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"You are not allowed to hurt my master!" Lan Yin drew out her sword and looked at Liu Minghong firmly.

Liu Minghong ignored him, closed his eyes slightly, and silently recited the saber formula, manipulating the two sabers to attack them.Along the way, the electric light brought sparks, arousing several crackling thunders in the air, breaking the void, making people daunting.

The speed was extremely fast, before Lan Yin could clearly see the flight trajectory of the twin sabers, he was electrocuted by the passing thunder and a few strands of hair were scorched, giving off a burnt fragrance. "Master!"

Between the lightning and the flint, I saw a dazzling white light flashing through the eyes of everyone, shocking the whole world, Liu Minghong couldn't help stretching out his hands to protect his eyes.

Spiritual power and demonic energy in the air intertwined and fused, surged wildly, and the moment the magic soldiers met, flames flashed and thunder roared, and the force of engulfing mountains and rivers even cut down a large piece of sophora japonica that was blooming in the yard evenly. Colorful all over the place.

"This is... Baihong?" The uncontrollable astonishment broke Liu Minghong's cold mask, but it vaguely reflected his dazed appearance just like when he was empty of spiritual power, "Your soul splitting technique is actually—"

The snow-white sword body reflected Xie Yan's peach blossom eyes with a smile that didn't reach the bottom of his eyes. After a long time, he blocked Liu Minghong's saber, then slowly raised his head and looked at the other purple-golden long knife that was parked half an inch in front of his face with complicated eyes. : "There is an injustice and a debtor. If you are unwilling to take revenge, come to me, Gudeng..."

The water cutting knife, which was half suspended in the air, trembled and wailed, and fell straight to the ground.

"You you you you—" It took Liu Minghong a long time to find his voice, with a little choking, "You are still alive..."

Xie Yan moved his fingertips, and the water-breaking knife fell into his palm: "Yes, I'm still alive. If you want revenge, just come to me. It's nothing to do with Jian Suyu—no one is allowed to touch him." As soon as the words fell, suddenly behind him An icy cold hand was stretched out, weak but firmly holding his hand.Xie Yan thought for a moment, pretending not to care about the slight ripples in his heart, and did not break free.

"Thank you, my elder brother is dead." Liu Minghong's face was gloomy, but there was a glimmer of hope in his voice, "If you can still survive, then can my elder brother—"

Xie Yan gently stroked the blade of Duan Shui, feeling the slightly fluctuating spiritual power inside, Gu Deng, are you okay?

As if hearing his voice, Duan Shui suddenly glowed with a deep purple light, as if responding.

"Liu Gudeng has long since died." Jian Suyu suppressed the severe pain in her chest and coughed lightly.

The implication is clear: Liu Gudeng can't come back.

In fact, he knew it well, but when Xie Yan heard it with his own ears, he still couldn't help being startled, his hands were heavy, and suddenly a hole appeared on his fingertips, and beads of blood continued to ooze out.

As if being slapped across the face, Liu Minghong woke up from a sweet dream, his hopeful heart was chilled by this plain and watery statement that fell from the sky: "Then why? Why did you survive?"

Suddenly, he was furious and unexpectedly slapped his palm on the pillars in the corridor, shaking the sawdust above his head to tears a little: "My elder brother and you are clearly linked by fate, now that you are alive, why can't my elder brother survive?" gone?"

Xie Yan turned sideways, stretched out his hand and waved the cut-off water a few times to disperse the dust and sawdust that came towards Lan Yin.

"Then how did you survive?" Liu Minghong asked forcefully, "At the beginning, everyone saw that you were pierced by Jian Suyu's sword and died in his arms. My elder brother even died because of this, and you are now Standing in front of me well, why can't my elder brother..."

Xie Yan didn't know how he woke up suddenly, so he couldn't answer, so he could only keep his head down and remain silent.

"For you." Suddenly a voice came in, and the person who spoke was wearing the scarlet Shura ghost mask as always, "For whom did Liu Gudeng die with the saber, don't you really understand?" After a pause, Pu Xinjiu He called out the name that had haunted his heart for many years: "Minghong..."

Liu Minghong stared in disbelief at the man in black who suddenly appeared in the yard, his lips trembling for a long time, unable to speak.He stood alone at the end of the aisle, looking at the man in the yard who was rumored to have passed away for many years with surprise and joy, as if he wanted to make up for what he had lost in these years.

Coincidentally, Liu Fengjiu, who had something important to report to his master, raised his eyes and saw a very conspicuously misplaced lacquered pillar in the corridor that was crumbling, and Liu Minghong happened to be standing not far from the collapsed place.

"Master, be careful!" Following his urgent call, the eaves above the aisle fell down.

Liu Fengjiu's movements were not fast, and before he could reach his master who was in a trance, he saw a black figure chasing after the wind, dragging Liu Minghong out like a ghost.So he grabbed it casually and pulled out the nearest boy who was about his age.

Xie Yan was amazed that Pu Xinjiu was exposed in front of Liu Minghong's eyes. Hearing this urgent call, he hurriedly turned around and put his back in his arms, and then closed the door, swift as thunder and lightning.

The roof of the corridor collapsed immediately, making a loud noise, and the scene was in a mess.

"I'll go and see Pu Xinjiu." Xie Yan showed worry on his face, as if he wanted to open the door and go out to see the situation.

