Chang Sihao was afraid that this fake Yuan Liangyu's partner would help him. He clenched his neck with one hand and stood still.

The hooves were approaching. The man in white immediately turned over and jumped off and shouted, "Brother." He pulled off the wind towel that covered his neck.

Chang Sihao was stunned: "Jueixiang. Why are you here?"

Qin Juexiang smiled and said, "It's always too boring in the house. I'll come out to have a walk. Why are you here? Those three sects?"

Chang Sihao knew that he was not at ease in the capital every day, but he was willing to find the city alone. Why didn't he understand this concern? When his heart warmed up, he immediately thought of the important matter and said, "Don't talk about those things for now. Juexiang. The murderer who killed your uncle is here." He let go and threw the person on the ground. Qin Juexiang was stunned: "He is just a fake Yuan Liangyu." Liu Ye's eyes stood up, and he raised his fists and grabbed his collar and was about to hit him. When he saw him like this, he was shocked. He almost sat on the ground. He took a step back and took a closer look. He was happy again. He looked up and asked, "Why is it so miserable?" Chang Sihao said, "I'm a little heavy. You'd better stop hitting him. Many things need to be investigated on him."

Qin Juexiang was a little depressed. He looked at the fake Yuan Liangyu and sucked his teeth and said, "Damn it, the enemy can't be beaten in front of him. I'm so holding my breath." Suddenly, a flash of inspiration took out a knife from his arms, stepped forward and cut his tendons and feet. He smiled proudly: "Oh, this thing is bleeding less, and I'm quite enjoying it."

Yuan Liangyu was in a coma and was injured. He woke up after being cut. He felt that there was no pain in his body. He blinked his right eye and saw Qin Juexiang. He was shocked. He thrust his waist and spine and stood up. However, his tendons were broken and he couldn't hold on. When his body became weak, he fell to the ground and fell to his knees.

Qin Juexiang smiled and said, "Hey. Are you playing with throwing a baby?"

Fake Yuan Liangyu raised his arm and saw that his tendons were also lifted open. He knew that his martial arts had been completely useless. The tendons on the back of his head were connected to the tendons. The bottom was broken and the top was swaying. He couldn't straighten his neck. He tilted his head and said in grief and anger: "I didn't expect that I fell into the hands of you two juniors today... It's really outrageous..."

Qin Juexiang was stunned and said, "Hey. Why is this sound so familiar?"

Chang Sihao was even more stunned: Jue Xiang must have never seen a fake Yuan Liangyu. How could he be familiar with his voice?

Qin Juexiang reached out and pointed the fake Yuan Liangyu's acupoint. He pushed away the wet hair on his face. He saw that his left eyeball was hanging like a bell, his nose and mouth were covered with blood. I couldn't see clearly. Qin Juexiang frowned, untied his trouser belt, urinated over, and rushed over. He rushed to clean his face. The fake Yuan Liangyu was so angry that he screamed, but he was helpless.

Qin Juexiang carefully observed his appearance and poked Chang Sihao and said, "Brother, look at who he looks like."

Chang Sihao caught fire and closed the light to look at it. After carefully identifying it for a while, he couldn't help but be stunned and murmured to himself: "This... isn't this Xia Zenghui, the Diancang Sect? How could he be a traitor to the Hundred Swords Alliance?"

Qin Juexiang said: "The traitor of the Hundred Swords Alliance. Wherever he got."

Chang Sihao also felt it was difficult to understand. He was in the temple during the day. He felt familiar when he heard his voice. But when he saw the old face, he could not remember it anyway. He suddenly clapped his high-high and said, "By the way, this person is good at disguising. Didn't he pretend to be Yuan Liangyu? He must have worn a human skin mask."

Qin Juexiang also thought of this section and nodded and said, "It's not bad. Let's take off his mask." Because he thought the urine was dirty, he took the knife and went to the side of the hairline to make a move. He was ready to cut.

Xia Zenghui shouted: "Don't cut. Don't cut. This is real leather."

Qin Juexiang didn't care much. With one knife, blood immediately emerged. He said in surprise: "Hey, he can produce blood. He is so fucking real." He continued to increase his strength.

Xia Zenghui was in unbearable pain. He cried and howled: "Of course it's true. This is the real face. I was Xia Zenghui. Why do I have to pretend? Stop. Stop quickly."

