Only senior brother is amazing

"Mirror Flower Palace? We are still looking for you, but you yourself came to your door first." He Bei's voice was loud, setting off a thousand waves of panic among the crowd.

"It's Mirror Flower Palace!"

"The Devil's Cult! It's the Devil's Cult that attacked my Fengyu Mountain!"

"Jinghua Palace slaughtered my fellow disciples indiscriminately!"

Those who are not afraid of death have already rushed forward, wrestling with the black shadows emerging from the surrounding bushes.For a while, swords, lights and swords blared, indirect and continuous.

Disputes between rivers and lakes have always been on the line of life and death.For these respectable and upright disciples present, the sudden arrival of the Demon Sect did not give them any room to breathe.Jinghua Palace's methods are ruthless, and there is no so-called morality in them. Human life is like nothing, and innocent people can be killed indiscriminately.

The killing battle caused by Jinghua Palace for some reason made the scene before everyone's eyes bloody and tragic, with broken limbs constantly flying around, or corpses lying on the ground.

He Bei is used to such scenes of facing life and death, but some fledgling disciples have never seen such intense scenes, and some of the corpses flying in front of them are even their fellow disciples who have been with each other day and night... Some have already lost their legs and feet. Soft, slumped to the ground.Some have forgotten their original mission of joining the Jinzong sect, and fled in strong cowardice and fear.

Human nature.

Most of those who dare to fight are those with higher martial arts ranks and rich experience in the world. They are full of justice, hate evil like hatred, and righteousness is better than life and death.

No one would have thought that Jinghua Palace would be so impatient after obtaining the fragments of Hetu Luoshu, that they would directly come to the door to provoke them.

Jinghua Palace came to provoke at this time, making He Bei puzzled.Although the strength of Jinghua Palace at this time is not low, no matter how strong it is, there is no need to choose it on the day of the Zhenwu Conference. In the inland of Zhongzhou, when half of the martial arts masters from all over the world gather to come to trouble. Declaring war in the interior, no matter how ambitious their ambitions are, they will not end there.

Jinghua Palace must have another purpose for causing this commotion.

For Jinghua Palace, it must be the fragments of Hetu Luoshu that can make them stir up trouble.

Last month, He Bei bought the coachman who came to ruin the temple to do business with him on behalf of Jinghua Palace, and asked the coachman to change his words to Jinghua Palace, claiming that he only saw people from the Zhenwu League on the day of the ruined temple deal, and the Zhenwu League arrested him , After some torture for clues about Jinghua Palace, he was released after he couldn't find anything.

He Bei asked the coachman to say this, only to make Jinghua Palace suspect that the fragments of Hetu Luoshu were not lost at all, and were still held in the hands of Zhenwumeng.

After all, once Jinguan came, he saw no one alive, and no corpse when he died.Secondly, after Li Yu's betrayal, he nestled beside Song Jing in the city lord's mansion and became a coward.All kinds of signs are creating an illusion that the Jinghua Palace failed to steal the fragments, but was defeated by the Zhenwu League.

Last but not least, the secret hiding place of Taiziling Underwater River has already been discovered by the Zhenwu League, and the Jinghua Palace is already in danger, so there is no need to expose yourself at this time and stage a show of stealth.

Why in the end?

He Bei knew that Jinghua Palace must be holding back a big move at this moment. He looked at He An, the hall masters of Zhenwu League, the elders of Jianzhuang, and the inland of Zhongzhou who were flying towards here not far away. The masters of other factions did not breathe a sigh of relief.

With a sound of "puchi", Jinglian was knocked to the ground by a sharp and resolute palm fan.

He Bei's first reaction was to get rid of the person in front of him, and quickly went to Jinglian's side.He saw a person wearing a dark purple cloak and a wide hood descending from the sky. The moment he landed, the internal force he exploded knocked the people around him to the ground, and the dust clouded his eyes, and the leaves rustled Flying, all the lights and shadows of the blood blades suddenly went out, and the surroundings ushered in a moment of silence.

He Bei's throat tightened. The appearance of this person made his complexion extremely pale, and his whole body froze in place, as if time traveled strongly at that moment and placed him in the previous life.

The same place, the same scene, the same people, the same purple clothes.

He is very familiar with this purple dress.

