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Chapter 124 Swordsman vs. Mysterious Man (10,000 characters)

The purple opportunity must have a rare treasure. An Jing is going to use it to fight against the unknown black opportunity. How can Xiao Qianqiu endure being taken away by others?

An Jing's body vertically turned into a gust of wind.

"Chi!"

The cold light of the sword resounded throughout the world, piercing directly into the figure in the black mist.

"clang!"

The moment the sword light surged towards the black mist, it seemed to be blocked by a fierce energy, and then a harsh roaring sound erupted.

An Jing felt a huge force coming from the sword, which almost made him lose his grip.

Master!

With just one blow, An Jing could feel that the person in front of him was three points stronger than the Great Master Yuhuai.

"Um!?"

The man in the black mist glanced at An Jing, who was rushing towards him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then picked up Qi Yun's neck and continued to move away.

In her opinion, killing someone is a waste of her time.

At this moment, Qi Yun's face turned red. As a disciple of Xiao Qianqiu of the Zhenyi Sect, he was always held up by others wherever he went. When had he been carried like a chicken and suffered such humiliation?

"You can leave today if you want, but you must stay."

An Jing took a deep breath and flew out the sword from his palm.

"Buzz!" "Buzz!"

In an instant, the long sword rose across the sky and rushed forward, with great momentum and unstoppable power. It seemed to leave a white wave wherever it passed.

Guiyi Sword Technique! Sword Controlling Technique!

That air wave was like a meteor streaking across the sky, making the dark night sky brighter.

"The fifth realm?"

The people in the black mist saw the flying sword penetrating, and a look of surprise appeared in their eyes.

There are not many swordsmen in the fifth realm. I didn't expect that there was another one in Yuzhou City who had just left.

In an instant, the sword light rushed over and plunged into the black fog. Its sharp sword light cut through the surrounding black fog inch by inch.

But the next moment, the long sword seemed to have encountered tremendous resistance, unable to make any further progress.

His sword control skills were unable to break through the black mist surrounding him, so one can imagine the strength of the person in front of him.

An Jing narrowed his eyes, and his inner energy surged like a vast force, and then gathered in his fingertips.

"call out!"

The fingertips instantly burst into surging flames, and there seemed to be a crisp and clear chirping sound, which was heart-piercing, and then the surrounding temperature rose crazily.

Nine Yang Divine Finger! Feng Chao Huang!

As An Jing pointed out, Qi Jin seemed to turn into a flying bird swept by flames, and the hot air waves rolled away in all directions.

If you use Tianwu level martial arts, you will know how powerful it is.

"This... this is..."

Master Yuhuai's face was pale. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, when he saw this fingering technique, his heart suddenly trembled. "The Four Elephant Fingering Techniques of the Four Elephants Sect are not that powerful. Who is this ghost swordsman?"

It is rumored that the Ghost Swordsman not only has strange and mysterious sword skills, but also knows how to use the Hundred-step Flying Sword of the Guigu Sect, and now he can also display such amazing finger skills. What kind of force is behind him!?

Master Yuhuai's thoughts only lasted for a moment. The fire bird transformed from finger strength had already rushed over, and then focused on the hilt of the sword.

"Ding!"

Under the blessing of the finger strength, the momentum of the long sword surged, bathed in red flames and surged away, as if to melt the thick black mist.

An Jing launched two moves in an instant without any hesitation.

The master's expression remained unchanged in the black mist, and he waved his long sleeves, like a breeze blowing on his face.

It seems like a casual swing, but it contains tens of thousands of kilograms of strength.

The ferocious strength met the flames of sword light.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

When the two phases collided, a roaring sound erupted from the center.

At the next moment, the long sword began to tremble, bearing unimaginable pressure, and a deafening sound sounded.

"not good!"

An Jing stepped back continuously, then quickly looked up.

"boom!"

The long sword that I saw turned into powder and disappeared into the sky and earth with the miserable cold wind, and the world became silent.

"What a great master!"

An Jing secretly took a breath of air and his face became extremely serious.

The two moves of his sword control and Nine Yang Divine Finger combined into one were unexpectedly solved by that man with a single movement of his hands. This man's strength was only higher than that of the severely injured Puhui Bodhisattva.

