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Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng exchanged a glance, and the zither and flute simultaneously played a long, mournful note, startling the roosting birds from their nests, whose fluttering wings blocked out half of the moon.

"He's a spy from Songshan."

Liu Zhengfeng turned the jade flute in a circle between his fingers. When the cold light flashed, the sword in the flute had already been unsheathed for three inches: "Even though Fei Bin is defeated, Zuo Lengchan will never give up."

Qu Yang pressed the strings with his five fingers and sneered, "It has been a long time since my 'Black Blood Needle' drank human blood."

A piece of soft black gold armor was faintly visible under the black clothes, and the sound of the armor pieces colliding was perfectly integrated with the sound of the piano.

Yi Huawei glanced and saw that half of his little finger on his right hand was missing, and the wound was as smooth as a mirror - it was the old wound left by the fight with Master Fang Zheng.

Qu Feiyan suddenly chuckled: "Grandpa Liu just retired from the underworld. Isn't it unlucky to see blood now?" With a flick of her jade wrist, the black gold whip came out like a spirit snake, and it swept up the night owl on the pine branch five feet away. Before the beast could struggle, the whip's energy had already shattered its heart.

"What a great 'Spiritual Snake Appears Three Times'!" Liu Zhengfeng clapped his hands and praised: "Yan'er's skills are even more tricky than Yingying's."

As he spoke, a jade bottle slipped out of his sleeve, and he flicked his fingers to sprinkle the powder into the night sky. The powder ignited when it met the wind, and turned into green phosphorus ghost fire that floated around, reflecting the three people's faces in a grim manner.

Yi Huawei's nose twitched slightly and he smelled the "Nine Nether Phosphorus" from Lingnan's "Hundred Poison Sect".

This substance kills the throat immediately upon contact with blood, but it needs to be mixed with wine to be toxic. I guess Liu Zhengfeng has already tampered with it at the Jin Pen Retirement Banquet. He sighed inwardly that the methods of the famous and upright sects are sometimes more sinister than those of the Demon Sect.

The sound of the piano suddenly turned sad, like a resentful woman crying at night.

Qu Yang closed his eyes and chanted: "Everyone knows that being an immortal is good, but fame and fortune are unforgettable..."

Withered fingers plucked and twisted the broken strings of the zither, and he played a complete song with six strings. Liu Zhengfeng continued: "Where are the generals and ministers of the past and present? Their graves are covered with grass."

The flute sounded mournful, startling the wild dogs on the mountain and causing them to bark.

Qu Feiyan untied the wine gourd from her waist and drank from it. The amber wine flowed down her snow-white neck and into her collar. She suddenly threw the wine gourd to the piano platform. Qu Yang caught it with his backhand without even raising his head. When he finished drinking and threw it back, the gourd had already turned into powder under the internal force of the two.

"happy!"

The old man's black robe fluttered, shattering the rubble within three feet of his body. "Brother Liu, do you know why I must play with you tonight?" Without waiting for an answer, he took out a yellowed music score from his arms and said, "This authentic copy of Guangling San should go to hell with my soulmate."

Liu Zhengfeng played the flute and laughed, but his laughter was choked with sobs: "Brother Qu, Brother Qu, do you think Liu is a coward?" Suddenly, he put his fingers together like a sword and cut a bloody wound on his left arm, "God, Liu and Brother Qu..."

Before he could finish his words, Qu Yang grabbed his wrist and said, "Why swear? The stars in the sky are all witnesses."

Yi Huawei saw clearly in the dark that the blood flowing from Liu Zhengfeng's wound was light golden in color - clearly the sign of the Hengshan School's "Golden Goose Kung Fu" reaching its peak. No wonder Fei Bin in the original text was caught by Liu Zhengfeng because he was not careful enough. It seems that when he retired from the underworld today, he had already made up his mind to die and put all his life's skills into one moment.

The mountain wind blew suddenly, carrying the smell of blood. Yi Huawei's pupils shrank slightly, and he saw a large number of jackdaws startled from the treetops in the southwest. He knew that the pursuers were within three miles, so he quietly drew out the soft sword from his waist. The sword reflected the cold moon and stars, like a pool of autumn water condensed in his palm.

Five men in black came up from the low slope on the west side, their broadswords wrapped in black anti-glare cloth, exactly the attire of night travelers. The leader's left shoulder sank slightly when he touched the ground with his toes - it was obvious that the wound he was hit by Yi Huawei during the day had not healed yet.

Qu Feiyan was so scared that she crawled into her grandfather's arms, and her sharp words just now turned into soft sobs.

Liu Zhengfeng held the jade flute across his chest and a short sword about a foot long slipped out from his sleeve, the edge of the sword appearing mottled in the moonlight.

