February 22nd, evening.

A bright moon hung in the sky, extremely bright, and there were no stars in the sky.

All parts of Fengyun Mountain were plunged into darkness, and only occasionally there were stars and lights in one or two places, decorating the dark and silent Fengyun Mountain.

In a corner of Fengyun Mountain, there is a green house, a green lamp, and a faint candle.

In the green house, Yan Zhen slowly exhaled a breath, and now Yan Zhen's mana has stabilized in the middle of the sixth level of the qi training period. Before, he used the Nine Needles and Nine Demons Secret Method to improve his internal strength, and some of his bones were unstable, but in the past few days, Yan Zhen has laid a very solid foundation.

Now Yan is really in good spirits.

The one-meter-high tub has been set aside, and there is more than half a bucket of clean water in it. Yan Zhen took off her clothes and soaked her whole body in this bathtub. When the whole body is immersed in the water of the bath bucket, Yan is so comfortable that the pores of the whole body are released. The water in the bathtub flowed gently, and Yan Zhen's muscles at this time did not have the slightest fatigue after two days of rest, and he was full of desire to fight.

After taking a bath, Yan Zhen picked up a new white kudzu coat and new mango shoes on the side, put them on and tied them.

Then, Yan Zhen took out three sandalwood sticks from the corner, this kind of sandalwood is quite expensive, only fifty yuan for one. Yan Zhen put the three sandalwood sticks on top of the copper furnace, and then lit the sandalwood with a fire fold, and in an instant, a faint and elegant aroma rose from the copper stove, and this aroma was quite good. After a while, the aroma filled the room.

The fragrance of sandalwood is faint, inhaled into the nose, refreshing and nourishing.

Under this aroma, Yan Zhen put the Dingguang Long Sword on his knees again. The sword is like a stream of autumn water, perfectly blending with the moonlight shining in from the window.

Yan Zhen's fingers gently stroked the Dingguang long sword, inch by inch. From the simple hilt, to the horizontal sword, to the cold and bright blade, to the extremely sharp blade.

The sword, as if sensing the caress of its master, was whispering softly.

The sword and the man are in a sense of extreme harmony.

Dingguang sword, gather the sun and moon brilliance at the tip of the blade, so it is called "fixed light", and to be a man, it should also be like this, gather the light of the sun and the moon, the meaning of heaven and earth, and worship by ten thousand people.

These are actually the habits maintained in the previous life, before the decisive battle of life and death in the previous life, they are all used to bathing, changing clothes, burning incense, and stroking the sword.

The day of the long-awaited battle of life and death has finally arrived! Tomorrow is the time of the decisive battle of life and death, and it is naturally enjoyable to kill Ouyang Song's two wings Qin Dian and Yan Hu before, and it is even more enjoyable to seize the treasure that was supposed to belong to Ouyang Song, but it is still not enjoyable to kill Ouyang Song, and tomorrow will have a good time.

Yan Zhen was surprisingly calm.

Yan Zhen's eyes are surprisingly clear.

......

And on the same night, in another green house.

Ouyang Song sat in his green house, he was wiping his sword. His sword was three feet and two feet long and one and two feet wide. His sword was a pale red, as blood-colored. The name of this sword is the Blood Flame Sword, this sword is extremely high-quality, and there is a murderous aura contained in the sword body.

Ouyang Song flicked his sword lightly, and the sword buzzed.

Tomorrow's battle is destined to be easy.

Opponents, haha, a weak person like Yan Zhen also deserves to be called an opponent.

Yan Zhen's original strength was only the fourth level of Qi cultivation, and for more than ten days, he had been drunk like mud, and he had obviously given up completely.

Tomorrow is destined to be a torture.

"Blood Flame Sword, which Blood Flame Sword, will abuse and kill the opponent with me tomorrow, so that Yan Zhen, the ****, knows the truth of this world. In Ouyang Song's eyes, an extremely sharp cold air appeared. Ouyang Song has always been a ruthless character, he believes in the death of the weak and the life of the strong.

The world of cultivating immortals is so cruel.

In the previous life, Ouyang Song did not kill Yan Zhen, but cut off the meridians of Yan Zhen's limbs, making Yan Zhen suffer for a lifetime.

