The imperial guard raised his hands, turned around and strode away, only to hear Yin Kaiyang "tsk": "No wonder you stole Longyuan Tai'a from the secret door sword cave before you went to Mobei, because you knew that the ancient sword was against you. The Marrow Cleansing Sutra has a restraining effect, right?"
Xie Yun said coldly: "I know a lot more than you imagine...but you see, I have less words than you."
This was a standard Xie Yun-style counterattack, Yin Kaiyang laughed, and nailed Xintinghou to the ground with a ding.
"I almost know your deputy surnamed Ma." He said: "Back then, the Ma family was implicated and imprisoned because of befriending Zhu Suiliang, but he was favored by you because of his excellent talent, and you called him to teach him carefully. His parents and family members were also released from prison to make a comeback. It is said that this person is extremely good at swordsmanship, but he is arrogant and often speaks wildly. He has offended important officials all over the court... "
"I think this eight-character comment is more suitable for Jing Ling," Xie Yun interrupted mercilessly.
Yin Kaiyang raised a slender finger and shook it: "No, these two cannot be compared together."
"..."
The two looked at each other for a long time, Yin Kaiyang said leisurely: "After today passes, one of them will become a dead person. How can the living and the dead be compared?"
Xie Yun didn't speak for a long time, and after a long while, he finally hummed slowly:
"...It turns out that Jing Ling learned these eight characters from you."
In the shade of Sheshou Mountain, twelve high platforms meander up along the mountain road, like a ferocious dragon flying up to the sky, rushing straight to the mountaintop shrouded in smog.
The eleventh checkpoint is surrounded by wire fences. Jing Ling is dressed in strong clothes, wearing buckskin boots, and her arrogant fiery red hair is tied casually behind her head. There were deep bloodstains on his arms.
"You are the cannon fodder who came up to die..." He stared at Ma Xin with unruly and gloomy eyes, and paused between his teeth: "Who gave you the courage to wear the Tai'a sword?!"
Ma Xin's situation is not much better than his. Hearing this, he smiled provocatively: "Just you, a red-haired brat with no teeth, how dare you call others cannon fodder?"
"—You!" Jing Ling raised the soul-removing hook, pointed the bloody hook pointing directly at Ma Xin, and said through gritted teeth, "Where did you learn the 'Kanyun Twelve Styles' sword technique? Did Xie Yun teach you? ?”
Ma Xin retorted: "A person who can't even beat me, what right does he have to call the leader of my family by his first name?"
Jing Ling was furious, but then fell silent.
"I should have known earlier that it's not a day or two since Xie Yun didn't know people well..." He said coldly, his eyes slowly overflowing with scarlet color, and at the same time, the palm that was holding the handle of the soul-reaping hook shone with black light, gradually spreading across the entire huge The iron hook spread: "Only your blood can make up for his fatal mistake."
Ma Xin froze immediately, but before he could react, he saw Jing Ling's figure disappearing in place and reappearing again, the hook edge wrapped in strong wind had come to him!
"Report!"
"Ma Xin stabbed Jingling, the ghost gate, and the two fought on equal terms!"
"Jing Ling's power suddenly increased and he injured Ma Xin!"
"Commander! Ma Xin was seriously injured and missed his weapon, what should I do?"
Xie Yun turned around suddenly, only to see another subordinate rushing forward, shouting: "Report! The gods and ghosts have brought down the killer again, and Ma Xin is seriously injured and dying! I can't make it through!"
Yin Kaiyang stood on the side as if he was watching a good show, and then the last guard in the crowd ran up and opened his mouth before approaching. It's just that before his voice came out, he saw a figure in mid-air!
In an instant, the guards didn't have time to react, only to feel that someone stretched out his hand and pressed heavily on his shoulder, and then used his force to fly away into the air.
"Tong..." The imperial guard turned his head in astonishment, and finally made a sound: "Commander?"
At the gate of Shenguimen, the officers and soldiers of the Xiaoqi Battalion surrounded the surrounding area for several miles, and suddenly there was an exclamation from the crowd, and then everyone raised their heads one after another.
