Yangyue

In the dark deep forest, a figure staggered and fled forward. He was out of breath, his chest heaved violently, and he held the incision of his bloody severed arm in one hand, sprinkling scarlet blood all the way.

Geng Chongdao's eyes were red, and he walked towards a certain place in the mountains with a light kung fu. Thinking of everything that happened just now, endless fear came from his heart.

Unusual martial arts strange moves, absolutely powerful and oppressive.

A cave loomed among the trees, and Geng Chongdao fell on the tree. Because he lost his arm, he lost his balance and fell to the ground in embarrassment, causing him to yell and curse.

Geng Chong spat out the grass stalks in his mouth, but he saw a ghostly shadow appearing in the dark forest from the corner of his eye. He held his breath suddenly, fearing that Qi Zhu would catch up.

After the man stepped out slowly, Geng Chongdao saw his true face clearly.

The visitor was wearing a dark red dress, tall and tall, his legs were as thin as bamboo poles, his eyes were very small, his mouth was protruding and pointed, and his whole face was somewhat indescribably weird.

Geng Chongdao gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground, gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "How dare you lie to me!"

"Cheat you?" The visitor smiled inexplicably, "When did I lie to you? I told you a long time ago that Xian Kunhou is not an ordinary person. You are arrogant and underestimated the enemy, and even your arm was chopped off by him. Why? I?"

Geng Chongdao was trembling with anger, panting heavily, black air emerged from the palm of the only remaining arm, his eyes widened with anger, as if he wanted to cut the person in front of him into pieces: "You dog next to Huo Qiao! I I'm going to kill you!"

He seemed to be crazy, waving his severed arm and roaring towards the surrounding forest, the fallen leaves were flying along with his internal energy, his voice shook the mountains and plains: "Huo Qiao—! Don't hide! You traitor who eats dog dung! I want Bruise you to ashes!"

As soon as Geng Chongdao finished speaking, a cold light suddenly shot straight out from somewhere in the forest, like the tail of a meteor, flashing by like a lightning bolt, it hit the center of Geng Chongdao's back and disappeared instantly.

Geng Chongdao's voice stopped abruptly, he stood stiffly, his expression suddenly became pale and colorless, there was no trauma on his body, but he seemed to lose his soul in an instant, and his neck muscles twitched endlessly.

Afterwards, Geng Chongdao let out a muffled grunt, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood-covered minced meat, and just fell down straight, black viscera and minced meat poured out of his mouth, he was still a little angry, but he could only watch helplessly. Watching himself keep vomiting his internal organs.

After a few breaths, Geng Chongdao died with his eyes wide open. From the outside, his back was unscathed, and even his clothes were not messed up, but his internal organs were turned into a paste by the force just now.

The man in the dark red dress looked at the corpse on the ground, looked up into the distance, and stood alone on the top of a big tree, as if a god and demon had descended into the world, with his clothes fluttering.A gust of wind blew by, and the man disappeared quickly like a wisp of smoke.

When Henry Zhang woke up again, it was already morning.

Although Meng Jianjia had been forced out of his body by him, there was still some medicinal power remaining, which made Henry Zhang dizzy, and later fell into a deep sleep.

All the things that happened last night, all the feelings and memories, like a brand, were deeply burned in his mind.

Henry Zhang still hated in his heart, wishing he could raise his sword and fight Qi Zhu to death immediately, but he knew that he couldn't show his flaws in front of him, so maybe he could get a glimpse of some clues.

At this time, the door of the thatched cottage was pushed open, Qi Zhu came in neatly dressed, and said, "You're awake."

Henry Zhang looked at him quietly, and did not read any flaws from Qi Zhu's habitual concealment and lying face. He sneered in his heart, but did not show it on his face, but said lightly: "Where are you going?" gone?"

The hoarse voice made Henry Zhang himself a little stunned. He lowered his head and coughed twice, his throat was a little stinging, probably because he hurt his throat when he forced himself to spit out the pill last night.

"Why is your voice so hoarse?" Qi Zhu asked, "Did you catch a cold at night?"

Henry Zhang stood up from the ground, forgetting the wound on his leg for a moment, and fell forward, Qi Zhu stepped forward to support him, and whispered: "Be careful, you have a wound on your leg."

These arms enveloped him last night, Henry Zhang couldn't help tensing his body, he pushed Qi Zhu's hand away, took his own sword, and said coldly: "When did I need your protection so weakly?"

Qi Zhu paused: "I'm not..."

"Don't waste any more time." Henry Zhang interrupted in a deep voice, "Don't forget, you only have four days left."

Qi Zhu was silent for a while, and asked: "If this is the case, Henry Zhang, will you take me back personally?"

Henry Zhang's hands tightened, unable to answer.

Qi Zhu said with a smile: "At the last moment, you must still be loyal to the emperor, right?"

Anyone can say this to Henry Zhang, except Qi Zhu.

Henry Zhangyue was burning with anger, he didn't understand why Qi Zhu's casual words and deeds could make him angry or heartbroken to such an extent.He forcefully forced himself to calm down, and replied: "Yes, I will."

Henry Zhang turned around, pushed open the door and walked out of the thatched cottage, pulling away his chaotic thoughts.

After walking out of the door, Henry Zhang's thoughts were a little clearer when the cold morning wind blew. There were too many questions in his mind that needed to be answered, and too many clues were entangled endlessly. He needed to recall carefully. Fan.

Burning Bones... When exactly was he shot?

He began to feel unwell after falling off the cliff, presumably he had been tricked before that, could it be those Gu worms disguised as fluorescent lights he saw in the forest?

