Ying Gong Xuan was awakened by a cold that pierced the brain spinel, and at first felt that his body was like a dehydrated traveler in the desert, and he was weak and even his fingers were numb and could not be called. He mustered himself and tore open his eyelids with the force of his greatsword, and the dazzling light rushed into his eyes in an instant—it was already daylight, but he didn't know how many days later.

The man was like a girl embroidering needle, twisting his neck carefully, for fear of a crisp clicking sound from his eardrums. There are no people everywhere, and the jackdaws who can't stand the hunger and come out of the nest to forage for food are sad.

The snow is still the same snow, but there are a few more puddles of Zhu Dan decoration. They merge with the grains, like a red hijab over the newlyweds – dazzling but not beautiful.

Ying Gong Xuan couldn't forget the nine shadowless golden swords that shuttled between the ghosts that night, they went hand in hand, and their positions changed like a whirlwind without leaving a gap. The most terrifying thing during this period was not the incessant weeping of the Nine Shadows, but the flying swords that were constantly chopping, inexhaustible, and unstoppable—even if Yan Daoping used all his strength to swing the giant axe of the mountain, it was still useless as if the effect of a heavy hammer on cotton was useless.

The first to fall was the "Six Poisons" Yang Zhao, and the old guy was difficult to see until he died:

After the World Conference, Liu Jizong did not blame the five people for their own set of skills, and invited them to live in the imperial city several times affectionately, and played the Son of Heaven to grant the important position of protector, and was enshrined in the Hanging Moon Division, the famous sect of the rivers and lakes, and the petty thieves and poor criminals, who were not subject to the jurisdiction of the three divisions, but were directly subordinate to the henchmen of the Son of Heaven.

When it comes to the deterrence of the Hanging Moon Division, don't say that those unknown martial arts, even if the Gangzhiguan is a world-famous sect, they have to be good at raising people as guests when they see the printed cards, after all, as long as the people of the Hanging Moon Division insist that you are plotting against you, regardless of your time Tianzun and Earth Immortals, how loud the people break through, they will all be sent to the heavenly prison for questioning and awaiting trial.

It stands to reason that what the imperial court has done has given them enough dignity in the rivers and lakes, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they have been blessed by misfortune from the recklessness of living in a fixed place to the people who eat the food of the official family.

But Yang Zhao still couldn't sleep at night, and every time he was defeated and the snow was extinct, all that appeared in front of him was the oncoming clear ice wind. The insomniac old man knows clearly that the culprit will not be defeated for a day, and the heart tumor will not be eliminated for a day.

However, the Marquis of Zhenyuan was as wise as a torch, and easily guessed that Yang Zhao had a grudge against Bai Luofeng and Nalan Zhifeng, plus the eighteen martial arts, swords, guns and sticks were all straightforward, but killing people with poison was the most ruthless, and he had a good impression of the "six poisons" who were good at it. Therefore, he privately excluded Yang Zhao and promised benefits to Cui Renzhu, who had no conflict, and asked to smuggle the exiled Bai Luofeng back to Wuhou Mansion.

It's a pity that Liu Jizong underestimated the temptation of Gangzhiguan Yanshou Dan, Yan Daoping was just sent away on the front foot, and Yang Zhao, who was ready to word, came to persuade him on the back foot, and together with Ying Gong Xuan, he borrowed the intelligence network of the Hanging Moon Division and the information provided by the Wuhou Mansion to make his own calculations.

Cui Renzhu's death has actually been on the agenda for a long time, who made him obviously a knife and gun dancer, but he has the face of a vice-oily face, and he really entered the drama to learn to show talents, cultivate Confucianism, and do everything according to the style of a scholar. It is impossible for him to disobey Liu Jizong's entrustment, since the Tao is different, it is not a pity to die.

But I didn't expect that kid to be so green that he couldn't do anything more, even if he was in danger of his life, he still kept his promise reasonably, and even finally passed on the peerless and rare internal qi of the gold industry to Bai Luofeng.

Ying Gong shook off the snow on his shoulders, and overnight, the three people who had won the game were separated forever, and the impact on him was like a world away. Just as he managed to make his thighs take the first step, the sound of leather grinding behind him was very noisy in the quiet forest.

In the past, the strong man who dared to fight alone with the wolf and tiger was like a frightened bird at the moment, and he felt stiff and forgot to move in an instant. "Jin Tu" cowered and forced his head to break his head in despair, for fear that standing behind him was Bai Luofeng, who controlled the ghost.

