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Lincheng Huamo Chapter 82: Name Ye Guangji

King Fengling was really a swordsman, and when he met an opponent who was short but equally matched, he suddenly forgot what Zhong Xihou wanted him to do.

I saw him waving the long sword like a bamboo pole in his hand, throwing out several beautiful sword flowers, and the whistling wind made a loud sound.

The boy in black shook his hand, turned the sword in his hand, and clamped the hilt of the sword tightly with his thumb. He also moved the other four fingers several times. Hearing a roar, he rushed towards the Wind Spirit King, who also greeted him with a silly smile on his face.

Go up.

Unexpectedly, the boy in black jumped up and stepped on the Wind Spirit King's long sword. Then he used his strength and flew far behind the Wind Spirit King. In a flash, he almost disappeared.

The Wind Spirit King looked to the left in the direction where Zhu Yinuo was escaping, and to the right in the direction where the boy in black was leaving. He turned his head a few times like a rattle, and finally pursued the direction in which the boy in black was escaping.

He was holding the sword and babbling non-stop. It was so funny.

The boy in black teased the Wind Spirit King, walking around and leading the idiot to an alley.

The Wind Spirit King saw the boy in black standing motionless at the end of the alley, and then looked at the high wall of more than four feet behind the boy in black, and grinned again.

The boy in black slowly took off the mask of the crying face. The sound was still harsh and unpleasant, but strangely, the voice was extremely cold and arrogant. Hearing him say slowly: "My disabled body has been lingering for a long time, and I have never repaid the Third Young Master for what he has done to me."

Well, if you want to hurt His Highness, and if you don't cooperate, I will retreat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy in black gripped the bright sword with both hands, his eyes suddenly opened angrily, and murderous intent spread throughout the alley.

The Wind Spirit King seemed to feel unusually cold and shivered. He felt the powerful aura suddenly burst out from the boy in black, and his grin became even brighter. However, no matter what, he still couldn't change his stupid look.

"You are also a poor person who is missing three souls and six souls. We will not take your life, but only take away your martial strength. This can be regarded as a sincere expression of our gratitude to Zhong Xihou in the past."

How could the Wind Spirit King understand such sophisticated things? Without further words, he stabbed out with his sword.

I saw Wind Spirit King stabbing out his sword, and all the surrounding air was caught in the tip of the sword, and heard the sound of a sharp arrow breaking through the wind. The boy in black looked carefully and understood the secret of the sword. He was afraid that Wu Yu's sword technique was too powerful.

Among the thousands of troops, Feiyan, who had captured the enemy general's head, returned to his nest at night.

The boy in black held the sharp sword on the side of his right chest with both hands, closed his eyes, and listened to his whisper: "Ru Ge, I haven't joined hands with you for many years, how lonely are you?"

Hearing him murmur, the sword in his hand actually emitted a bright white light. With the next movement, the boy in black suddenly drew a sword with such a wide arc that the entire back of his right arm was exposed to the Wind Spirit King.

When Chi'er saw the flaw left behind after swinging the sword, she was extremely fond of it.

What a pity, what a pity. Since the boy in black claimed to have lived for a century, how could he make such a mistake? When he saw him again, he suddenly swung his sword again, forcibly stopping the inertial trend, and swung his sword again in the opposite direction.

After the sword was swung, Chi'er could see the trick, and saw two sword energy nearly four feet high, crossing and flying towards him.

The Wind Spirit King was not willing to give in, and he became more motivated to fight. He slightly adjusted the direction of the sword tip and stabbed directly at the point where the two sword energies met.

The extreme moves faced each other, sending out waves of ripples of sword energy. In an instant, the dilapidated high walls on both sides of the alley were scarred with wounds from the sword energy, as if the high walls were about to collapse with a slight touch.

The Wind Spirit King quickly retreated to avoid the remaining sword energy. However, he saw the boy in black taking advantage of the situation, holding the sword in one hand and delivering a silent sword.

The Wind Spirit King had no way to retreat, so he was stunned and used his hand to draw the sword.

