"Jiuxuan's Renjing is a fucking lunatic who doesn't say hello?! He doesn't have any martial arts spirit!" Ye Qiusheng roared, his body suddenly folded, the blade brushed his cheek, and the sharp saber aura looked at him. There is no sign of wanting to show mercy.
"Anyone who sneaks out in the middle of the night has no right to say that."
Followed by Jun Wanbai's twin swords, the two swords swung down from mid-air with a force of thunder, and it was as if he swore to cut Ye Qiusheng in half from his posture.
"So ruthless! Don't engage in public and private feuds at this time!"
Ye Qiusheng raised two plum-blossom darts and shot them into the darkness in the alley. He has become a fake scholar at this moment—which scholar would yell at him without any scruples like him? The Plum Blossom Dart plunged into the darkness with Lingling's cold light as if it had hit something. At the same time, Jun Wanbai's swords had already roared towards him.
The twilight at the city gate during the day was staged again, and Ye Qiusheng's figure suddenly disappeared completely from before him.
"Enough is enough for internal fighting! Is it good to be unanimous and external?!"
Ye Qiusheng's figure appeared behind Jun Wanbai like a ghost, he looked a little annoyed, and his tone was a little bit corrupt.
Li Xin turned around abruptly, and the long knife was about to strike again. Jun Wanbai beside him suddenly blew a clear and short whistle, signaling him to stop temporarily. The long knife was retracted slightly, and half-guarded and half-guarded across his chest, Li Xin looked at Ye Qiusheng coldly. Standing in the depths of the alley in front of him behind him, Jun Wanbai had two swords half in front of his chest, the other leaning down slightly, looking sharply at the direction in which Ye Qiusheng rushed out.
"Although it is necessary to secure the internal affairs first, you still have a chance to say a few words right now."
Jun Wanbai turned his back to Li Xin, facing the darkness, white air rose faintly from the sword in his hand.
From the sticky darkness deep in the alley came heavy, boom, boom, boom footsteps. The footsteps were slow and sticky, like a person covered in water plants dragging mud, step by step, slowly walking out. Hell, this alley is actually not long, but the darkness in the depths is as deep and endless as if it is connected to another cold space.
It is indeed hell.
A cold aura slowly spread from the depths of the alley. In the vision of Li Xin and Jun Wanbai, the black aura on the walls on both sides of the alley spread like vines and tangled up like tentacles. The light blue mist did not know when it began to rise, exuding a three-point coldness and seven-point evil spirit.
There is a saying in "Customs of Customs": In the dark, no one walks, and the dark darkness opens the door. Don't speak loudly, for fear of people in the spring.
—After dark, pedestrians should return home early, and don’t wander the streets. When the cold air is severe, an entrance to the Nether Gate will appear somewhere. When the mist rises, don't make loud noises, otherwise you will wake up the people sleeping in the underworld.
The so-called entrance to the netherworld is actually due to the accumulation of filth, the lingering cold air, and the strange earth veins, thus forming a small "ghost world" that occasionally attracts the cold air from the netherworld and brings ghosts and monsters together. It will take some time for Jun Wanbai and Li Xin to break through the ghost world here, especially since both of them are injured.
"Xiaosheng looked at the sky at night and found out that there are evil spirits haunting this place, so he came here to eliminate the harm for the people." Ye Qiusheng straightened his clothes. He had exaggerated his tone before, but in fact he didn't even get a piece of mud on his body. With a wave of his sleeves, he looked like a fake scholar again, with a smile on his face, "You two brothers from the Nine Xuanmen, I will leave the night ghosts here to you to take care of, Mr. Ye has something to do, so let's go first! "
"The surname is Ye!"
Jun Wanbai gritted her teeth and cursed, and took a step back, turning her back to Li Xin. At this time, the thing that Ye Qiusheng had forced back had stepped out of the darkness—a tall, half-human figure, wrapped in a hazy black mist, half-tangible and half-material. In the darkness behind this black shadow, there are many overlapping and vague ones, and it seems that there are many more.
Amid Jun Wanbai's furious shouting, Ye Qiu, who had escaped from the darkness, let out a long laugh, waved his sleeves and got off the ground, swept up the roof and disappeared from the sight of the two of them in an instant.
The streamer turned on Jun Wanbai's sword, she held the hilt obliquely, and retracted the sword after Ye Qiusheng's figure disappeared.
"Half crazy."
Facing the night ghost who was getting closer and closer, Jun Wan raised his eyelids lazily.
"Don't dawdle, do it quickly."
As she said that, a sternness flashed across her face: "Those who dare to play tricks on my old lady will not live a good life."
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After throwing off Jun Wanbai and Li Xin who were following them, Ye Qiusheng quickly rushed out of the city.
In fact, it's not like he deliberately played Jun Wanbai and the others. Bai Ri is also seriously planning to cooperate with Jiuxuanmen. But what he is going to do next is really secretive, even he himself has doubts, it is really inconvenient for the people of Jiuxuan to know. A group of barbaric lunatics who don't talk about etiquette really makes people feel sorry for them.
Ye Qiusheng sighed "Qi Qi" in his heart, but there was a smile on his face as usual, and there was no hesitation in his eyes.
In the gate tower above the Guo wall, a soldier in armor was holding a spear and rubbing his hands, shivering a little bit from the cold. He lowered his palm and breathed, completely unaware that someone was phantomly passing by his side. Pass.
Ye Qiusheng's robe has wide sleeves, and when he flies through the air, he looks like a roc floating around, and his figure turns towards the direction of the Lingxing Temple that he saw during the day.
Ye Qiusheng's figure fluttered like an owl's wings among the dark leaves, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
The little soldier on the gate tower shook his sleepy head, yawned, and kept on guard. Suddenly, he vaguely heard a low coughing sound—Is Li Laoliu still recovering from tuberculosis? As he thought about it, he didn't turn his head, so he didn't realize that Li Laoliu, who he believed to be coughing, had already fallen asleep leaning against the pillar.
The low coughing sound only rang a few times and then stopped.
The soldier stomped on the gatehouse with his spear in his arms, trying to warm himself up.
That is, when the coughing stopped, another figure appeared silently under Guomen. In the deep night, that person was wearing a long white robe with a buttoned hood, covering his entire face. He seemed to be walking slowly and quickly, one step out of the figure but flitted several feet lightly, erratic like a ghost.
Logically speaking, even if the sky was dark, the man's white robe would be easy to spot.
But the little soldier standing on the gate stood as if he hadn't seen him, holding his spear and trying his best to stand upright, fully on guard, but allowed such a suspicious person to float away in front of the Guo gate.
The direction that the person was walking was exactly the same as that of Ye Qiusheng who passed by silently just now.
—Lingxing Temple.
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