"You...... Why do you ......" The scene in front of him made Ying Gong Xuan unbelievable, he couldn't tell whether the old man who was slapping the snow dust not far away was a human or a ghost, and the strength to swing the big sword was more than enough to stare at Yang Zhao who was unharmed with wide eyes and surprise,

"The first-line Dan tastes really bad. The old man smacked his lips and complained, and smiled at the big man who didn't know why: "The old man is old and frail, and he can only use poison, how can he learn from you to take the white blade empty-handed, and in order to save his life, he has to take the next line of Dan to escape from the robbery." ”

Yan Daoping was lying in the snow in rags, his face was full of blood and sword wounds, and the eyes of the evil crows who couldn't find food in winter took away his eyeballs, and he was afraid that he would only be thrown into livestock in the next life without a whole corpse. Ying Gong suddenly rose with compassion, and suddenly felt that there was an anger in his heart that was difficult to vent, although Yang Zhao made it normal for people, but he was always abandoned and deceitful.

Jin Tu pulled out the toothed sword that protected his life, and without looking back, he carried his wounded clothes and let his broken clothes flutter in the cold wind, now he just wanted to find a stove to drink strong wine and fall asleep.

"Where are you going?" Yang Zhao locked on Ying Gong Xuan, who turned his head and left without saying a word, and his frosted voice was colder than the temperature. His indifferent eagle eyes could not see any traces of the death of the rabbit and the fox, and Yan Daoping, who was incomplete on the side, was like feces under the thatched toilet, which was not worth mentioning.

"Go back to your life. Ying Gong Xuan dragged the hilt of his sword and walked towards the outside of the forest, leaving two deep footprints and a thick straight sword mark behind his embarrassed back.

"Bai Luofeng is not dead, and he can't receive the reward from Gangzhiguan, what are you doing when you go back so early?" The urging voice sounded inexplicably, like thorns whipping on the man's back.

Ying Gong Xuan's face twitched unconsciously, and he lowered his voice and said in a dull voice: "You and I can't take his life, how can we have a chance of winning now?"

"So you don't want to go with me?" Yang Zhaomang's piercing gaze stung towards the man who was drifting away, and out of nowhere, the silk he took out of was ruthlessly attacked by the "Golden Slaughter".

Ying Gong Xuan is an injured male lion, no matter how sharp his six senses are, his overburdened body can't keep up with the reaction to avoid the sudden black hand, or he didn't expect Yang Zhao to be so vicious that he would kill people without saying a word.

The old poisonous monster walked with his hands in his hands, and the excitement in the corners of his eyes became the earliest spring scene in winter, and he looked down at the gnashing Gong Gong and said with joy: "Since you are stubborn and unwilling to become a good old man, then let the old man help you." ”

The strong man held the giant sword, and he wanted to immediately break through the ground and slap it on Yang Zhao's wrinkled dry skin, but the black lines that appeared on his fingertips for no reason climbed up unhindered along the tendons, eroding every inch of the remaining strength of the muscles.

"Do you think there is really an elixir in the world that can make the two of you calm down in a blink of an eye when you were both defeated?" Yang Zhao looked at Ying Gong Xuan, who was slowly kneeling, and the smile on his face was even worse: "The only medicine in the world that can cure diseases is poison, and what you take is the 'Living Corpse Gu' that the old man has obtained through a thousand hardships." ”

The strong man's purple face, strands of black silk quickly spread to the corners of his eyes like a knotted spider web, and the pupils of the god gradually lost their vitality. The old man insisted that he regret it all his life, and said maliciously and sarcastically: "Speaking of this Gu does have a miraculous effect, if a living person eats it, it will be as painful as a corpse, making people mistakenly think that he will be healed and unharmed, but in fact, he will use the remaining Yang Shou cultivation as the price......

Ying Gong Xuan clutched his throat and curled up, and the little consciousness left forced him to stretch out his five fingers and grab Yang Zhao's trouser leg, as if he wanted to vent his inner resentment.

"Don't worry, the old man will make good use of your corpse and try to get the longevity pill as soon as possible. The old man let the man resist like an ant, coldly waiting for his life to be lost, and another silver needle between his fingers pierced into another mutilated corpse as fast as lightning, and sighed contrivedly: "Hey, you don't dare to fight with others when you live, you don't have this kind of concern when you die." ”

The black crows were disturbed, hovering in the air and sighing at the food that had just reached their mouths, and under the gently falling gray feathers, two burly bodies suddenly rose to the ground.