The palm of Puye was about to touch the bright sword, but when he heard a phoenix cry, the boy in black suddenly retracted his move, opened his arms like a swallow returning to its nest and glided backwards for several feet. Then, he held the sword horizontally in front of him to resist a burst of explosions.

The lingering power afterward.

When the smoke dissipated, I looked at the ground. Where I was originally, there was a purple flying arrow. Looking at the cracks in the floor tiles, I saw that it was still a flying arrow with three edges.

Listening to the voice, another cynical master came.

"Silly tall guy, without you Brother Hua, your hands would have been ground into pulp. Next time you use your hands to pick up knives and swords, Brother Hua will tie you up and let the sand fox lick your big, smelly pussy.

's feet."

When the Wind Spirit King heard the voice, his stupid face actually frowned and pouted, looking unhappy.

After not much words, there was another eagle cry, and another arrow flew.

The boy in black saw clearly that what was flying towards him was really a goshawk. He moved like a monkey, dodging to one side, and when he jumped up, he did not forget to turn around and extend a sword.

I saw only two breaths, one white and one dark green, which offset each other and sent out waves of ripples.

Looking back, I saw that a hole had been drilled into the four-foot-high wall. The hole was as big as a human head and round. There were no broken bricks around the circle, which showed the work done by the intruder.

"Ruge, are you excited?" The boy in black whispered again, and the sharp sword emitted a white light again, as if in response.

The person who came here saw it clearly, and there was such a flavor in his tone. He heard him say: "Oh, it turns out that the Ruge Sword is in the hands of a dwarf like you."

As soon as he heard the word "dwarf", the boy in black became angry and refused to give in. He turned from defense to offense, stretched out a sword, passed the Wind Spirit King and stabbed the purple-clothed bowman who was halfway through.

The purple-robed bowman was naturally Hua Shaohong. He grabbed a rooster and went back to the house to tease Qu Tianqin. When he heard about it, the Wind Spirit King chased him out without thinking. Not only was he worried, he dropped the rooster and chased after him with his bow and arrows on his back.

Hua Shaohong grinned. This smile was different from the foolish and foolish look of the Wind Spirit King. Instead, it had an evil charm.

I saw him flipping the bow with the carved phoenix pattern on his left hand, and buckling the bowstring on the wrist guard of his left hand. His right hand was not idle, and he took out an ice-blue arrow from the arrow basket behind his back with a six-edged barb.

The sword was pointed at the boy in black.

But it's strange, looking at Hua Shaohong's skills, he is obviously second-rate, but the boy in black presses forward step by step, and Hua Shaohong can find an opening to slip away every time.

The two fought for a while, and the Wind Spirit King was not happy anymore. He waved his long sword and made noises and charged again.

Came over.

How could Hua Shaohong let the boy in black have some free time? He also stabbed him with an arrow.

The face of the boy in black did not change. The bright sword named Ruge in his right hand faced Hua Shao's red ice-blue flying arrow. He waved his left hand lightly and saw a black wind coming out of his sleeves. He only heard "click"

"With a sound, the stick-like sword in Wind Spirit King's hand immediately broke into two pieces.

While Hua Shaohong was wondering and lost her mind, the boy in black kicked out and hit Hua Shaohong hard on the chest, sending her thin body flying two or three feet away.

Hua Shaohong kept rubbing her chest and cursing in her heart. How could this damn dwarf have such strength?

Looking at the left hand of the boy in black, he finally understood. He was standing between him and the Wind Spirit King, holding the Ruge Sword as bright as snow in his right hand, and a short sword with gold patterns on a black background in his left hand.

This dagger was extremely sinister, and it constantly emitted streams of black smoke from its blade.

Hua Shaohong kept thinking and finally understood which sword it was based on its characteristics.

Hua Shaohong's right hand suddenly sucked in, and the purple flying arrow on the ground and the dark green flying arrow that penetrated the back wall flew towards Hua Shaohong. When the position was close, the strength in his hand disappeared, and he stretched out his hand to grab it.