But at that time, I was still able to transform into a ghost, but now there is no soul left in my body to burn me.

The man in the black mist glanced at An Jing and said calmly: "Since you want to die, I will send you on your way."

Killing doesn't happen overnight.

She never holds grudges, because if she has any grudges, she has to avenge them on the spot.

"Then it depends on your ability."

An Jing licked his lips and sneered.

"Everyone who saw it died."

"There will be an accident today."

"Absolutely not."

The man in the black mist lightly loosened his left hand and placed Qi Yun in his hand on the ground.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Qi Yun fell to the ground, coughing continuously, but secretly cursing in his heart, I am a disciple of Zhenyi Cult, not a chicken in your hands.

The man in the black mist stepped forward, and the originally dark night sky became quieter and quieter.

The moonlight in the sky seemed to be blocked at this moment, causing people to feel an inexplicable surge of uneasiness and panic.

And An Jing, who was in the middle, felt a mountain-like force coming towards him.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared in front of him. It seemed subtle, but it shone extremely brightly in an instant, filling An Jing's pupils.

"what happened!?"

An Jing wanted to dodge, but felt like he was stuck in the mud.

At the same time, the shining light gradually became clear.

Boom!

Boom!

Under the roar of the qi machine, there was a sound that resounded throughout the world.

A palm print that covered the sky fell and hit hard. The air on both sides was squeezed by this huge force and rushed wildly in all directions.

Obviously, this person also intends to fight quickly and show no mercy when he strikes.

An Jing was unable to avoid it, and the internal energy in his body was surging crazily, and the light of flickering flames appeared again.

Nine Yang Divine Finger!

The Hundred Steps Flying Sword belongs to swordsmanship. Because he has dabbled in swordsmanship, he was able to practice it to the eighth level very quickly after getting it. However, he rarely practiced the Nine-Yang Divine Finger.

His attainments are not profound.

The reason why it was able to intimidate the Great Master Yuhuai and Qi Yun was because the Nine Yang Divine Finger belonged to the Tianwu level of martial arts.

Thick flames soared into the sky, directly facing the falling palm prints.

Seeing this, the man in the black mist picked up Qi Yun and walked away.

In her opinion, the ghost swordsman was already a dead person.

Earth flower realm!?

Even Xi Jikui, who was in the realm of smallpox, was not her enemy with one move, so when this palm fell, she thought that the ghost swordsman in the realm of earthly flowers would definitely die.

The palm print fell fiercely, with overwhelming force, and the surging flame seemed to become extremely weak in an instant.

But at the next moment, a bright golden light emerged from An Jing's body, and the huge palm print was also stunned.

"break!"

An Jing's tone was very calm, but the weak flame suddenly became strong.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The huge impact sound was deafening, and the world shook.

The strong wind roared and made a sharp sound. Anjing stood in the middle of the sky and the earth, his eyes as deep as the abyss.

"How can the water in Yuzhou City be so deep..."

When Master Yuhuai saw this scene, his heart trembled. He was amazed at who these two people were and how powerful they both were.

How could a small city of Yuzhou have so many masters?

"Golden Bones!?"

The footsteps in the black mist paused, and a pair of beautiful eyes narrowed into a slit.

In her impression, there was a body-refining martial arts in the Snowy Mountains of the Later Jin Dynasty. Even if it did not reach the level of a master, if it was practiced to perfection, it could be tempered into golden bones.

However, this martial art is so difficult to practice that even in the history of Daxue Mountain, few people have been able to practice it.

"Your Excellency is very confident, but this is not a good thing."

An Jing took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing before speaking out.

If it hadn't been tempered into a perfect golden bone, that blow just now might have killed half of his life.

This not only reflects the profound strength of the person in front of him, but also reflects the toughness of the golden bone.

"interesting."

The man in the black mist said calmly: "Being able to take one of my moves will be enough for you to become famous in this world."

"Hahahahaha."

Hearing this, An Jing couldn't help laughing, "A sneaky rat who hides his head and shows his tail dares to speak nonsense?"

Master Yuhuai was adjusting his breath beside him. Hearing this, he couldn't help but curse: Aren't you the same?

"Then let the rats take you on your way today."

