Chapter 24: Meet Yan Ao again

Yan Jiu realized that he had a quick reaction after being trapped. He immediately broke the barrel and threw all the tincture oil into the fire. The tincture oil exploded in flames, and the broken bricks and tiles flew everywhere, catching the enemy who was hit by surprise. The speed of the siege slowed down, but she seized the opportunity to escape. Seeing that the carefully woven net was blown up and failed, Yan Si was so angry that he almost vomited blood and chased him relentlessly.

The two chased and fled, and they ran dozens of feet away from the Lianzhu Gang while several ups and downs. Although Yan Jiu tried his best to speed up, he could not get rid of the enemy like a maggot. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the wind and whistled more than ten hidden weapons, covering the vital points of the vest. Her internal strength was not as good as Yan Si, and she had not practiced the magical skills of protecting the body. She had to turn around and dodge and block, avoiding the deadly attack of the soul-chasing shuttle. After a little delay, the cold wind blew on her face. Yan Si smiled and waved his fan and rushed towards her: "Xiao Jiu, why bother to come and go in a hurry? Be more close to the fourth brother." Yan Jiu was cold and cold

He said, "I feel disgusted when I see you!" He pointed to the sword grid and opened the iron fan, and cut the opponent's throat with the other hand. The real killer move was a kick that quietly flew up from below. Bang! Yan Sibu stepped on the right side and sank the right side, sealing the vital parts: "Xiaojiu, are you scratching the fourth brother?" While speaking, he used ruthless moves, greeting her joints and key parts. Yan Jiu took action when he saw the move, and his moves were also cruel and vicious, and he fully utilized the characteristics of the underworld's unique skills. The two of them were a classmate, one had a profound skill and the other had a delicate move, and they fought fiercely in the street in an instant.

Hu Xiaotian shook his head and sighed. Yan Jiu's mind was so hot that he had forgotten his advice. Once Yan Si's accomplices arrived, they would be surrounded by long streets and would be unable to fly. However, he would let him leave alone without helping him, which was not in line with his principles of being a human being. He took a breath of air conditioning, drew his sword in his hand, and rushed out like a cheetah.

Hu Xiaotian's move was not an impulse and he was seeking death. First, an explosion occurred in the Lianzhu Gang, resounding throughout the city. Whether it was the government or the major gang forces in the city, they would send people to find out what happened. How could Yan Si and others be arrogant? There is no doubt that if the heroes from all walks of life saw the disciples of the underworld, they would never politely greet him in order to investigate Yan Ao's whereabouts. Second, he already understood that he could only challenge the strong and suddenly

Only by breaking the limit can he open the locked meridian acupoints. In the Demon Sect, he must rely on force to gain a foothold. Chi Yan has practiced the World-Destroying Overlord Art to the tenth level, and the battle front is close to breaking through the upper limit of the eighth level of martial arts, and is about to enter the ninth level. He must merge the true essence of Xuanzong as soon as possible, chase after him, and prepare for the future battle of the leader. Therefore, when he pushed his sword, he was not afraid, but only the desire to fight!

Hu Xiaotian's momentum was too strong, and Yan Si felt the first time he immediately turned his head and looked at it, his eyes pounding with the cruelest murderous intent: "Hehe, I guess you boy is hiding near you. You stabbed me yesterday, and I will blow you into pieces today!" He was frozen by Wannian Bingpo yesterday, and lost all his face in front of his subordinates. When he was about to be stabbed in the buttocks by Hu Xiaotian's flying knife, it was a lifelong shame and humiliation. The desire to kill Hu Xiaotian was more urgent than to catch Yan Jiu.

Hu Xiaotian's heart was as cold as iron, and turned a deaf ear to Yan Si's threat. As he ran, his energy and spirit condensed, he entered an ethereal and unobstructed state. The cold wind blowing on his face, the uneven stone slabs under his feet, and every change in his muscles and bones were projected into his mind in a very clear way. The spiritual consciousness extended, his wrist trembled, and the long sword snarled out, pointing to the big acupoint beside his opponent. This sword was like a rainbow flying from the sky, with endless mysterious changes.

