Looking at the two gray-clothed weirdos, the middle-aged man looked a little shy, and searched with his consciousness.
He found that the one who was slightly taller was an ordinary person. The state of the woman who spoke earlier was a bit inaccurate, but with such a young voice, how tall could it be
"It's just some rats who dare not show their faces."
A disciple of the Sandu Sect said beside him: "The city guards issued a warning this morning, and I'm afraid you are the ones who will be arrested."
Seeing Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue's reaction, the middle-aged man became more and more sure that this conjecture was correct.
In a place like Chaonan City, even ascetics are not allowed to kill people at will, but if the people who are killed are not seen well, then who will care
The middle-aged man gave up the idea of asking for the medicine, looked at Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue with a smile and said, "The biggest mistake you made was to give the medicine to those two monks in Baoshuju."
Then he seriously instructed his disciples: "Kill them, and be careful not to spoil the medicine."
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Several flying swords rose through the air and flew towards the other end of the narrow alley, pointing directly at Zhao Layue.
When those flying swords came in front of her, several afterimages suddenly appeared, as if blooming, and it was difficult to distinguish which sword was real.
This is the Three-Flower Sword Art of the Sandu School, which is famous for its weirdness and unpredictability. If ordinary ascetics are not prepared, they will often be hit by the sword in one face.
Zhao Layue waved her hand, and Furth's sword came out, flying around her body at high speed, she couldn't see the sword body at all, only a red line could be seen.
After several crisp sounds, those flying swords were directly shattered into pieces and fell to the ground, making a crisp jingling sound.
Sandu faction's disciple Feijian was destroyed, and the sword's heart was severely damaged, how could it hold up, spurting blood from the mouth, and just fell down like this.
Forsi sword hovered quietly in front of Zhao Layue.
She didn't even think about which sword shadow was real, and just chopped them all off.
Feeling the aura from the red flying sword, the middle-aged man turned pale and was extremely shocked.
Even he had never felt this kind of coercion on the master's flying sword!
Could this be the legendary divine weapon? Who is the other party
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Zhao Layue glanced at Jing Jiu.
At this time, the distance between them and the Sandu faction was less than ten feet.
Within this distance, the realm of Chengyi can also wield a sword to attack the opponent.
Jing Jiu said, "I haven't killed anyone for many years."
Zhao Layue said, "What were you doing when we first met?"
Jing Jiu knew that what he was talking about was naturally not the time when he jumped in front of her, but the later time.
At that time, he had just cut off the head of Zuo Yi on Bihu Peak.
During their brief conversation, the middle-aged man from the Sandu faction finally came to his senses, summoned the flying sword and prepared to flee with it.
Confirming that Jing Jiu didn't intend to draw the sword, Zhao Layue shook her head and pointed her right hand into the air.
Firth sword broke through the air and left.
A bright red sword light illuminated the green trees on the side of the alley.
The middle-aged man fell from the sky and fell heavily in the alley, his body and head were separated, and a large pool of blood was splashed out.
The bright red sword light turned back again, like lightning, and came to Zhao Layue.
There were several soft crackling sounds in the alley, and those Sandu faction disciples who were spurting blood in pain could no longer feel any pain, because their heads also fell off their bodies.
Zhao Layue walked up to the corpses, scanned them with his sword sense, and then squatted down to search for something from the corpses.
Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu admired it very much, and felt that the little girl was much stronger than he was back then.
The sword fire left Furth Sword and landed on those mutilated corpses, instantly burning them to ashes.
Jing Jiu suddenly wanted to know what the fellow disciples in Qingshan who regarded Zhao Layue as a fairy would think if they saw this scene.
Zhao Layue seemed to know what he was thinking, and said, "What other people think has nothing to do with me."
Jing Jiu didn't continue on this topic, but instead said, "Sword fire can't completely erase traces."
The ashes of those corpses still exist, and there are many ways to find clues in the practice world, such as the bloodstains on the wall, some sects are good at connecting the two worlds, and can even use these traces afterwards to infer the original scene directly , Shuiyuean is very good at this.
Zhao Layue said: "I'm not thinking about destroying the corpses, but I'm just thinking about so many dead people in the alley, what if I scare the passing children?"
Killing people without blinking an eye can be called ruthless, but not forgetting these details, does it mean that she really loves this world
Jing Jiu thought that this was really similar to his senior brother back then, and subconsciously asked, "Is there any famous hotpot restaurant in Chaonan City?"
When it comes to hot pot, the most famous restaurants are naturally in Yizhou.
There are also hot pots in the north. The taste is completely opposite to the spicy style of Yizhou. It is mostly seasoned with sesame sauce, such as Xilaiju in Chaoge City.
But for the residents of Chaonan City, the best hot pot restaurant is of course Hong Mao Zhai.
The style of Hongmao Zhai is northerly, and there is no freshly fried crispy meat. Zhao Layue was a little unhappy, so he ordered seven dishes of fresh-cut mutton, which he loved most when he was a child.
Jing Jiu still only boiled a few slices of green vegetables to eat, here is all white soup, which suits his liking.
Not far from Hong Mao Zhai, in a remote street, there is a very inconspicuous earthen temple.
Two medical monks from Guocheng Temple have lived here for a long time.
At this time, the old monk was staring at a box in his hand in a daze.
He didn't need to open the box, just by the taste, he knew that it contained the ice cream he needed most urgently.
Thinking of the sword light that sent the medicine box into the temple just now, the young monk shuddered and said, "Master, do you want to inform the government?"
The old monk shook his head and said, "He is a fellow."
The young monk was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and he came to his senses after a while, and asked a little uncertainly, "A fellow Taoist from the Green Mountain Sect?"
The old monk nodded.
The young monk thought about what happened in Baoshuju before, and thought to himself that it is no wonder that the person in the room on the seventh floor could easily take out a black grass pill, and said happily: "Chaonan City is so close to Qingshan, that Sandu faction How dare you be so arrogant, you really don't know how to live or die."
The old monk figured out who the person who delivered the medicine was from the sword light. Hearing his nephew's words, he couldn't help but shook his head, thinking that the Qingshan sect has always kept a low profile, so your words are wrong.
"I don't know how Liu Shisui is doing now."
The young monk thought about the scene of fighting side by side with the disciples of the Qingshan Sect in the muddy water a few days ago, and said with emotion: "Although he is young, he is worthy of being a natural Daoist, much stronger than me, and when facing that monster, It’s really admirable to be able to be so calm.”
The old monk said indifferently: "Calmness often comes from courage. Fellow Daoist Qingshan has never lacked this."
The young monk was a little worried and said: "Why did he faint in the end? I checked for a long time and couldn't find out where his injuries came from."
Suddenly there was a loud noise outside the temple.
The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in official uniform walked in. Behind him, more than ten sergeants separated the spectators from the crowd.