Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain [Comprehensive]

Where there is no sound, there is thunder.

In the sudden silence, killing cries soared into the sky.

The gloomy valley was suddenly full of people, and those pairs of eyes in the dark were staring at this group of uninvited guests.

The horses panicked.

The stone that fell from the sky was still in flames, and when it hit the ground, there was a loud bang, and bloody sparks burst out.Where it landed, a raging flame burned.Tiance's horse was trained, but he couldn't resist such a violent attack, and fled in fright.

The members of the Wicked Valley people who poked their heads out from both sides of the mountain to investigate the situation showed a little smile on their faces, and secretly praised, "Mr. Wang is really good at predicting things. No matter how good their horses are, they can't stop the firecrackers and catapults. The ground is sprinkled with pine oil, and there are wild grasses and forests, and the south wind is again today..."

Therefore, if the fire is strong, it will grow in the wind.

Li Chengen's face was ashen, but at least he had experienced many battles, so he didn't panic at the moment, and immediately ordered the scouts to search for other traps, and led the crowd to continue to charge forward.You have entered the valley of the wicked, but you can't just give up halfway!

After leaving the sea of ​​flames, only a few of the thousands of horses remained.

The commander of Evilman Valley shouted, "Brothers, go! Kill them!"

Sword and sword shadow.

Bloody siege.

People kept falling, and people kept jumping up.Even the withered weeds on the road were stained with blood red.

Bloody and suffocating.

The villains in the Valley of the Wicked committed murder as if they had taken medicine.

Tiance fought for Li Tang's glory, but he never expected that what they faced would be such a desperate resistance.

The sparks and ashes of the battlefield filled the valley deep in the snow-capped mountains, and were doused by blood splashes everywhere.

Even the lava outside the strong wind set became sluggish, and the steaming magma was sluggish.

The goal of the Valley of the Wicked is achieved and everyone retreats.

Tiance didn't understand why, so he acted more cautiously and cautiously.

There are dead bodies all over the road of three lives.

There was a shrill piercing sound in the wind.

Then there was a scream, and a person was shot to the ground.

An iron arrow pierced his chest.

This sound undoubtedly broke everyone's tense nerves.

Fire-colored arrows rained from the newly built towers around the Ping An Inn.

The army below also quickly put up their shields to resist.

Here, behind Tiance, the members of the eight sects disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Yao'er stood on a high mountain depression, looking at the sea of ​​flames in the distance, her anxiety never diminished.I don't know if he can get away from them safely.

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On the top of Kunlun, there is a lot of wind and snow.

Standing in front of Jiang Chen, the leader is Master Chengru of Shaolin Arhat Hall, behind him are Changge Yang Yin'an, Chunyang Zhuo Fengming, and the rest of the sects also sent out their elites.

Jiang Chen stood on the edge of the cliff, with a half-smile, "I never thought I would have such a high social status..."

Master Chengru chanted the Buddha's name, and said solemnly, "Amitabha, the king's benefactor. The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and you will be right when you turn back. The benefactor has made a big mistake, so don't continue to be obsessed with it."

An unspeakable smile rose in Jiang Chen's heart.

He's heard too much back and forth.It's so much that it's funny to hear it now.

How many people used to warn him and tell him to turn around.However, the place where he turned his head was the wind knife and frost sword that is unforgettable in the world.

He doesn't want to fall into the abyss at all, but if compared with the sword in the world, his only choice is to go on like this.

Bathed in blood.

Atonement?

Atonement, he was innocent, but in the end he committed a crime.

It is the so-called righteous way to say when it is time to repay the wrong, and they are also the ones who say that they will pursue the justice for the heavens.

They have to decide what is good and evil, right and wrong.

Yang Yin'an held the sword in the piano and waited with frowned eyebrows.Looking at this person, he felt a little sigh in his heart.If you just look at this person's words and deeds, he is gentle, harmless, modest and polite. Compared with many people in Changge, he has the style of Confucian scholars, and there is a faint detachment of pure yang and aloofness.It is really unimaginable that he will be a crazy devil who slaughtered Zigong.Those eyes are indifferent, stay out of the way, and have insight into people's hearts.It seems that as long as they look at each other, the deepest secrets in their hearts can be completely exposed.

This transparency...is very uncomfortable.