A figure flitted across the air like a sharp arrow, and the lightness kung fu was so fast that no one could see clearly. Only the sleeves of the robe were billowing and dancing in the wind, and then passed through many steep mountains and high stone platforms, heading straight for the eleventh. Go to checkpoint.
— Jing Ling raised her eyes.
A huge aura suddenly exploded from the figure riding the wind, the whirlwind rolled up the surrounding air, rushed straight up from the soles of the feet like a vortex, and then spread in all directions; the next moment, Xie Yun came against the wind, with his skirt backward Flying, the glowing tattoo pattern on the back extends from the side of the neck, arms, and ankles, impressively showing the shape of a green dragon!
An inaudible dragon chant sounded from the void, Xie Yun passed by Ma Xin who looked up in astonishment, at the same time he reached out and took the hilt of Tai'a sword from his blood-stained palm.
boom!
Xie Yun landed and stood up without saying a word, Tai Ah made a move with the hurricane in hand, "Dang!" and hit the double hooks at the same time with a sound!
As soon as Ma Xin opened his mouth, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth: "Commander!"
At this moment, Jing Ling's body leaned forward, the muscles of both arms protruded, and all his strength was pressed on the two black iron hooks in his left and right hands; while Xie Yun held the sword with one hand, he caught this shocking blow steadily and firmly, The force was so great that even the ground under his feet "Boom!" finely crushed stones splashed out!
"Back off," Xie Yun said to Ma Xin behind him without turning his head.
Every time Ma Xin took a breath, he felt a burning pain in his throat: "Commander, you must..."
"Back off!"
"..." Ma Xin finally took half a step back tremblingly, "...you must be careful."
"Qinglong Seal..." Jing Ling stared at Xie Yun with scarlet pupils through the three blades that were touching together: "—I thought you were crazy back then, but I didn't expect there to be such a monster in the world. What, the body You dare to open the seal after it has declined to such an extent, is it because you deliberately want to die in my hands, right?"
"It seems that Yin Kaiyang told you a lot about the Four Sage Seals," Xie Yun said calmly.
Jing Ling exerted all her strength, and the hooked sword suddenly parted. Both of them took half a step back and confronted each other. Jing Ling mocked, "If you have any last words, why don't you listen to them? Maybe because of my old sympathy, I can still-"
There were several clangs and heavy metal sounds, and Xie Yun made a sudden move! In an instant, rabbits rose and falcons fell on the high platform, sword intents crisscrossed, and hooks and swords collided like a rainstorm hitting pear blossoms. Jing Ling's hoarse and arrogant long laugh sounded in the battle group: "Why don't you even let me finish my sentence, senior, you Scared?"
Xie Yun flipped his wrist to change his moves, "Hiss—" There was a sharp sound of metal rubbing against each other, which made people's eardrums go numb. For a moment, Jing Ling couldn't resist the tsunami-like internal force, the double hooks were forced to shift, and the empty door in front of his chest was wide open. At the very moment, Xie Yun stood sideways, condescending, and a palm was directly printed on his chest!
— Xie Yun's fingers are slender and fair. When the four fingers are close together, they don't look ferocious, and even have a graceful look.
But the moment his palm was pressed against Jing Ling's chest, the tattoos swam like a living dragon, instantly covering his entire palm, and with a bang, Jing Ling was pushed out of the air!
"puff!"
Jing Ling's back bumped into the iron fence covered with spikes, and immediately spurted a mouthful of blood, then bounced back and fell to the ground. He got up panting violently, without even raising his head, he suddenly raised his hand and used his back hook to block the Tai'a sword that Xie Yun slashed down on the head!
——The internal force of that sword was so strong that it even made Xie Yun's clothes windless and automatic. Jing Ling's bare arm burst out terrible blue veins when he received the sword.