The man in the black mist said softly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Yeah?"

An Jing's eyes also surged with coldness, and then he gently raised his palm, as if he wanted to hold something.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

A rustling sound sounded, and Master Yuhuai quickly looked around after hearing the news.

All I saw was a huge python head emerging, and then the python head slowly rose up, as if blending with the moon disk in the distance, which immediately gave people an inexplicable feeling of shock.

"hiss--!"

The python raised its head high and let out a sharp roar, and the tumors on its cheeks spread out like wings.

"What a terrifying beast!"

Master Yuhuai trembled in his heart and lost his voice.

Not only Master Yuhuai, but Qi Yun also had a look of shock on his face. Even among the Zhenyi Sect, there were few such beasts that could match them. It was obvious at a glance that they were ferocious, extremely cruel beasts, and almost impossible to be tamed.

But at this moment, the strange beast didn't have any evil aura around it, just like a piece of wood.

And several female crowns were frightened by the sudden appearance of the thousand-year-old black anaconda, and they did not dare to move.

The next moment, a black brilliance seemed to emerge from the black anaconda's mouthparts.

Then an extremely sharp brilliance shot out.

"call out!"

Looking carefully, it was a sharp sword blade that cut through the air and finally fell into the hands of the ghost swordsman.

Sword to Suppress Evil!

This is the third most famous sword on the list of famous swords, the Evil Suppressing Sword.

At the same time, the thousand-year-old black anaconda moved, and a huge iron tail swept towards the black mist.

"Boom boom boom!"

The thousand-year-old black anaconda's body is extremely powerful, its giant tail sweeps out with a force as heavy as a thousand stones, and the air is filled with the sound of explosive energy.

The man in the black mist also knew that the thousand-year-old black anaconda was powerful, so he threw Qi Yun away and then jumped up.

"Boom!"

The huge snake tail hit the ground, and it was like a huge stone falling, making a shocking sound, and the whole earth trembled.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

An Jing straightened his body and stood on the head of the thousand-year-old black anaconda.

"The thousand-year-old black anaconda that is about to turn into a dragon!?"

When the man in the black mist saw this scene, his heart moved.

These alien beasts are vicious and cruel by nature, and after growing for thousands of years, their viciousness has gradually become their nature. It is impossible for them to surrender to humans. It is obvious that some means have been used.

Unexpectedly, the ghost swordsman in front of me has many cards, no wonder he can defeat Puhui Bodhisattva.

"Chi!"

An Jing's arm shook, and a sword light shot out from the Suppressing Evil Sword, slashing towards the man in the black mist.

The man in the black mist didn't care. With a wave of his arm, the sword light disappeared without a trace, but An Jing's second sword light struck again.

The man in the black mist remained expressionless. With a wave of his hand, An Jing's four sword lights were easily blocked.

Seeing An Jing rushing towards him again, the man in the black mist said calmly: "Seeing that you are quite capable, I'll give you a chance..."

"unnecessary!"

An Jing licked his lips that were dry due to the cold, and swung the sword in his hand again.

Nine-character sword formula! All characters are secret!

An Jing's sword rushed forward with a strong momentum, as fast as a meteor, and directly pierced the weakest waist of the man in the black mist.

The man in the black mist was slightly surprised. He didn't expect An Jing's swordsmanship to be so weird. He rushed directly towards her waist. With a slap of his palm, black energy rushed towards An Jing's sword tip.

boom!

An Jing felt a huge force in his hand and almost let go of the sword in his hand.

At this moment, the thousand-year-old black anaconda below also opened its ferocious mouth and bit away fiercely.

"Boom!"

The black mist was dispersed, and lotus flowers appeared around it, retreating rapidly towards the back. It was obvious that it was shaken by the impact, and its energy and blood were a little unstable.

Nine-character sword formula! The secret of military characters!

An Jing always stood on top of the thousand-year-old black anaconda, pointing the sword in his hand, as if piercing the void, and like a meteor, rushing towards the man in the black mist.

The person in the black mist had just avoided the attack of the thousand-year-old black anaconda when she felt a sharp edge rushing towards her from the front.

The ghost swordsman with the help of the Suppressing Evil Sword is quite strong, but coupled with the terrifying beast, even she is unable to withstand it.

