Just as there was a loud "bang" explosion halfway up the mountain, a crystal-white chess piece flew in the air, carrying a gust of cold wind, and hit the black robe not far away. The black shadow was only a few steps away.
Stepping far away, he turned the blade with a "swish" and struck the dazzling gleaming blade of the sword squarely with the cold chess piece.
At this moment, the blue fireworks suddenly lit up and down the Lirong Mountain. Then there was the loud sound, and the West Lake disciples surrounding them couldn't help but raise their faces, and stared blankly at the gorgeous fireworks.
Sprinkled in the bright mid-air.
Beside Linghu Qixue, there were three or four boys and girls from the West Lake gathered around. At this moment, they didn't care about anything else. They dropped the soft whip to the ground and whispered:
"It's Senior Sister Qilang..."
Although Linghu Ziqi on the other side could hear clearly, he did not change his posture about to attack at all, and his eyes were fixed on Mi Yu Tianke opposite. Mr. Ruo Dongruo did not have the slightest look of mercy on his face, but his sword
He raised his head and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
All the young people present could see that the remaining rebels on Dongshan who were stubbornly resisting were dead and wounded. Only Linghu Ziqi and this young disciple were left to resist for too long. The two of them were panting.
The sweat on his forehead fell drop by drop on his clothes.
It's just that Mr. Ruo rarely encounters an opponent in chess and insists on fighting alone. Otherwise, if the generals present swarm him, how can he and the two of them survive for a few more hours?
Ziqi and Mr. Xihu were in a stalemate for a long time, but it was still difficult to decide the winner. Finally, he lost a little patience and arranged the chess pieces in his hands in a row of "black herons". With a rustle of wind, they all flew towards Mr. Ruo.
And left. Unexpectedly, I had been playing chess for too long, and my fingertips had lost a lot of strength. At this moment, I forced many chess pieces to fly out together. Unavoidably, the formation was shaky and flying in the air, which was no longer very neat.
Looking at the "Crow Array" flying crookedly all the way, Ruodong shook his head secretly: If Ziqi had used every force to move every chess piece, he could have fought with him for half an hour longer. It's a pity that this is the moment.
Careless, I don't have the spare time to tolerate his life anymore.
Thinking of this, he immediately raised the Yin Yang Sword horizontally, struck down with a flash of silver light, and immediately tore a huge gash in the flying "Wulu".
Then without taking a step back, he immediately stepped forward with his sword, so that the sharp tip of the sword was facing Zi Qi's eyebrows.
In shock, Ziqi took a deep breath and quickly jumped back a few steps, trying to avoid the sharp edge of the Yin-Yang Sword. However, before he could land, he heard Qixue yelling "Ah" behind him. She must have been hit by
Several opponents from West Lake wrapped themselves around the soft whip and were unable to move.
A chess piece moved backwards, and a soft whip was heard as it "clicked", immediately clearing the disciple's siege. However, as soon as the footsteps stopped, Ruo Dong suddenly heard a flick of his wrist -
The cold light of the Yin Yang Sword was already approaching his eyes.
"right!"
The chess player wanted to move his chess pieces, but he realized that the tip of the sword was already very close at hand. If he had waited for the black and white chess pieces to come out of his sleeve, I was afraid that the Yin Yang Sword would have penetrated his skull long ago, leaving behind a pool of sticky blood and white flowers.
brain plasma.
Thinking of this, Zi Qi breathed a sigh of relief and showed a last-minute sneer.
Unexpectedly, after fighting with Mi Yu Tianke for most of his life, one of them took him away and left his junior sister alone, while the other one was about to take his own life in the blink of an eye.
Maybe the leader of Mo Chen is in the sky, and he would have been angry when he saw the juniors behaving like this.
Before I could close my eyes, suddenly, I don’t know if it was an hallucination or something, that familiar figure in green clothes was not far away, imitating
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In a blur, he kept approaching the small circle formed by the two of them. Although the disciples of Li Rongshan all wore green clothes and green robes, Linghu Ziqi knew exactly which person each figure and step corresponded to.
Especially the person I've known each other for more than 20 years.
Before he could say hello, he heard Ziqin shout from a distance:
"right!"
Without any time to think, Zi Qi subconsciously dodged to the right, and the Yin Yang Sword suddenly rushed behind Zi Qi. Zi Qi took a deep breath and suddenly came back to his senses, only to see Mr. Ruo attacking in a hurry.
There was no time to protect his whole body, and his left arm without a magic weapon was leaving a big hole.
In the blink of an eye, a black chess piece flew out like lightning, hitting Mr. Ruo Dong right on the heart with all his strength.
Hearing a "bang" sound, Mr. Ruo let go of his long sword and involuntarily took a few steps back. A mouthful of sweet blood suddenly poured out from the corner of his mouth.
The disciples turned around and saw Master Linghu standing a few steps away, his eyes full of terrifying coldness, as if ice filled with hatred was burning in his pupils.
The disciple next to him was walking step by step with his master's fingers tightly intertwined and the coveted white jade flute hung around his waist.
Mr. Ruo raised his sleeves, wiped the remaining blood from the corners of his mouth, and swallowed the blood foam that kept rising in his mouth. Seeing that the disciples had already captured a prisoner of the Linghu family, they also forced the head of Linghu here.
, couldn’t help but sneer:
"Master, you are very capable! Don't you know the rule of 'watching the chess without speaking'?"
"'Watching chess'?" Ziqi narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, "Forgive Qin for being rude. I'm afraid that what you sir want to play is not just the game of chess in front of you, right?"