When he met Geng Chongdao, he clearly heard Geng Chongdao say that there is no cure for Fen Gu Xiang, and how did Qi Zhu know that the Golden Snake Fetus can cure this poison?

What's more, at that time, Qi Zhu reminded him not to inhale the fragrance in the air, as if he was very familiar with it.

Qi Zhu's martial arts are definitely more than what he showed. He can kill You Jinlin and take the snake fetus in his body. In a few strokes, Geng Chongdao can't fight back. Died of the strange swordsmanship, Henry Zhang faintly noticed that his martial arts were probably even better than her own.

Can a single hidden vein be cultivated to such an extent?

If it is not relying on the hidden vein, then...

Qi Zhu is also carrying a poison that can cause people to confuse reality and dreams, so he doesn't know if he used this medicine to hide many things from him in the past.

Qi Zhu is thoughtful, and he doesn't know what backhand is hidden in his body, Henry Zhang must hold his breath.

Qi Zhu came out of the room, his eyes stayed on Henry Zhang's back for a moment, and he stepped forward and said: "We should go."

Xiao Yangyue didn't want to look at Qi Zhu's face, but replied coldly: "Which direction did Geng Chongdao escape last night? I woke up this morning very dizzy for some reason, and I can't remember."

Qi Zhu paused: "Is your body okay? Do you need to rest for a while?"

"No, just a little dizzy."

On the way to the place where they encountered Geng Chongdao's ambush last night, the two were silent all the way, as if they had plans in their minds.The corpses from last night were still there, and most of them were stiff and smelly. Geng Chongdao's severed arm, which was cut off by Qi Zhu, fell into the grass, and a large amount of blood had already solidified.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Henry Zhang tightened her hand holding the sword. Last night, Qi Zhu used his sword to perform a trick that he had never seen before in the martial arts, causing cracks on the sword.

Weapons are the carrier of moves, and they complement each other with the martial arts practitioner's own skills. The stronger the weapon, the more unbreakable the moves will naturally be.

This sword was made by Master himself and given to Xiao Yangyue. It has never been damaged for many years. A sword that can carry the seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship cannot withstand Qi Zhu's swordsmanship. This result was attributed to his use of a higher step seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship.

Xiao Yangyue gently stroked the cracks on the sword body, her eyes darkened, and asked: "Did I use the seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship?"

"It really is the seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship." Qi Zhudao, "I heard about it once or twice when I was a prisoner in the martial arts, but I have never really seen it. The first time I saw you using it on Sanfeng Mountain. I guessed."

Qi Zhu's words were impeccable, neither completely denied that he knew it, nor did he appear to know too much, but the more calmly he said these words, Henry Zhang knew in his heart that he was definitely not a kind person.

Henry Zhang raised his head to look at the top of the mountain. In the morning, the top of the mountain was surrounded by clouds and mists. In a trance, it was really very similar to the original Sanfeng Mountain.

Previously it was probably caused by the influence of Fen Gu Xiang, the leg injury caused Henry Zhangyue to be so painful that he couldn’t move an inch, now that Fen Bone Xiang has been relieved, the pain of the leg injury has been relieved by more than half, light work to the top of Jieziling Mountain probably only takes less than half an hour.

"Does your leg still hurt?" Qi Zhu asked, "Can you use Qinggong?"

Henry Zhang: "Yes."

"Do not force."

Xiao Yangyue didn't respond to Qi Zhu's words, and directly raised his sword and swept forward lightly. Qi Zhu sighed softly and could only keep up.

Nearly two quarters of an hour later, the two gradually approached the top of the cloud-shrouded mountain, the fog became thicker and thicker, and they couldn't see each other's shadow clearly after a few feet apart. Henry Zhang turned her head from time to time to confirm that Qi Zhu was still following her.

After doing this for a while, Henry Zhang stopped until Qi Zhu also stopped beside him, and turned to ask him: "What's wrong?"

Henry Zhang said coldly: "You go ahead."

Qi Zhu was speechless: "Why?"

"It's convenient for me to pay attention to my surroundings."

"I can also pay attention to my surroundings."

Henry Zhang quietly stared at Qi Zhu without saying a word, there was obviously a bit of coldness between his brows, Qi Zhu sighed slightly, and could only step out first.

One after the other, the two arrived at the top of the highest mountain in Jieziling. The mountains between the mountains are undulating, the height and depth are like a foggy gray picture scroll, and the breath is full of the cold water vapor in the morning.

Qi Zhu stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the mountains with thick clouds rolling in front of him, as if recalling something, he stood silently for a moment.

At this moment, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and in an instant he pulled out the folding fan at his waist and held it with his backhand, a figure suddenly rushed out from the fog behind him, swung a knife and hit the bone of his folding fan.

Qi Zhu paused in surprise when he saw the person coming.

Bai Yu gasped for breath continuously, his whole body was splashed with blood on his cheeks, he stared blankly at Qi Zhu, the vigilance and vigilance in his eyes faded instantly, and he immediately let go of the strength in his hands.

"Master Hou!" Bai Yu lost his voice, and immediately put down his sword and knelt on the ground, "I don't know it's Lord Hou, please forgive me!"

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Lord Hou: No way, how dare you scold Huo Qiao?What?already dead?That's okay, this volume will not be lost, it is impossible for Hou Ye to confess on his own initiative, Yang Yue will find out by himself.They are actually short of a layer of window paper, and the dropped horse and broken window paper are arranged in the next roll!