In the last life, this uninvited guest in purple and the disciples of the Jinghua Palace descended from the sky just like today, and joined hands with the masters sent by the Jinsha Tiandi League to wipe out Jianzhuang's blood.

(This is the beginning of the memory of the Jianzhuang Miemen tragedy in the previous life. Some babies missed it and thought it was this life. Highlight it)

At that time, before dawn, many disciples were still asleep, and they were sneaked into the house by followers of Jinghua Palace and killed them.

At that time, He Bei was locked in the confinement room underground in Lanzhu for a whole night because of his mistakes.

What exactly was the mistake He Bei made in retrospect, he has even forgotten it now, it seems that after cultivating Jinglian for many years, a herb that could cure the old owner's eye disease was pulled out.

The moment He Bei stepped out of the confinement room and saw the sun again, he happened to catch up with three orange fireworks blooming one after another in the sky above Fengyu Mountain.The fireworks were so dazzling that they blew up the white clouds.

At the beginning, Jianzhuang's setting for the orange fireworks - it will only be lit when the hostile gangs attack or the demon sect invades.

In the past 100 years in Jianzhuang, there has never been any rival gangs fighting against each other. He Bei can only think of the reason for the invasion of the Demon Cult.

When he walked out of Lanzhu with a heart full of apprehension, he saw a few corpses lying on the sidewalk, dressed in the uniforms of Jianzhuang disciples, with their throats sealed with a knife, and his whole body shivered.

He knew all those fellow disciples who died before his eyes, and all of them had been together day and night for many years.They lay quietly in the pool of blood on the blue-gray stone bricks, motionless, as if they were asleep.The blood flowed down the cracks of the bricks to He Bei's feet, and the strong smell of blood spread in the cool morning air, making him feel uncomfortable.

It was supposed to be a warm May day when the grass grows and warblers fly, plums yellow and apricots fat.

If nothing else happened, when he came out of the confinement room today, he should go to the Ming Academy to find Xie Juan, and show him that he accidentally researched a new puppet technique in the confinement room last night.

He didn't see Xie Juan after sweeping around in Lanzhu... When he came out, there was a sea of ​​corpses and blood all over the ground, who killed Jianzhuang?

The surroundings were terribly silent, and there was no sound of fighting.

He Bei walked forward slowly step by step, the hairs all over his body stood on end, this feeling of total silence was much more terrifying than facing the slaughter directly, it was like a dream, it was extremely absurd.

"Pa-ta", "pat-ta", a few drops of cold, sticky stuff dripped on his face.

He Bei raised his head in astonishment, and a human head hanging on the treetop was looking at him with staring eyes.

The face of this human head was stained and mottled with blood, and the flesh was blurred.He could vaguely recognize that the owner of the head was his master Jinglian.

Jinglian loves face the most.She once told He Bei that if she died one day, she must be buried in flowing water and flowers, and she should walk more beautifully.

He Bei was shocked on the spot, feeling dizzy for a while, his legs were limp, and he lost his strength.

His master's martial arts are profound, he is in the ninth-rank realm, and he is about to enter the realm of a master, so how could he end up like this.

Master is one of the pillars of Jianzhuang. In He Bei's eyes, she has been as powerful as a god since she was a child.When the sky falls, the master will take care of him, if there is trouble, the master will take care of him, and if his father is gone, the master will take care of him. She treats him like her own child, and takes care of all his youthful and youthful years.

The master has fallen, and He Bei dare not think about whether his senior...whether his senior...will be killed by the traitors of the devil cult just like his master.

At that time, He Bei didn't really face the bloody storms and ruthlessness of life and death.These scenes that have been circulated in the long history of Jianghu, rumors, and scriptures actually happened to him.

His heart was wrapped in ignorant fear. At that time, there was only one thought in his mind, which was to quickly find Xie Juan, and he wanted to confirm that Xie Juan was still alive.

According to the time, if there are no accidents, Xie Juan is preparing morning classes for the outer disciples in the Ming Academy.An accident...he dared not think about it.

He Bei ran quickly in the direction of the Ming Academy, seeing more and more corpses on the road, and his heart became more and more flustered.Those lying on the ground are all disciples of Jianzhuang. Most of them are familiar with each other. They are all fellow disciples of Jianzhuang who have eaten with Jianzhuang for more than ten years... He tripped and fell to the ground with half of his arm , covered in dust mixed with blood, he quickly got up, not caring about his embarrassment, and then one corpse after another dazzled his eyes, he was eager to find Xie Juan, he was too afraid that he would break the face of a certain corpse, it was Xie tired face.