This strange beast is so terrifying!

The man in the black mist couldn't help but feel his heart sink, and his inner energy surged up, and then quickly gathered on his fingers, pointing towards An Jing's sword.

The moment the sword tip touched the fingerlight, a strange light shone.

Tsk!

An Jing relied on the swooping power of the thousand-year-old black anaconda, but his whole body was still stunned. He only felt a force of energy rushing straight into his insides, as if it was about to overturn his body.

The Millennium Black Anaconda did not hesitate. He twisted his body, his huge body shook away, and continued to rush towards the man in the black mist.

An Jing also pressed against the energy in his body, and stabbed the evil-suppressing sword in his hand, like a thunderbolt falling from the sky.

He is determined to take away this purple opportunity today.

In the black mist, people's hearts tightened, and their inner strength surged away like a tide.

Demonic Black Lotus!

I saw the surging black energy transforming into a huge lotus, its momentum penetrating the heaven and earth, boundless, pressing towards An Jing's Suppressing Evil Sword.

"Si!"

The Millennium Black Anaconda also saw the opportunity to take action at this time, opened its huge mouth, and swallowed mountains and rivers with anger.

Kaka!

The next horrifying scene occurred, and the huge lotus flower was swallowed directly by the thousand-year-old black anaconda.

Not to mention the great master Yuhuai, Qi Yun and others next to him, even the person in the black mist looked a little surprised.

"You are overconfident!"

At this moment, An Jing flew directly out of the thousand-year-old black anaconda's head, as fast as lightning. The sword in his hand stabbed straight at the man in the black mist, and a terrifying sword light came out.

With this sword, the murderous intention was revealed, and he went forward in an unstoppable manner, as if he would not give up until he died.

"so horrible......"

Master Yuhuai watched the ghost swordsman and the thousand-year-old black anaconda fight against the mysterious master, his brows furrowed into a frown.

Above the night sky, sword lights are flying and strange beasts are raging. This battle is extremely rare and makes people marvel.

Even Master Yuhuai, a master of the smallpox realm, felt extremely solemn in his heart.

Several female champions were even more shocked, their hearts beating rapidly. They also knew that being able to see such a duel today was a blessing.

Buzz!

Just when the sword in An Jing's hand was about to pierce the throat of the man in the black mist, the man in the black mist suddenly closed his hands and clamped An Jing's sword directly with both palms, and the sword could not move.

.

The man in the black mist looked at the ghost swordsman in front of him and said calmly: "Your strength is indeed good, but it is only good."

"Yeah?"

A strange smile appeared at the corner of An Jing's mouth, and the next moment, the man in the black mist frowned suddenly.

The inner strength of An Jing's right hand poured in again, and then he shook violently.

The evil-suppressing sword in his hand was loosened, like a horned dragon breaking free from its restraints.

I saw a cold light appearing in the night sky, and then the cold light quickly transformed into thousands of sword lights and green light fluctuations.

The man in the black mist twisted his neck, and the body-protecting black mist was immediately pierced by a sword. But when it was about to hit the body of the man in the black mist, the man in the black mist dodged on one side.

"interesting."

Then he stretched out his hands, and the swirling black energy turned into several black lotuses, holding out all the slanting sword light, and then dispersed towards the heaven and earth.

The cold light of the sword shines in all directions, piercing the soul and grabbing the liver and intestines.

The sword light and the black lotus flowers intersect in the sky, which is dizzying and strange.

"not good!?"

Yuhuai secretly thought something was wrong, but it was already too late. The cold light he saw slanted down, instantly piercing the ground.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Two of the rays of energy rushed towards Qi Yun.

"Tum!" "Tum!"

With his first-level strength, how could he withstand this terrifying energy? It stabbed him to the core in an instant, and blood flowed out of his chest.

Qi Yun's eyes were still filled with a hint of shock and disbelief, and his body was constantly trembling.

"me....."

Then his lips opened, and his breath was completely cut off before the words came out.

Master Yuhuai and several female crowns were stunned.

The two of them were fighting fiercely. Seeing that the battle had reached a fever pitch, they didn't expect that either of them would be fine. Instead, Qi Yun lay dead next to him.

