Luo Feiyu took a deep breath and said: "I often hear you talk about Naihe Bridge, but I don't know what kind of organization Naihe Bridge is."

"If it is reasonable to say that killing people in Guzhoufang is reasonable, it is unreasonable to kill people in Naihe Bridge. As long as someone offers chips, they will come to you and ask you to drink that bowl of Meng Po soup. If you don't

If you drink it, they will kill you." Xiao Xianyun took a breath and looked at the bowl of soup in the hand of the woman in maple clothes, "Have you ever heard of a poem?"

Luo Feiyu was confused: "What?"

"Naihe Bridge appeals Naihe, Meng Po is cooking Meng Po soup. Every time someone is killed by them, they will leave this note." After Xiao Xianyun finished speaking, he took out an old piece of paper from his waist.

Luo Feiyu took a closer look and saw that it was indeed the poem that Xiao Xianyun said. It seemed that Xiao Xianyun had been pursuing this killer organization for a long time.

Luo Feiyu was a little disdainful, "It doesn't read well at all. I guess some kid wrote the poem."

The woman in maple clothes smiled brightly, "Looking at how you two are about to draw your swords, are you not going to drink Meng Po soup from Naihe Bridge?"

Luo Feiyu said: "There are two of us, and you only have one bowl of soup in your hand. Who do you intend to give this bowl of soup to?"

The woman in maple clothes thought for a while, "Originally I just wanted to give it to you, little brother, but unfortunately, this little girl knows our Naihe Bridge too well, so let's just meet each other."

"Me?" Luo Feiyu was shocked, "I just arrived in Gusu not long ago, and you are going to kill me? Who did I provoke?"

Xiao Xianyun didn't answer and gently pulled out a section of Xianyun sword.

"I will kill you because someone wants your life, and kill this little girl because she knows too much about Naihe Bridge. This is not a good thing."

The man holding the umbrella glanced at the woman in maple clothes through his mask, as if he was blaming her for talking too much.

"Okay." The woman in maple clothes seemed to understand the words in the man's eyes, threw the bowl of Mengpo soup aside, picked a red maple from her body, and let it float in the air.

"Feng Sheng."

The maple leaf sometimes fell straight down, and sometimes fluttered, leaving a strange arc in the air. Then it fell to the ground, and actually formed light buds. The buds grew rapidly, and in an instant they turned into a tree with maple leaves.

The tree, which is as tall as a woman, is covered with fiery red maple leaves, which are particularly bright among the emerald green.

Luo Feiyu said what was in his heart: "I should really recommend you to plant some trees in my hometown."

"But my maple leaf is dyed red by the blood of the deceased." The woman in maple clothes took a maple leaf from the tree and threw it towards Xiao Xianyun like a dart.

Xiao Xianyun parted with the sword, and the sword energy turned into clouds, and took the maple leaf. The maple leaf swayed in the clouds and mist, and gradually turned into dust.

"Interesting. No wonder you are qualified to investigate us in Gusu." The woman in maple clothes quickly picked off ten more maple leaves and flew towards Xiao Xianyun.

"Maplefire."

These maple leaves actually burned on the way, and the fire was like blood. Xiao Xianyun felt a blazing heat, and the clouds formed by the Xianyun sword suddenly dispersed out of thin air. Xiao Xianyun was startled, and swung the Xianyun sword fiercely, drawing a line in the air.

A long cloud of clouds extinguished all the flames that were connected into one piece.

"Liu Yun sword technique, Yun Mie Changxia, not bad." Luo Feiyu commented while leaning against a tree.

Xiao Xianyun was a little angry, "Why don't you take action?"

Luo Feiyu looked innocent, "Because this sister has been beating you and not me."

Suddenly a burst of green smoke swirled around, confusing Luo Feiyu's sight. Luo Feiyu frowned, and blood suddenly appeared in his eyes. He looked into the green smoke and saw a man wearing a pale mask floating. At first glance

It looks like a lonely soul with nowhere to live.

"Oh my god." Luo Feiyu was startled. Previously on the Plum Blossom Platform, the ghost summoned by King Mu Huai with his evil sword skills was scary, but it felt illusory, but the man in front of him was so...