His mind is messed up, and he doesn't even know what to do with himself.

The lifeless Jianzhuang is like a cemetery, the red of the phoenix flower and the blood on the ground echo each other, and the gray crows pass by the sky and leave a few wails, adding a bit of desolation and silence.

He Bei could feel that the entire Jianzhuang had been slaughtered almost to death...

When he passed the martial arts platform, the scene was different from what he had imagined.On Friday, the lecture platform was surrounded by layers of Jinghua Palace believers in black iron armor and gray-blue ghost masks.They remained silent, holding bloody weapons, and stood upright in place, waiting for orders.It is so solemn that it looks like a bull's head and a horse's face that crossed from hell to the world.

In the center of the martial arts platform, at some point, a gold and jade throne with a snake pattern was placed, on which sat a man in a purple robe.

The man has a beautiful and seductive appearance, red eyes, erect facial features, a sharp chin, wheat-colored skin, and a sinister look when he is not smiling.He looked at He Bei, with a cold smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, his posture seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.

The man in purple robe is Yangjue, the owner of Jinghua Palace.

Yang Jue was holding a chain in one hand, his right foot was stepping on Qi Nian's back, the chain held in his right hand held Xie Juan's neck, pulling it a few times from time to time, pulling Xie Juan's jade-colored neck out A few reddish-brown marks.

"Senior Brother, Junior Brother..." He Bei's lips moved, but he couldn't make a sound.

Yang Jue rubbed his chin and looked He Bei from head to toe, a smile of unknown meaning gradually appeared on his face.He said sadly: "Hand over Bai Zi, and I will spare your senior brother and junior brother from dying. Aren't you a decent family who are the most affectionate? You don't want to see your senior brother die in front of you, do you?"

The blood all over He Bei's body suddenly boiled, and the air rushed to his chest.At that time, he didn't understand why the people of the Demon Cult could be so vicious!For a Baizi, so many lives were slaughtered.

The veins on He Bei's face exploded, and he yelled at Yang Jue: "Baizi? I don't care for Baizi! If you want it, I will give it to you. Why did you kill them?"

How could a bad guy have a heart, Yang Jue shrugged: "If you want to kill, kill it."

Xie Juan's neck was imprisoned by iron chains wrapped several times, and he looked like he was struggling to breathe. He had just fought with the disciples of Jinghua Palace, and he had little energy left, so it was very difficult to speak: "Han Chuan, Bai Zi ...could not be given to them."

He Bei understands what Xie Juan means, Jinghua Palace already has a white stone, if there is another one, it will not only be Fengyu Jianzhuang, but the entire inland of Zhongzhou that will suffer in the future.

But Yang Jue didn't give him a chance to hesitate at all.He stomped hard on Qi Nian's spine, and the crisp sound of bone shattering was accompanied by Qi Nian's continuous miserable howls.

Beloved relatives and friends... Jianghu Dayi... He Bei has always been a selfish person.

"I'll give you the baizi, but you are not allowed to hurt my senior brothers any more."

Xie Juan gritted his teeth and said, "No...yes."

Xie Juan knew that Mirror Flower Palace was like a cold-blooded snake, it would not have any faith at all.

He Bei also knew.But his expression was unprecedentedly determined and fearless: "Baizi is in my hands, my people, my Baizi, all belong to you. I want you to send my senior brother and younger brother out of Jianzhuang personally."

At this time, Fengyu Jianzhuang was tightly guarded inside and outside by the disciples of Jinghua Palace, and the Jianghu support sent by the mountain was currently fighting with the people of Jinghua Palace on the mountainside of Fengyu Mountain. break in.

He Bei never understood that He An didn't want to see him so much, but he passed Baizi as a birthday gift to him at the birthday banquet not long ago.At first he was secretly happy because of this, and took the white pieces fresh for a few days.

But he always felt that Bai Zi was a waste on him, and he even thought about giving Bai Zi to Xie Juan, but Xie Juan refused.

It wasn't until later that he understood why He An was eager to bestow Baizi on him.

