Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

A touch of blue water and clouds finally turned into a sad place.

Just when Xie Xueyi was about to move, suddenly, Wen Shumei behind him made a move and struck with a fierce palm, knocking Xie Xueyi away.

puff!

Looking again under the cold moon, where can I find any plum blossoms? The figure in front of him suddenly changed, and a strange woman in black clothes, black skirt, and black stockings appeared.

"Speechless, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely phoenix tree locked deep in the courtyard locked in the autumn. It kept cutting, and it was still messy. It was the sorrow of separation, and the feeling of separation was still in my heart."

The woman recited the most familiar verses of Xie Xueyi, but her murderous intent was like a frenzy, pushing towards Xie Xueyi step by step.

The unfamiliar face and familiar voice caused Xue Yi to feel severe pain in her body and her heart was shaken.

"What is your relationship with Wen Shumei?"

"Hehehe, there is no plum blossom in the world, only the goddess of death Anji."

"It turns out everything was an illusion."

"Can you do it to the unforgettable Bacai Ruhe?"

"drink!"

A sword clears the mind, and the famous striker comes out again, Xie Xueyi takes the lead in stabbing the goddess Leng Ji.

"Shu Juan is shocked!"

"Dead Desert Lianfengxue!"

From encounter to death, from deception to recognition, maybe a happy fight is more in line with Xue Xueyi's feelings at this time, at least it won't be as heartbreaking as it is now.

The fierce and ruthless duel is like never knowing each other before.

"It's over, Tianbuliuxinglanting!"

"The solitary sound of death is heard by Yaksha!"

The sword light from the sky, the huge ghostly aura, the feud was difficult, and they were filled with grief and anger. The two of them each used their unique moves, and they did not hold back in their attacks.

boom!

The light of the sword cuts through the spirit of ghosts, and the sword cuts off friendship.

The two of them passed by each other, and Xue Yi heard a miserable scream behind him. He didn't look back, there was no need to look back.

The moon is like a hook.

It's dark at night in Youxiantai.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, and a ghostly figure floated across the oiran's room, secretly attacking the sleeping Liu Mudan.

"Your value has been exhausted. If you stay any longer, you will only do bad things. Die!"

Shen's palm was about to fall, and suddenly, a bright sword light flew in from the window, piercing the black mask of the sneak attacker.

The sneak attacker knew that he had been tricked and retreated quickly. Unexpectedly, someone was waiting for him by the lakeside.

"Son of Qingsui Buddha, it is indeed you."

The sneak attacker took off the torn black cloth of his mask, revealing the face of a dignified Buddha. He was none other than Qingsui Buddha, one of the four Zen heavens in the Xihuang Buddhist world.

"Xue Yi, why are you here?"

"Are you talking about how come the goddess Leng Ji didn't keep me?"

Waiting by the lake is Xue Yi, who has returned from Wen Shumei's former residence, and the person who stopped Qing Sui Fozi from committing the crime is Gusu Huanjian. In addition to the two of them, Liu Mudan, who is sleeping soundly, also walks out accompanied by Gongzi Xiaona. .

"So this is your layout."

"Of course."

"How could you suspect me?"

Xie Xueyi said calmly: "Someone reminded me, so I will leave Youxiantai tonight to give you an opportunity."

"So what? You are all going to die tonight."

Qingsuifuzi, whose true identity was revealed, felt confident and confident.

Gusu returned the sword and advanced step by step, raising his sword, and said in a loud voice: "It's really a duck with a tough mouth. I want to see if you kill us, or if we chop you into pieces and confess your sins to your Buddha." Come on, drink!”

"kill!"

"Killing is a piece of cake!" Gusu returned the sword and performed the Wu Geng Broken Sword technique. Qing followed the Buddha and waved the Lantian jade bowl. There was a huge ghost energy hidden in the Buddhist skills, which was powerful enough to shake Gusu's return of the sword.

"Ghost Trek, go!"

When Fu Zi's ghost skills were fully unleashed, his sword intent suddenly became tense, and the two of them actually fought to an even score.

"Do you want to kill me like this? The three great swordsmen of the Sword Clan are just talking nonsense."

