Outside the courtyard separated by a wall.

Yan Li heard the sound of fighting inside and heard the endless cry of terrifying calls. He knew that the situation was in crisis, but there were two killers of Yishuilou. He tried his best to protect himself. He wanted to turn around and rescue, but he was powerless.

When I was anxious, a sudden scream came from inside.

"Sword-controlling technique!"

Then the fighting stopped. After a while, it seemed as if the sixth brother had been knocked down. Then a long roar that shook the four miles as if it was a storm. Several figures rushed out from it, hurriedly escaping into the darkness and disappeared.

"Second brother, I'll help you."

Yan Li was puzzled, and Zhu Weiming came over the wall with two flower guns.

"Sixth brother, what are you doing when you are back? Why don't you take everyone out of here?" Yan Li, who was bleeding from his body, shouted loudly in his voice.

"Second brother, there is a master from Chunyang Palace who uses sword control techniques to help us get rid of a group of swordsmen. The third young master and the others are fine. I'll come to help you. Let's leave here together." Zhu Weiming explained. He didn't want to watch his second brother die alone.

But if you can't escape and you will definitely die, then let's die here together.

Although the voices of the brothers Yan Li and Zhu Weiming were very low, they could not hide the chords at the end of the alley.

"Sword Control? Chunyang Palace? No wonder even a master like Feng Liang of the Crazy Sword has to be used to make Yi Qianli. But it just so happened that I had already wanted to compete with the people of Chunyang Palace."

"It is said that the sword control technique of Chunyang Palace is magical and even the supreme sword method is unpredictable. Tonight, we two brothers will appreciate the sword control myth of Chunyang Palace."

The chord of the lower dead is used to speak alternately, and the chord of the lower dead is suddenly tight.

The invisible sound waves are like a frenzy of sharp blades intertwined and fallen, surging from the end of the alley.

Hissing sounds continued, and there was a hint of wet cold and hard bluestone slab in the alley. Sparks suddenly splashed, debris flew everywhere, and traces of two or three inches deep crisscrossed.

The pressure was like a mountain collapse and cracking, rolling over the sky. Before the real killing move could be achieved, the sound of cloth splitting sounded on the robes of Yan Li and Zhu Weiming.

Nie Xiaoqian, who drew his sword to perform "A flash of the sky and killed the sword" and saved Yan Changtian and other three children, then floated out of the yard. Seeing the attack of the sound wave master, he was almost comparable to the Six-fingered Piano Demon, and was a little surprised.

Zhu Weiming was fearless and yelled at the word "look at the gun" and shot him without hesitation.

However, the two flower guns he had laid under his armpits out as if they had been cut into pieces and broken in an instant. The sharp voice blade suddenly stretched to his hands.

The next moment, his hands were exploding, his blood vessels burst, his blood sputtered, and his flesh and blood were separated, extremely miserable.

Fortunately, Yan Li saw the opportunity quickly and projected the Qingfeng sword in his hand like a crossbow arrow. At the same time, he took a few steps forward to pull Zhu Weiming back.

Zhu Weiming was pulled back from the edge of the cliff and saved his life. On the other side, the Qingfeng sword projected by Yan Li seemed to be hit by a heavy crossbow. It was broken into two halves and flew backwards. Finally, the ding-like one was inserted into the wall, sank into the depths of several inches.

Zhu Weiming was seriously injured by the Yin Blade in an instant, and his injuries were not light. Yan Li, who had all his skills on the Qingfeng Sword, lost his life-saving weapon. At the end of the alley, the sound of the Destroyed Qin in the chord of the fingers was not extinguished. In just a blink of an eye, another heavy sound blade came.

"ah!"

Zhu Weiming roared wildly, knocked Yan Li away with his shoulder, blocked him in front and closed his eyes and waited for death.

At this moment, at the end of the alley, the two killers in the lower chord pointed to the left of the two killers, and a cold light suddenly appeared in the darkness.

A series of Qiwu's sharp blades with the cold light and invaded four times flew out, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of them, rushing their throats.

The fingers were the harp in the chord of the dead, and turned and plucked the string. With a sharp sound, the Qiwu blade seemed to hit the wall, flew backwards and flashed into the night.

Nie Xiaoqian just wanted to rescue Zhu Weiming, but the ghost was still weak, and Wu Jian was helpless in his hand. Fortunately, a helping hand appeared. With the ghost's night vision ability, she could see clearly. The series of strange blades flew backwards and finally disappeared into a book.

Qiwu Li Blade surrounded Wei and saved Zhao. The sound blades that were shot at Zhu Weiming in countless times fell apart. However, Zhu Weiming and Yan Li were pulled back from the edge of the cliff.

The wind blew hard, and the night became deeper.