With the emergence of several dangerous figures who have become grandmasters in Jinsha in recent years, Jinsha's power in the world has continued to expand, their strength has grown rapidly, and their invasion of the inland of Zhongzhou has been more frequent than when Li Guo was alive.

The southwest is the first line of defense in the interior of Zhongzhou, and He An leads Tong Yilin's army on the front line all day long.He An didn't know if he would die on the battlefield one day, so on He Bei's birthday, he found time to visit him, and passed Bai Zi to him.

He Bei's temperament has been unstable these years, and he was greedy for fun, otherwise He An's white son would have been passed on to him earlier.

There was a slight sneer on the corner of Yang Jue's mouth, and he looked at He Bei with burning eyes: "He Shaoxia is a person who values ​​love and righteousness. I promise you to send your brother to Jianzhuang, but Bai Zi and your people must stay."

He Bei stood in front of the martial arts platform, wearing red clothes like wiping away the setting sun, as if he had put life and death in a flash: "I want to see with my own eyes that my brothers and sisters leave your control safely."

Xie Juan looked at He Bei sadly, and said bitterly: "Bai Zi...you can't give it even if you die."

Qi Nian, who was kneeling at Yang Jue's feet, also said with blood in his mouth: "Brother...don't let this traitor succeed..."

He Bei had already lost his master, so how could he just watch his senior and his senior brothers leave.

Yang Jue tightened a chain with one hand, got up, and dragged Xie Juan and Qi Nian behind him.

Xie Juan was suddenly dragged forward by Yang Jue. He was tied tightly by an iron chain around his neck, his face flushed instantly, his lips were slightly parted, he couldn't breathe, his forehead was sweating, and his hair was messy. It sticks to the cheek along the sweat, like a dying pond fish.

Qi Nian's situation was even worse, his ribs were broken by Yang Jue just now, and now he couldn't straighten up, being dragged by Yang Jue like a corpse, he was so painful that he wailed again and again, his expression was so painful extreme,

He Bei looked at Xie Juan and Qi Nian, his heart was throbbing, he suppressed his anger and said: "My senior brother can go by himself. And my senior brother, you find two people to carry him, otherwise you feel like you are dragging him like this , can he make it to the gate of Jianzhuang alive?"

Yang Jue didn't care at all: "Yo, you have a bad temper, now it's your turn to negotiate terms with me?"

He Bei took out the Yanshan sword from his waist and pointed it straight at Yang Jue's chest: "Since you are talking about cooperation with me, you must show sincerity, is this your sincerity?"

"Okay, I won't procrastinate, I've pissed off the little beauty." Yang Jue had inexplicably liked He Bei's appearance the first time he saw him before.He was a little more tolerant towards him. Originally, whether He Bei and him talked about this cooperation, he was bound to win it, but now that he is playful, he wants to do it no matter what.

He Bei felt a chill at the address Yang Jue gave him.

"You guys carry him." Yang Jue directed a few believers to lift Qi Nian and follow behind him.

"You, stand up and go by yourself, or your little junior brother will feel sorry for you." Yang Jue kicked Xie Juan who was dragged to the ground while talking.

Seeing this scene, He Bei almost couldn't control himself, he wished he could chop off Yang Jue's head with a sword, chop it into a meat paste and step on it under his feet.

But Yang Jue, who used Bai Zi to practice evil skills for five years, has reached the realm of a master, and he is no match for mere fifth rank.

Seeing He Bei glaring at him viciously, Yang Jue felt relieved.He just likes the way the person he likes is irritated by him little by little, and he wants to kill him but can't.

What's more, the way this little beauty frowns and stares at others is really cute.

He Bei stepped forward to help Xie Juan up, holding Xie Juan's arm. His senior brother is so neat, and he was tortured into such a state at this moment. He couldn't even wipe off the wrinkles on his clothes, and couldn't pat the pimples off his body. Dust, he wanted to wipe his tears for him, but unintentionally wiped away a drop of blood that fell on the corner of his eye, and a bright trace appeared on the cold white skin, like a sad little flower in the corner of his eye.

The two looked at each other with sympathy, which was worth a thousand words.

"I said to let him go by himself, but didn't say to let you help him?" Yang Jue's voice came from the back of He Bei's head.

The author has something to say:

Yang Jue you have no heart! ! !