"Elder Qu, how are you?" The leader of the men in black asked sinisterly, his deliberately low voice startling more birds: "Alliance Leader Zuo invites you to Songshan..."

Before he finished speaking, Qu Yang suddenly picked up the Yaoqin and swept it across. The body of the qin cracked with a "crack", and dozens of rusty iron nails flew out like a rainstorm - they turned out to be ordinary hidden weapons hidden in the interlayer of the qin's belly. The man in black swung his knife to block, sparks flew, and Liu Zhengfeng dragged Qu Yang and his grandson back in a hurry.

The black cloak on Qu Yang's shoulders was torn into several cracks by thorns, revealing the soft black gold armor inside. The armor plates rose and fell with his rapid breathing, making a tiny clanging sound that unexpectedly matched the lingering sound of the broken zither in his arms.

"call out!"

Five bone-piercing nails passed by Liu Zhengfeng's ears and were driven into the old pine tree behind him. The bark instantly turned purple and oozing with smelly juice - the hidden weapons were obviously fed with the poison of the Mobei wolf spider.

Qu Feiyan swung the black gold whip with her backhand, and the ruby ​​on the whip tip smashed the bluestone three feet away, and the broken stones fell like rain, forcing the two men in black to retreat quickly. The girl tapped the ground with her toes, and the silver bell on her waist suddenly rang, startling the night owl to flap its wings, but its body paused slightly when it took off.

"Yan'er, be careful!"

Qu Yang plucked the zither with his dry fingers, and the last seven iron nails in the zither were ejected. The sound of hidden weapons breaking through the air was wrapped in the sobbing flute sound, which was like a variation of the "sword breaking the formation" in "Guangling San".

The man in black swung his knife to block, and the blade collided with the iron nails, flying sparks and illuminating the dark blue tattoo under the scarf.

Liu Zhengfeng turned his jade flute horizontally, and a three-foot green light suddenly spurted out from the hole of the flute. Where the sword passed, three pine trees as thick as bowls were broken at the waist, and the cuts were as smooth as a mirror. It was the ninth move of the Hengshan unique skill "Returning Wind Falling Wild Goose Sword" "Wild Goose Cutting Hengyang".

The waning moon cast mottled light through the treetops, making the wound on his arm glow strangely, and the light golden blood actually formed goose feather patterns under the skin.

"boom!"

Qu Feiyan was knocked away by a palm strike, her back hitting the rock wall, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth. The black gold whip flew out of her hand, the whip handle mechanism ejected, and twelve fine ox-hair needles sank into the pursuer's eye sockets.

"Ahhh~~"

Screams were heard and the formation of the remaining three people became slightly disrupted.

Liu Zhengfeng took the opportunity to pull off the jade belt around his waist. With the infusion of his internal force, the white jade broke into pieces, revealing the three-foot soft sword hidden inside. The sword body trembled like a spirit snake spitting out its tongue, and with a move "Mist Locking Cold River", he went straight for the enemy's throat.

Liu Zhengfeng used his short sword to stab out the Hengshan School's "Thirteen Styles of Clouds and Mist", but he ran out of energy and the tip of the sword dropped down when it was still half a foot away from the enemy.

Yi Huawei seized the opportunity to flick the pebbles. The first one deflected the blade, the second one hit the wrist bone, and the third one bounced off the rock wall and hit Qu Yang's knee. The old man knelt down in pain, but his granddaughter mistakenly thought that he had sacrificed himself to protect him, which created a tragic illusion.

"Click——"

Seeing his old friend in danger, Liu Zhengfeng made up his mind, and the jade flute cracked into three fine lines, and the sword hidden in the flute tube emitted green light. Suddenly, he raised the broken flute horizontally above his eyebrows, and the moonlight meandered down along the sword body, and unexpectedly cast the shadows of the 72 peaks of Hengshan Mountain on the pine needles on the ground.

When Qu Yang caught a glimpse of this strange sight, his heart suddenly tightened - this was the self-sacrificing form of the "Returning Wind and Falling Wild Goose Sword", which required burning up all of his life force to activate it.

"Go!"

The leading Songshan disciple suddenly shouted, and three Pudao flew out of his hands at the same time. The blades twisted into steel thorns in mid-air, and came down with a fishy wind.

Qu Yang pulled the strings with his bare fingers, and the strings danced like silver snakes, breaking the two flying knives into pieces. The remaining one pierced through the sound barrier and went straight to Liu Zhengfeng's eyes.

"Ding!"

The tip of Yuxiao's sword accurately hit the blade, and the sound of metal hitting stone suddenly arose.

