It's about to come to night.

"It's here." Yan Jingchen stopped and turned around and said.

"Are you sure it's here?" Luo Feiyu frowned and looked forward, but there was only a sad scene of weeds. In the desolation was a ruin, which seemed to be the ruins of a wealthy sect. It seemed particularly deserted under the gradually falling spring rain. In this prosperous Luoyang city, it seemed particularly abrupt.

Yan Jingchen nodded.

"Such a desolate scene is perfect for your Muhuai sword intent." Luo Feiyu still did not let go of his guard.

"Young Master Luo is really joking. Yan no longer knows the Three Mu Huai Swords. What's the use of this desolate sword intent?" Yan Jingchen lowered his head and smiled, then crossed the sword pointed at by Luo Feiyu and came to his side. "Yan has brought this road here. As for how Mr. Luo should go next, it's not something I can decide."

"I will walk my own way." Luo Feiyu withdrew his sword, his tone was a little dissatisfied, "Why do you need to make a decision for me?"

"You go by yourself?" As if you heard a joke, Yan Jingchen laughed inappropriately. After a moment, he shook his head and held the hilt of Mu Huai's sword tightly, "I hope."

After leaving this sentence, he left without looking back.

After Luo Feiyu calmed down his emotions slightly, he turned his head and looked at the ruins from afar, raised his true energy and shouted: "Brother Gu!"

"Brother Gu!"

Gu Jingyao only felt the scene in front of him gathering and dispersing like fog.

In a blink of an eye, we arrived at a villa covered with green willows.

The boy in black and carrying a sword bag came to him.

Little did they know that in the rainy rain, the boy also came to him.

Luo Feiyu looked at the scene in front of him, and Gu Jingyao sat on a ruin that had collapsed for many years with a painful expression on his face, and he seemed to have already traveled far away.

"Brother Gu! I'm here!" Luo Feiyu was a little happy and shouted loudly.

But he was shocked by the sound of a gong.

The sound of the gong should have been a noisy thing, but it was as quiet as death in the night, which made people feel inexplicably uneasy.

"Who is it!" Luo Feiyu hurriedly raised his head, but found that there was no one around.

Only the rain stops and dim, and the night falls silent.

It was so quiet that it was frightening.

But Luo Feiyu suppressed the fear in his heart little by little. He understood that if he delayed the previous moment, his brother would be more dangerous and even fall into a deadlock that could not be controlled by him. He raised his true energy and lifted his sword suddenly.

It is a powerful sword energy.

After two years of practicing swords like a demon, then being taught by his master's wife's old friend, and then being tempered by Quandu's life and death, Luo Feiyu is no longer the same as before. He urgently needs a death battle to verify his current state.

This sword cut off the raindrops.

Even Gu Jingyao was deeply trapped in the illusion and felt this powerful sword energy. He frowned slightly, but he still couldn't wake up.

"Good sword energy." Within a moment, a white shadow holding a gong floated out of the ruins, emitting a monstrous ghostly aura.

Luo Feiyu was sure that he had read it correctly, and it was indeed floating out, and the air seemed to solidify at this moment. He hurriedly raised his sword and pointed at the gong-held white shadow, "Who are you? Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Is it a human or a ghost? Even I don't know. What qualifications do you have to know?" Baiying, the harness of the harness, sneered, and was about to knock on the harness.

But it was held by a jade-like hand.

"I almost went to the underworld and came to this colorful Luoyang City, which really damaged the scenery here."

The gong cried away the smile, narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned to look at the white clothes, "Young Master Mo."

A quarter of an hour ago.

The man holding an umbrella suddenly stopped on an eaves, and the incomplete woman on the umbrella said softly: "Huacheng Luoyang is really beautiful."

Ren Shaohua also stopped and looked at them from afar, with a serious expression.

"I wonder what the young master thinks?" The incomplete woman turned her head slightly.

"Why is the route you have taken for me the one that is recorded in the lonely boat at that time?" Although Ren Shaohua answered the questions irrelevantly, his tone became colder and colder.

"Young Master is not the time to consider these things now." The infatuated woman smiled and raised her hand to point forward. "What the young master should do now is to go there. There is someone the young master wants to kill."

"What if I want to kill you before killing that person?" Ren Shaohua raised his white clothes slightly.

"It's already night, young master." The incomplete woman suddenly said.

"It's night?" Ren Shaohua subconsciously raised his head. Although the drizzle continued, the sky was indeed dark. Against the backdrop of the moonlight, the falling raindrops could barely be seen, and it was a mess. Suddenly, he raised the folding fan in his hand and smashed the oncoming water blade. After watching the water blade turn into rain again, Ren Shaohua looked up and looked forward, but found that there was no one in the place where the man holding the umbrella was originally located, only the curling blue smoke was left.

"At night, the young master can only continue to move forward. If you want to find another way out, you will definitely lose your way in this dark night." The woman's words with some kindness remained in her ears, "In the dark night, someone will guide the young master to the other side of death."

"It's still a group of guys who like to be mysterious at night." Ren Shaohua lowered his head and sneered, "Since his wife has become a monk and a nun, who will be the one who commands them?"

"Ren Shaohua? It's a good thing!" Luo Feiyu laughed and said, "Hurry and remove the things in this ghost's hand!"

"I know without you saying it." Ren Shaohua stretched out his right palm and slapped at the chest of the gong. It was the mighty flower ember.

Because the wrist was held and unable to dodge, the palm was taken down by the force. But what Ren Shaohua unexpectedly was that his palm was deeply trapped in the chest of the Luoluo Yincai. At the same time, he also felt an extremely powerful suction force, which stuck his palm on it.

"You!" Ren Shaohua looked up, but saw a strange smile like a dead person.

At this moment, several sword energy slashed like a sudden rain.

Luo Feiyu was swinging his sword crazyly below.

It actually gave Ren Shaohua a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation.

Ren Shaohua seized this glimmer of life, and his whole body dissipated like smoke. When he appeared again, he was next to Luo Feiyu.

"The most evil technique, the bone that transforms marrow?" Ren Shaohua frowned slightly.

"Muscles, bones, blood and flesh, are not suitable for me." The gong chanted and slapped his head slightly and looked at the two of them.

"It's a pity that you have no chance." Ren Shaohua suddenly raised his hand, holding the upper half of the gong hammer that was broken by him.

The Luo was stunned for a moment, looked at the wooden pole in his hand, and said angrily: "You!"

"Dropping off the gong hammer, you'll have no idea!" Luo Feiyu took out his ears.

"Well! Well!" The roar crow shouted angrily, threw away the wooden pole, held the white robe in both hands, and smashed it on the forehead-

A cold gong sounded.

"Can ghosts still know the iron-headed skills?" Luo Feiyu looked at Ren Shaohua with confusion.

But before Ren Shaohua could respond, Luo Feiyu felt a violent fluctuation coming from the front.

Gu Jingyao suddenly opened his eyes.

PS: Happy New Year’s Eve, friends~
Chapter completed!