"grass!"

An Jing felt the purple light disappearing from the book on the ground and couldn't help but curse inwardly.

His purple chance was gone.

"died!?"

The man in the dark room also frowned.

She didn't expect this ending at all.

“We’ll see you later!”

An Jing glanced at the black mist, snorted coldly, and then drove the thousand-year-old black anaconda away quickly.

If it weren't for this master who came out of nowhere today, I would have had the purple opportunity.

Now that Qi Yun is dead, there is no need for him to stay, and he doesn't know if anyone has already rushed to Liumu Villa.

The man in the black mist glanced at An Jing's background, then took a deep breath, jumped up, and disappeared into the devastated Willow Villa.

The world was peaceful, but Master Yuhuai stared blankly at Qi Yun, whose life breath had completely disappeared on the ground, and he did not come back to his senses for a long time.

"Da...Da Zhenren..."

At this time, the female crown next to her whispered: "What should we do now?"

"You should collect the bodies first."

Master Yuhuai was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly.

.........

In the dense forest.

The figure of the thousand-year-old black anaconda shuttled past. Although its body was huge, its speed was extremely fast.

"What a pity for that purple opportunity."

An Jing stood on the head of the thousand-year-old black anaconda, but he secretly thought it was a pity. If that person didn't show up today, he would have captured Qi Yun.

After Qi Yun died, the purple opportunity prompt disappeared, which shows that the purple opportunity should have been dictated by Qi Yun.

It is very likely that it is related to the Jade Emperor Sutra.

An Jing frowned slightly and thought to himself: "But that's not right. Even if I have the "Big Dipper", the "Da Luo Heart Technique" is a fragment. Logically speaking, it is impossible to get the "Jade Emperor Sutra".

, is it possible that Qi Yun not only knows the "Big Dipper", but also knows the fragments of "Da Luo Xin Dharma"?"

Thinking of this, An Jing suddenly felt even more regretful.

"I don't know where that person came from, but his strength is terrifying."

An Jing recalled the scene of the battle with that man in his mind, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

The level of strength is definitely not that of the severely injured Puhui Bodhisattva. He should be a half-step master, and it is very likely that he is a half-step master who suppresses the realm.

A half-step master needs three flowers to gather in a cauldron to reach the realm of grand master. However, some half-step masters can obviously gather three flowers in a cauldron to become a master, but they suppress the realm and do not break through the shackles.

Lin Yiyang is one of them, and the same is obviously true for the person he was fighting just now.

If the Thousand-year-old Black Anaconda hadn't been too domineering and fierce, I might have gone there forever.

"Qi Yun is dead, I'm afraid there will be big trouble again."

An Jing sighed. It can be said that he didn't catch anything this time, but it further stimulated the Zhenyi Sect.

You must know that Qi Yun was Xiao Qianqiu's disciple, and his status was obviously extraordinary, but now he died in Yuzhou City.

Zhenyi Sect is the state religion, and it has been the leader in the world of Yanjiang for hundreds of years. How can we swallow this tone of voice?

Not long after, the Millennium Black Anaconda arrived at Qinghe Pier.

An Jing put the evil-suppressing sword in his hand into the mouth of the thousand-year-old black anaconda, and then made the thousand-year-old black anaconda sink to the bottom of the river before rushing home.

After a great battle, it was almost time.

The entire city of Yuzhou fell into silence, and at this time there was still a light flashing in the Jishi Hall.

An Jing took a deep breath, walked slowly into the front hall, and closed the side door casually.

"Uncle, are you back?"

Tan Yun was sitting in front of the counter and seemed a little panicked when he saw An Jing walking in quietly.

"It's so late and you haven't slept yet?"

An Jing said strangely.

"Aren't I waiting for my uncle to come back?"

Tan Yun blinked and asked, "Uncle, where did you go for medical consultation today? Why did you come back so late?"

"Fulu Street."

An Jing said casually and then walked to the backyard.

"Uncle, why are you in such a hurry? Let's talk."

Tan Yun saw this and quickly grabbed An Jing's arm.

But he couldn't help but touch a sensitive area, his face turned red immediately, and he quickly let go.

"What are you talking about? I'm a little tired today."

