The wind outside Daliang City was so noisy that the faint pottery xun played by Wuming was blown into pieces.
Lu Yan stood on the top of a tree, watching Wuming and Yan Lu's carriage gradually turn into a speck, and then disappear completely.
After more than six hundred days, Lu Yan finally got rid of the days of confinement and hard training, but when the moment came, he was still a little sad.
Wu Ming was going to a very secret place to pick up a very secret thing, so he left Daliang with Yan Lu.
"Your internal strength is magnificent and extremely strong. In terms of the depth and lethality of your internal strength, it is inferior even to the top martial arts in the world. In addition, your mental state is fearless, fearless, and has no regrets. You already have the world.
I have nothing left to teach you about the ability to protect yourself in the world of martial arts."
Wuming held Xiaoyan Lu's hand and turned to face the vast horizon.
"People's lives have their own stages, and your state of mind determines your behavior. There is a fire burning in your heart, and following me is not suitable for you. Goodbye, Lu Yan."
"Lu Yan, see you later."
Xiaoyan Lu bowed respectfully to Lu Yan, just like when the two met for the first time, but the separation came so suddenly.
Lu Yan shook these somewhat sad words and pictures out of his mind.
"System, sign in."
"Sign in today and clock in for 17 days."
Lu Yan has recovered from the mental weakness caused by the swordsmanship training. These days, he has been paying attention to the news about the Armor Sect in Daliang City. Although he only knows some superficial gossip, there is one thing that is worth gratifying.
He already knew the person who did it. He was a man named Wei Yong, Sikong of Wei State.
Because Wei Yong's reputation among the people was really bad, and most of the armored men were strong-willed, loyal men with a high reputation for serving the country. Therefore, Wei Yong's attempt to seize the command of Wei's soldiers caused an uproar in Daliang.
The messenger Wei Yong was secretly poked and cursed by many people in Daliang.
Lu Yan could only sigh with emotion. As expected of the damn aristocratic era, his reputation was so bad that he could still be the Sikong of the dynasty.
He packed his luggage, carrying a red lotus sword that was almost half his height on his back, and a short sword on his waist, and set out on his way back to Daliang City. He was going to the Armor Gate to find Mei Sanniang. p>
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"Ha!"
The heroic shouts of an old man with white beard and hair stirred up endless wild sand on the dark red earth. His clothes were torn, revealing his lean chest. The rocks and earth were shattered between his steps, and his fists danced to cut through iron and steel.
And beside him lay dozens of disciples, all wearing the same clothes and having the same wounds - killed by a single blow from a special sword!
"Xuanjian! Die!"
The old man looked up to the sky and roared again, and the rolling air waves rushed towards the swordsman holding the black and white swords.
Xuanjian bowed his body, his hawk-like eyes were unwavering, and while he was moving around, his two swords kept slashing towards the old man on the opposite side.
Dangdangdang~
Although the old man's momentum was overwhelming, with roaring tigers in the mountains and forests between the opening and closing, and swallowing up the power of the world, it was a pity that he was still unable to cause fatal damage to Xuanjian. On the contrary, Xuanjian's sword energy kept hitting him with clanging sounds.
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The old man's breath was a little weak. He stopped for a moment, took a breath and pretended to be nonchalant. Xuanjian's sharp eyes flashed, and he quickly stepped forward, the deadly edges of his swords entwining.
"Rat! Die!"
Xuanjian seized the flaw and was about to kill him with one blow. He didn't expect that the old man's breath was just to cause this scene of mutual death.
The black sword stabbed the old man's throat, the frictional fire splashed, the old man's iron fist nailed the back of Xuan Jian's neck, and time became long at this moment——
Ding~
The old man's fist was hit, but it hit the blade of the white sword. With unparalleled strength, he smashed the sword into Xuanjian's shoulder, and the blood was stained red.
"Xuanjian, die——"
The black sword that could not advance even an inch actually penetrated his throat at this critical moment. After all, this "death" still did not come out.
