final catastrophe

Chapter 131 83. Bitter meat against alienation (please recommend, please collect)
Xiangyang.

In a small inn.

Wu Yixie rubbed his head, remained silent for a moment, then rubbed again and said, "Brother, what are you talking about? Why do you always think of simple things as complicated?
Let me ask you, on the day of execution, wouldn't it be fine if I killed Xiang Xue, and then the heroes stopped Xia Ji, and the hidden people in the evil way?If those hundred schools really rebelled, we can communicate with the reliable schools in advance. If they dare to act recklessly, we will kill them together! "

Sima Jia ignored him, but rolled his eyes quickly, and said suddenly: "Yixie, you go to do something tonight."

"Brother, please tell me."

Sima Jia licked his lips, and a gleam flashed in his eyes: "Help me to hurt a person, only hurt but not kill! But hurt, need to be seriously injured!"

"Who?"

Sima Jia spat out a name that he could never think of: "Zhang Linbing."

Wu Yixie was really shocked because Zhang Linbing was not someone else, but the four generations of elite disciples accompanying Wudang this time! !

One's own people hurt one's own people, could it be that the senior brother has been replaced by someone else?

"Remember to cover your face and wear black clothes. Well, it's best to stick two steamed buns on your chest." Sima Jia chuckled, reminding the details friendly.

Wu Yixie's cold face has turned into continuous twitching, "Two steamed buns. What are you doing?"

Sima Jia said seriously: "In this way, you are not only a black-clothed assassin, but also a black-clothed female assassin! Oh, remember, you must not use Wudang's ordinary kung fu, but use your unique kung fu."

Wu Yixie said helplessly, "Brother, what exactly do you want?"

Sima Jia smiled: "I want to be a beautiful woman. I heard that there are many beauties in Xiangyang. Tonight, I will disguise myself and go to you to do your business. I will do my business. We will meet here again in the early morning."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the younger brother to say more, he patted the window sill beside his hand.

Wu Yixie felt empty, the wooden chair was gone when he sat down, and the floor was parted.
He didn't resist, anyway, if he resisted, the elder brother had other tricks, so he followed the divided floor and landed in a secluded corner downstairs of the inn. When he looked up again, the wooden board above his head had been closed.

He brushed the dust off his gray clothes, and walked helplessly to the bun shop in the city
Although he is very unwilling to do anything to his disciples, but this is the senior brother's judgment
"Hey." Wu Yixie was unwilling in every possible way, but in the end he sighed.

干吧
Because, only the big brother can never make mistakes!
干吧
Sima Jia, who put on some make-up, walked into the boat with the two beauties in Yuxian Xiaolou in his arms, and then blended into the night on the lake in Xiangyang
Luo Yi relieved, and soon, joyful laughter, singing one after another, resounded on the lake, following the rippling spring water, swaying fast and slowly.
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Countdown.

Two days before the execution.

"More than ten disciples of my Beggar Clan died or were wounded by swords last night!" an elder of the Eight Bags of the Beggar Clan stood in front of the hall and said coldly.

And lying down six dead bodies, seven injured.

"If I'm not blind, this sword wound is your sword's hidden thunder?" Elder Babao said coldly.

"But last night, our brothers and sisters just found a secluded alley to drink, there is absolutely no way they appeared in the south of the city and hurt you Beggar Sect disciples!" The green-clothed swordsman of Jianyimen came out and responded.

"The Hidden Thunder Sword Style, the sword comes out like thunder, and the thunder passes through the sky, it is a line!" Elder Babao said, "I really can't think of anyone else in Xiangyang City except your sword with the Thunder Hidden Sword Style." With one strike, I killed six disciples of my beggar gang and wounded seven of them!"

The blue-clothed swordsman of the sword school also showed doubts, and immediately walked up to several Beggar Clan disciples, carefully inspecting the wound, the more he opened it, the more frightened he was, and his expression changed in the end.

If he didn't know that several people from his own sect gathered together last night, drinking and talking about swords, he might think it was his senior brother's trick.

There are many "sword steles" in Jian Yi Sect, most of which have no words, but the only ones that can be comprehended by the sect are the three unique schools, thus forming three schools: Fengjiliu, Zanglei Style, and Great Skills.

Among the genres, there is almost no connection with each other, and among them, the hidden thunder style, which is the easiest to learn, has the largest number of people, so it represents Jian Yimen. After receiving the hero invitation, he came to Xiangyang City to participate in the execution meeting of this demon girl.

"We never made a move!" said the swordsman in blue.

Elder Babao sneered and said, "Okay! Then since you said that you gathered for drinking yesterday, is there any outsider to testify?"

The swordsman in Tsing Yi said: "The people in our family can all testify to each other! As for outsiders, although the alley we found is relatively secluded, there is an old man who sells wine there."

Elder Babao said: "In that case, let's go find the old man!"

A moment later, the Beggar Gang and Jian Yimen came to a deep alley in the south city, the swordsman in green suddenly widened his eyes, because the tent here yesterday had disappeared, not only that, there was no smell of alcohol left on the ground at all.

It stands to reason that if a few people drink alcohol and get very drunk, then the smell of the wine should be slightly the next morning.

But the ground is very clean and simple.

He didn't believe in evil, and ran to the corresponding positions of the few people yesterday, squatted down, and stroked the bluestone ground with one hand. Because of the age, there were moss in the cracks between the bluestones.

The swordsman in Tsing Yi drew a little finger with his little finger, put it in his nose and sniffed it, but there was no smell of alcohol!
But yesterday, when Mingming was drinking with each other, he poured a lot of wine into the crevices of the stones.
Then, the people asked a few nearby residents of Xiangyang City, but they all said that there were no caravans in the alleys in the middle of the night, let alone any old men selling wine.

No matter how much the Tsing Yi swordsman and the people from Jianyi Sect argue, it is useless.

"I understand." The swordsman in blue suddenly said.

"Understand what?" Elder Eight Bags sneered.

"This is a provocation, a provocation from the Demon Sect!"

Elder Eight Bags smiled, and the exposed front teeth were burnt yellow, "Do you think I'm a fool? Or do I look easy to deceive?"

End of words.

No more words.

If there is a sound, there is the sound of drawing a sword and drawing a stick.

Tensions.

The Beggar Gang and the Sword One Sect, one is a sect with a large number of gangs, and the other is a sect full of elites. They were originally righteous sects and belonged to the same camp.

But at this time, they were facing each other in a deep alley.

The wind is tight and the sound is silent.

"Why do you want to make a move? Is it because you look down on us beggars?" Elder Eight Bags said, and he couldn't figure out the reason.

However, the Tsing Yi swordsman was speechless.

And he saw that the hand of the elder Basaku had already reached out to the hard bamboo stick behind him!

He shook his head with a wry smile, and touched the sword at his waist with his right hand.

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

If he wanted to fight, how had he ever been afraid of others? !
　Thank you very much Xuan Yexun book friend for the reward :)! !In addition, I also thank Abyss Nefertari, the handsome old man, the secret demon, Fan Tian, ​​and Xiao Ming who didn't know for their rewards!thanks for your support:)

　　
　
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