"Yan Jingchen, you stinky pretty boy, get out of here."

"You little pretty boy squatting on the latrine of the Muhuai throne but unable to poop, come and see your grandpa Fei if you dare!"

Luo Feiyu was scolding and running along the way, but the man never appeared in front of him. He couldn't help but slow down and thought to himself: "As far as I know, this pretty boy is the least likely to be scolded. Why do I scold him so much?"

We've been following him all this way and he hasn't shown up yet?"

Before Luo Feiyu could think about it, he heard a roar not far away, and in an instant, purple thunder was like a torch.

"Is it the old man's Zixiao Thunder Box? Who is he fighting with? Is it that pretty boy?" Luo Feiyu's eyes were filled with blood. He could see the owner of the purple thunder at a glance, and he hurriedly activated it the next moment.

The inner strength of the sword veins, feeling the sword intention against the thunder box.

"It's not the Mu Huai Sword, it's..." Luo Feiyu's face was filled with astonishment, and he was stunned for a moment, "What a strong sword intention!"

Luo Feiyu hurriedly set off and ran towards the intersection of sword intentions.

Soon, he arrived at his destination. It was a lobby. Logically speaking, this should be the most important place for the wedding, but at this moment it was severely damaged. Many places were reduced to ruins. Except for two Taoist priests inside,

Outside of a fight, there is no third person.

On that day, Yin Yin Sanren had already used up a lot of internal energy when he was the leader in maintaining the Seven Star Tongchen Formation. In addition, Luo Feiyu had the blessing of Gongsun Shiliu's highest level of internal energy, and he was able to kill several thunder swords in a row.

.At this moment, Yin Yin Sanren is in full strength, and the young Taoist priest in front of him has not fallen behind at all.

"These two people used their killing moves!" Luo Feiyu watched the battle for a while and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Yes, they are all killing moves." A gloomy yet gentle voice echoed him.

"We see the same thing." Luo Feiyu smiled and nodded, subconsciously looking at the person next to him. When he saw the person's profile clearly, he exclaimed: "Yan Jingchen!"

Yan Jingchen was still watching the exchange between Murong Haoyue and Yinyin Sanren, "Why is Mr. Luo so elegant and interested in coming to see this good show?"

Luo Feiyu squinted his eyes, his gaze gradually becoming harsh.

Yan Jingchen looked a little lost in thought, "Since Mr. Luo is here, you might as well comment on this play."

Luo Feiyu imitated Yan Jingchen's tone and said: "Since it is a play directed by King Mu Huai, how can I dare to say 'no'."

Yan Jingchen withdrew his gaze and squinted at Luo Feiyu, "I think this is the first time that Mr. Luo has been so respectful to Yan. I am not used to the words 'Prince Mu Huai'."

"But didn't you still accept it happily?" Luo Feiyu sneered, "But you have to be clear about this 'King of Mu Huai'."

"You don't deserve it!" Luo Feiyu suddenly kicked Yan Jingchen.

Yan Jingchen blocked the kick with his hand. When Luo Feiyu wanted to take his foot back, he strangely found that his ankle was pinched by something out of thin air. He couldn't help being shocked, "This is not your Yan family."

The martial arts of Mu Huai’s Three Swords!”

"So what?" Yan Jingchen glanced at Luo Feiyu briefly and flicked his foot.

Luo Feiyu took a few steps back and stood firm. When he looked at Yan Jingchen again, he saw the Yin Qi lingering around Yan Jingchen's body, which was very eerie. He couldn't help but froze, "What are you..."

"I have important things to do and I don't have time to bother with you." Yan Jingchen dropped these words coldly, got up and walked away.

Luo Feiyu was about to use Qinggong to catch up, but he felt a biting coldness coming from the ankle he had just kicked out. He couldn't adapt to it for a while, so he could only kneel on the ground and watch Yan Jingchen walk away, cursing angrily.

:"damn it!"

On the other side, Gongsun Shilian was still looking for Tang Yuxuan.

"Yuxuan!"

At this time, more than a dozen maidservants seemed to have seen something terrible and ran from behind Gongsun Shiliu screaming. Gongsun Shiliu grabbed a maidservant and asked: "What happened?"

"Everyone on the Lanmei stage has fallen down. Miss, please run away quickly." The maid trembled and ran away.

