Dongfang Ce, Yang Fu, and Zhang Lan searched along the White Horse Temple and soon discovered traces of the masters fighting.

On a dark street not far from White Horse Temple, the houses on both sides have been ruined, with bloodstains on the ground. On the entire paved road with bluestone, sword wind's true energy was cut with tragic scars, as if a giant beast was fighting here.

"This is cut out by sword energy."

The bearded Yang Fu stood in front of a collapsed house and said to Zhang Lan beside him:

"It must be a master of swordsmanship. He exploded his true qi sword move here, and his sword was extremely fast. Look at the walls of this house, there are still more than a dozen sword marks left, so it must be a move in an instant."

He leaned on a long knife at his waist, touched his bearded man, and sighed repeatedly:

"This Luoyang party really opened Yang's eyes. I claim to be good at swordsmanship with Yin-Yang Knife, but I'm afraid I can't walk thirty moves in front of this master."

"That's right, this is Lu Guizang."

Zhang Lan looked indifferent.

He posed a fan and said:

"Since the sword king was abolished by the witch, he has been the hottest place on the earth list and has a family heritage. It will not be difficult to be on the heavenly list in the future.

But Brother Yang, do you really want to keep your beard forever?"

Zhang Lan glanced at Yang Fu and said:

"I heard from that guy Shen Qiu that you made a vow that you would not defeat him for a day and not be bearded for a day... Tsk tsk, with that guy's martial arts progress, your beard will probably be kept until death."

"Hahaha"

Yang Fu laughed, but he didn't care at all.

He said:

"I just said that I could cultivate my beard and show my ambition, but I didn't say that I couldn't prune it.

Besides, I, Yang, was really convinced when looking at what Shen Qiu did today. I have such a heroic confidant in life and can still talk about sword skills from time to time. What else can I ask for?

If you keep this beard, just keep it, it looks a little older. Then Shen Qiu has also had a beard, but his style is a bit strange."

"That beard is not with long hair."

Speaking of dressing up, Zhang Lan became interested. He put away the folding fan, drew a circle on his hair, and said:

"I also asked him specifically, saying that I was going to have long hair and make it short and broken hair, which made me look better. Unfortunately, my young master's face is handsome and not suitable for beards. It's a pity."

"You two are very leisurely."

Dongfang Ce's voice sounded from behind, and the seven swordsmen grabbed the Xuansnake Sword and said to the two:

"I'll ask you to help me. When you're talking about clothes and dressing up, follow me. I've found the traces. Guizang and others are not far ahead, and I'm afraid they'll be better."

The hero Chunyang's face was also relaxed, he said:

"After all, there is no need to worry."

The three of them moved forward and walked along the quiet street. Soon after, they came to a yard, which was the yard of a wealthy businessman.

But tonight, the family probably went to take refuge.

"Yo, look at who this is."

Zhang Lan fell in the yard and saw the young master Hua Qing who was leaning against the tree in the yard, grinning and tying a bandage to him.

When he was in Suzhou, he also met both of them.

But Zhang Lan had never seen such a embarrassed side of this immortal disciple.

The Confucian robe on Hua Qing's body was torn and ragged, as if it was scratched by a sharp weapon, like a strip of cloth, scattered like an original beggar outfit.

Blood was stained with blood on his body, a linen was wrapped around his left hand, and blood was oozing out.

"Isn't this a child of our fairy family, the young master of Huaqing?"

Zhang Lan stood beside Hua Qing with a humble look, leaning her head to look, and seemed to be kind enough to raise the candle beside her to illuminate Hua Qing.

The latter sat cross-legged on the ground and glared at Zhang Lan angrily. He looked up and down and said with a sneer:

"You slut, you have the nerve to say to me. Look at yourself like this. You are simply rolling in a bucket of water, your bloody smell is so stinking. Stay away from me!"

He threw out the Jinchanzi's flying sickle and forced Zhang Lan to retreat several steps. The latter was dodging around with his body, but he was not hit by the flying sickle.

He smiled and took a few steps back, held the candlelight and said to Huaqing:

"Aren't you traveling around the world? Why did you get involved in Luoyang? Dongfang Ce said you ambush Qu Xie, is this, you won?"

"nonsense."

