Yin Tianyun faced the long stick attacking like a mad dragon, calmly as water, and sneered disdainfully: "Why should Elder Yi struggle to die and waste his energy?" The sword trembled slightly, and snorted. The sword took a detour, cut in from the shadow of the stick, and stabbed Yi Hui's key point. He was cautious. Although Yi Hui's skill has subsided greatly, the centipede insect died without stiffness. In case of precautions, he used the trick of Hengshan's sword technique to "welcome guests" to gain the advantage. Hengshan is beautiful and steep, and the sword intent of Hengshan's sword technique matches it. There are murderous intent hidden in the light and elegant style, and the speed and strictness are ruthless. Yin Tianyun is deeply aware of three of them. Now he has developed his sword technique, stretching like a crane, moving like a rabbit, and showing off his style of a master.

Although Yi Hui stood in an hostile position, he couldn't help but shout in his heart. He is worthy of being the famous Hengshan Swords. It really has capital beyond the vulgar world. However, such a person is his enemy! He stepped on the Bagua direction and flashed to the opponent's side. He swept across the long stick and hit Yin Tianyun's back heart. Yin Tianyun's long sword turned lightly, as slow as it was fast. In an instant, he tapped seven times on the long stick. Every time the sword tip and the stick body were in contact, part of his strength was removed. When the seventh sword was stabbed out, he swung the long stick and slapped it with his left palm, and took the opponent's heart and mouth. This is the famous trick "Flying Seven Dies" in Hengshan's sword technique. It uses attack as the defense, and one sword is stronger than one sword.

Yi Hui had just seen the vicious and powerful palm technique, so he did not dare to block it. He turned around and danced like a windmill, as if a shield was raised in front of him and kicked his opponent's underneath. Yin Tianyun needed to shake his left palm, and a long sword twitched, stabbing the opponent's calves. Yi Hui bent his knees and knelt down, but when the sword light suddenly lit up, the cold air rushed straight to his throat, and he was shocked and turned backwards. With a puff, he had already hit a sword on his shoulder, which was deep enough to see the bones and blood flowed.

Yin Tianyun succeeded with a sword, and his attack became more and more fierce. He saw the sword light coming and going, and each sword pointed at the enemy's vital points, fast and fierce, and he wished he could take the enemy's life immediately.

Yi Hui was forced to avoid the enemy sword. The sword energy passed by, cutting off his hair from time to time. His clothes, which were already covered with patches, were scratched with holes, hanging on his body like rags. He clearly felt that the power in his body was gradually weakening, and the injury temporarily suppressed by the medicine recurred. The stick in his hand became heavier and heavier, and the blood flowing was even more deadly. Yin Tianyun said it was true. What he took was not a healing medicine. Once the medicine power was over, it would be difficult to lose the power of a chicken to death. Then he was distracted and felt a cold on his legs and was hit by two more swords.

At this time, only the two of them were fighting, with corpses everywhere. You should also pay attention to your feet when fighting, otherwise you might be able to hand over your life to your opponent once you are tripped by a dead corpse.

Yin Tianyun was inflatable and had a long sword in his hand. He really shone his wish and the sword light shone, leaving the opponent without any escape. He soon discovered Yi Hui's weakness of unstable plates. The sword was like the wind, and his moves were greeted to the key points below the opponent's waist. Yi Hui repeatedly got into the sword on his legs and feet, and blood flowed like a stream, and blood-red footprints were stepped on the ground. He deliberately exposed his flaws several times to lure his opponent into a fool, but Yin Tianyun had a lot of experience in fighting and was not greedy for merit and made steady progress. It was obvious that it would take time to wait until he completely lost his combat power.

Yi Hui's legs were heavy and he couldn't bear it. He sat down with a bang, dizzy and could no longer resist the enemy's fast sword. After a few hissings, Yin Tianyun stabbed several swords without any mercy, stabbing several blood holes in his chest.

The pain was so painful that Yi Hui shouted loudly, and used his last strength. He threw the long stick in his hand and penetrated it straight into the opponent's chest. The distance between the two sides was too close, and Yin Tianyun couldn't dodge. He tweaked his left palm, and his arms were as if they were struck by thunder. Half of his body was numb, and the long stick flew to the side. This was the second time Yi Hui used this move tonight, but unfortunately, the power could not be exerted by 50% under the injury, otherwise Yin Tianyun would not be able to escape.