His body fell heavily to the ground. Xuanjian had no expression on his face as he pulled out the black sword, turned around and disappeared. There was only splattered blood, and he was still cruelly telling what had just happened.
"Master——"
"Master——"
I don't know how long it took, but several teams of people under the banner of "Armor Gate" were searching around and finally discovered the tragic situation here.
"Brother Ceremony! Master, he——"
The man with tearful eyes burst into tears and knelt down in front of a majestic man who was blindfolded.
"Master, what's wrong with him?"
"He, he is dead!"
Dianqing straightened his body. His towering body was more than half taller than everyone present. He grabbed the man's shirt,
"What did you say!"
The man didn't respond at all, but his violently trembling body and the way he communicated through tears silently answered the ceremony.
Jianqing walked step by step, tremblingly, in the direction of the corpse.
Phew——ba~
Everyone gathered here when they heard the signal. The old man who had fought against Xuan Jian before was lying on a flat flag with a bloody "Wei" character on it.
"Master!"
This cry came from a woman who was riding a galloping horse. She turned over and fell off the horse before the horse could stop. She rolled and crawled down in front of the old man.
"Master..."
"Sanniang~"
Dianqing opened his mouth to her, but he didn't know how to comfort her. For a while, there was only Sanniang's intermittent sobs, entangled in the drifting wind, and the flags were still waving in the wind.
"Huh?"
Lu Yan heard a signal from a distance, and the exploding fire in the sky told him that something must have happened in that direction. So he walked in the direction of the signal, and saw a group of people kneeling on the ground, howling or sobbing. Is this? Someone died?
Lu Yan's appearance instantly aroused the alert of this group of people. Although they were immersed in grief, they quickly formed a queue and took up weapons to target the stranger Lu Yan.
"Who!"
Looking at them as if they were facing a formidable enemy, Lu Yan knew that something must have happened just now, and everyone was nervous. He greeted them with a salute to show that he meant no harm.
He was about to say something, but he saw that the crying woman surrounded by the crowd looked very familiar.
"Sanniang?!"
Lu Yan spoke in surprise, feeling mixed with joy and confusion.
"You are Mr. Lu!"
Mei Sanniang heard someone calling her name, and turned around to see Lu Yan, who was on guard against everyone. She had not seen him in nearly two years, and she almost didn't recognize him.
When people around saw that Sanniang and Lu Yan knew each other, they also lowered their guard a little.
"Master Lu, I never thought we would meet in this situation."
"Sanniang, what is happening?"
Lu Yan hesitated a little, knowing that he was poking at someone's sadness.
"Master, he was assassinated. The wound was from the Eight Swords of the King of Yue, Black and White Xuanjian."
Although Sanniang's mood was a little excited when she talked about Black and White Xuanjian, it was not violent. On the contrary, her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were blood red at the next sentence.
"Master's steel and iron bones have no flaws. Xuanjian alone cannot penetrate Master's defense. It must be that villain King Wei who killed Master!"
What happened to King Wei here? King Wei killed the leader of the Armored Sect? Isn’t this operation too stupid?
"Sanniang, wake up!"
Lu Yan saw that Mei Sanniang's emotions were bursting with hatred, anger, and grief. Her mental state was extremely unstable. He held her shoulders and shouted with inner strength to calm her down a little.
"Sir, I'm sorry~"
After calming down, Mei Sanniang's mood instantly dropped. She lowered her head and her disheveled hair covered her face, making her expression unclear.
"Sanniang, my master has passed away and the army cannot be left without someone to take charge. I will go first."
Dianqing hid his grief in his heart and came to bid farewell to Sanniang. The sect has Sanniang to deal with, so there is no need to worry, but the Pijia Sect is not just a martial arts sect after all. After the death of the master, there are many things in the army that need to be dealt with urgently.
"In the army, in the army! Do you really want to be loyal to that despicable guy Wei Yu?!"
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