The two of them looked down at the darkness and looked at somewhere in the darkness, and the sound of the piano became smoother.

"Kill one person in ten steps."

"No way to travel thousands of miles."

"Scholar's Yiqi Sword."

"The right way is also vicissitudes."

"Lu Zhengdao, you finally showed up."

"I thought you would continue to hide as a turtle."

With the song and harmony of the chords of the dead, in the darkness, a middle-aged scholar with a sad face slowly walked out in the darkness.

When Nie Xiaoqian saw this, she finally understood why this middle-aged scholar always held a book, because this book was his unique weapon, "Scholar's Yiqi Sword".

"Brother Lu?"

"Brother Lu?"

Although Zhu Weiming and Yan Li were seriously injured, they were all very energetic when they saw the middle-aged scholar appearing.

The middle-aged scholar was the leader of the juggling troupe. Lu Zhengdao, he walked to Zhu Weiming and Yan Li as if no one was around, looked at them with sad eyes, and said, "Second brother, sixth brother, thank you for your hard work. Leave the next thing to me, you will take the fourth lady and the others away first."

"Brother Lu, we will fight side by side and fight for another bloody path together. I don't believe that anyone else can stop the gun in your hand." Lu Zhengdao returned safely, Zhu Weiming had the backbone and came back generously, not even caring whether his hands could hold the gun tightly.

After hearing this, Lu Zhengdao sighed in his heart, and his sad face seemed to add another point, and he was about to speak.

Several figures suddenly appeared on the right side of the alley and shouted loudly: "Zhu Weiming, this road is gone. Even if you shed the last drop of blood on your body, there is still a dead end here."

Zhu Weiming was never afraid of quarrel with others. He rolled his eyes and mocked: "Sneaky and sneaky, which villain came from, dares to speak out in a dead end?"

"Little man? Hahaha, the three heroes in Zhengqi Villa are often called hypocrites. However, the first time I heard that they were called villains is very new." There were even more people on the wall opposite the few figures, and one of them laughed.

"The trees are so beautiful that the wind will come to destroy them. The three heroes of our Zhengqi Villa are in a straight manner and stand upright, and the affairs are even more impartial. The hypocrites and villains are just the murmurs of ignorant young people who have bad intentions." Someone in Zhengqi Villa responded loudly.

Nie Xiaoqian was slightly stunned when she heard this. In the story of "A Chinese Ghost Story" there is indeed a abandoned righteous villa. Unexpectedly, the righteous villa seemed to be very glorious at this time. The three heroes and so on sounded full of righteousness.

Yan Li saw that the people who appeared were actually Zhengqi Villa, so hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother Lu, this Zhengqi Villa?"

Lu Zhengdao shook his head and sighed helplessly: "Why do you have to wade into the muddy waters of Zhengyi Villa?"

"Lu Jieyuan, you asked this clearly. Although the people in Zhengqi Villa are full of righteousness, they still have to eat. If they don't eat, they can't maintain righteousness. But if they don't have money in their pockets, where can they get the food?" The people who joked about Zhengqi Villa just now answered before the people in Zhengqi Villa spoke, and there was no meaning of joke.

"Money is sweet, hot, and toxic. If you take it inappropriately, it will be weak and harmful to the spirit. It must be avoided." Lu Zhengdao replied in a deep voice.

"Lu Jieyuan, you are just too pedantic. If you have a good top scholar, you will stand up for the rebels and be willing to fall into depravity. Now you are criticized by thousands of people. It is sad, pitiful, alasing, hateful, and regretful."

The man was so sharp in his words, and the implication was that you were a beautiful woman, but how could you become a thief?

"Don't you scholars have a few words: Confucianism has its own golden house, Confucianism has its own little nun, Confucianism has its own beautiful second sister-in-law, Confucianism has its own daughter-in-law. Don't you know that money can keep your face, collect lush water, and moisten your hunger, relieve hunger, and immediately test it, attract gods, and communicate with ghosts."

Lu Zhengdao passed the imperial examination at the age of 20 and ranked first in the provincial examination. He was famous all over the world in writing poetry and lyrics. He was praised by Zhuge Wolong, a great scholar in the past, saying that he had the talent of the top scholar.

The people of Zhengqi Villa were furious after hearing these messy words, but they seemed to know that they were Lu Zhengdao to deal with tonight, so they couldn't help but ask Lu Zhengdao instead: "Lu Zhengdao, do you still have the face to mention the four words Zhengqi Villa? Ask yourself, are you worthy of Lord Fu's cultivation?"

Lu Zhengdao did not answer the knights of Zhengqi Villa, but asked: "Mr. Fu is in good health recently?"

The people from the side of the Justice Villa replied angrily: "You haven't been angry to death yet."

(Second update.)
Chapter completed!