"It's not that I'm afraid, but it's annoying to listen to you." Xie Yun looked at Jing Ling from under his drooping eyelashes, and his tone was still very flat: "I'm afraid that if you continue to tear up the old story of the secret door, I can't help it. I’m going to kill you to be clean.”
"..." Every word of Jing Ling seems to come out slowly from between the gaps in the teeth: "...Yes, I don't think you remember anything..."
His blood-stained fingertips tightened suddenly, and black light snaked upwards along the Soul Hook like lightning. At the same time, his pupils completely turned bloody, and the evil spirit lingering around him all the time flourished.
Immediately after he got up, the cold light turned into a circular arc, and he shot with several times the previous force in an instant. The two of them exchanged dozens of moves in close proximity, and the murderous intent turned into a cold sword mist. No one could even catch the direction of the two weapons. Afterimage!
As soon as Ma Xin got off the high platform, he was supported by his colleagues, and he turned his head and said, "Be careful, Commander!"
——I saw Xie Yun standing still in the siege of the Soul Seizing Hook step by step, and the blue dragon's high-pitched roar resounded in the void filled with infinite Tai'a sword shadows.
The roar shook the entire high platform on the eleventh level, shaking the ground under the people's feet, and then it flew away in all directions in panic, sending up a large cloud of dust and smoke—
"Evil skills and mental methods harm others and yourself, so you should practice less in the future."
When Jing Ling heard this sentence suddenly, he didn't know what to think of, and his moves suddenly froze. Although it was just a fleeting detail, it was already a fatal flaw in a fierce battle.
Tai'a Jian rolled up the Soul Seizing Hook like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, and when Jing Ling was caught off guard, both hooks flew out at the same time!
The heavy iron hook, which was more than half the height of a person, swirled into the air, and everyone under the high platform rushed to retreat.
Jing Ling's blood-red pupils constricted suddenly, but his reaction and speed at that moment were worthy of being called the world's number one killer.
He held down the dagger from the back with his backhand, drew the knife out of its sheath, picked it up obliquely, and slashed to Xie Yun's neck like lightning!
There was a splash of blood, and Xie Yun held the dagger tightly in his palm just before it cut through his neck.
"You said the same thing to me before," Jing Ling said coldly.
Xie Yun's first reaction was to frown, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the dagger in his hand. The dagger had a gold handle, exquisitely forged, inlaid with finely divided emeralds, extremely sharp and gorgeous; but the gold was slightly dimmed due to the long-term relationship, and it seemed to give him an indescribable sense of familiarity.
Immediately after Xie Yun took a closer look, the handle of the dagger held by Jing Ling vaguely revealed a scalded word - cloud.
In the blink of an eye, certain fragments of memories vaguely appeared in Xie Yun's mind. Jing Ling's iconic red hair finally coincided with an unidentifiable figure from the past years.
"Do you remember anything, Yunshi?"
"This dagger was given to me by you, and this scar was also left by you..."
Jing Ling turned his arm slowly, and there was a dark scar on the inner side of his muscular arm, which was clearly displayed in front of Xie Yun's eyes under the hazy sky: "But it's all trivial, and it doesn't matter if you don't remember it...it doesn't affect you. Today will die at the end of this."
Jing Ling smiled. Any expression on his face should make many girls' hearts flutter, but at this moment, there is undisguised malice in his eyes.
"..." Xie Yun looked up and down his face, as if he had never seen what he looked like at this moment, and finally let out a sigh of relief after a long time: "So you are..."
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"—Who are you? What are you doing here?" The little red-haired boy leaned against the wall and asked aloud while wiping the blood on his face nonchalantly.
The moonlight passed through the dilapidated window lattice of the forbidden room, and sprinkled on the dusty grass and the ground. In the dim place, a figure could be seen kneeling on the ground with his back facing him. There was no response.
The little boy clicked his tongue impatiently: "Hey, I'm asking you something! Are you still alive?"
"..."
"Which group are you from? What's your name?"
"..."
"Hey!"