It feels extremely real.

The man seemed to notice Luo Feiyu looking at him, his eyes showed surprise, and his body quickly melted into the smoke, and then quietly appeared behind Luo Feiyu.

He held the umbrella handle and slammed it down.

Luo Feiyu turned around and hid, and the simple iron sword suddenly pulled out and faced the umbrella handle.

All of a sudden, the white bells tied to the ends of the umbrella ribs rang together, urgent and lonely, like the long tolling of a death knell.

Luo Feiyu hurriedly sheathed his sword and swept it back. After he stopped, he looked at the blade with a small dent in the sword and frowned.

Although the man holding the umbrella had a slight upper hand in this confrontation, he was not relaxed. The only eyes exposed by the mask showed a solemn look, as if he was thinking about something.

On the side, Xiao Xianyun was facing off against the woman in maple clothes, but also had a slight upper hand. She looked at the man facing off against Luo Feiyu, and exclaimed in surprise: "Green-faced fangs! Naihe Qiao can shoot the top three killers!"

Luo Feiyu murmured: "What?"

The woman in Maple Clothes also stopped her offensive and looked at the man with a smile, "Little brother, you can die at the hands of my brother Qing, which is a great mercy to you. Because his killing move is not as domineering as mine.

, but tenderness unto death, and you will die without pain.”

Xiao Xianyun reminded: "Be careful of the bell on his umbrella!"

Luo Feiyu's heart trembled, and he quickly moved his gaze to the green-faced fang, only to find that he was already gently shaking the umbrella handle.

The bells on the umbrella moved slightly, and the sky was desolate and lonely, just like the sobs and cries of a dying person, or like an elegy placed nowhere on the Forgotten River, leading the souls of the dead to the unknown other shore.

Xiao Xianyun sheathed her sword and covered her ears. The woman in maple clothes did not launch another offensive. She leaned against the maple tree and looked at everything in front of her with a smile, her expression intoxicated, as if she was enjoying the ringing of the bell.

But her smile quickly solidified.

She saw that Luo Feiyu didn't move.

Luo Feiyu slowly raised his sword horizontally and shook it slightly. The iron sword was trembling like the strings of a piano that had just been plucked. And the ringing sound like an elegy also turned back.

A swordsmanship that can reject all sounds, echoing in the empty valley.

The woman in maple clothes' face darkened, her expression was dull, and she involuntarily walked slowly towards the cliff on the side.

At this moment, the bell rang again, noisy and noisy, like a rainstorm pouring down, without any rhythm, but covering the previous ring. The woman in maple clothes also woke up instantly and looked at the cliff in front of her.

, and broke into a cold sweat.

The ringtone was extremely overbearing and had aftermath. Luo Feiyu was shocked to the tree, vomiting blood from his mouth.

"So strong." Luo Feiyu said coldly.

Xiao Xianyun was already dead, leaning against a nearby tree, almost exhausted.

The green-faced fang turned the umbrella handle slightly, and the bell started ringing again.

The woman in maple clothes listened for a while, then looked at Luo Feiyu and said: "Brother Qing means that you are very interesting, but just because you are interesting, you are destined to cause the tragedy of your death."

Luo Feiyu glanced at her coldly and did not answer.

"Moreover." The woman in maple clothes looked at the cliff aside, "You have embarrassed me, so I will let you die in pain." After saying that, pieces of maple leaves fell from the maple tree into her hands.

The trees also dispersed out of thin air.

"The orchid is walking along the path, and the road is gradually passing. The Zhanzhan River is flowing, and there are maples on it. The eyes are thousands of miles away, and it hurts the heart of spring." The woman in maple clothes held the maple leaf in her hand and chanted slowly, and the maple leaf danced on its own without wind.

Luo Feiyu and Xiao Xianyun came over.

Even in this hot summer, Luo Feiyu and Xiao Xianyun both felt a chill rising from their hearts.

Luo Feiyu suddenly recalled his agreement with the girl holding the umbrella.

He has experienced death many times, but he has never been so unwilling as he is now.

"Am I going to die so soon..."
Chapter completed!