But in this life, Ouyang Song's mind changed, he wanted to kill Yan Zhen.

......

The night is getting deeper.

This night, Yan Xiaozi sat in front of the bright yellow bronze mirror.

In the bright yellow bronze mirror, Yan Xiaozi's extremely beautiful face is revealed.

Melon seed face, snow-white skin, small red lips, high nose bridge, some bewitching and some innocent eyes.

Yan Xiaozi gently took off the jasper hairpin in her hair, this jasper hairpin was bought by Ouyang Song for Yan Xiaozi with three hundred taels of silver, the jasper is catchy, Yan Xiaozi likes this hairpin quite much, it matches her appearance very well.

Yan Xiaozi exhaled softly, tomorrow, February 23rd, the day of the agreed battle.

This battle is destined to be born by Ouyang Song's victory, and Yan Zhen is defeated and killed, everything is predestined.

Yan Xiaozi didn't have any mercy for Yan Zhen, and Yan Xiaozi has always believed in the truth of the immortal cultivation world that the weak die and the strong live. She and Yan Zhen were together at the beginning, but they were immediately consumed by mediocre and dull days, and she now has no **** heart for Yan Zhen. Yan Xiaozi likes the strong, not a waste like Yan Zhen. Thinking of the last time I met Yan Zhen, Yan Zhen's mocking tone and disregarded eyes made Yan Xiaozi very unhappy. Yan Xiaozi is a more perverted woman, she wants her not to love Yan Zhen, but Yan Zhen has always loved her.

Yan Xiaozi thought viciously in her heart: Yan Zhen dared to speak to himself in a mocking tone, he would die.

Of course, Yan Xiaozi is also an extremely shrewd person, she understands that she will have to pretend to be pitiful tomorrow, and then if Yan Zhen dies tomorrow, she will also go up and cry a few tears, so as to show that her heart is excellent. Camouflage, this is one of Yan Xiaozi's forte skills. Yan Xiaozi knows quite well that most men like weak and bird-like women.

......

At this time, at the foot of Fengyun Mountain, there were several outer disciples digging herbs at the foot of Fengyun Mountain. One of the disciples was digging with a hoe, but suddenly found that the hoe was not digging dirt at all, and this disciple immediately took the dirt around, only to see a dead man lying in the dirt.

This person had obviously been dead for a few days, and an outer disciple said, "Although this dead man's face gives me a lot of the feeling of being like Qin Dark, the servant next to Senior Brother Ouyang Song. ”

Another outer disciple looked at the dead man's right hand: "It's Qin Dark, Qin Dark's right hand has two crossed sword wounds, which have turned into two scars, and they are still there." ”

"Qin Dian is dead. ”

"Who killed Qin Yan. ”

A series of discussions sounded, and everyone was exclaiming, how good it was, Qin Dian died. These outer disciples discussed for a while, and immediately someone went to inform Ouyang Song, after all, Qin Dian was the number one servant under Senior Brother Ouyang Song.

And the same night, on the mountainside.

There was an outer disciple who was rushing back from the bottom of the mountain, and as he walked, he suddenly heard a bang in front of him, and it seemed that something heavy had landed, which made this outer disciple couldn't help but feel a slight shock in his heart. This outer disciple immediately went to check, and found that it was a dead man lying in front of him. The person should have only been dead for two days, and his face was quite clear, and this outer disciple couldn't help but be surprised: "Hey, isn't this Senior Brother Yan Hu, how did he die here." ”

"The death of an outer disciple, Senior Brother Yan Hu, is not a trivial matter, and I will report it to the elder immediately. At that moment, this outer disciple immediately went to report to the elder.

This night, there was really something wrong with Fengyun Mountain, there were dead people at the foot of the mountain, and dead people halfway up the mountain, one was the servant of the outer disciples, and the other was the outer disciples. Fengyun Mountain usually rarely produces dead people, but now that the two of them came at once, Fengyun Mountain immediately sent elders to investigate the matter.

And no one noticed that the moonlight on this night was also faintly red, like the blood moon.

Before the decisive battle of life and death, it was stained with blood.

Tomorrow's life-and-death decisive battle is destined to be a bloodstained day!