Shanshou died.

Just when Huangfu Tairen was rescued by Jiang Jiyue, he committed suicide by taking poison.

Ye Qingxuan, Nie Xingxie and Meng Yuanyun were all in a mess. Relying on the unpredictable skills of ghosts and gods, they quietly walked on the houses of Luodu City and moved quickly.

Looking back, the sky-surge of the Xingyuan Palace has caused a sensation in half of the city.

There were crowds of people on the streets, and people were pointing fingers and talking from time to time.

The three of them stopped by the shore of Xizi Lake and looked at each other, which was filled with joy.

On the banks of Xizi Lake, although the willows on the shore are already blew, the autumn wind is refreshing, the river is gurgling, and a few small boats are floating on the water. The old man in the straw raincoat eats a sip of old wine, and the cormorant that leaps onto the bow of the boat with a fat fish, flaps his wings, and screams at the old man for credit.

The world is peaceful, and there is no tense atmosphere of war coming.

Suddenly, the three of them silently ignored the words, quietly looking at the beautiful scenery in front of them, letting time pass.

Nie Xingxie suddenly sighed rare and said lightly: "If one day, people can reason without using swords and swords, I will find a lake, learn from this old man, and cook a fish on the lake, and drink a pot of old wine."

"I'm going to quit the world?" Meng Yuanyun asked with a smile.

Nie Xing smiled evilly but said nothing, but in his nostalgic expression, he still let the Buddha see the free days of himself and his wife working from sunrise and resting at sunset. His wife's appearance suddenly turned into Lan Ya. Nie Xingxie thought about it, and his face turned red.

"So it's Sichun." Meng Yuanyun covered her mouth and chuckled, turned her head, looked at Ye Qingxuan, and asked, "Ye Zi, the world is in trouble, are you going to quit the world?"

Ye Qingxuan said lightly: "There are disputes where there are people, and there are disputes where there are wars. People are wars. How can you quit?"

The two looked at each other, surprised Ye Qingxuan could say such philosophical words.

Ye Qingxuan smiled awkwardly and said, "Anyway, I hope I will live a simple life without moving my sword."

"There is a long way to go."

Meng Yuanyun fell to the ground with all his backs, pulled out a dog-tail grass and held it in his mouth, allowing the bitter taste of the grass stem to melt among the taste buds.

"We can finally take a step tonight." Ye Qingxuan gently brushed the blade of the full moon scimitar, looked at the poem "Little Building Listen to Spring Rain overnight" above, and said lightly: "Eliminating Yuan Laizhou will be the most determined step we have... and then the next... The danger in the world always has its roots. If one person can save the people, I should kill them!"

After looking at the beautiful scenery by the lake with nostalgia, Nie Xingxie's eyes flashed, he turned around and returned to a cold voice and said, "Let's go. The bright moon is in the sky tonight, which is a good time to kill people."

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The heads of the mountain servant and the fire servant were hung high on the flagpole.

Because Shi Lin dismembered the body, the head was not protected.

The East China Sea and Yingzhou have long been in a state of dying. Such an obvious provocation is a great improvement in one's morale and is also an only way to arouse the enemy's anger.

It was getting late.

In the hall of the Donghai Pavilion, everyone was sitting quietly. Many people were nervous and kept wiping the already shiny swords, waiting for the most intense battle moment.

"Ziyihou" Gui Haiyi was lying leisurely and half-lying on his comfortable dragon chaise, looking through a picture-like book without any trouble.

Liu Qingyan's eyes swept over "Shuai Tianfan" who closed his eyes and rested, and was very grateful for his morning actions.

Donghai Tingchao Pavilion, which was obviously at a disadvantage, gained amazing momentum after his decisive attack.

The enemy of Yingzhou is nothing but this.

The lights are on.

Lin Nanxuan and Xiao Bugan came to the back of a Chinese house without distinction, looking at the brightly lit courtyard of the Donghai Pavilion, looking at each other and smiling, full of deep friendship with sincerity.

On the surface, the East China Sea Tourist Pavilion was quiet and the wind was calm, and there was no sign of restlessness in the Yingzhou area because of Ye Qingxuan's fire burning the palace.

Chao Kuangtu, Wu Xiaoshan, Wu Zhangbai, Jin Huanzhao, Le Lang, Hua Zixing, as well as his father-in-law, Xue Renshen, Xi Liantian and several masters led by them all came to them one after another, with a huge lineup.

With Lin Nanxuan here, no one thinks the other party is terrible.

It was really hard for them to imagine that their master had a close relationship with Lingyun Palace and immediately became more confident in their future. They no longer felt miserable by others' control.

Especially Wu Xiaoshan, the "tiger cynic" looked even more excited. He could finally justify himself and be a human being.

As the Lord of Lingyun Palace, one of the two holy places, the impact on martial arts people is unimaginable.

Lin Nanxuan focused his eyes deeply on the target, just like a hunter looking at his prey, his eyes shining brightly, but with a sense of leisure and neatness. Unspeakable romantic and elegant.

Most of the people around have never seen Lin Nanxuan, let alone his attack. But the excitement in his heart is beyond words. It is absolutely an incomparable honor to be able to fight alongside such a famous unparalleled swordsman.

The old man stepped forward silently, looked at Lin Nanxuan and said slowly: "If you fight today, I'm afraid those demons hiding in the dark can't sit still."

Lin Nanxuan smiled slightly and said, "It's time to open the trump card. A hundred years of premeditation, both the Demon Sect and the Outer Region have endured to the limit. We can take action with the thunder and can pull them out. Eliminate the evil spirits, and the demons will definitely be given the title. If they can't bear it anymore, then wait and see us deal with these demons and monsters."

Xiao Bugan narrowed his eyes slightly, pointed to the East China Sea Pavilion in the distance, and said, "Tonight's battle will definitely prevent Yingzhou from turning over for a hundred years."

Lin Nanxuan smiled at the sky and said, "That's what it should be. It's just right to warn other foreign experts that the Central Plains are not something they can covet whenever they can. However, a battle tonight is not as easy as imagined. Yingzhou has been planning for many years, and at this time it will definitely be a full blow, and there will be no hidden hand. Otherwise, the century-old plan will fail and no one can afford it."

Lin Nanxuan raised his head and sighed, and said lightly: "Have you arranged it all?"

Hua Zixing stepped forward and responded with a spirit of spirit: "All people are ambushing the planned stronghold and laying a net of heaven and earth. As long as the enemy enters the East China Sea Pavilion, no matter which direction the enemy wants to break through, we have the ability to cut it off. Of course, except for those special masters."

Xiao Bugan waved his hand and sneered: "It's okay, those masters with names and surnames are our dishes. You just need to be responsible for the other people's hands."

“No problem.”

Lin Nanxuan seemed casual in this action, but in fact, he had a solution after making a decision.
Chapter completed!