Liu Zhengfeng's palm cracked, and pale golden blood dripped down the flute. Suddenly, he picked up the jade flute and put it to his lips. Under the agitation of his internal force, the jade flute made a sharp and piercing sound.

The three men in black staggered at the same time, black blood oozing from their ear holes - the sound of the flute concealed the resonance method of the "Lion's Roar" of Shaoshi Mountain!

"retreat!"

The leader in black shouted, and the remaining four retreated hastily. Qu Yang suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood, and the last iron nails in the middle of the zither's belly poured out like a rainstorm. The rusty iron nails seemed messy, but in fact they matched the positions of the five notes of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu, forcing the enemy into a triangular death zone formed by three ancient pines.

"Right now!" Liu Zhengfeng pointed his sword to the sky, and the shadows of the seventy-two peaks suddenly condensed into a line of green light. As the sword passed, the three standing figures collapsed.

"Let's go! It's not suitable to stay here for a long time!"

Qu Yang carried his granddaughter on his back and stumbled towards the northern slope with Liu Zhengfeng.

"Hahahaha~~"

A burst of wild laughter suddenly arose, the mountain wind brought frost, and the pine needles formed fine ice crystals.

Yi Huaweizang suddenly felt a chill and looked up.

Fifty feet away, Zuo Lengchan came on the moon in a black cloak like a night owl spreading its wings. With every step he took, frost marks on the soles of his boots spread three feet along the cracks in the rocks. The thirteen Taibaos following behind him held various weapons, with dark blue ice ridges condensed between the blades.

"Brother Liu, your swordsmanship is really good."

Landing in front of Liu Zhengfeng and the others, Zuo Lengchan made a sound like cold iron striking each other, and pressed his right palm in the air. The snow on the cliff five feet away actually gathered into ice cones in the air:

"It's a pity that the clouds and mists of Mount Hengshan can never block the sun and moon of Mount Songshan."

Liu Zhengfeng hummed softly with his sword, and the tip of the sword glowed golden: "Since Alliance Leader Zuo wants to kill us all, why bother pretending to be so?"

"The master is here in person, but you still refuse to repent. I wonder where you can run today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Judge Lu Bai's pen had reached Liu Zhengfeng's face. Qu Yang shouted loudly, and the broken-string harp swept across. The seven pegs shot out, but they froze in mid-air when they touched Zuo Lengchan's body three feet away.

"Little tricks."

Zuo Lengchan fluttered his sleeves slightly, and the pegs of the zither flew upside down and embedded themselves deeply into the rock.

"watch out!"

Qu Feiyan shouted tenderly, and the black gold whip rolled towards Lu Bai's ankle, but Zuo Lengchan flicked his finger and three ice soul silver needles were fired first. The girl retreated quickly, and the silver needles penetrated the three layers of her skirt and nailed her shirt to the withered vine.

“Zuo Lengchan!!”

Qu Yang suddenly laughed, and ice crystals fell from his blood-stained beard. He tore open the front of the black gold soft armor, revealing a dark red palm print on his chest: "Fifteen years ago at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, I was taught this 'Great Songyang Divine Palm' by you. Today is just right..."

"The evil cult, you don't know whether to live or die!"

With a cold snort, Ding Mian's long sword had already pointed at his throat three inches away. Before the sword reached him, the cold air condensed...

Yi Huawei narrowed his eyes in the dark. Zuo Lengchan's icy true energy had reached perfection, to the point where his breath turned into frost and his exhaled breath condensed into ice.

In the battle circle, Liu Zhengfeng was caught in a dilemma. The soft sword was locked by Lu Bai's pen, and the cold air spread along the sword, and the golden pattern on his right arm gradually dimmed. Qu Yang's ten fingers were bloody, but he still plucked the stringless harp, and the sound waves shattered the ice cones in the sky, but it was difficult to break Zuo Lengchan's protective qi.

The old man laughed hoarsely: "Brother Liu, on the road to the underworld, you and I can play Guangling San together!"

Zuo Lengchan snorted coldly, and a three-foot ice blade condensed in his right palm: "I will grant you your wish."

The moment the cold light fell, Yi Huawei lightly raised the tip of his sword, and three pebbles broke through the air and hit the ice blade.

"who?"

Zuo Lengchan retreated three feet and shouted coldly.

Yi Huawei's figure was like a ghost, his Ningbi sword pointed out seven green lotuses, Lu Bai's judge's pen broke with a sound, and Zuo Lengchan's pupils shrank suddenly - that sword force was clearly the "Sword Breaking Style" among the Dugu Nine Swords!
Yi Huawei stood with his back to the moonlight, his face covered, the tip of his sword hanging to the ground, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master Zuo, do you recognize this sword?"