Ruo Dong was slightly startled and nodded: "Yes. When Dong comes here, he will naturally play a chess game that stretches thousands of miles." At this point, there was a hint of probing in his eyes: "If the leader is willing to reveal the "Fan Ya"
As for the whereabouts of "Collection", we and other visitors from outside the mountain will leave immediately without the master saying anything."
"What happens after that?"
"After that, the feud with Lirong Mountain was wiped out, and West Lake and Dongshan no longer had anything to do with each other."
As if she heard some incredible and strange remarks, Ziqin didn't wait for Mr. Ruo to finish, and finally couldn't help laughing. Looking at Ruo Dong's confused look, Ziqin shook her head and said slowly: "Mo Chenzhang earlier.
I swore an oath in front of Emperor Wenkang, and the emperor of your Wen family said the same thing."
After saying that, a coldness suddenly appeared in his eyes, and there was no room for mercy anymore.
Several disciples from West Lake had already stepped forward, picked up the Yin Yang Sword, and handed it to Mr. Ruo Dong. Ruo Dong crossed the long sword, and the sword head smashed into the ground with a "bang". Mr. Ruo's move
Like a silent order, when the disciples saw him, they immediately lined up in front, and their shining swords surrounded several descendants of Linghu in the center.
If everyone comes together, no matter how talented the disciples of Linghu, the leader of Linghu, are, they will not be able to save a single life.
Just as he was about to take action, a ray of purple light suddenly caught Mr. Ruo's eyes——
The Linghu girl who hadn't seen her for half a year was now inserting the white jade flute into her waist. The white jade flute was sparkling with purple light, faintly revealing the smell of blood from the people who died under the flute.
If the white jade flute can be brought back, it can be regarded as comforting the spirit of head Wen Xian in heaven.
Thinking of this, Mr. Ruo looked slightly gentle, looked at Qing Qing and said, "Do you know where "Fan Ya Ji" is?"
Qingqing raised his eyes coldly: "How can I, Linghu's disciple, know something that even your junior brother doesn't know?" At this point, he had already determined that he would be killed.
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Master's people, even if they are not Ruo Dong himself, are inseparable from the leader of Miyu Tianke. Unexpectedly, Qingqing's words made Ruo Dong's eyes suddenly flash:
"What's wrong with Ling Feng?"
"You..." Qingqing was stuck in the middle of his throat. He just wanted to pick out the most unpleasant and vicious words in the world and put them all on Mr. Xihu. However, Ziqin's discipline was usually very strict. Qingqing quickly said
I searched my mind for a week, but couldn't find a single word.
It was during this moment of hesitation that several Linghu disciples on the side overcame him:
"Sir! Mr. Mo was hanged to death by these Linghu demons in the cave at the foot of the mountain. We all saw it with our own eyes!" After talking about it, his throat became even tighter, and he almost shed tears one by one.
When Qingqing heard this, he felt relieved. He knew in his heart that these disciples from Xihu were all from the right sect. No matter how much they had a grudge against Dongshan, they would not do anything unreasonable. It was just that the master died tragically just a moment ago.
, the corpse is not yet cold, how can there be no reason not to avenge it?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look towards Mr. Ruo. Unexpectedly, Mr. Ruo was also lowering his eyes, looking in the direction of himself and his master:
"Is it you?"
Upon hearing this, Qingqing couldn't help but sneer: "We are no better than Mr. Ruo, who can kill his own General Xihu!" As he said this, he remembered the dying appearance of Brother Kong, and the fire of revenge was instantly felt.
Suddenly the stool overflowed the chest again.
Ruo Dong gritted his teeth and the muscles on his face were twisted. He must have learned that his junior brother was dead and he was eager for revenge. Unexpectedly, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if he was trying his best to drive out the madness in his heart.
Wai. Opened his eyes again, looked at Qingqing and said:
"Hand over the white jade flute now and I'll let you go."
Qingqing fluttered her long eyelashes, as if she didn't understand what he was talking about.
"Maybe Dong will kill you immediately and take the white jade flute away."
After hearing what he said, Qing Qing finally understood the meaning of Mr. Ruo's words. He smiled briskly and uttered two words in his smile:
"dream."
After saying that, he put his hand on the wooden flute and clenched his fingers into a small fist. When Ruo Dong saw this, he knew that the four descendants of Linghu in the field were determined and would not give up even an inch even if they risked their lives.
There was room for the collection of jade flutes. With a hint of regret in his heart, he shouted softly to his disciples:
"kill."
"Kill!" "Kill all the Linghu demons -" shouts suddenly started. Qingqing raised her head and smiled at her master. Qixue didn't know when she returned to Zi Qi, and was firmly held by Zi Qi's arm.
Protecting themselves behind them, they saw white light sword shadows flashing in mid-air. In an instant, the four green-clothed figures were surrounded by the group of black-robed West Lake disciples.
When killing the general like this, Qing Qing didn't even care about his life hanging by a thread. He raised his wooden flute high and made a "peak stone falling" gesture, and instantly nodded towards Ruo Dong's head. Mr. Ruo heard the sound of the wind, but turned around
, and immediately held Qingqing's white jade flute in the air.
Qing Qing stepped on the "Plum Blossom Formation" and immediately turned around with the "Land Breaking Rhinoceros", putting aside the long sword and the wooden flute. The two of them held each other's hands vigorously, one sword and one flute, firmly pressed into the air.
.
A steady stream of internal power was coming from the Yin Yang Sword. Only then did Qing Qing realize that Mr. Ruo's skill was already unfathomable. If he continued to be in a stalemate like this, he would probably be far from his opponent. As he encouraged himself to persevere,
Suddenly, Qingqing's eyes approached Ruo Dong's face and asked sharply:
"Where did your master go?"
Ruo Dong smiled slightly: "The leader is at Lingdeng Cliff at the moment."