Two flying arrows were also caught in his hands.

He asked: "Is this the Black Mountain Fenghe?"

The boy in black didn't answer. He frowned and stared at Hua Shaohong, wondering why Hua Shaohong knew Baiyun Fairy's skills?

Hua Shaohong, a talkative little person, didn't answer anyone, and he didn't feel depressed either. He put the three arrows back into the arrow basket on his back, and pulled out a snow-white flying arrow from the arrow basket. He then swung the bow with his left hand, nocked the arrow and pulled it.

String, aiming at the boy in black.

"You, a little dwarf, use something from Yinshan as your trump card. It's really dirty."

"Whether the things in Yinshan are dirty or not, it's not the turn for you, a young bastard, to intervene."

After saying that, I saw the boy in black with two long and short black and white swords crossed in front of him. The short sword in his left hand was continuously emitting black energy, and the long sword in his right hand seemed to be induced, emitting bursts of white light.

The black smoke and white light intersect and entwine each other, making it look holy but evil.

Goodbye, the boy in black held his sword to the right, then suddenly swung the sword and roared loudly, his voice was still harsh, indeed he was hoarse, and shouted: "My name is Ye Guangji!"

I saw a ball of black air flying toward Hua Shaohong with a faint white light. This frightened Hua Shaohong and cursed: "Damn it, another immortal cultivator!"

After saying that, he shot the white flying arrow and ducked to one side. The white light and black energy came closer. He could vaguely see two beasts in the black energy and white light, but their appearance was blurry.

He thought he had dodged this move, but unexpectedly, the remaining force was unstoppable. Hua Shaohong was slammed into the wall, and his whole body ached, as if all 206 bones in his body had been smashed.

At the same time, I heard the "clang" sound of metal falling to the ground. I looked at the ground and saw that my white arrow had been broken into two pieces. I couldn't help but curse in my heart.

When the Wind Spirit King saw his brother Hua being bullied, he didn't want to and came forward holding a broken wooden stick and sword.

This time, his whole body was filled with sword energy, as if gods and Buddhas were unstoppable, and he was also like a moving wall of copper and iron.

The boy in black just swung the sword, and his body was obviously still a little stiff. He dodged slightly, but was still stabbed in the left shoulder by the broken sword.

The boy in black also kicked him, and the Wind Spirit King was kicked back more than ten steps. He also used the force to fly back four to five feet.

I saw him wave his left hand again and take back the short sword, Black Mountain Fenghe, which exuded a thick black aura.

Only "whoosh", "whoosh" and "whoosh" were heard, thirteen sounds in total, and behind the boy in black appeared thirteen masked swordsmen in green clothes holding long swords.

Hua Shaohong reluctantly broke free from the wall and retreated to the Wind Spirit King. He then pulled out a flying arrow with a red body and a triangular blade from the arrow basket, aimed at the crowd and shot it. He saw a strong black and red wind following the flying arrow.

Shooting at everyone, the flying arrow turned into a red-feathered ghost phoenix, screaming and flying towards a group of swordsmen in blue.

The swordsmen in green all drew their swords in unison, and their movements were as orderly as if they were one person. The sword formation was like "the wind is blowing and the clouds are flying."

After blocking the flying arrow, he looked back at the alley and saw that Hua Shaohong and Wind Spirit King were nowhere to be seen.

The leading swordsman in Tsing Yi stepped forward to support the boy in black, and made a swordsman in Tsing Yi, who was slightly thinner, take a few strides and pick up the crying face mask from under the high wall with a round hole.

The man returned to the boy in black, knelt on one knee, and held up the mask with both hands.

The boy in black put the bright snow-like long sword Ruge in his hand back into the dark scabbard on his back, grabbed the visor with his right hand, and slowly put it on.

The leader of the swordsman in green asked for instructions: "Do we want to pursue these two people?"

"No need, let's go back to Yi Shuihan first."

As soon as he finished speaking, all fourteen of them disappeared without a trace and their whereabouts were unknown.

