Just as the disciples of the Lion and Tiger Sect were out to surround the small town at the foot of Tianjue Peak, Wanren Tu took action personally and captured the sword slave of the Three Absolute Swords.
A figure was speeding on the road. Seeing him stretch out his hand, he could see his excellent lightness skills, flying with the wind and walking on the leaves. It turned out that he was also a first-class master.
"I never expected that the Crazy Lion Massacre would care so much about his useless brother."
"My message has just been delivered."
"He went straight to the top of Tianjue Peak."
"But this is good."
While flying, this first-rate master was thinking in his heart, he was ordered to go out and deliver the news about "Wan Lixing's death" to the headquarters of the Lion and Tiger Sect. In order to prevent it from being discovered by Wanren Tu, he went through many twists and turns and finally delivered the news. Unexpectedly, he had just delivered it.
Immediately afterwards, Wanren Tu was furious and directly dragged the remaining first-rate warriors of the Lion and Tiger Sect away from the main temple. Along the way, he pulled many disciples from the major branch temples, and traveled day and night, and directly reached the top of Tianjue with lightning speed. He, the messenger, was actually not as fast as the other party.
But that's okay.
"The massacre of the people is so angry, I think the prince's plan must have succeeded."
"Besides, with the murderous nature of the massacre of ten thousand people."
"I'm afraid this sword-testing competition is going to turn into a murder competition..."
Swish, swish, swish.
The falling leaves and the sound of piano filled the air, and the traveler was suddenly awakened. In a blink of an eye, he found that he had lost his direction and everything he saw was a strange place.
"!!!"
The traveler's pupils suddenly shrank, and all the true energy in his body burst out instantly. He directly drew out a soft sword like a golden snake, tearing all the fallen leaves around him. At the same time, he stirred the air to prevent poisonous fog from coming through the air. At the same time, he concentrated his attention, fearing that some hidden weapon would fly out from the woods in the next second.
There was no other reason. When Wan Lixing was shot to death by the rain of Po Gang arrows, he was watching right next to him. How could he not be alert
"Who is this monster!?"
"Do you dare to show your face and strike with a sword?"
"... ... ... "
The sound of the piano continued, but the rhythm suddenly accelerated. At first it was as leisurely as spring flowers, but now it was like a scorching summer. This time, the travelers were horrified to find that the person blocking their way was not hiding at all, but was right in front of them from the very beginning!
A pavilion, a lyre, and a beautiful woman.
The veil concealed the stunning beauty of the beauty. Her ten fair fingers gently plucked the strings of the piano. Her beautiful eyes did not even look at the passerby. She just lowered her head and played the piano. Next to the beauty, there was a woman dressed in a maid's clothes, who was looking at the passerby with a bad face.
The traveler has also been through the world, how could he not understand.
This is meeting a master!
Thinking of this, the passerby lowered his posture and bowed respectfully to the front: "I wonder who you are, and why you are blocking my way?"
"... snort."
The woman playing the zither did not speak, but the sound of the zither changed quietly. Summer faded away, and autumn became crisp and clear. The inexplicable feeling of depression also disappeared, making the passers-by secretly relieved. At the same time, the woman standing beside her took the initiative to step forward and said with a cold and arrogant look:
"No one but Wutong lives in Wutong Valley."
"So do you understand?"
“… ..!!!”
The other person didn't even need to finish speaking. Just hearing the three words "Wutong Valley" was enough to make the traveler's heart beat faster.
How could he not know
The eight major sects in Jianghu refer to Xiaoyao Sect, Bodhidharma Temple, Shenquan Sect, White Lotus Sect, Snake Worship Sect, Exiled Immortal Villa, Wutong Valley, and the Demon Sect. This is a common saying, and of course some people further divide these eight sects into six righteous sects and two demonic sects.
But no matter what, among the top sects in the world, there is one sect that is the most special.
It’s not the Exiled Immortal Villa that gets rich the fastest.
Nor are they the Xiaoyao Sect and Bodhidharma Temple, which have the longest traditions.
But Wutong Valley.
The reason is simple, because strictly speaking... there is only one person in Wutong Valley.
The world's number one independent cultivator, who has lived in Wutong Valley for a long time and has only two maids serving him, is feared by the whole world and has made his sect famous.
And the two maids of the owner of Wutong Valley.
One of them is called You Feng Lai Yi.
One of them is called Fei Wu Bu Qi.
only... .
"Your Highness has been planning for a long time, to trick Lai Yi away from the valley. Do you really think that the Master won't notice?"
"!!!"
"Tell me everything you know."
"Otherwise..."
Fei Wu Bushi narrowed his eyes slightly, and his aura directly locked onto the traveler. A sense of impending disaster arose spontaneously, and the traveler immediately understood.
This maid from Wutong Valley is actually also a master!
grass!
"Ms. Buqi, I, I..."
"No excuses allowed!"
"Answer my question immediately! What is your prince planning?"
"I, I don't know."
The traveler almost cried: "I only know that the prince asked You Feng Lai Yi to go to Tian Jue Peak to ask the Valley Master to come out of the mountain. I really don't know anything else. I'm just a small pawn."
"have no idea?"
"Then what's the point of keeping you?"
"!!!" The cold words made the traveler panic to the extreme: "Wait! Wait a minute! I..."
Although the traveler still wanted to argue, Feiwubusi stopped talking and silently lowered his head and stood behind the woman playing the piano again.
clang clang!
The sound of the piano changed again! Autumn turned to winter, and in an instant, the cold wind blew, and the water turned into ice. The extreme murderous aura whistled along with the sound of the piano, and even a layer of white frost grew on the ground. The next second, the woman playing the piano flicked her fingers, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, leaving only a ray of high notes and a dazzling bright light.
Click!
There was no scream, no groan. The traveler didn't even have time to react. He could only open his eyes wide before his body was cut in half. The sword energy entered from the crack, instantly severing his meridians and going straight into his brain. In just a moment, it killed him completely from body to mind.
As for the spilled blood, it began to freeze in mid-air, and before hitting the ground, it turned into a silent ice sculpture just like the cut-off body, standing quietly on the mountain path, and even the surrounding fallen leaves were frozen together, forming a strange and beautiful spectacle.
Hongguang restrained himself, the sound of the zither suddenly stopped, the seven-stringed zither stood up, and was finally held in Feiwu Bushi's arms, while the woman who had been playing the zither before slowly stood up. Although the veil covered her face, one could still see a trace of unspeakable helplessness and disappointment in her beautiful eyes.
"My lady, Lai Yi..."
"Don't blame her. You and Lai Yi grew up in the valley since childhood. You don't know much about the world. Someone seduced you deliberately, so it's inevitable that something like this would happen."
The voice of the woman playing the zither was ethereal and clear, interrupting Fei Wu Bu Qi who was about to say something but hesitated: "Let's go."
"Since the prince is willing to lower himself to do such a thing just to let me go to Tianjue Peak, then I will go there."
"I'd like to see."
"What on earth does he want to do?"