Hidden in it, the murderous aura will be spit out, and there is a faint smell of a master of swordsmanship. If Ouyang Jue is present, he will definitely be amazed and proud. If it were Li Shan, it might arouse a sense of competing and draw his sword to fight. If it were the battlefield leader who saw him, he would be vigilant and swear to get rid of him quickly. At this moment, Hu Xiaotian, who finally left all his concerns and constraints, became a pure swordsman in the martial arts world again, drew his sword to fight, and killed him when he encountered the enemy.

Yan Si felt the sword energy coming in anger like a surging tide, and was shocked and puzzled. Why did this scholar behave like a scarecrow when he is weak, and when he is strong, he is ashamed of tigers in the mountains. His state is so fluctuating? He turned his feet, and the iron fan was like a seal, protecting his own vital points. He turned his left hand into a palm and hit Yan Jiu from a distance, and he fought hard at both of them at the same time, and neither of them wanted to let go.

At this moment, dozens of black shadows ejected and landed around the battle group. Each of them had black scarves on their faces, and their eyes showed a cold murderous intent.

Hu Xiaotian didn't think about the enemy on the outside at all. The sword flashed and cleverly avoided the interception of the iron fan and pointed directly at the opponent's flaws. His internal strength was controlled and he should not fight hard. He could only rely on exquisite and fast sword techniques to make up for the shortcomings. Therefore, he would attack and rescue the enemy if he attacked the enemy. His sword technique combines the unique skills of many sects, which are fast, ruthless, accurate, and spiritual. It is unpredictable and is no longer weaker than any swordsman of his generation in the world.

Yan Jiu knew that Hu Xiaotian was practicing forbidden exercises, so he had no hope that he would draw his sword to help him. However, Hu Xiaotian ignored life and death and actually attacked Yan Si. He was moved and happy, and shouted in a choked sob: "Are you stupid? Who cares about you coming to save me? Let go!"

Hu Xiaotian looked at her strangely, not understanding why she was so excited. Don’t you know that distracting her mind in front of a strong enemy is a taboo? Seeing that he was silent, Yan Jiu was not inferior in his sword force. Somehow, his heart suddenly became hot and screamed: "Yan Si, if you have the ability, you will kill me!" His ten fingers swung like eagle claws, and the group rushed forward with a desperate attempt, and even used the trick of burning both jade and stones.

Yan Si said coldly: "The trick of the devil is a trick, and the team can show off!" A palm was slapped out simply, and the palm power covered all directions, blocking Yan Jiu's attack angle. With the internal force, a muffled sound, Yan Jiu flew backwards several feet like a kite with broken strings. In fact, the two of them had the same martial arts, and the difference between internal strength and experience in facing the enemy was nothing more than the internal strength cultivation and experience of facing the enemy. With Yan Jiu's age and experience, how could he be Yan Si's opponent? Yan Jiu has been defeated by the same person in two days, and the difference in victory and loss really made her ashamed and angry. The idea of ​​becoming stronger naturally arises, and it is hard to erase any more.

Yan Si still didn't know that he had a palm, which prompted Yan Jiu to take the first step of being competitive. He suddenly flew up and a hollow somersault fell behind Hu Xiaotian. With an iron fan, he slashed towards his back heart. The rabbit rose and fell like lightning. Hu Xiaotian suffered a loss. He was unable to use his lightning skills and could not keep up with the speed of his opponent's leaping and moving. Seeing the figure disappear out of thin air, he immediately stepped forward and cut back with a sword. With a tingling sound, the sword blade slashed on the iron fan bone, and the energy touched. Hu Xiaotian's five fingers shook violently, the tiger's mouth cracked, and the long sword fell out of his hand.

Yan Si laughed loudly, and he was about to kill this hateful outsider in the street when he stepped on the combo. Suddenly, the sword light was dazzling. Hu Xiaotian turned around and grabbed the hilt of the sword, used his left hand to drive the sword, and stabbed it at his throat. The exquisiteness and speed of the sword technique was exactly the same as his right hand sword. Even though Yan Si was very knowledgeable, he could not have expected that this scholar could use the sword with both hands, use force on his feet, and jumped behind him. The sword energy brushed through his nose, a slight difference. Hu Xiaotian immediately changed his move with his sword. The sword force continued.