After a moment of silence, a beggar in tattered and dirty clothes crawled out from a corner. He picked up the complete red flying arrow on the ground and was about to pick up the red and white arrow that had been broken into two pieces.

Flying Arrow, only to find someone standing behind Flying Arrow.

When he looked up, he saw that it was one of the swordsmen in green who had left earlier. He was so frightened that he was unsteady on his feet, retreated and fell to the ground.

The swordsman in green who turned back thrust out his sword, and his miserable life ended.

When he was alive, his body was taken care of by others, and after his death, no one collected his body, turning him into a nameless ghost in a mass grave.

Let's talk about the Jinling Palace. The old Dragon King's blood surged and he slammed the table hard.

It can be considered that the old prince was sensible and did not make things difficult for Yan Hude. He just showed a fierce look in his eyes and asked him to go back and tell Zhong Xihou that if he did not leave Lincheng within three days, he would be killed!

Uncle Yan returned to the palace and heard from the guards that the young prince had sneaked out and was assassinated. He also quickened his pace and went to see the old prince. After entering the old prince's teahouse, he saw a group of swordsmen in blue and white clothes smiling up at the sky.

Clothes and tears are silent.

Looking at Silent Tears again, his left shoulder in black clothes was a little bright red, probably because he had shed a lot of blood, and his overall aura was somewhat disordered and had not yet recovered, so he realized how thrilling the battle just now was.

He stood in the center of the teahouse, slightly bent, and bowed in salute.

The old prince blew his beard and stared,

Everyone naturally understood that he was not angry at the people in the teahouse. They heard his strong voice and said angrily: "This Western barbarian can leave, this guy who injured Yinuo and this guy who shot the arrow..."

I saw the old prince crushing a glass cup with his right hand, and the meaning was very clear.

Uncle Yan looked at the flying arrows on the table that were intact and broken into two parts, but he knelt on the ground with a "plop", which made the old prince and the swordsmen strangely puzzled.

I heard Uncle Yan explain: "My lord, this bowman is probably from the Hua family."

Although the old prince was angry, he was not an ignorant person. If he were an ignorant person, he would not have been able to dominate the Daye Dynasty for decades and still be called a sleeping dragon when he was old.

People from the Hua family are ridiculous. Eight hundred years have passed and the Daye Dynasty still cares about whether this person is a member of the Hua family.

Uncle Yan clapped his hands and signaled the leading swordsman in green to come over. The swordsman in green walked lightly and arrived beside Uncle Yan in a few steps. He then heard Uncle Yan say: "Ye Yuan, go find the painter and draw the portrait of the bowman.

Then send it to the Hua family in person. Report to the master of the Hua family that his disciples committed murder wantonly and almost killed my young prince in Lincheng."

The swordsman in green cupped his fists and saluted without making a sound. He was about to go out when he heard the old prince add: "Just tell the old man from the Hua family that his evil son almost killed me, the heir apparent of the Zhu family!"

Everyone was shocked, but within a few seconds, except Uncle Yan, all the swordsmen knelt down on one knee and said in unison: "The last general is willing to go through fire and water for His Royal Highness, no matter life or death!"

The swordsman in green then stood up and saluted the old prince again with his fists raised. The old prince's breath gradually calmed down. Uncle Yan's look made all the swordsmen understand, and the three of them filed out of the tea hall.

Just as the boy in black and white was about to cross the threshold, Uncle Yan called out to the boy in black.

"Guangji, you stay."

The boy in white turned his head and looked at the boy in black. He saw the boy in black nodded, and then took off the white sword Ruge inserted in the black scabbard behind him and handed it to the boy in white. After Yangtian smiled and left the tea hall, the boy in black

It was also Zhiqu who closed the door.

Everyone had left, and only the old prince and Uncle Yan were left in the teahouse, crying silently.

Seeing that the color of the tea in the pot was almost gone, Uncle Yan poured out the tea residue and cleaned the teapot. He then used a tea spoon to remove the tea leaves from the porcelain jar, poured in hot water, and poured in the tea soup, again in a skillful and orderly manner.