Hua Qing was injured at this time and limped when she got up and walked. He said unhappily:

"The three of them went together, including Lu Guizang, and Jianjun sacrificed himself as bait and used poison. If I can't win this way, what kind of world can I experience?

Don’t bother me, I’m going to ask Qu Xie for some things, you can play with it yourself.”

"Don't do this."

Zhang Lan put it on like a dog skin plaster, he followed Hua Qing for a few steps and said:

"I said earlier that you must have something to do when you enter the world. Let me listen to it this time. This young master is also a decent person now, so don't alienate me so much."

"It's not that you won't listen."

Hua Qing turned around and chuckled, saying:

"I'm afraid that you won't be able to save your life if you listen. You can go there."

He pointed to the left wing room and said:

"There is someone over there who always wanted to see you, but because of all kinds of worries, she couldn't show up to meet her. She really fought for her life tonight. She was seriously injured at this time and needed help in urgent need.

You go and see her."

After saying that, the flower greens moved up and lifted the line, and flew into the right courtyard in a flash.

Zhang Lan held the folding fan and glanced at the house behind him. He pursed his lips and hesitated, but finally took a step.

Yang Fuzhe protected Dongfang Ce to the Intermediate Court.

As soon as the two entered the door, they saw Lu Guizang closing his eyes and breathing in the room. The green clothes of the Ningbo Swordsman were stained with blood. There were three bloody wounds on his chest and abdomen.

Qu Xie had a desperate attempt before, and the fish intestine spike was bursting Wushuang, almost cutting off Lu Guizang's internal organs. If Shen Lan hadn't blocked a move, Lu Guizang would have definitely not be so injured.

This battle is really dangerous.

Even though the Red Demon Lord was not in full bloom and was weak due to his essence and blood being taken away, the number one assassin in the world who had been in power for decades still made these people in the world frightened.

"Guizang!"

When Dongfang Ce saw his friend being injured, he quickly stepped forward, and Lu Guizang opened his eyes.

When he saw Dongfang Ce covered in blood and his face was a little pale, he also endured the pain and stood up, with concern in his eyes. The two of them held each other in their hands, Lu Guizang asked softly:

"Dongfang, you are fighting in the military formation, but are you injured?"

"My little injury is not worth mentioning, just adjust your breath overnight."

Dongfang Ce helped Lu Guizang sit on the chair. He bent down and looked at the three bloody wounds on Lu Guizang's body. His eyes were full of anxiety and he kept taking out various porcelain bottles of medicine from his wide sleeves.

The meaning of concern is beyond words.

The candlelight swayed, the two men in the room were tender and the friendship was sincere, Yang Fu was stunned at the door.

This bearded man has become a relative. Although he has no children, he is also very affectionate with his wife in Jinan. Although he has heard about Longyang during his young life.

But I never thought that a man’s strong friendship could reach this point.

The bearded man's mind was shocked.

He pursed his lips, looked at the two good men in front of him with only each other in their eyes, and felt that it was a shame to stand here, and he didn't dare to go forward, so he was at a loss, gently covered the door, and quietly retreated out.

"I saw nothing..."

Yang Fu said this to himself several times, and saw that Zhang Lan in the yard was gone. He also thought that there were several places here, so he was afraid that there would be no problem.

He got up and ran out of the yard and went back to the White Horse Temple. He was still worried about Chen Qiu's injuries.

However, he led Chen Qiu as his confidant, and Chen Qiu was also a passionate man. He and Shen Qiu would not develop into Dongfang Ce as well...

"Bang"

Yang Fu gently slapped himself, telling him not to think randomly.

I kept recalling the face and figure of my wife, as well as interesting stories between the couple.

He quickly stepped forward and disappeared into the night.

Zhang Lan just pushed open the door and saw a knife slashing towards him. It was very fast, but he lost his ingenuity. He was blocked by Zhang Lan with a folding fan. Only then did he see clearly the person coming.

"Xiuhe..."

Zhang Lan saw Xiuhe wearing a black dress and a hat in front of her, holding a scarlet Japanese knife in her hand. Under the veil, she couldn't see clearly, but her movements were stiff, but she was no longer a living thing.

Master Xihua lamented in his heart, it was such a poor life for beauty.

"Xiuhe, come back."
To be continued...