The rivers and lakes are full of vests

Fu Peibai stared at the bright red on the bride's forehead, and didn't react for a while, but there was movement behind him.

The closed door opened, and dozens of men in black came in one after another. The leader was a tall man. Seeing that there were still survivors in the courtyard, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he raised his hands. Several black men The man in clothes immediately drew out the long sword from his waist and struck at Fu Peibai.

Fu Peibai dodged the attack sideways, leaned back, tapped his feet, and dodged the attacks of several people while retreating.

The long blades met, emitting glaring silver sparks, but ordinary long swords are no match for Ming Xiao, Fu Peibai only exerted a little force, and Ming Xiao's extremely sharp blade shattered the swords of the two men.

The blade shattered into several pieces and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The leading man in black froze for a moment, and then sent out the rest of them. He also slowly drew his sword and joined the battle.

In the messy and dilapidated mansion of the Ling Mansion, there are endless sounds of weapons clashing. There are twenty men in black, all of whom are excellent in martial arts. Fu Peibai has one against twenty, and it is only a matter of time before he loses.

She is very clear about how to solve the current crisis, and the dormant inner energy in her dantian is faintly agitated, but she is unwilling, unwilling to take the risk of going crazy to solve these men in black, because she knows that once she loses control At this time, for those lucky enough to survive under the table, the most terrifying thing is not the man in black, but herself. She can't guarantee whether she can recover her sanity after losing control and not hurt those people.

After all, the woman who hugged herself and comforted her in front of the ruined temple on a rainy night in the southwest is no longer there...

"Tearing——" At a moment of distraction, Fu Peibai's arm was cut by a sharp blade, which happened to be the forearm where Ye Wuzhong scratched.

The old wound was torn, and the blood flowed profusely. She couldn't control the tingling pain in her arm. With a drink of luck, Ming Xiao turned into a soft form, passed by a man's arm, and straightened when it passed the neck. The sharp sword The blade slashed straight across the fragile neck.

The man opened his eyes wide in horror, his body crashed to the ground, a thin line of blood emerged from his neck, a moment later, a large amount of blood gushed out from the line, and the thin column of blood spurted out wantonly.

Fu Peibai was panting violently. She clutched the wound on her right arm, and glanced coldly at the men in black in front of her.

The man in black was stunned by her for a moment, holding on to the sword hesitantly, not daring to step forward.

The leading man in black was accidentally injured by Fu Peibai just now. He clutched the wound on his waist and abdomen, and asked ruthlessly, "Who are you? Why did you spoil my good deeds?"

Fu Peibai sneered, "Then who are you, to do such outrageous things?!"

The man squinted his eyes, and laughed in a low voice, "Lingyang faction participated in the operation to exterminate our sect last year. Who do you think we are?"

Seeing that Fu Peibai didn't answer, the man continued: "Today, you might as well let you die more clearly. We are here to avenge you under the order of the leader. The famous Luo Yingwei will shock the world again!"

Fu Peibai lowered her head, her shoulders began to tremble slightly, and as the trembling became stronger, her laughter gradually overflowed from her drooping head.

Finally, she laughed uncontrollably, a trembling laugh.

She knelt on the ground on one knee, supported Ming Xiao with one hand, and laughed wildly up to the sky, but her eyes were full of water when she smiled, and two lines of tears flowed out with the wanton smile.

The man in black was shocked by her madness, and forgot to move for a while.

It was a clumsy, too clumsy lie. The group of men in black claimed that they were from Luoying, but no matter how they tried to hide it, they couldn't hide the shadow of Tianji swordsmanship that inadvertently leaked out during the fight.

"That's not what we did at all. It was Tianjizong who framed us, those sanctimonious hypocrites! Nasty and despicable!"

"I can't tell you more right now, but you need to remember that what you see is not necessarily true, and what you hear is not false. Tianji Sect is not as open and aboveboard as you think, and Lu Wencheng is not a good person."

Fu Peibai recalled the last sentence Shi Qi said to her, tears could not stop flowing.

It turns out that everything she thinks is true is false, but the false is true. She has been living in a lie from beginning to end, being deceived and deceived by others. The bloody hatred of the past two years seems to be a bubble in water. , she didn't even hate anyone.

That lofty and incomparably noble Sword Sect Master Lu Wencheng is actually her bloody enemy. Once upon a time, she was really grateful and respectful to him. Even before today, she had already been mentally prepared, but when the truth spread like a bloody wound... She still had a hard time accepting it when it was shown in front of her.

Seeing Fu Peibai's mental breakdown, the man in black naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity. He took out a hidden weapon from his arms and threw it at him.

Just when he thought he was going to succeed, with a "ding", a piece of gravel flew from nowhere and hit the hidden weapon in midair. The hidden weapon immediately deviated from the direction and pierced into the table beside him.

"Who!"

The man in black looked back angrily, and saw the same man in black standing on the eaves, but it could be seen from the figure that the person who came was a woman.

The woman stepped lightly, and landed beside Fu Peibai lightly. She glanced quickly and found that blood was slowly oozing from Fu Peibai's forearm, her eyes darkened a little, she straightened up, and said in a cold voice, "You are the ones who are entrusted to you by the leader!" How could I not know about Lingyang, the Mingdemen?"

The man was startled, and was taken a step back by the woman's cold aura, "What... do you mean?"

The woman chuckled lightly, mockingly, "Pretending to be my congregation, how daring." As she spoke, she slowly walked towards a group of men in black, with a silver dagger carved with complicated patterns on the handle. appeared in her hand.

The men in black were shocked and shouted in panic: "Yanyue Dagger, Luoying Cult, you are the envoy of Luoying Cult!"