I heard that Wang Yifeng is the descendant of this generation of Hongchen School, and that Hongchen entered the world and traveled around the world, which was originally a very good way to cultivate the mind.Unexpectedly, this person was trapped by love, and he slaughtered so many innocent people for the sake of a woman.

Yang Yin'an sighed, and asked what love is in the world, and it made people agree with each other...

In all fairness, if the people around him died at someone's hands for no reason, he would not be able to forgive him.It's just that he won't massacre the city in one rage.

There are grievances and debtors, no matter what, the ordinary people in that city who have no power to restrain the chickens are so innocent.

It's just that the enemies in front of Jiang Chen may never know how innocent Wang Yifeng, or the person standing in front of them, is.

The biting killing intent seemed to become visible to the naked eye.

Master Cheng Ru said, "Since the owner doesn't want to repent, don't blame the old monk for being rude!"

Every move of his, there are thousands of golden Buddha statues behind him, you can tell it at a glance, the power is extraordinary.

The chill around Jiang Chen became more and more intense, and the wind and snow all over the sky seemed to feel the chill here, surrounding him, gradually turning into a violent storm.

In such a cold atmosphere, being beaten by the blade-like wind and snow, Cheng Ru only felt that every move became extremely difficult.

Seeing this, everyone looked dignified. They never imagined that this person, who has reached the state of transformation, can directly condense the real ice and snow with internal force...

All the people present have excellent eyesight, so they can naturally see that Wang Yifeng's use is not a simple internal power object. Whenever the ice and snow touch him, it will become more fierce and complicated...

"Master Chengru..." Yang Yin'an just felt something was wrong, holding the qin, there was a sound of shocking stones, and the vigor visible to the naked eye hit the wind and snow, breaking the gap, before they could make another move , and was soon covered by other wind and snow.

When Zhuo Fengming saw Yang Yin'an making a move, he did not hesitate to slash his sword, and landed on the wind and snow, but he felt as if he had plunged into an unfathomable sea without any strength.He was born with supernatural power and had rich experience in fighting the enemy. Seeing this, he withdrew without hesitation and retreated, using his energy to control the sword, and drew back his saber.

Everyone frowned unanimously, their expressions turned solemn, each family showed their internal strength and external strength, but when they hit the vast snow-colored vortex, they were like mud cows entering the sea, losing half of their life.

So about a quarter of an hour.

The thick wind and snow originally blocked the sight, and when the vortex dissipated, a person flew out of it.

Yang Yin'an stretched out his hand to catch it without even thinking about it, but felt a chill from touching Chengru's palm down to his bones.He frowned, and casually plucked away the strings, a healing tune fell, as if the injury had improved, but he still had a heavy cough.He was seriously injured.

Looking at the blood-stained body of this Shaolin master, and the skin that seemed to have been scraped by a sword, Yang Yin'an was speechless for a while.

Jiang Chen retracted his hand, and the pale snow shattered in his hand, and said calmly, "Kunlun's windy and snowy land is not suitable for you to take action."

Yang Yin'an saw that he was dressed in snow, as if he wanted to merge with the world.He breathed calmly, spoke freely, and showed no sign of injury.

Resisting everyone's attack at the same time, unexpectedly still caused Master Chengru to be seriously injured.Yang Yin'an frowned secretly, they couldn't stop him.There are no more than five or five people in the world who can block their attacks at the same time and still be safe.Except for Lu Zhenzhen, the old head of Chunyang Palace, Tang Jian, the former leader of the martial arts alliance, and those who have retired from the previous generation, I am afraid...

At the time of the Famous Sword Competition, Wang Yifeng was defeated by Li Wangsheng of Chunyang Palace. Now that he has not seen him for decades, his martial arts are so outstanding...

A kind of admiration rose in Yang Yin'an's heart.Regardless of his position, at least this person's courage and martial arts talent are really hard for ordinary people to match.

He also knew that none of what Wang Yifeng said was true.

In the extremely cold place of Kunlun, it takes a lot of skill to keep out the cold, and seeing Wang Yifeng's attack, the wind and snow in Kunlun is his home field.One goes up and down the other, if they fight against him blindly, I'm afraid they won't get any benefits.

Seeing this, Zhuo Fengming was furious, shouted loudly, and rushed forward with the giant black iron sword in hand.