Before he finished speaking, Zuo Lengchan had already retreated with Lu Bai, and the icy energy formed a mist barrier behind him. When the frost and mist dissipated, only ice crystals fell from the cliff.

"Are you Feng Qingyang from Huashan?"

Looking at the masked man in black in front of him, Zuo Lengchan suppressed his fear and sneered. Ice lotuses bloomed under his feet:

"Twenty years ago, when we were discussing swordplay at Siguo Cliff, you were not so secretive."

Before he finished his words, three ice cones suddenly exploded, and the fragments condensed into hundreds of ox-hair-thin needles, shooting towards Yi Huawei.

Yi Huawei's blue shirt fluttered, and purple air spread from his brow to the tip of the sword. The Ningbi sword trembled slightly, and the sword tip actually drew the Big Dipper in front of him. The sword wind wrapped in heat waves melted the ice needles into mist. Seven afterimages suddenly appeared in the mist, each of which held a sword formula, which was the "Seven Stars Phantom" evolved from the "General Formula" of the Dugu Nine Swords.

"Today, I, Zuo, would like to ask Senior Feng for some advice!"

Zuo Lengchan put his palms together, and the Great Songyang Divine Palm mixed with icy energy gushed out. Wherever the sound waves passed, three feet of ice shell peeled off the rock wall.

There was already white frost on Yi Huawei's temples, but the momentum of the sword in his hand suddenly changed.

"Breaking air style!"

The tip of the sword pierced into the gap between the sound waves, and Zixia's true energy was like a needle poking a balloon. Zuo Lengchan felt a sweet and fishy taste in his throat, and was shocked to find that the cold poison he had cultivated for thirty years was actually running backwards in his meridians. In a rage, he bit his tongue, and the blood arrow dyed the ice soul on his chest red. As soon as his right palm came out, a thin layer of frost covered the pine needles on the cliff.

Yi Huawei felt a slight numbness in his Danzhong acupoint, and realized that the icy true energy had invaded his meridians. He immediately practiced Zixia Gong in secret, and purple air appeared on his face, forcing the cold air out of his pores.

"clang!"

The collision of Ningbi Sword and Bingren actually made a sound like bells and chimes. Zuo Lengchan turned his wrist quickly, and the Bingren suddenly turned into thirteen phantoms, which was the killer move "Die Cui Fu Qing" from Songshan's "Seventeen Fast and Slow Moves". Yi Huawei did not retreat but advanced, and stabbed the "Yangchi Point" on his wrist with his sword, forcing the opponent to withdraw his move and change his style.

When the two men passed each other, Zuo Lengchan's left sleeve suddenly swelled, and the seven ice soul nails hidden in the sleeve shot out.

Yi Huawei swung his long sword and used the move "Pine Welcoming Guests". The sword tip drew a perfect circle half a foot in front of him, and the nails rained down. One of them brushed against the blue shirt, and the corner of the shirt immediately formed a spider web-like ice pattern.

"What a great Huashan Sword Sect!"

Zuo Lengchan sneered, stepped on the Nine Palace Steps, and the shadow of his palm suddenly surged like the sea of ​​clouds on Mount Song. The palm power of this "Big Yin-Yang Hand" was in and out, and Yi Huawei felt that the tip of his sword seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. He knew that the opponent was going to suppress him with decades of internal strength, and his sword force suddenly changed.

"Breaking Palm Pose!"

The Ningbi Sword suddenly trembled like a spirit snake, and the tip of the sword tapped the Laogong, Yuji, and Shaofu acupoints. Zuo Lengchan's right palm shrank rapidly, but his cuff was still cut open by three inches, revealing a dark red scar on his forearm - it was the scar left by the fight with Ren Woxing that year.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lu Bai, the judge, went straight for Yi Huawei's back. But the figure in green clothes suddenly disappeared. It turned out that he used the "Golden Goose Flying Across the Sky" body movement. The tip of the pen hit the rock wall and penetrated three-quarters of the stone, showing its powerful force.

"Junior Brother Lu, please step back!"

Zuo Lengchan shouted, his palms turning pale blue. The surrounding water vapor condensed into ice beads, which turned into silver sand all over the sky with the wind from his palms. This "Ice and Silver Light" hidden weapon technique requires internal force to stimulate the frost, and the blood vessels of those who are hit will stagnate.

Yi Huawei let out a long roar, and his Purple Cloud Skill was pushed to full power. Wherever the sword passed, all the silver light bounced off, drawing dozens of bright arcs under the moonlight. Suddenly, he moved forward, and his sword move turned into "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun", piercing directly into Zuo Lengchan's brow. (End of this chapter)