"You, in the eyes of the three sharp swordsmen of the Sword Clan, you are really not good enough."

As soon as the swordsman made a move, all the bright moon disks were projected on the sword's edge. At the same time, a burst of tragic chanting sounded, the strong man was filled with hatred and the young master was sad, which made the night feel desolate.

The ghost energy is instantly restrained, and the green Buddha is like the mist of the falling moon, the mournful chapter of the sword, and death is imminent.

"what!"

Just when Qingsuifuzi was seriously injured and dying, suddenly, he saw several huge ghostly auras coming in an instant.

The white crane soared into the sky, and Xue Yi, who was watching, swayed and stopped three strange ghosts.

"You guys are indeed here."

The leader has twisted and ferocious features, no eyes, and only a large sunken hole in the eye. His hands are full of swollen warts and malignant carbuncles. His left hand holds a rattle used by children, and he carries a terrifying bamboo cage behind his back.

The face without facial features turned to Xie Xueyi and said pitifully: "I'm looking for my daughter, have you seen her?"

"Ok?"

"Give me my good daughter back and kill her!"

Amid the cold shouts, the man raised the rattle in his hand and instantly turned into a sinister and murderous spirit.

At the same time, a young girl suddenly flew out from the basket behind him, dressed in bright red blood clothes, and used more ruthless moves to kill Xue Yi.

Xie Xueyi didn't dare to underestimate him. He opened his sword and faced it calmly.

"Night Devil Hand!"

"kill!"

"Shu Juan is shocked and alone, Danqing Yufenghe!"

Tie up the snow clothes and use one-on-two to draw the sword calmly. The unique Confucian footwork, combined with the Bihe Qijian, does not fall behind in the slightest.

Tonight, the layout of the ghost clan was originally led by the goddess of death, Xie Xueyi, Qing followed the Buddha to kill people, took away Shanshui Lang in three great tremors, and was resurrected to take revenge.

Unexpectedly, Xue Yi ruthlessly killed the goddess of death and rushed back to Yusendai to help.

At this time, the ghost hand dismemberment and Xie Xueyi fought fiercely. Another ghost carrying a skull-shaped bird-shaped sword stepped into the battle between Gusu Huanjian and Qing Sui Fozi, and replaced Qing Sui Fozi with a sword.

In the past, the Sword Clan was at war with the Ghost Clan, and seven hundred people of the Sword Clan were massacred in three great wars.

Gusu returned his sword and saw his enemy again. His eyes turned blood red and he shouted angrily: "Cuye Buzzard, you came just in time. You will pay for the lives of the innocent people of the Sword Clan tonight!"

"Do you want to settle a blood feud? I'll accompany you."

"Aton for your sins!"

"You have a plan, and the ghost prison also has tricks. In the end, you still rely on your strength to speak. You can't avenge this."

The two sides immediately faced each other with swords. The swords were like a long song, and the swords were like a frenzy. In the blink of an eye, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered.

On the other side, amidst the horrifying screams, two axes with flying chains hit Young Master Xiaona and Liu Mudan respectively.

When Liu Mudanhuo saw that the monster attacking him was a monster that was neither human nor ghost, with only half of its bloody head left, it was screaming and wielding two axes fiercely, she couldn't help but fall to the ground in fright.

The young master smiled and saw that something was not good, he opened his palms quickly, and swept two Confucian-style energy towards the flying axes, blocking this heavy attack.

The person who came was none other than the head-slamming boy who was one of the Three Great Thrillers. He held a sickle and ax and struck the young master hard, never leaving the vital points.

Although Young Master Xiaona had some heretical ideas, his basic skills were average, and he had to take into account the safety of Liu Mudan. After a few moves, he was already in danger.

"Come die!"

Just when Guixie was showing off his evil ways and the lives of Young Master Xiaona and Liu Mudan were in danger, a powerful palm strike struck the back garden of Youxiantai.

Not only was the skull-cracking boy instantly killed by the wind of his palm, but the ghost-hand dismemberment and Curse Night buzzard were also knocked back at the same time.

(I haven’t updated in two days, so I can only apologize... I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to be a eunuch anyway. Happy New Year to fellow Taoists!) (End of this chapter)