He poured hot water into it, shook it a few times, took a new glass cup, filled a cup for the old prince, and handed it over.

The old prince took a slight sip, and the rise and fall of his chest gradually subsided.

Uncle Yan filled another glass for Lei Wusheng and took a sip as well, and then asked: "Guangji, can your body and bones still bear the pain?"

"Xiao Yanzi is joking. This body is not what it should be. It has not shown any growth in decades. It is a blessing in disguise. It is like a descendant of the seventeen or eighteen."

After hearing this joke and laughing at himself, the old prince also relaxed his mood and made a small joke, saying: "When I saw you fifty years ago, you looked petite and cute, I thought you were a lost baby from your parents, so Old Yantou

I kept him by my side, and after two or three years, there was no change, so you kid revealed what happened. In the blink of an eye, Lao Yantou and I were both people with one foot in the coffin, and you still looked like a child. I don’t know what to do.

To make people feel emotional or to make people jealous."

Uncle Yan was happy when he heard this, and he also lamented the past and said: "Your Majesty, speaking of that, with you holding the sword of King Guan in your hand, no one dared to respond in front of the two armies. I am getting old."

However, the old prince rolled his eyes at Uncle Yan, snorted, drank the tea soup in the cup in one gulp, relaxed his breath, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and said: "You are so embarrassed, kid. In the past, you followed my third brother into battle, and you still...

It’s not like I was so frightened by Beiqi’s cavalry that I peed my pants.”

"Where? It's nothing. Your Majesty, just listen to His Highness the Third Highness without any obstruction. The Third Highness, he..."

When Uncle Yan finished talking about this, he stopped talking.

When the old prince looked at it, he smiled bitterly, waved his hands, and said: "You are already in your seventies or eighties, how can you still have so many scruples? Alas, my third brother, I am so ashamed of him. God doesn't want to see me again.

The Zhu family fought against each other for the hereditary throne, causing all three of my sons to die on the battlefields of the two realms, but the evil was blamed on my innocent grandson."

Uncle Yan was about to speak with tears but stopped. The old prince waved his hand again. This time he stopped the touching topic and turned to ask with concern and tears: "Guangji, your injury is nothing."

hinder?"

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am not very good at cultivation, so I am afraid that I will not be able to hold the sword for a while. Your Majesty, will you recall His Highness the Crown Prince?"

The old prince shook his head, but Uncle Yan spoke for the old prince, saying: "His Royal Highness will rush back immediately when he hears that the young prince is seriously injured, but the master-in-law must not reveal the news."

Tears listened silently and nodded, but then he slammed his clenched fists on the tea table.

"It's because I'm incompetent and can't bear the disaster for the Mo family."

The old prince slowly exhaled again, and Uncle Yan filled another cup of tea for him. He saw the old prince slowly taking a sip and listened to him say: "Is it a blessing or a curse? The struggle between man and nature is unavoidable. By the way.

, is there any news about the swordsman who came to the palace with Zhong Xihou?"

Uncle Yan shook his head and said: "There is really no trace of Linghu Changkong. If he can be returned to Yi Shuihan, the Moh family will indeed have hope."

"Guangji, are you ready to smile up at the sky?"

Tears silently shook his head and said: "Ruge still doesn't want to recognize his master. Black Mountain Fenghe's anger has not been resolved, and the time has not come yet."

"Then there's no need to wait any longer. It seems that Yang Tianxiao is indeed not from Yinshan."

"Prince, Xiaoyanzi, Guangji has someone in mind."

"Oh, Guangji, tell me."

"Could Baiyun Cang Gou be responsible for the great calamity of the Mo family?"

"The white cloud dog is not..."

Before the old prince finished speaking, he and Uncle Yan looked at each other and understood.

Aren’t the descendants of Fairy Baiyun, who was ranked third in the Qingfeng List in the past, the Ghost Controller of Muhan Tower, Ying Ruge?


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