"You have an injury on your hand." Jian Suyu carefully held Xie Yan's wrist, and replied lightly.

Xie Yan realized that this person did not intend to let go, so he could only soften his voice: "It's okay, it's just a small injury, Brother Pu—"

The strength between the wrists only increased but never decreased.

"Don't drag me like this. Although it's a minor injury, it still hurts a little." Xie Yan wanted to throw his hands away and go out, but he was afraid of making Jian Suyu's injury worse, so he was very helpless.

The strength between the wrists was a little lighter, but it still didn't disappear.

"Okay, okay, I understand, I'll just deal with it first." Xie Yan lowered his head and used his own magic energy to heal the small wound on his hand.

"En." Jian Suyu responded softly, also staring at the wound on Xie Yan's hand, her slender eyelashes fluttered a few times like a fan.

Suddenly remembered something, Xie Yan grabbed Jian Suyu's hand and asked with a downcast face, "What forbidden technique?"

Jian Suyu's body stopped suddenly, and she turned her face away in anger, but didn't speak.

"What kind of forbidden technique did you secretly practice?" Xie Yan breathed heavily, imprisoned the person between the door and himself lightly, and asked, "What kind of soul-dividing forbidden technique did Liu Minghong say you practiced privately?"

"Speak!" Xie Yan moved closer.

Jian Suyu suddenly raised her eyes, her originally indifferent and clear eyes were as deep as a deep pool, as if she wanted to suck people into it.

"Have you been distracted into someone like me—uh—" Xie Yan stared blankly, and was pressed against the door panel without noticing, and then covered his scorching lips.The soft tongue invaded the mouth, as if uneasy, eagerly swept every inch of the mouth.

Filled with cold fragrance and disordered breath, Xie Yan felt that a piece of fireworks exploded in his eyes, brilliant and dazzing.Fortunately, there was still a trace of clarity in his mind, he subconsciously wanted to push away, but after hearing the muffled snort from the person in front of him, he was too frightened to move again.

The two people's hair is entangled, intertwined with silver and black, which is not a romantic and charming.

"You are also from the sea of ​​clouds in Tiandu, right? Let me go!" Lan Yin yelled a few words, finally freed, and straightened her messy hair.

"...I am indeed from the sea of ​​clouds in the capital of the sky. Judging by your moon-white attire, you must be a disciple of the Xuanyin sect." Liu Fengjiu asked curiously as he observed the young man's expression.

Lan Yin took two steps back abruptly, and stared at the good-tempered Liu Fengjiu with disgust: "Stay away from me, people in Tiandu Yunhai are not good people, they know how to bully my master."

Liu Fengjiu waved his hands quickly, subconsciously saying: "How is it possible? The Master's Dignity Order prohibits Tiandu Yunhai disciples from arbitrarily bullying other Taoists and ordinary people."

"You're talking nonsense! That man looked so vicious just now, he wanted to kill my master without saying a few words!" Lan Yin retorted eagerly.

"That person is my master." Liu Fengjiu also raised his voice, "My master has never been a vicious person, there must be some misunderstanding..."

"Misunderstanding? If you have a misunderstanding, you shout and kill, are you going to die?"

"No." Liu Fengjiu explained earnestly with a serious face, "If there is a misunderstanding among members of our sect, we will fight to determine the outcome. Occasionally—the brothers will start a bet and bet on the outcome..."

"What?" Lan Yin was stunned, and just about to open her mouth to complain, she heard a commotion at the mountain gate.

At the gate of Shenyun Temple, a group of angry monks holding long sticks was besieging a man wearing a veiled hat.The man was dressed in a light gray robe, with a strong figure, wielding a snow-white short knife and nimbly shuttled between the unpredictable formations of stick monks, and said in a cold voice: "I want to see him! I want to see him! See the corpse!"

Xie Yan, who heard the movement, came late, and stood next to the incense burner in the main courtyard of Shenyun Temple, covering his slightly red and swollen mouth.

"Sponsor." Cigarettes curled up, the master in charge nodded slightly, Gujing Wubo's eyes stared at the man in the clothes fluttering in the stick array, and kindly advised, "Uncle Jichen has explained before his death: Life and death will never be seen again. Fuxueyi benefactor, please go back."

"He said that we will never see each other again?" The man suddenly stopped resisting, letting countless sticks hang on his neck.

"What's going on here?" Xie Yan looked sideways slightly, and looked at the current master in charge as if asking, but the latter shook his head helplessly.

"Death and life will never be seen again? It really is the compassion of Buddhism hahahaha or—" Fu Xueyi laughed until tears were about to fall.He suddenly raised his hand slowly, and the stick on his neck moved with his movements, but he didn't do anything violent, just pulled off the veil on his head.

A face with a bit of compassion, and now a familiar face with moles appeared in front of the monks.

The stick monks around gradually removed the restraints on Fu Xueyi's neck and bowed down to salute, and "Amitabha Buddha" sounded one after another in the main courtyard.

"Amitabha." The master in charge sighed, but repeated a sentence, "Almsgiver, let's go."

Fu Xueyi sneered, but another tear fell from his eyes, streaking across the mole under his eyes: "Looking at your astonished expressions, I knew that he gave me my head, right? ?”