Yin Tianyun was shocked and sweated coldly, and said with a smile on his sword: "Elder Yi's magical power is admired. If he staggers today and fights again, he will definitely lose. However, you will never have this opportunity!" He knew the principle of killing the roots and would never let this terrible opponent see the sun of tomorrow.

Yi Hui was injured and covered in blood, like a bloody man. He knew that he could not escape the poisonous hand this time, but he was really unwilling to accept his death under the sword of this person. He said coldly: "Yin Tianyun, it's a pity that I have no chance to expose your hypocrisy. But good will be rewarded, evil will be rewarded. Yi is looking forward to that day in the underworld! Yi is open and honest all his life and does not want to die at the hands of a villain. I will break it myself!"

Yin Tianyun said: "Elder Yi is worthy of being a hero of the Beggars' Sect, with a strong and strong heart. How can you not satisfy your last wish?" He said that, and then he put away his sword and kicked a steel knife to his side.

Yi Hui picked up the steel knife and turned his neck, blood spurted like slurry, and he committed suicide. A great hero died in the wilderness and buried it with a piece of loess.

The war finally ended. Yin Tianyun looked around and saw silent in the fields. The strong wind blew, and a large area of ​​reeds were turbulent and undulating. The blood was shining in the battlefield, and the broken blades were inserted into the back. The skin of the dead corpse was pale, as if it was a Shura killing field. After such a fierce battle, many masters who once dominated the world were destined to go to the underworld, leaving him the only winner. After cutting off many opponents, he finally successfully won the "Nine Yang Divine Art". Even with his rigorous personality, he couldn't help laughing loudly at this time. He laughed for a while, remembering that the magical power Miji had not yet obtained it, so he stopped laughing and walked to Yuan Zhongyi to get the tart cloth package.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhongyi grabbed the package tightly and refused to put it down. Yin Tianyun couldn't pull it out with one hand, so he had to stretch out his other hand and try to break away Yuan Zhongyi's stiff fingers.

At this moment, Yuan Zhongyi, who should have died, suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light of resentment shot out from his eyes. Yin Tianyun was shocked and jumped back quickly, but no matter how fast he was, he could not be faster than Yuan Zhongyi's iron fist. With a bang, Yuan Zhongyi's fist hit his chest. The force burst out, Yin Tianyun's ribs were broken, and he vomited blood and flew backwards, motionless.

Yuan Zhongyi pretended to die and deceived the enemy in order to give him a punch. He had accumulated momentum for a long time, and concentrated all his strength to die with the enemy. This fierce move hurt the enemy, and he was able to exhale a breath of resentment, and he couldn't help laughing: "Yin Tianyun, you have today too!" The laughter gradually became quiet, and finally he was silent. Only then did he really go to the Western Paradise.

The night became darker and darker, and the rolling dark clouds gathered in the sky. Purple lightning that appeared and disappeared was scattered across the clouds, and the dull thunder sounded loudly.

The smell of blood drifted with the wind, and even the night owls dared not flap their wings and flew as silent as cicadas. The messy reeds were full of corpses lying across the river, and the gloomy atmosphere enveloped the riverside.

A thin figure separated the reeds blocking the way, stepped into the blood-stained battlefield tremblingly, and almost vomited on the spot. He covered his nostrils and mouth with one hand, opened his eyes wide, and carefully identified the bodies on the ground in the faint light. "He Ruler!" He cried softly, and knelt down on the ground, gently stroked He Tieyi's cold face, and was sad from the bottom of his heart.

This person was Hu Xiaomao. He saw that the fierce battle was finally over and so many people died, so scared that his hands and feet were sore. After sliding down from the tree, he mustered up twelve points of courage to see He Tieyi and others for the last time. While Hu Xiaomao was crying, he suddenly heard a faint moan, and a thought flashed through his mind - there was a ghost! He was so scared that his hair was standing upside down, his hands and feet were cold, and he could no longer cry. He wiped his face with his sleeves and plucked up his courage to look up.

I saw someone's limbs tremble slightly, and his mouth was filled with intermittent moans: "...shui, water...I...want...water...". I couldn't see who it was in the hazy tears. I guess it was the survivor of the battle just now. Hu Xiaomao took a breath, stood up slowly, moved to the man step by step, and prepared to escape at any time. Once he found that something was wrong, he immediately pulled away. When he walked closer, he saw that the man's chest was covered with blood, his eyes could barely open a line, his eyes were dispersed, and he was obviously seriously injured. Hu Xiaomao recognized that he was killing Yuan Zhongyi and Yi Hui and Yin Tianyun. He was serious about it. He was the one who avenged the Qinglong Association and others. He should save him. He hurried to the river, took off his clothes and soaked it in water, and returned quickly.

