flapping wings

The torrential rain poured down, and the whole world was washed clean and dust-free.

Everyone looked at each other against the rain, not knowing how to express their position, but Mrs. Heng Hen took the initiative to take half a step back, expressing her position very simply.

Xiao Muya came to Qi Ping and the others and lifted his chin, his eyes pretended to be questioning, this person's lips are now white, it is obvious that he wasted a lot of energy when he was chanting sutras just now.

Qi Ping and the two took half a step back and nodded at him with winks, Xiao Muya cupped his hands at Duan Qingyin and said: "I, Xiao, will not help anyone again."

"My Tianshan sect is the same," Hua Buluo's voice sounded, and all the heroes and masters responded one after another.

Seeing that there are many dangers here, and there is no guarantee at this moment, those who are eager to join in the fun here have to leave on their own, or run to a farther distance to watch here.

Fang Jianzhi wiped the rain off his face, stood next to Qi Ping with a sad face, frowned and asked, "Is Xiaobao not with you?"

"Xiaobao is here?" Qi Ping shook his head and said with concern, "How are you doing? I was too busy fighting against the enemy just now, so I didn't care about you."

"Without the three, Mingyuan is still going crazy." Fang Jianzhi's eyes were reddish, and he sighed weakly: "I would not have brought them here if I knew it earlier, and now Xiaobao doesn't know where to go. "

Qi Ping was stunned for a moment, his heart sank, and his nose suddenly felt sour. Those who fought side by side with them in high spirits a few days ago, were involved in this conspiracy just like Xiao Bao, and became victims of this lump of mud .

There are indeed too many people who died, even the famous sects such as Tianshan School and Xuanxiu School have died so many people, and it is even more difficult to imagine the miserable situation of those small sects with little background.

But now, apart from Zhang Rumeng and his wife who could no longer speak, the people behind the scenes only leaked this tentacles to catch.

Destiny is still unpredictable, forces are in dispute, and it is not known where this broken ship named Jianghu will sail.

At this time, in a dark alley in Qingyin Pavilion, two people seemed to be arguing about something.

One of them was wearing a silver mask, the other was wearing a wide black cloak, holding an umbrella in one hand and a stack of books in the other.

The man in the cloak shouted hoarsely and asked, "Isn't killing so many people enough to achieve your goal? I beg you to open your eyes and see how many people you have killed! Even God won't help you now!"

"It's not enough, Shi Qing has already come to Yunhe City, the next move can be imagined," the rain slid over the silver mask, he turned his head, and patted the books in the cloaked man's hand: "Go."

The man in the cloak clenched the hand of the book, and because he was so excited, the book was squeezed and creaked, "I want to be a good person, but why do you refuse to let me go? First he, then you, why? "

"That's how fate is." The masked man patted him on the shoulder: "You're almost free, and after finishing this, you can be your good man."

The man in the cloak turned his head to look at the Qingyin Pavilion. On the other side of this dilapidated attic, countless lives were dying.

"I have never been able to figure out why you are all so eager to get that jade ruyi. If the time is staggered, wouldn't there be so many innocent people who died tragically? Could it be that God can't get used to this world?"

The masked man patiently explained: "Practicing is insane, if you don't get the yin and yang non-phase magical skill, you won't have a long time to live. I don't know the way of magic."

Qingyin Pavilion here

This rain made the magic way even more powerful. The demagogic power emanating from the music was swept away by the rain, and the fight between the two sides was finally fair.

The ugly camel and the red Luosha attacked Duan Qingyin in the center from left to right.

Yanqing held his fly whisk and Hongling and led a few Hemiaozong disciples to attack the periphery.

Xue Shura led the people from the Death Demon Sect and the No Surname Sect, divided into five groups and attacked in five directions.

Xiangqing'er frowned tightly, quit the battle circle and began to think about countermeasures. The Qingyin Pavilion team cooperated very tacitly. Therefore, although the Demon Dao has a large number of people, it has never made any breakthroughs. The battle has already suffered a lot. people.

"It's not going to work like this, our people will be killed by them sooner or later," Hong Shura left the ugly camel, retreated to Xiang Qing'er and said, "Fighting Duan Qingyin alone seems to be fighting with all the women in Qingyin Pavilion at the same time."

Hong Ling also came down from the battlefield. She glanced at Mu Xiaoque who was standing not far away, then turned back to look at Xiang Qing'er and said, "It's an exaggeration to say that there is no Red Guardian in the outermost area, but I also have this feeling."

Xiang Qing'er wiped the water off her face with a handkerchief, looked at the calm-looking woman in the rain, gritted her silver teeth lightly, and her eyes were clouded with hostility.

"Regroup, add three more people to each group, and defeat them one by one from the outer circle. Isn't Duan Qingyin amazing? I want to see how powerful she can be without her wings."

Hong Ling nodded and returned to the battle. After adding three people, the obvious advantage increased greatly.

With a whip, she smashed the Guqin held by a woman in a green shirt, and the tail of the whip lightly lifted up and directly wrapped around the man's neck. She pulled her arm back hard, and with a click, the neck bone was completely broken.

Xiang Qing'er looked at Hong Luocha and said: "Call the ugly camel down, and lead the people to cut off Duan Qingyin's wings first, we must make a quick decision now, if something goes wrong, we will all go back and shrink for another ten years."

Hong Luocha nodded, and reminded Xiang Qing'er: "Your good lover is standing behind, don't let us die, you capsized in the gutter."

Xiang Qing'er looked at him gloomyly, turned her head away with disdain, and turned her head to wink at Mu Xiaoque, "I'll see you mother-in-law and mother, so I'll help you, Commander Mu won't be so stingy."