Chang Sihao felt something was wrong. He hurriedly stopped Qin Juexiang and observed carefully. The skin at the blade had been turned up a little, and the blood was flowing like a fountain. It was indeed real skin. I thought that this person was often in disguise. The action party could make the fake real. But he would always bring some items related to his identity. Thinking of this, he reached out to his arms to touch it. He took out the things and threw them aside.

Qin Juexiang pulled with a knife beside him. He saw that there were several medicine bottles in these debris, a handful of fire, and a scattered silver. They were all essential things for the people in the martial arts world. In addition, there was a small snakeskin bag. When he opened it, he said happily: "It's here." He shook his hands and fell on the snow.

Chang Sihao looked back and saw a few human skin masks on the snow. He picked up one and put it on Xia Zenghui's face to measure it. After searching for a long time, he didn't look like Yuan Liangyu. He asked, "Where is Yuan Liangyu's mask."

Xia Zenghui said: "Who is Yuan Liangyu?"

Chang Sihao saw that his eyes were full of surprise, and it didn't seem to be pretending. He felt a little soul-stirring in his heart. Suddenly he remembered something and pulled his collar to both sides. He saw a huge scar on his right shoulder. It was exactly what he had chopped. There was no fake. He took out the black four-edged thorn on the side of his legs. He shook his hand and tugged it into the snow. He said angrily: "You still want to be beaten, right?"

The big fist only shook in front of his eyes. Xia Zenghui shivered. He knew that he looked at people like corpses. He was really dark. He hurriedly said, "If you use it, throw it away. Who still keeps it? Wait for evidence when you are caught?"

Chang Sihao thought that this must be true. It turns out that Yuan Liangyu is an old man. No wonder he cursed "Junior" when he became extremely angry at that time. However, there were too many problems in his mind at this moment. He stared at those human skin masks and couldn't think of what to ask for. Suddenly he realized that there was no book on the snow. He asked: "The Record of the Sword Cultivation Hall." Qin Juexiang's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Brother. He has "The Record of the Sword Cultivation Hall"."

Xia Zenghui calmed down and had the confidence. He smiled coldly: "If you want to record, hurry up and treat grandpa..." Before the last word "injury" came out, Qin Juexiang kicked him in the face and kicked the eyeball hanging outside. Although Xia Zenghui's acupoint was blocked, it actually collapsed in pain and fell heavily to the ground. His whole body kept twitching. The white juice was covered with a face. Qin Juexiang cursed: "Who the hell are you grandpa?"

Chang Sihao squatted down and said, "You fall into our hands. Don't think about your life. Let's just tell the truth and you will suffer less."

Xia Zenghui slowed down for a long time and said in gritting his teeth: "It's death on the other side. Don't even think about talking from me." As he said that, his lips moved...

"You have to bite your tongue."

There was no need to let go. Qin Juexiang kicked his leg and kicked it again...

Xia Zenghui's head was kicked tilted. He stood up and rolled over and turned over. His face was half facing the ground. His lips had torn apart. His cheeks were torn. A mouthful of blood showed red and white. He had fifteen or sixteen teeth.

After a long time, he finally took a breath. His chest twitched and slapped up and down. One eye was crying, and one eye socket was bleeding. Blood was in his mouth. He muttered, "Stop hitting. Give it a pleasure..." He cried.

Chang Sihao pulled him up and sat in a sitting position, saying, "Who are you? How could you have "Sword Cultivation Records"?"

Xia Zenghui was softly grabbed by him and completely gave up resistance. He said weakly: "My name is Xia Zenghui. I am a member of the Hundred Swords Alliance who was inserted into the Diancang Sect..." Chang Sihao immediately felt his heart. He heard him say again: "The Record of the Sword Cultivation Hall. I have only seen the first volume. I handed it... to Ying Hongying. In order to... let her use this thing to lure the two factions of Hengshan and Songshan... to withdraw from the alliance together." Chang Sihao asked: "Where did the first volume of the record come from."

Xia Zenghui gasped for a long time and said, "It's... it was given by Jing Dajian."