And An Jing also felt his arm touch the softness, and suddenly became distracted, and couldn't help but glance at the surging force.

If you are so sincere, it is not impossible to have a chat.

"Just chat casually."

Tan Yun's face was still flushed, and he stuck out his tongue, "It's been a long time since I heard from my uncle."

"Didn't I just talk to you during the day? Let's talk tomorrow. I'm really tired today."

An Jing was really tired today, especially the last battle with the master in the black mist, which made him even more exhausted mentally and physically.

Tan Yun pursed his lips and said reluctantly: "Uncle, come with me to talk casually, a stick of incense, no, half a stick of incense will be enough."

"Okay, okay, let me have a few words with you."

An Jing sighed helplessly and asked casually: "What did you do today after I left? Did you work seriously, or were you lazy again?"

Having said this, An Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew what Tan Yun did every day with his eyes closed. It was nothing more than eating, sleeping and beating up the little black guy.

"I...I didn't do anything...No, no, I'm not lazy."

Tan Yun's face suddenly turned red, and he seemed a little panicked.

"Ahem."

At this time, a light coughing sound came from the bedroom.

An Jing heard clearly that it was Zhao Qingmei's voice.

"Uncle, let's not talk anymore. I'm going back to rest."

Tan Yun ran towards the backyard like a frightened rabbit.

"really weird."

An Jing looked at Tan Yun's back and felt very strange. Why did she turn red when he asked her casually.

After muttering to himself, An Jing walked slowly towards the bedroom.

"Husband, are you back?"

In the room, under the light, there is a beauty with fluffy hair, and her skin is slightly rosy.

"I came back a little late today."

A trace of fatigue appeared on An Jing's eyebrows and he said: "I'm worrying Madam, she's really too busy."

If Cheng Yaojin hadn't suddenly appeared, not only would everything be possible today, but he would also be able to come back earlier. However, that person's strength is a bit advanced, so I will write down this grudge for the time being and repay it later.

"Husband, please rest quickly. I have already made the bed."

Zhao Qingmei touched her wrist and said.

An Jing reached out and pinched Zhao Qingmei's cheek, and said distressedly: "Look at you, your face is not as rosy as before, don't stay up late next time."

"I know." Zhao Qingmei spat out her sweet tongue, but secretly thought in her heart: It's all because of the thousand-year-old black anaconda sitting under the Ghost Swordsman's seat. How could he show such fatigue?

With that said, Zhao Qingmei took off An Jing's clothes, and the two of them lay on the bed.

"Madam, you are tired too, let's go to bed early."

When An Jing saw his wife in front of him, the gloom in his heart was swept away and he said: "No matter what happens next time, you must rest well."

"I want to rest early."

Zhao Qingmei nestled in the quilt and whispered: "Brother, if you don't come back, I won't be able to sleep."

"I will never do it again."

After An Jing heard this, he reached out and touched Zhao Qingmei's soft black hair, but secretly swore in his heart that he would never go out so late again in the future, nor would he let his wife wait for him at night.

Seeing the soft light in An Jing's eyes, Zhao Qingmei bit her red lips and said, "I'm sorry."

Sometimes, she didn't know whether she should tell An Jing everything, but in her heart she was afraid of losing everything in front of her.

After all, if he explained it clearly, it would be too sensational. Can he really accept everything?

The intrigues, the flashes of swords and swords in this world have nothing to do with him. It is too unfair for him to involve him.

Brother, I can handle all the grudges and grudges in this world by myself.

"Silly girl, I am the one who should say I'm sorry." An Jing was stunned for a moment, then felt even more guilty: "Don't worry, there won't be a next time."

"I want to sleep in your quilt and hug you..."

Zhao Qingmei blinked, then shrank her little head and got into An Jing's quilt.

"OK."

An Jing hugged Zhao Qingmei's delicate body, and suddenly felt a ball of flame burning. His palms gently touched the smooth jade back, and he kept rubbing it, just like stroking mutton-fat jade.

"Brother...are you cold...?"

Zhao Qingmei's voice trailed off, her beautiful eyes were full of spring, and she said softly: "Would you like to feel the warmth?"