The little boy's naturally irritable and unruly temper came up again. He touched a stone that fell off from the left and right sides of the wall, and slapped it on the man's back: "I'm asking you a question! Which group are you in? What did you do?"
The stone rolled to the ground, and the man's back seemed to tremble, but there was no echo.
The little boy finally couldn't bear it any longer, grinning his teeth and crawling over from the top of the wall, slid down the ground with a slither, pulling his shoulder blades injured by the whipping violently, and immediately took a deep breath.
He felt that he was wronged by being locked up, but the atmosphere of the secret door is like this, and the pretty little boy will always encounter all kinds of fatal troubles. In order to survive, he must be more aggressive and fierce, like a wolf cub who can't wait to devour his flesh and blood, so that he can barely protect himself and survive in this place where the weak are preyed on by the strong and the sun is out.
More importantly, he didn't expect that the knife he stabbed so deeply and so hard at the critical moment, and he didn't expect that anxious high-ranking disciple to die so easily...
The little boy stood up from the haystack, patted the grass clippings on his body, and shook his hands casually. The dead man's blood on the palm had already dried up, leaving only dark brown hard scabs, which dried and cracked one after another and sprinkled on the feet.
"Hey!" The little boy walked towards the person in the corner: "Are you still alive? Are you okay?"
The little boy stopped abruptly.
The moonlight slowly moved across the sky, reflecting half of the man's profile under the mask. He clenched his teeth tightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress something, his hands were deeply inserted into the soil on the ground, it looked a little hideous and terrifying at first glance.
"You..." The little boy took half a step back vigilantly: "Are you okay?"
The man's chest rose and fell slightly, and he shook his head reluctantly after a while.
"Are you insane? Do you want to call someone?"
The man didn't answer, but suddenly lowered his head, his whole body curled up like a bow, and cold sweat fell from his temples.
"Hey, I see you are..." The little boy's voice stopped abruptly, his pupils dilated extremely in astonishment, reflecting an incredible scene under the moonlight. I saw that the man's body suddenly emitted a faint light, and the light-colored tattoos spread along the skin like a living thing, and at the same time set off a wave of acupuncture-like air!
Instinctive fear rose spontaneously, the little boy turned and ran, but at this moment the man suddenly turned his head, stretched out his hand to grab him, picked him up and threw him against the wall with a bang!
"what!"
The little boy fell to the ground, and before he woke up from the dizziness caused by the severe pain, he only felt his throat being firmly pressed by the opponent's hand. The process of the rapid loss of air made his vision blurry. It was useless to struggle with all his strength or even bite. Suddenly, he heard the sound of stabbing and tearing, and the front of his clothes had been forcibly ripped open.
"...!"
brute! Damn! let me go!
All the changes happened too fast, and under the extremely disparate power balance, all the struggles were futile and futile. The little boy realized what was going to happen in an instant, and his inner panic and anger rushed to the top of his head.
If he could make a sound, he would have started to yell at this moment, and he would definitely dig up the graves and flog the corpses of the 18 generations of the crazy ancestors in front of him; There was a clucking sound, and the hands scratched aimlessly in the air.
Bang!
I saw that lunatic didn't know if he really went crazy or what, but he didn't dodge it, and the silver mask was knocked off by the little boy with a wave of his hand!
The man himself was startled by the loud noise, as if he had regained fleeting sobriety from the extreme confusion, and subconsciously let go of his hand.
The little boy immediately clutched his neck and coughed desperately, until the tears almost came out. While struggling desperately to get up, he screamed angrily: "Perverted old bastard! Come, come, help—"
The little boy froze.
The person in front of him was actually very young, his facial features were slightly distorted due to pain and madness, but under the moonlight, he showed a thrilling, jaw-dropping beauty.
Even the best painters can't describe that face, and the best language can't describe it. Even if he is curled up on the ground in such a state of panic, madness, and imageless, there is a feeling that he can illuminate the entire prison. The feeling of deterring other people's souls.
The little boy was close at hand, subconsciously held his breath, and didn't even think about struggling and calling for help.