"What are you thinking" Chun Qimeng asked curiously when she saw that Su Jian didn't speak.

"I didn't think about anything," Su Jian said lightly.

"Then do you want to see the Sword Pavilion Wenling now," Chun Qimeng asked again.

"Yes, but please put on your clothes first," Su Jian frowned.

"Well, I'm already on," Chunqi said.

But when Su Jian turned around, he immediately turned his head as if he had been electrocuted, and quickly turned his head to face out of the window

"Giggles, do I have a thorn in my body" Chun Qimeng smiled even more happily.

"I'm not interested in watching it anymore, say goodbye," Su Jian finished speaking and was about to leave

If he wants to go, no one will be able to keep him, whether with a sword or a woman

"Okay, okay, I'm really getting dressed this time," Chun Qimeng sighed, "You don't cherish the opportunity you have, you're such a nerd"

Chun Qimeng put on her clothes and stopped in front of the flower window.

For Su Jian who would rather be distracted by the mist outside the window than look at her, Chun Qimeng was very unconvinced

Isn't she as beautiful as the ethereal clouds of smoke?

"Why don't you take out the Sword Pavilion Wenling yet," Su Jian sighed.

"The treasure is already in my hands," Chun Qimeng gently spread out her soft little hands.

On the palm of her white jade-like hand, a golden bell the size of an egg appeared

Su Jian's pupils contracted suddenly, and it was the first time he had seen such a precision secret weapon

"The fragrant soul sighs and listens to the bell, and the heartbroken person listens to the sound of the heartbroken" Chun Qimeng chanted softly and slowly, "You see what a good poem this is, and only such a poem can be worthy of such a peerless divine soldier, I don't know if Su Daxia wants to try its power"

Chun Qimeng was originally smiling softly, but suddenly activated the Sword Pavilion Wenling

The golden bell rings, the bell is high-pitched and sad, like a bleak wind, wailing, and bitter rain whimpering

There were a total of seven different hidden weapons, which were drawn from the golden bell at the same time, and their shape was indescribable.

Because before you can see their shapes, your people have fallen under the hidden weapon

Their speed is incomparably fast, like seven lightning bolts that will surely fall with them

The treasure of the rivers and lakes that makes the martial arts people frightened is not in vain

What's more, the distance between Chun Qimeng and Su Jian is too close, and at this distance, even if it launches an ordinary hidden weapon, it is extremely difficult to dodge

In addition, one second before Chunqi's dream, there was a charming smile on his face, and the next second he was killed.

It seems that she is sincerely going to kill Su Jian

This way of killing, Chun Qimeng has also carefully calculated countless times in his heart

However, Su Jian was prepared, he knew Chunqi Dream too well

That's why she is not a woman, she is simply a female monster

I saw that his left palm suddenly flicked, and the seven hidden weapons were swept away by the strong palm wind and turned into powder.

Immediately, with a move of "Golden Dragon Probing Claw", he had already choked Chun Qimeng's neck

"This is impossible" Chun Qimeng couldn't care about the pain of being pinched in his throat, and with the shattering of the seven hidden weapons.

Her heart, full of hope and pride, seemed to be shattered at the same time and sank into the bottomless abyss

The sword pavilion that exists like a myth is not as terrifying as the legend

Even Su Jian didn't even pull out the knife, so he easily cracked its attack

"You don't have to be surprised, because it's fake in itself, if it's true, you're probably already successful at this time," Su Jian shook his hand, and Chun Qimeng's delicate body flew out, passed through the veil, and fell heavily on the embroidery bed

Sword Pavilion Wen Ling was already in Su Jian's palm.

A small golden bell, not much bigger than a pigeon's egg, but the workmanship is extremely precise and rigorous.

Whether it is the pattern or the poem, it reveals a sense of the ancient vicissitudes of time and history, and it is also heavy to start

"The fragrant soul sighs in the bitter rain and hears the bell, and the broken intestine person listens to the sound of the broken intestine"

"Well, it's really a good poem," Su Jian exclaimed, "If it's true, it's even better."

"That golden bell should have been true, because Hua Zizi had already used it to kill the skeleton of the head of the Maoshan faction" Chun Qimeng glared at Su Jiandao.

At this time, Su Jian had already tied her hands and feet with a scarf and threw her on the bed like a zongzi.

In normal times, of course, these scarves can't tie up Chunqimeng.

But if Su Jian had clicked on her acupoint, the result would have been different.

Chun Qimeng's eyes breathed fire, and she couldn't wait to pounce on Su Jian and bite Su Jian.

Unfortunately, she couldn't move.

"Oh, I heard that the swordsmanship of the head of Maoshan has been perfected, and he is even proficient in the art of the left path of the side door, which can call the wind and rain, and scatter beans into soldiers," Su Jian fiddled with the sword pavilion and said casually.

"It's not necessarily that he is a soldier when he calls for wind and rain, but it is an indisputable fact that he ranks ninth on the celebrity list," Chun Qimeng said angrily, "Even if the five uniques of Sichuan and Dong are combined, they may not be the opponent of the skeleton." ”

"Even if Hua Zizi kills the skeleton with this bell, it may not be able to prove that it is real, it can only be said that it is very realistic," Su Jian poured internal force into the golden bell to urge.