An Jing's tiredness cleared up in a flash. He blinked and suddenly became energetic, "Madam, if you are like this, I won't be sleepy anymore..."

"I'm not sleepy anymore."

I saw Zhao Qingmei getting into the bed.

There was a bit more explosion in the dark air, and even the silent sky outside the window seemed a little trembling, becoming restless.

At the end, suddenly the entire dark night was lit up, and the fascinating atmosphere suddenly reached its peak.

There is a strong spring feeling in the house, clouds and rain in Wushan come and go, the evening breeze is warm and intoxicating, and the moon shyly hides behind the clouds outside the window.

.......

Early the next morning, Zhongyi Hall, backyard.

The trees in the courtyard are withered, making it feel a little more desolate.

Guo Yuchun sat in front of the stone table, reading a book in his hand.

Masters who practice martial arts all have their own habits. For example, Xi Jikui would get up and practice martial arts every day, day after day, year after year, which made Xi Jikui reach the realm of smallpox.

But Guo Yuchun was different. After getting up and washing up every day, he would make a cup of strong tea, then sit in the courtyard and read carefully with a book in his hands.

Tea must be strong.

And that book must be "Historical Records of Various Kingdoms".

Compared with other tea drinkers, Guo Yuchun is not an expert at tea tasting, but he only loves strong tea, because if the tea is weak, he cannot taste the taste and feel of the tea.

So he likes strong tea, and the stronger the tea, the better.

He reads the "Historical Records of the Kingdoms" every morning, from the first page to the last page, and then reads it again, over and over again, even though he has read the twenty-seven volumes of "Historical Records of the Kingdoms" dozens of times, some of which

He can memorize the plot now, but he still has to read it every day.

"Tap tap tap tap..."

Ouyang Yu frowned and hurried in.

"Deputy Gang Leader, something serious has happened."

Guo Yuchun still looked at the book in front of him and said calmly: "What's the matter?"

Ouyang Yu took a deep breath and said: "Qi Yun was killed last night, and Willow Villa was razed to the ground."

"What!?"

After hearing Ouyang Yu's report, Guo Yuchun paused with a look of shock in his eyes, "Qi Yun was killed??"

Even though Guo Yuchun had been cultivating Qi for decades, he still couldn't help but feel shocked when he heard the news.

Who is Qi Yun? He is a disciple of Xiao Qianqiu of the Zhenyi Sect, and he is also the number one young person in the world today. His fame, status, and background are among the best in the world. But he died last night. This is enough to shock him.

A major event in the entire world, especially at such a critical node.

Buddhism is crossing eastward, the demonic sect is ready to move, there are frictions at the border, and the situation in the temple is changing...

"Yes."

Ouyang Yu nodded and said solemnly: "The spy saw Qi Yun's body with his own eyes, so there shouldn't be any lies."

"Who did it?" Guo Yuchun took a deep breath and asked.

A trace of cold sweat appeared on Ouyang Yu's forehead, "It is said that the ghost swordsman fought with a mysterious master to fight for Qi Yun, and finally killed him by mistake..."

"Manslaughter!?"

When Guo Yuchun heard this, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

You must know that Qi Yun is also a first-level master, but he was accidentally killed by the Qi Ji of two top masters. This sounds somewhat funny and ridiculous.

This level of cultivation was considered to be a famous master in the world, but his death was so inexplicable and unbelievable.

"It's really interesting."

Guo Yuchun exhaled a breath, "Can the mysterious master find out the history?"

"We can't find out." Ouyang Yu shook his head and continued: "It is said that the ghost swordsman came first last night, defeated the great master Yuhuai, and was about to kidnap Qi Yun. At this time, the mysterious master hurriedly came to kill them.

The battle lasted for dozens of rounds and there was no winner, but there were rumors that this mysterious master might be from Buddhism."

"Buddhism!?"

Guo Yuchun narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Now that Buddhism is heading east, the main focus is on how to establish a foothold in Dayan. It would be somewhat unreasonable and inappropriate to kill Qi Yun.

Although it is said that Buddhism and Zhenyi Sect will definitely fight in the future, it is too early and too public for Buddhism to take action now. After all, they have not yet completely taken root. Such an approach will not only offend Zhenyi Sect, but also make other forces feel disgusted, which will make the gains outweigh the losses.