"Xiangqing'er is still good at you, you can take both," Qi Ping walked over holding Mu Xiaoque's hand, "We never thought that you have such a big appetite, wouldn't you be afraid of being stuffed to death if you eat too much?"

Xiang Qing'er swept the hands of the two of them, laughed at herself, folded her arms and shivered under the rain: "Isn't it the saddest thing to die of starvation?"

"It's sad to have a friend like you." Hua Buluo walked over and stood beside Mu Xiaoque, sighing: "Beauties are indeed deceiving."

"Young man, this is a crow standing on a pile of coal, and you can only see other people's blackness." Xiang Qing'er covered her lips and smiled, "Men in this world really look the same, they don't recognize them when they pull up their pants." people."

Hua Buluo's pale face, which was ridiculed, turned even paler. He glared at Xiang Qing'er angrily, then pretended to be dumb and stopped responding. His chest was visible to the naked eye as it rose high and then dropped heavily.

Qingyin Pavilion's tune changed again, from high-pitched to soft, several people looked at each other, and at the same time a thought "it's over" came to their chests.

Xiang Qing'er drew out a knife and rushed over, "Quick battle, quick decision!"

The Demonic Dao's offensive became more and more fierce, and they all rushed up desperately, and the blood splashes melted into the night, and were washed away by the rain.

Although both Qingyin Pavilion and Mo Dao suffered heavy damage, Mo Dao itself adopted the tactics of crowds, and this casualty was already in their consideration.

Qingyin Pavilion is different, every death is like a piece of flesh falling from the body.

The sound of the music became weaker and weaker, and with a bang, some woman's strings broke again. Duan Qingyin swipe the surface of the piano with her fingertips, and suddenly jumped out of the encirclement, fleeing into the night.

Everyone on the righteous path took a step forward, and Duan Qingyin's melodious voice sounded amidst the sound of the rainstorm: "The two will not help each other just now, heroes, don't forget it because of your bad memory."

It turned out that this woman was waiting for them here!

"It's a good plan," Hua Buluo spat on the ground, wiped her face fiercely, and felt that she was so ridiculous just now, that she actually believed that she was really gentle and pleasant, "This woman must die!"

"Want to run? I've been waiting for you for a long time," Duan Qingyin suddenly retreated from the night with a spout of blood.

Everyone looked around, only to see a middle-aged man coming from the rain calmly, nodding politely towards Zhengdao, "Everyone, long time no see!"

"Shi Qing?" Apparently, many people in the righteous path recognized him, and everyone's hands holding weapons slightly tightened, with hatred on their faces.

"Thank you all for remembering," Shi Qing politely glanced around, disappointed, "I only saw a few familiar faces, old, old."

Duan Qingyin knew that there was no way out, so she interrupted Shi Qing's hypocritical sigh, and said with a smile: "To catch me as a weak woman, is it worth the visit of the Sect Master of the Death Demon Sect?"

"I, the master of the Hemiao sect, is so bad at it," Xiang Qing'er said helplessly, "Sure enough, I should walk around the rivers and lakes more, so that Miss Duan only knows about Master Shi and not me, Xiang Qing'er."

"If you really want to commit suicide, forget it." Duan Qingyin glanced at Xiang Qing'er, obviously not paying attention to her, and said with hatred: "It's not bad for you to waste all your energy tonight."

"Miss Duan is a smart person," Shi Qing said softly, "Smart people never consider the option of committing suicide in front of the enemy, obediently come with us, you can think about how to escape earlier."

Duan Qingyin sneered, and threw the pipa on the ground casually, only to see countless red afterimages surrounding Duan Qingyin, and when the red shadow receded, Duan Qingyin who was bundled up like rice dumplings leaked out.

Xiang Qing'er turned around and looked at the Zhengdao people and said with a smile: "There is an appointment first, and we don't help each other, heroes, don't have a bad memory!"

Suddenly, an umbrella covered Qi Ping and the others, and the old woman handed a note to Mu Xiaoque, and walked past without looking sideways.

He opened the note and looked at it, only to see that it said: "In all the Fengyue Institutes in Yunhe City, no prostitute has hurt anyone with scissors."

right now

"Don't let them take Duan Qingyin away!"

A loud shout suddenly sounded on the Qingyin Pavilion loft, Qi Ping and Mu Xiaoque stiffened their backs and looked up.

In the hazy rain, the man could see half of his face covered, leaving only his chin exposed.

Holding the book and half of the broken silver mask in his hand, the man continued to shout: "Duan Qingyin is the behind-the-scenes operator of Cuiyuanfang! Du Sanniang's master! I found these account books in the building! She is the one behind the scene!" That ghost! The murderer of the massacre of the Qi family! The chief culprit who stole two handfuls of Yu Ruyi! Just killed many of our fellow executioners!"

Both Zheng and Mo Dao were stunned. It is unknown who drew out the long sword first, swung the rain curtain, and rushed towards the Mo Dao.

Then it started to get out of hand, the water was stepped on and splashed in all directions, and a lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the faces of everyone who were either ecstatic or filled with hatred.

Qi Ping and Mu Xiaoque finally saw the figure of the man clearly through the lightning. Through the heavy rain, the two sides looked at each other for a long time, and Xiao Bao bowed to them from afar.

He handed the account book to Fang Jianzhi who had just rushed over, jumped off the attic, and disappeared into the night without a trace.

At this time, in a certain room of the Beishan Inn, two middle-aged men who were nearly fifty years old were looking out the window, looking at the brawl not far away through the night.

One of them straightened the empty sleeve on the right side and turned to look at the other person: "Sure enough, the calculation is correct. Someone has the same purpose as us, and is even more ruthless."

"This game," the other said, pinching the walnut in his hand, "We still won, and we can be liberated after the last move."