The golden bell rang, and the sound of that kind of soul snatched people's souls, almost making people lose their minds in an instant.

And inside the golden bell, seven deadly hidden weapons flew out like lightning.

No one can identify the types of hidden weapons, because they are not like earthly objects in the first place.

With a piercing cracking sound.

A piece of blue yarn in the corner of the house was actually smashed by the seven hidden weapons

"They can kill people invisibly, and the best thing is that they can automatically fly back to the golden bell when they kill someone, just like the legend in the rivers and lakes, no one can avoid the attack of the sword pavilion Wenling," Chunqi dreamed, "but I don't know how you ghost cracked it"

Sure enough, after the seven hidden weapons shattered the Bisha Element, they returned to the Sword Pavilion to hear the bell.

It's like a magic weapon used by some god.

Su Jian smiled slightly when he heard Chun Qimeng's words.

There are more than 10 million treasures he has seen in his previous life, even if this Sword Pavilion is real, he may not be able to crack it.

"Jin Ling will be returned to you, farewell" Su Jian casually threw the Sword Pavilion Wenling on the bed of Chunqi Meng, and then warned, "You'd better not kidnap Song Xueru, otherwise I will have to pay the price"

With that, he jumped out of the window and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

"Feed the dead and untie the acupoints to my aunt and grandmother before leaving" Chun Qimeng was so angry that he scolded Su Jian, and he could only hear the whimpering wind outside the window.

The Sword Pavilion heard that the bell was in her hand, but she couldn't hold it.

If someone enters through the window at this time.

Not only will she snatch the golden bell, but even she will be very dangerous.

August 23, seven o'clock

The night is coming to an end

But before dawn, there is always a darkest hour

I don't know how many people in this world have fallen at this moment.

He fell, and never got up

The buffalo died

He fell quietly in his old tiled house.

He was slapped through the chest, the blood had dried up, and his dead gray rough face still revealed unyielding stubbornness

In his broad palm, he clutched a small stone figure statue.

The statue is not beautifully carved, as rough as a buffalo's face, but he can vaguely see that the statue is his sister Song Xueru

Even if he dies, he must protect his sister, even if it is just a statue of his sister

On a simple wooden table, Su Jian's name was engraved with a bloody weapon.

Framed, framed, and infamous.

Su Jian didn't know how much humiliation he had suffered

I haven't been so angry at all as I was tonight

If you see the corpse of a stranger, then you will most likely only take him for the corpse of a cat or a dog.

When anyone is killed, he looks ugly and humble, no different from a dead cat or dog

But if the deceased is someone you know and are already close to, then you will not be indifferent to his death in any way

Su Jian only felt that at this moment, every drop of blood in his body was boiling, burning with hatred and anger.

His fists were clenched, and his joints were white. The hand holding the knife trembled slightly from too much anger.

He just wanted to see if Song Xueru had returned to his home

Unexpectedly, others would have the same idea.

Earlier than him

They are not only looking for Song Xueru, but also looking for him like crazy

The buffalo got too close to him and became the first innocent victim

Su Jian's eyes were almost split, the methods of these murderers were cruel, and they were already crazy to the point of outrageousness

Whoever kills the buffalo will surely die by his sword

But who did all this?

The person who hates Su Jian the most is undoubtedly Yan Liusheng, who hates Wu Jiwu, and he is the most suspected of killing a buffalo

Judging from the murder method and style of the crime, the murderer is by no means a goose

A proud young swordsman would never break into such a lowly place and do such a poisonous attack on a person of low status.

If it weren't for Song Xueru's relationship, Yan Gramophon might not even bother to look at the buffalo.

Seeing the buffalo's left fist, it was clenched like his right fist, what he was holding

Does he still want to make a final struggle and resistance before he dies?

Su Jian slowly broke the buffalo's left fist, and saw his palm, with the word "good" written crookedly

The buffalo didn't recognize a few words, and it had obviously taken a lot of effort to write this word, and it was also very hard to write

He must have known in advance that this person would not let him go, so he wrote the name of the person before the murderer arrived

The buffalo may be hoping that Su Jian can come to him and see this name so that he can avenge him

Su Jian's heart was stinging, and he rarely felt such deep pain for a person's death.

The flame of vengeance burned in his heart, and it seemed that even his eyes were already spewing fire

Zheng Kee coffin shop

It was the first time for the boss Zheng Li to see such a fierce and unreasonable customer.

Before dawn, the man kicked the door of the coffin shop.

Zheng Li thought that the bandits had come to rob him, and he was so scared that their family was almost out of their minds

"Who's the boss, get out of here, or I'll kill his whole family," the man yelled.

Zheng Li had no choice but to really roll out of the bedroom, roll all the way through the spacious main hall, and roll in front of Su Jian.

"You're the boss," Su Jian said sharply.

"Little Lao'er doesn't seem to recognize the hero, but I don't know where to offend you, I still hope that the hero will let the little old man die" Zheng Li, who was in his fifties, was already a little grateful, and asked with a crying voice.