While walking, he has the method of Taiji transformation, which has the meaning of pure and true. Although he is born with incomparable power, coupled with pure yang and tranquility to cultivate the mind, the art of peeping the heart in the world of mortals is useless, but it makes everyone present look forward to it .

Taixu's sword intent was used one after another, and everyone could only see the ice shards splashing everywhere on the place where Wang Yifeng was standing. After a loud crack, the rock turned into powder and fell down the cliff without any reverberation.

There, there was no one.

Is he... dead?

Yang Yin'an thought, I'm afraid it won't be that simple.Turning around, you can see the white clothes behind you, the corners of which are immovable.

Yang Yin'an looked at him without opening his mouth.

Jiang Chen looked at the blood accidentally stained on his sleeve, and his expression gradually turned cold, "Let's go, or die?"

Yang Yin'an frowned, looking at his abnormalities.He said lightly, "Master Zhuo."

As if being ordered, Zhuo Fengming put away his sword and followed Yang Yin'an aggrievedly.

When he came to the Valley of the Evil, Li Wangsheng had already ordered Zhuo Fengming to obey the opinion of the head of the Changge Sect, otherwise he would be at his own risk... Although Li Wangsheng has always been mild-tempered, Zhuo Fengming did not dare to challenge him on important matters. patience.

Recently, the emperor suddenly became obsessed with the art of elixir, thinking of the Chunyang Palace, Li Wangsheng really couldn't get away, Zhuo Fengming recommended himself again.He also saw Zhuo Fengming's recklessness and impulsiveness, and his aggressive and ruthless temper was hard to change all the year round, so he strictly ordered him to listen to Yang Yin'an's opinions more.

Yang Yin'an was familiar with Li Wangsheng, and of course accepted Li Wangsheng's request to take care of Zhuo Fengming.Now that the situation is obviously unfavorable, Zhuo Fengming still wants to show off his anger for a while, Yang Yin'an simply can't understand.

All eight factions retreated.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, Yang Yin'an looked back, the man had become a dot in the wind and snow, and gradually he couldn't tell what he looked like. He could only see dots of white shirt on the edge of the cliff, which almost merged with the twilight sky.

Yang Yin'an turned his head back, not knowing whether it was right or wrong to retreat like this...

Zhuo Fengming rushed to his side angrily, "Coward!"

Yang Yin'an forcibly brought up his good self-cultivation, and didn't care about him, and said that he was a reckless man and couldn't tell the situation clearly.

He looked at Cheng Ru, who was being supported by Shaolin disciples, and took a bigger step to leave.In short, even if you want to hit the Valley of the Wicked again, you need to think about it in the long run.

He knew in his heart that these eight factions were fighting on their own, and even though they wanted to help Tian Ce, they secretly had some thoughts that they couldn't bring it to the surface.If you are not in the same heart, you do it reluctantly, but you will lose your life in vain.

Although Yang Yin'an didn't really want to think about it in the long run.

Jiang Chen looked at the blood on the ground and turned back into the valley.Jiang Chen's mind was originally dark and difficult to understand. The world taught him many twists and turns, and the human heart made him go through the ups and downs of the world. He has a keen mind, and often many people's minds, his heart is like a mirror, which is even better than the original owner. No less.The only difference in many lives is whether he is willing to pretend to be confused and live the rest of his life.

The eight major sects, Shaolin, are for regaining the attention of the royal family, Chunyang is for the responsibility of the state religion, Changge is for loyalty to the emperor, hidden swords are for the famous sword conference... All kinds of interests are involved in it. It cannot be explained in a few words.

A gust of wind stirred the treetops.

Jiang Chen flew away all the way.The leaves here have not yet fallen, and the shadows in front of the trees have returned to calm.

Ping An Inn, the flames of war.

Before he arrived in person, he had already heard the screaming that resounded through half the sky.

Flesh and blood flew.

Two spots of warm blood splashed on his face, Jiang Chen vaguely remembered that many years ago, he also passed by in blood on the battlefield.

A rancid, foul-smelling blood rushed to his face.

Jiang Chen wiped off the little blood on his face expressionlessly, and when he turned over from the roof of the inn and fell into the open space, the bitter cold air dispersed, dispelling the strange aura.

Li Chengen said, "Wang Yifeng?"