and saw that Hai Jing dropped his long sword when he fell, raised his palms, clamped his hands between them, and kicked his ankles with his legs at the same time.

Ji Qian fantasized about dodging, but he was outnumbered by two hands, unable to move an inch under Hai Jing's shackles.He couldn't help gritting his teeth, turned his right wrist to Hai Jing and stabbed with a sword, "Good Hai Jing! So you avoided my hidden weapon because you calculated the position correctly! I underestimated you!"

"It's not just me that you underestimate." Hai Jing smiled slightly, ignoring the sword's edge that fell head-on, shoveled the ground with both feet, kicked Ji Qianhuan's ankle hard, and twisted and supported with both hands at the same time, The moment Yuehua sword hit the center of her eyebrows, Ji Qianhuan was thrown out into the air.

And at the position where Ji Qianhuan was about to land, Feng Xiangyue had already stood there at some point, and slashed at him with a swoop of the sword.Only then did he understand that just now Feng Xiangyue purposely took advantage of the situation to back away from him in order to stand by him here.

Seeing that the silver light on the sword tip was about to sink into his heart, Ji Qianhuan narrowed his eyes, held the Yuehua sword across his chest, and poured his inner strength into it.In the next moment, there was a sound of "Dang", and the powerful internal force overflowed from the contact points, spreading like waves, filling the secret room.

Feng Xiangyue's internal strength is not Ji Qianhuan's opponent at all, and the opponent has Yuehua Sword to help him. For a while, he felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him, his internal organs were about to be shattered, and a gap was opened in his long sword.