The woman didn't give them too much time to be surprised. Holding a short dagger, she flew forward and started fighting with a group of men in black.

Fu Peibai stared blankly at the slender and agile figure among the shadows, opened his mouth slightly, and uttered two inaudible words.

"Seventeen..."

The woman who was fighting with the crowd naturally couldn't hear it, but the next moment, when a hidden weapon flew towards the door, a sentence of "Be careful!"

The woman turned her head to avoid it, and when she looked sideways, Fu Peibai's slender figure appeared beside her.

The two eyes met briefly and then separated.

They stood with their backs facing each other, facing the remaining man in black in front of them.

The leader of the man in black yelled, and rushed forward first. In the Ling Mansion, which had been quiet for a while, there was the sound of weapons being handed over again.

A quarter of an hour later, the dark night courtyard was quiet again. When Fu Peibai pulled out the Mingxiao Sword from the chest of a man in black, his body lost strength and he was about to kneel down. Fortunately, a pair of blood-stained hands reached out. , hold her firmly.

She looked up and met those light brown glazed eyes again.

Neither of the two spoke for a while, they watched each other silently, only the sound of rapid panting remained.

After a while, Fu Peibai got up and stood still, unable to say the "thank you" stuck in his throat.

At this time, a tall man in black came out from the back room. He and Fu Peibai were separated by a distance of several feet, and in the dark night, Fu Peibai couldn't see his exposed eyes clearly, but the two looked at each other. The moment they met, she still felt a sense of familiarity.

Shi Qi saw the man in black appearing, and walked straight over. The man whispered something in her ear, and the two of them made a gesture to leave.

Seeing the intimate scene between the two, Fu Peibai suddenly felt overwhelmed and yelled out of control, "Stop!"

The two stopped and looked back at Fu Peibai calmly.

Fu Peibai took a step forward, her mind was a little confused, she didn't know why she stopped Shi Qi, and what to say when she stopped Shi Qi, she obviously had a lot of things to ask and say, but now she didn't know at all say something.

Seeing that she had nothing to say, the two of them were about to fly away again.

Fu Peibai panted heavily, and hastily shouted: "Leave the fragments of the climbing tomb!"

The two of them paused when they heard the sound.

She said with a firm voice: "You can appear here only because of the fragments of the Dengling Mausoleum, and hand over the fragments of the Dengling Mausoleum!"

Seventeen slowly walked to a position about ten feet away from Fu Peibai, and the two were separated by a cluster of crackling and burning fires.

The light of the fire was reflected in the pupils of Shi Qi's calm and calm, and she said softly: "What if I don't give it?"

Fu Peibai clenched her fists tightly, and due to exertion, a lot of blood oozes from the wound on her right forearm. She gritted her teeth and said in a deep voice, "Give it to me."

Shi Qi didn't respond, her eyes fell on her dark red arm.

"Seventeen!"

The man who had been silent all this time spoke, his voice was hoarse, it was a disguised voice.

"Time to go," he urged.

Shi Qi frowned slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he turned around resolutely and walked towards the man.

Fu Peibai couldn't bear the anger rolling in her chest anymore, she raised Ming Xiao and roared angrily: "I tell you to stop! Hand over the fragments of Dengling!"

Seeing her flashing the Mingxiao Sword, the man strode forward two steps, blocking Shiqi's body, staring at Fu Peibai sternly.

Veins popped out on Fu Peibai's forehead. She didn't know whether it was the scene in front of her that irritated her, or Shi Qi's extremely indifferent appearance irritated her. She only knew that there was nowhere to vent her anger, which made her eyes flush.

She clenched Ming Xiao tightly, and the silver light of the sword blade was reflected in her dark pupils. The next moment, she held the sword and came to the man, and slashed with strength.

The man pulled Shiqi to escape, and she swept her sword again.

After the man dodged this time, he was obviously a little angry. He pushed Shiqi away in one fell swoop, pulled out the short blade from the armguard, and flew towards Fu Peibai.

The two started fighting like this. Fu Peibai caught a glimpse of the man's deep eyes from the corner of his eye, and a familiar feeling crept into her heart again. When she was distracted, her arm was slashed by the short blade. Injury to flesh.

She fixed her eyes and raised the sword, the sword light was piercing towards the man's heart, but the next moment, a slightly sullen "Enough!" came from her ear

A faint scent wafted from the tip of her nose, and a pair of familiar eyes appeared in front of her eyes. In shock, although she stopped the sword in time, the sharp point of the sword still pierced Shi Qi's shoulder blade.

Fu Peibai stared blankly at the tinge of bright red stained on the tip of Ming Xiao's sword, and the hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.

She stepped back and watched the man take Shiqi's arm and fly away, his back completely disappeared into the night.

She didn't make another sound to stop her, but with a "bang", Ming Xiao got out of her hand and fell to the ground, followed by a dull sound.

She knelt on the ground dejectedly, breathing slowly and heavily.

She remembered that Meng Yan had made her swear that Ming Xiao Sword would never face relatives, friends, or lovers.

But this is the second time she has injured Shiqi...

Thinking about it, Shi Qiyi approached her in the first place to climb the fragments of the mausoleum, but other than that, she never hurt herself, on the contrary, she was driven to her head by anger and hurt her again and again.

Memories came over me, those companionship day and night were true, those heart-to-heart conversations were true, the caring and comforting words were true, and even those feelings that could not be concealed were true... ...

Fu Peibai propped her hands on the ground, and her ten fingers dug into the cracks in the ground tightly. Her body trembled slightly, and a hoarse cry was suppressed in her throat.