Hu Xiaomao twisted the soaked clothes hard, letting the seeped water droplets drip into Yin Tianyun's mouth. Yin Tianyun drank the water and gradually became clear. His eyes focused. He saw clearly a thin boy standing beside him. He knew that he had saved him. He smiled slightly and whispered: "Little brother, thank you for helping you. I will be rewarded for this great kindness in the future."

Hu Xiaomao's face turned slightly red, she put on her wet clothes and said, "This uncle, Xiaomao, Xiaomao, Xiaomao dare not be accused of it."

Yin Tianyun praised him a few more words, and at the same time, he silently observed the injury in his body and complained secretly. Yuan Zhongyi's punch before his death was powerful, and he was not prepared for him. Although he avoided the vital points of his heart at the last moment, his ribs were broken and his meridians were damaged. It was not advisable to fight with others within at least a month. At present, his internal injuries were extremely serious, his whole body was limp, and he was not even able to do anything to move a finger. It was the first time that he had ended like this for so many years. If anyone from the world came here again, he would be in trouble. Only now can he rely on this child of unknown origin. He ordered Hu Xiaomao to help take out the "Nine-Turn Life-Sustaining Pill" in his arms, took three pills in a row, and used his power to catalyze the power of the medicine.

Hu Xiaomao covered the medicine bottle and watched Yin Tianyun curiously heal her wounds. But he saw Yin Tianyun's face suddenly turned blue and red, and a thin white air column rose above his head, like a magic trick, which was quite fun. In fact, Yin Tianyun's luck is very dangerous here. If Hu Xiaomao is disturbed rashly, he will immediately become obsessed with evil spirits and have no medicine to cure. But he has no choice but to leave this place before other gang masters find it, otherwise Miji will be unable to protect it.

Yin Tianyun finished his exercise, and felt that his skill had recovered 30%, but the broken ribs were twitching and painful, and he had to take time to recuperate. He was in a hurry. His eyes suddenly opened and the light shot out, which scared Hu Xiaomao. Yin Tianyun stood up with the pain, first took off the package from Yuan Zhongyi's hand, carefully stuffed it into his arms, and then turned around to look at Hu Xiaomao, and his murderous intent suddenly surged. The incident tonight must not be known by a second person. If the Beggar Gang and Taishan Sect learned the truth, there was almost no place for him to hide, let alone other masters who would come to snatch the magical skills. In order to keep the secret, the best way is to kill this child

Hu Xiaomao was completely unaware of the murderous intent, so he handed over the medicine bottle in his hand: "Uncle, your injuries have been much better, your medicine is really effective."

Yin Tianyun calmly put away the medicine bottle and asked, "Little brother, who are you? Why are you here to play in the middle of the night? Where are your family?" Before starting, you must find out the child's identity and origin so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Hu Xiaomao's nose felt sore when he heard this, and he almost burst into tears again. He told the other party a lot about the changes he had happened after meeting He Tieyi. Yin Tianyun felt relieved after hearing this. Hu Xiaomao was just an ordinary person and had no background at all. Even if he was killed, no one would doubt him. He sneered, tried his best to kill him with a palm.

After Hu Xiaomao finished talking about his experience, he asked curiously: "Uncle, where are you going? Your injury seems to be serious. Can you still walk? Do you want me to find a car for you?"

Yin Tianyun's heart moved: "It's so late, can you find a car?"

Hu Xiaomao said: "Of course there is a way! Brother Zhao, who is in the carriage, is very familiar with me. Sometimes other older children bully me, and he will come forward to seek justice for me. If I take you to find him, he will definitely give you a ride." After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Uncle, do you have silver on you? Brother Zhao won't carry people for free."

Yin Tianyun smiled and said, "There are still dozens of taels of silver! Little brother, please take me to find your brother Zhao. I will rush to the road overnight." His internal injuries have improved slightly, but the external injuries are too serious. If he rushes back to Hengshan, it will be very unfavorable to recover from the injury. Along the way, I don't know how many dangerous levels there are to go through. If there is a car to travel, you can calmly recuperate your injuries, and you can hide your traces and avoid people's eyes and ears. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone. But if he rashly breaks into the carriage in the town late at night, it will definitely attract suspicion, and his identity will be exposed, which will be counterproductive. Now with the relationship of Hu Xiaomao, people can find the car without knowing it. As soon as he thought of Hu Xiaomao's value of exploitation, it is not advisable to kill him immediately and quietly disperse the skills condensed on his palms.