Chang Sihao said, "Jing Wenzhong." Xia Zenghui nodded weakly. He closed his right eyelid and sighed, "Director Jing... was long dissatisfied with the current situation in the alliance. He was determined to break the barriers of the sword cultivation hall and restore the old situation of the old swordsman Wei... Everyone retreated from the alliance. The sword test meeting could not be carried out. The alliance would be forced to make changes..." Qin Juexiang picked up the four-edged black thorn, poked it on his leg, and cursed: "If you are from the Hundred Swords Alliance, why are you pretending to be Yuan Liangyu and going to Shanxi? How did you kill my uncle?"

Xia Zenghui seemed to have been numbed. After being stabbed, he was stunned. Suddenly screamed: "There is poison on the prick. Give me the antidote. Give me the antidote." Qin Juexiang laughed and said, "Hey. Why don't you want to die now?" Xia Zenghui said, "This poison dosage does not kill you. But it just makes people die half-dead. It's even worse than death." Qin Juexiang grabbed the bottles of medicine from the snow and asked, "Which is it?" Xia Zenghui said, "That bottle is yellow." Qin Juexiang relaxed his hand. The other bottles fell to the ground. The bottle of yellow was left in his hand. He put it in his arms. He said, "I can't die for a while. If you ask you, hurry up and say it. This is your poison. You always know it's amazing."

The toxins began to run away. Xia Zenghui's face was so painful that his muscles shook. He took a deep breath and said quickly: "Juhao Pavilion is the biggest threat to our alliance. We will provoke your dispute first. We will suffer a loss. Our alliance will have a better chance of winning. But we didn't expect you to fight and reconcile again. We then made a bad move to take advantage of the situation to frame Juhao Pavilion. Because people in the alliance are prone to leaking white, so all the gatherings are all good players lurking outside. Take me as an example. I am hiding in the Diancang Sect. I am just an unknown knight. No one knows that I am very good at martial arts and can't reveal anything. I have done anything bad. I can't doubt my head."

Chang Sihao frowned and said, "Whose planners are these? They are also Jing Wenzhong."

Xia Zenghui said: "It's the leader of the Zheng family."

Chang Sihao said angrily: "Fart."

Qin Juexiang gritted his teeth: "I knew that Lao Zheng was not authentic. I didn't expect them to be so despicable." Chang Sihao hurriedly said, "Juexiang. Don't believe him easily. This man is good at disguising himself. He is an old liar. His words may not be true." Xia Zenghui said sternly: "What I said is the fact. You don't want to believe it yourself. Don't blame me." Chang Sihao was about to punch again. Qin Juexiang stopped him: "Brother, think about it carefully. After entering Beijing, Lao Zheng and you are quite polite. But no matter how he taught you real things, his affection was false. Lao Jing hid a knife in his smile. It was not a good cake. These people were spinning with the officials in the capital. They were happy on the surface and moved the knife behind their backs. It was normal."

Chang Sihao stared at him like a bell. His iron fists made the joints ring. I thought that at that time, he sat against the leader Zheng and drank porridge all night. What he said and said, what the Jian family's ambitions and good deeds to govern the country were fake?

"The Hundred Swords Alliance is a place where dirty and dirty things are hidden. The alliance is full of wolfish ambitions and shameless people. Liao is ashamed to join him..."

...If it really responds to Liao Gushi's words, the Hundred Swords Alliance's words and actions are really cold... I will never. I will definitely not.

At this time, Xia Zenghui became more and more painful. He could not bite his tongue and committed suicide. He couldn't help but beg for it. Chang Sihao said coldly: "The antidote can be given to you. I can even spare your life. But I want you to confront Zheng and Jing in person. Do you do it?"

Xia Zenghui had a little hesitation in his eyes. He asked, "When are you going to go?"

Chang Sihao said: "Go back to the city."

Xia Zenghui hesitated and said, "You can really spare me."

Chang Sihao said: "Chang has always been trustworthy."

Xia Zenghui said: "Okay."

Chang Sihao winked. Qin Juexiang took out the yellow medicine bottle and opened the lid. He poured some in his palm and asked, "Take a few." Xia Zenghui stared at the pill and said, "Half." Qin Juexiang twisted one and put it on his mouth. He was about to bite it open. Suddenly his eyes turned evil and cursed, "Damn it, do you think I am a filial son? Why do you fuck you? Grandma's legs?" He threw the pill in his mouth and said, "Bite by yourself." Xia Zenghui was resentful and his mouth was twisted. His teeth almost fell off. He had to try hard to find two that could match up and down to bite.
Chapter completed!