On Mount Hua, there is a solemnity.

The death of the player's disciple is naturally not enough for all the important personnel of a sect to be clothed, after all, they can still be resurrected. However, this time it was not just those player disciples who died.

Ling Hu Chong, who was kneeling in front of a tombstone, looked pained, carrying a wine jar in his right hand, and the long sword that was always hanging on his waist on weekdays was thrown aside at will, and next to the long sword, there were about a dozen empty wine jars scattered.

Both the tombstone and the tomb behind the tombstone look very new, and it looks obvious that it has just been made. The stone tombstone is impressively engraved with "The Tomb of the Mother Ning Family".

Ling Hu Chong had been kneeling here for a whole day and night, during which he didn't say a word, just kept drinking and drinking, as if he was relying on the wine to vent the emotions in his heart.

After a long time, he suddenly raised his hand and drank the last of the wine. Most of the drink flowed into his mouth, but a small amount leaked out, wetting the hem of his chest.

"Senior brother, stop drinking." A gentle female voice sounded, if Yue Buqun was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this was the female disciple with the highest martial arts among the players and disciples of the Huashan Sect, and it was also one of the men and women who had spoken to him in front of the Righteous Qi Hall at the beginning.

Ling Hu Chong didn't speak at first, but after a while, he suddenly said, "What about the little junior sister?" ”

The woman's face showed a gloomy look, but she didn't delay responding, "Lingshan, she is still in a coma, after all, this matter is a little unbearable for her." ”

Ling Hu Chong laughed miserably, "Yes, my father killed my mother with his own hands." Hehe, hehehe...... This is the first time I've heard of such a thing. ”

The woman hesitated for a moment, but finally stepped forward, and then knelt down beside Ling Hu Chong, "Senior brother, Senior Brother, she has a spirit in the sky, and she doesn't want to see you like this." If you cheer up a little, the master will be relieved to leave. ”

Ling Hu Chong lowered his head slightly, "Am I useless." ”

The woman shook her head and said very seriously: "Senior brother, don't say that. None of you thought that the teacher ...... Yue Buqun will become like this. ”

When the woman mentioned the words "Yue Buqun", Ling Hu Chong suddenly turned his head to look at the woman, "Yes, how can you say that the master will treat the master...... Is the evil sword spectrum really that vicious? was able to make the master so poisonous. ”

"It's not swordsmanship that is vicious." The woman said: "Senior brother, be sober, Yue Buqun is indeed a hypocrite. If it weren't for the malice in his heart, a mere set of swordsmanship to ward off evil spirits would not have turned people into this. Among the martial arts that have the greatest impact on people's personalities in the world, the swordsmanship of warding off evil spirits is not yet ranked, Yue Buqun, he is just because of himself. ”

Ling Hu Chong's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say it, just turned into a sigh.

"Big Brother ......"

"Okay, Senior Sister Qing'er." Ling Hu Chong shook his head slightly, "I know what you want to say, you go back first." I, I'll stay here a little longer, and I'll be ...... later."

"What I want to say is......" the woman stubbornly shook her head, "I'm with you." ”

Ling Hu Chong was slightly stunned, and his eyes couldn't help but feel a little warmer, as if all of a sudden, this cold night was warmed by the woman's words and heart.

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"Ding!" A crisp sound instantly broke the silence of the night.

Then, over the woods, two figures crossed quickly like ghosts, bringing a gust of wind, and the leaves in the treetops collided with each other, making a "rustling" sound.

"Yue Buqun, you can't escape death tonight." Mu Xiaojiu's tone of voice was very flat, as if Yue Buqun's death had become an established fact that could not be changed.

Since the beginning of this chase, so far, the two of them have fought more than 70 moves, and every time they fight, it is because Yue Buqun was caught up by Mu Xiaojiu. After all, Yue Buqun's body speed was more than a step behind Mu Xiaojiu, and Mu Xiaojiu would always harass him with his sword qi and finger strength from time to time, so it wouldn't take long for him to be caught up once.

"Don't be arrogant, boy!" Yue Buqun shouted in a shrill voice.

"You say...... What the? Mu Xiaojiu caught up with Yue Buqun again, however, this time, he didn't use the red-clothed knife again, but stretched out his fingers, "Actually, you couldn't run for so long, it's just that I just happened to come to Nanyang City, plus I have to wait for my horse." ”

Yue Buqun's hairs suddenly stood upside down, at this moment, his years of experience in fighting the enemy made him not turn around, but directly held the long sword upside down, and came with a move Su Qin's back sword.

Mu Xiaojiu stretched out his hand, and his slender and slender fingers stroked over the blade of the sword behind Yue Buqun's back, as if he was stroking his own pet. However, it was this gentle flick that made the sense of crisis in Yue Buqun's heart stronger and stronger.

"Shattered!" Mu Xiaojiu suddenly let out a low shout, his right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and then a punch blasted out, right in the middle of the sword on Yue Buqun's back.

"Poof......" Yue Buqun only felt a dull pain in his back, followed by a tingling pain, and then, his whole body directly surged up his throat with a mouthful of blood, and while vomiting blood, he fell weakly in front of him.

Ahead, there are no trees left. In this short period of time, the two of them have crossed the entire forest and come to the official road. A few hundred steps further is the Nanyang City Gate.

"Boom!" With a bang, Yue Buqun fell to the ground of the official road, smashing up a cloud of dust. His sword had shattered, and now all he held in his hand was the hilt of his sword. As for the blade of the long sword, it had already turned into sharp fragments, piercing deep into his back.

"Hmm......" Yue Buqun stretched out his hand to the ground, trying to prop himself up. But Mu Xiaojiu's punch was so heavy that his internal organs seemed to be a little displaced. The kind of severe pain that came from his body and back at the same time made Yue Buqun feel a little unrefreshed, as if he had become a wasted person.

The next moment, Mu Xiaojiu came and landed beside Yue Buqun.

"You're on the wrong track." Mu Xiaojiu looked at Yue Buqun with some disgust, "Practicing the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits has indeed allowed you to successfully set foot in the realm of the grandmaster, but you are too eager to succeed, but you let yourself go crazy, not only are your martial arts trapped in the grandmaster's entry, but even your mind is a little distorted." ”