Hu Xiaomao was confused that he had walked back and forth at the gate of hell. Suddenly, he saw Yin Tianyun's expression change, showing a few panics, and was about to ask him what had happened. Yin Tianyun covered Hu Xiaomao's lips with one hand, and put his chest with the other hand, whispered: "If you want to die, don't make a sound!" He moved several steps silently, flashed into the reeds, and squatted on the ground. Hu Xiaomao felt Yin Tianyun's nervousness and obediently made a muffled gourd.

Just now, I heard the sound of the wind. Several figures came on the grass and landed on the riverside. When the visitors saw the corpses everywhere, they all exclaimed. One of them paused and said, "Elder Mu, we are one step late, and Lord He and others are probably killed! What should I do?" The elder named Mu said, Shen Sheng, "Don't be confused! Immediately search the scene separately to see if I can find that thing!"

Yin Tianyun was secretly shocked. It turned out to be the Qinglong Society! Fortunately, Hu Xiaomao saved him earlier, otherwise he would have been slaughtered now. Just looking at the light skills of these people, we can speculate that they are all masters with unique skills, especially Elder Mu, who is in the lead. His martial arts skills are unfathomable, and he is definitely not an opponent when he was not injured. At the same time, he wondered, when did he raise so many masters in the Qinglong Society? His experience in the martial arts world is rich, but he has never heard of it. The Qinglong Society secretly cultivates power, and the plan is big, and the goal is far away!

Those people were veterans who had been strictly trained. In a blink of an eye, the scene was completely searched. The movements were neat and the body was so fast that Yin Tianyun felt ashamed. After the search, nothing was found. Among them, he shouted with an impatient personality: "Elder, don't waste time searching. There is no living at the scene, and there is no one who can find that thing. Ninety-nine percent of it was taken away by others. Let's chase it quickly, and maybe we can snatch it back." Elder Mu said coldly: "There are vast fields and I don't know whose hands the thing falls. Where are you chasing? Who are you going to chase?" The man was speechless and couldn't speak.

Elder Mu carefully looked through the corpses left in the scene and kept murmuring: "Strange, strange!"

The others looked at each other, wondering what he meant. Someone couldn't help but say, "Elder, everyone is dead, what's strange?"

Elder Mu said, "Look, Chang Lewen suffered a fatal palm, but the meridians in her body seemed to be broken by the Red Yang power of He Dunzhu. Isn't this strange? The person with eight sacks on her body must be Yi Hui, the elder of the Beggar Gang, who was covered with sword wounds, but in the end he committed suicide with a knife. Isn't it strange? The person who used the broad-blade long sword was probably a good player of the Taishan Sect, but the Xuanyin Palm of the Baiyun Sect was in the back. The fatal parts were all behind. It was likely that they were attacked by someone. Could it be that they were plotted against by their companions?" Listed the injuries of everyone one by one and pointed out the doubts, as if they had seen them with their own eyes.

Yin Tianyun was sweating profusely when he heard it, and he didn't dare to let out an extra breath.

Elder Mu suddenly paused when he talked about Mosen's fatal injury and said in surprise: "Hey, how can there be words on the ground?" As soon as he opened Mosen's body, he saw the words "Taishan" written in blood on the ground. The word "Taishan" was curved and the last stroke was almost impossible to identify. Obviously, the person who wrote the words was exhausted, and he had already tried very hard to write them later. After a change of thought, he guessed that this was the blood word left by Mosen before his death. "Taishan" undoubtedly refers to the Taishan School. , But the people of the Taishan Sect were also killed on the spot. Is there anyone else who succeeded? Or more than one Taishan Sect master took action? They took Miji and then hurriedly escaped without burying their companions' bodies? In any case, this is finally a clue. As long as you investigate the Taishan Sect, you must be sure to do so. Tengdi stood up straight and said, "Immediately report the incident to the host, and do my best to investigate the whereabouts of the Taishan Sect disciples who were in the Jiangnan area."

With this order, another bloody storm will be set off in the world.

The Qinglong Association did not waste time, and they put their hands together, and worked together to blast out a large pit on the ground, pushing all the bodies in, filling them with soil, and leaving in a hurry as if they were Tathagata.

The water is gurgling, and the passing is like this. The long night is about to pass. Only the wilderness soaked in blood still remembers everything that happened.
Chapter completed!