Gongsun Shilian was extremely anxious. It seemed that the poisonous trap set by Tang Yuxuan had begun to take effect. The top priority was to find her as soon as possible.

The dusk has turned brown, and it has fallen into the night. The crescent moon is like a hook, hanging high in the sky. The stars in early April are very dense, and they are reflected in the clear Qinhuai River, blinking twinklingly.

However, no one in Yanfu had the heart to appreciate it.

Lanmei Terrace has been reduced to a purgatory.

Almost all the banquet goers collapsed to the ground.

As for why there are no "bodies everywhere", it's because no one has died yet.

This poison is very subtle. It can make a person's life worse than death, with all internal energy lost, limbs weak, deafness and muteness. However, if the poisoner does not detonate the poison again, you will not die no matter how painful it is.

Not only because this poison maker knows the right way to prepare the poison, but also because this poison kills the possibility of your committing suicide.

If the internal strength is completely lost, one cannot cut off the meridians by oneself; one's limbs are weak and one cannot hold a sharp weapon to commit suicide; one is deaf and mute, and even those who want to commit suicide by biting their tongue do not have the strength to bite their teeth.

A man dressed in white fell into the plum blossom terrace.

Yan Jingchen watched everything in front of him expressionlessly. Mu Huai's sword was unsheathed, and the tragic defeat was revealed in the dusk.

He originally thought that on the day when he avenges his father and brother, his heart would be relieved and liberated. Only when this day finally came, he realized that the ashes in his heart could no longer be wiped away.

Because, on top of the original ash, a thicker layer of ash is covered.

Yan Jingchen walked with his sword in hand, looking down at the desperate eyes of those who were poisoned.

"Five years ago, I must have been so desperate."

Yan Jingchen smiled and suddenly raised his head, only to see a man looking at him.

Even though he collapsed helplessly on the ground, his eyes were full of hatred. Yan Jingchen believed that if this man could still move now, he would definitely kill him with a knife.

Yan Jingchen sneered and walked over slowly.

The steps are very light, like a poisonous snake secretly spitting messages.

After walking up to the man, he sent the Muhuai Sword straight into the man's chest.

The blood splattered on his mourning clothes, and the shape was very beautiful, like wintersweet blooming in the snow.

High hall.

Yin Yin Sanren controlled two thunder swords to fly up, leaving fragments of afterimages in the air, forming an arc and spinning towards Murong Haoyue.

Murong Haoyue raised his sword in the air and counted, and the ethereal sword intent surged wildly on the sword, shaking the two thunder swords away.

Yinyin Sanren hurriedly took back the thunder sword, "I didn't expect that you are not only skilled in sword control, but also in swordsmanship!"

"Do you know why I have to use swordsmanship today?" Murong Haoyue suddenly asked as he swung his sword fiercely.

"Why?"

"Because, when you took me as a disciple when I was five years old, you taught me swordsmanship. Later, when my master saw me, he knew that I was a child of swordsmanship, so I became a disciple of my master and learned swordsmanship.

The art of the sword.”

Yinyin Sanren frowned, "Are the two related?"

Murong Haoyue changed her previous calmness and calmness, "Later, Master told me that you had actually seen that I was ready to learn the art of sword control, but you didn't dare to teach me. You were afraid of teaching me. The Zixiao Lei behind you

Sooner or later, the box will fall on my back, and your reputation in the world and your immortality will plummet!"

If people in the world talk about the Wu-Tang Clan, there are two people they cannot avoid.

These two people will not be Murong Haoyue and Xiao Haochen, the rising stars of Wudang.

But Yu Yin and Yin Yin.

There were two brothers, one was good at channeling and the other was good at swordsmanship. That year, under the leadership of the two of them, the Wudang Sect took back the title of Taoist Leader from Longhu Mountain. There were even rumors that the two had already touched each other.

When they reached the gate of immortality, if the sword ancestor had not blocked the path to immortality with his sword eighteen years ago, no one would have doubted that they would become immortals through cultivation.

Veins popped up on Yinyin Sanren's forehead, "How dare you mention him in front of me and use his words to mock Pindao!"

Murong Haoyue also raised his right hand and roared: "Besides, there is another reason."

"In the past five years, I have used sword skills to kill people!"
Chapter completed!