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If a Buddhist was not a fool, he would not do such a thing. Even in order to clear the suspicion, Buddhist masters would try their best to protect Qi Yun.

And this news is clearly false news that was intentionally spread to create doubts and disrupt the world.

Guo Yuchun pondered for a long time and said: "You are going to spread the news now, saying that this person is a master of the Demon Cult, and that all this is done by the Demon Cult in order to disrupt the Dayan River and Lake and make profits from it."

If the Zhenyi Sect really goes to war with Buddhism, the water in Dayan River and Lake will be completely chaotic. Although this is very beneficial to the Cao Gang, especially for such a big plan as the Five Gang Alliance, it will be the icing on the cake.

But for the Demonic Cult, it is undoubtedly a timely help.

Now that Dayan's rivers and lakes are not completely in chaos, it will be very difficult for the Demon Sect to enter Dayan. Once the chaos is over, the Demon Sect will be able to wait for an opportunity to enter Dayan, and it will be easy.

This is not good news for Caobang.

"I see."

Ouyang Yu nodded heavily, "I understand."

Guo Yu frowned slightly and said in a serious voice: "Qi Yun is dead. Who killed him is not important. What is important is who the Zhenyi Sect is willing to believe."

Ouyang Yu asked: "What does the deputy gang leader think of the Zhenyi Church?"

Qi Yun is not an ordinary person, and Zhenyi Sect is not an ordinary force either.

"This matter depends on their plan, not on us."

Guo Yuchun shook his head and said: "There are experts in the Zhenyi Sect, and Xiao Qianqiu also has his plans. They are all the best chess players in the world."

Guo Yuchun couldn't figure out how to change the True One Sect.

A single move can affect the whole body. It is impossible for the masters of Zhenyi Sect not to know this.

"besides."

Guo Yuchun frowned, "Yesterday, the person sent the news that the Demon Cult may take action against us. Ask He Ao to go to Linjiang City immediately and tell the gang leader to be careful of the Demon Cult masters."

"Yes, I'll go now."

When Ouyang Yu heard this, he was shocked and quickly retreated.

Guo Yuchun looked at Ouyang Yu's back and said quietly: "His Second Highness's sword is still very sharp..."

People in the world may have heard of the current second prince Zhao Mengtai, but they don't know much about him.

Guo Yuchun is very concerned about the current situation in the temple, and has also done some research on the second prince Zhao Mengtai. This person can quickly recruit a group of people in the court to form his own team, and his skills are definitely extraordinary.

It shows that he had a far-reaching plan before. Such a person may seem domineering and vigorous, but on the inside he is a thoughtful person.

In addition, this Second Highness also has a sense of paranoia and madness in his heart.

Such people are the most terrifying.

There are very few people in the world who dare to collude with the Demonic Cult, and even fewer in the temple, especially someone with a high position and special status like him.

His ambition is great and his courage is even greater.

.........

Jishi Hall, bedroom.

A faint ray of sunlight shines down.

Zhao Qingmei took out the diary from the closet, then slowly sat down, remembering last night, she couldn't help but reveal a happy smile.

"In the fourteenth year of Xingping, January 24th, it was sunny.

Tonight, I went to Willow Villa and encountered a ghost swordsman, who accidentally killed Qi Yun. I originally wanted to capture the "Big Dipper", but in the future I would have the opportunity to synthesize the "Jade Emperor Sutra" for my husband to practice, but I didn't expect that I would fall short. This ghost swordsman does have some strength.

, I don’t know what kind of influence it comes from, but this person has been haunting Yuzhou City and is always a scourge. Just in case, he must be found.

After a fierce battle with the ghost swordsman late at night, I came back in a hurry. Looking at my tired husband, I suddenly felt a little guilty and felt that I had deceived him. I could only hope that the hegemony could be completed as soon as possible, so that I could have my true self and peace in my heart.

.....Well, I have always been unruly, but last night I was so upset that my waist was a little sore...I will be leaving in less than ten days, and suddenly I can't bear to leave my brother."

As soon as the pen came down, Zhao Qingmei had a smile on her brows and her heart started to beat rapidly. Then she carefully closed it and put it in the closet.


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