Chunmu narrowed his eyes, and his mouth blew gently, and the tip of his nose was filled with poisonous gouache and fell into his sleeve.

Qiu Shui's puppet silver threads that were originally wrapped around her fingers were loosened at some point, entangled with each other, emitting a bitter cold light under the sunlight.

Xiao Haochen's seemingly frivolous movements, coupled with the dull words, would most people feel that this was full of irony, and Chunmu and the other two were no exception. Xiao Haochen's contempt for Bai Chengzhou undoubtedly inspired their murderous nature that had been suppressed for a long time.

"Just words." Xiao Haochen naturally felt the oncoming murderous spirit, but just smiled faintly, "Don't take it seriously."

"Since it is a heartfelt statement, how can we not take it seriously?" Bai Chengzhou's long sleeves flowed like the spring breeze.

Xiao Haochen sighed, "It's really boring."

"The headmaster is an interesting person." Bai Chengzhou lowered his head and suddenly raised his sleeves. He pointed at Xiao Haochen in his sleeve, but turned the killer moves revealed by Chunmu and Qiushui back to its original state.

"It's because this world is so interesting." Xiao Haochen laughed.

At this moment, his actions were inappropriate.

But he still smiled.

Smile unconcealed.

Bai Chengzhou raised his eyebrows.

Why did the Taoist priest who just spoke ill of them suddenly laugh and talk about something interesting or not in this world?

Could it be that everything he did just now was pretending?

Or maybe they all misunderstood. The seemingly frivolous behavior of the Taoist priest just now sounded like a sarcastic word, but in fact, it might be as he said, it was really his "heartfelt words".

"It's really hard to figure it out." Bai Chengzhou shook his head.

The red robe tower owner also looked at Xiao Haochen thoughtfully.

She tried hard to recall the only few meetings she had with the head coach back then.

And every time I meet, it is to save Murong Haoyue.

But I always feel that there is always something behind him saving Murong Haoyue, an unknown secret.

"It's been delayed for a long time." Xiao Haochen swept the strings of the piano and the sound of the piano suddenly broke out.

The Du Huai Palace.

Mo Haochen swung his sword violently.

The dust of the plum blossoms gathered at his and Murong Haoyue's feet. Mo Haochen swept the sword again, and the dust immediately condensed into three lotus flowers. It just looked shaking and seemed to wither at any time.

"The Taoist Three Flowers Gathering the Top of the Top of the Tao?" Yan Jingchen, who was standing by, was shocked. In order to avenge, he had studied the Wudang Taoist Dharma deeply, and naturally included the three flowers Gathering the Top of the Top. The so-called three flowers Gathering the Top of the Top are always refined in the body, using "element, energy, and spirit" as the soil to generate the three flowers, and finally gather in the top, so that the five energys can never invade and the five energys can reach the Yuan Dynasty. But at this moment, Mo Haochen has never even heard of the miracle that the three flowers Gathering the Top of the Top of the Top shows the magical power of nature, let alone seen it.

"A flower has not fallen!" Mo Haochen smashed it with a sword.

The supreme mysterious force actually made one of the lotus flowers stop the collapse and bloom in advance.

"I'm going to have a lifetime." Mo Haochen shouted with his sword.

The mysterious momentum flowed across the board, and took the lotus from the ground and penetrated into Murong Haoyue's body.

"The day before death." Another sword.

The two lotus bloom at the same time.

"There is still a time to meet again." The lotus rose with the sword.

The black fog dissipated.

The little bit of anger that Murong Haoyue hid between her eyebrows was slowly dissipating.

Mo Haochen withdrew his sword and returned to the sheath and let out a long sigh.

"I seem to understand why Yu Yin accepted you as his disciple." Yan Jingchen suddenly said.

"After all, they all call me the little emperor." Mo Haochen looked proud.

Murong Haoyue opened her eyes.

"Where is he?"

This is the first question Murong Haoyue asked after regained consciousness.

"He, the scenery is so glorious at this moment." Mo Haochen naturally knew who Murong Haoyue was asking. Because he knew very well that even if all the demonic thoughts in Murong Haoyue's heart had dissipated, he would still find that person to settle some past events.

Mo Haochen raised his scabbard and pointed to the heights.

High?

For some reason, he remembered that when he accompanied Ling Pengyue to leave Luoyang two years ago, he took a look at the city on the mountain outside the city. At that time, the ascension ceremony of the Lord of Tianji Pavilion was being held.

Under that glance, the red-clothed fire seemed to be old friends as old as before.

It must be an illusion.

"I understand." Murong Haoyue nodded, carried the Zixiao Thunder Box and walked outside the courtyard.

"Murong!" Yan Jingchen was about to say something, but what he responded to was only his back that had never turned back.

Yan Jingchen did not dare to go forward, so he had to send him away in silence.

In Zhuquetai, the Taiping music has been half over.

"It's raining." Xiao Haochen saw a drop of rain falling on the piano.

"This rain is very timely." Emperor Jingyang, who was on the top of the cloud, lowered his head slightly and looked at the altar indifferently, "It is also a good thing to die in the rain."

"He should have died in the rare heavy rain that year." Kong Wenliang waved his feather fan suddenly, "died on the desert."

"And today, his blood will melt in this rain."

The eight men in black on the altar sneaked into the rain with their swords.

Go towards Mo Wendong in the middle!

At this time, a figure in gray robe, holding a sword, walked out of the crowd and stepped onto the steps.

Mo Wendong still closed his eyes tightly and held his sword to raise the sky.

He had long been immersed in the state of seeking the Dharma, and seemed to have no idea about everything around him. He allowed the eight long swords covered with poison to come to his side.

The detox of Xiangxi, the moon of the River Styx.

Just touch a little, the whole body will melt into a pool of clear water.

After being washed by rain, there will be no trace soon.

The Lord of the present day wants him to die.

He had to use the most fatal blow at his weakest moment, and he would die even more!

"It's still an inch away!" Emperor Jingyang shouted in a low voice.

But at this time, all eight swords were broken, and the sound of breaking seemed particularly crisp in the rain. The eight killers with extremely skilled stealth skills also appeared in the rain.

At the same time, the gray robe has arrived at the court.

"There is an assassin!" Someone in the audience said in surprise. Because the sound of the sword broke very well with the appearance of the gray robe, no one saw the actual situation on the altar clearly. Almost everyone thought that this person was the culprit of the sword broke away. He used this move to provoke the Regal.

Countless masters from the world rushed out of the stage.

Boxing, palm, fingering, sword, sword, and gun.

Even all things in the world.

Like rain falling.

The man in gray robe raised his head slightly, raised his thumb, and moved the sword slightly out of an inch.

In an instant, the "rain" stopped.

The rain is still falling.

He looked forward.

Sixty-four disciples of Shushan were still dancing their swords, but the beads of sweat couldn't stop falling down. But fortunately, the man in gray robe did not want to make things difficult for them, but just walked slowly through the sixty-four swords.

The sixty-four swords, without exception, were all broken.

And the only intact sword has left the scabbard and crossed the field of justice—
Chapter completed!