The sword tip is always the key point of the opponent, and the speed of the movements is almost beyond the limit of the naked eye. He knows Yan Si's strength and terror. If he brings his opponent back to his senses, he and Yan Jiu will immediately suffer a catastrophe. If he can hold on to one more sword, the heroes from all sides will have a point of possibility of disrupting the situation. Therefore, every sword stabbed is to do its best without leaving any backup, as if this is the last sword that he stabbed in his life. The fighting spirit sword energy and blood are burning together, and he will move forward!

The sword flowers are gorgeous, the sword energy is cold, and there is a burst of exclamation between advancing and retreating.

Yan Si heard the screams of his subordinates, his face was hot, and his chest was almost cracked by the unspeakable shame and anger. Although Hu Xiaotian's momentum was strong and his sword technique was strong, he did not have any internal force when he spread the sword, which meant that his meridians were controlled and he could not use his true energy. In fact, he was not as good as a third-rate swordsman. How could he bear to be forced to retreat by such an opponent? Yan Si shouted, and the iron fan forced to split the sword light in front of him, using his strength to break the skill and attack as a defense. He heard two dense sounds, and the long sword in Hu Xiaotian's hand broke, bleeding from his mouth, and his body staggered backwards. But he retreated without being confused, his eyes were firm, and his numb fingers held the broken sword tightly, but he refused to give up the opportunity to fight again.

Yan Si looked at Hu Xiaotian, who had his hands and mouths split and would rather die than surrender, but he had an absolute advantage, but an inexplicable chill surged in his heart. Such a hero is definitely not an ordinary scholar, but a personal disciple of a great master! Thinking of his amazing swordsmanship, a thought suddenly popped into his mind. Could this son be practicing according to the teacher's orders? All the people in the world who dare to practice forbidden merits are all core disciples of famous sects, and the backbone of the future sects will be highly valued by the elders of the master. If such an outstanding disciple is killed, how could the sect hidden power hidden behind him sit down and ignore it? The distracting thoughts in his heart are filled with missed the fleeting opportunity.

Hu Xiaotian was not sure what Yan Si was thinking. He took the opportunity to calm down and stood firmly, and secretly adjusted his breathing evenly, but felt the qi and blood in his body rushing rapidly. Yunmen, Tianfu, Chize, Lieque, Taiyuan and other acupoints on the Taiyin lung meridian on the left arm and hand were shocked. A thin true energy flowed through the meridians and went straight to the Shaoshang acupoint. The broken sword trembled and suddenly made a hissing whistling sound. The front end of the broken blade lit up, extending a green and white sword light about an inch long. Although the sword light was weak, it was like a beam of sunlight, splitting open the dark fog in front of him, allowing him to see the majestic martial arts gate.

Hu Xiaotian was very confident, raised his sword and pointed at Yan Si, and said in a deep voice: "The victory or defeat is not decided, please give me advice!"

Yan Si felt a little bitter. This boy actually broke through the battle and recovered his skills inexplicably. Wouldn't it be even more difficult to deal with? At this time, there was a burst of shouts and running in the wind. It was obvious that the explosion just now alarmed all forces, and those who joined in the fun to get the cheap came. The disciples of the underworld were already public enemies of the world, like rats crossing the street and everyone shouted to beat him. Yan Sishen knew the benefits and interests of it, and was both annoyed and regretful. He was about to order a siege at all costs, but suddenly a hoarse and majestic cry rolled over the long street: "Yan Si, do you want to rebel?!"

Yan Siru was knocked by five thunder, her eyes turned black, and she cried out: "Sect, Sect Master?"

"roll!"

Yan Si never dreamed that Yan Ao would lurk nearby. Thinking of Yan Ao's coldness, cruelty and resoluteness, he couldn't help but feel cold all over, and his liver and courage were broken. If he hadn't believed that Yan Ao was dead, how could he have a strange intention to murder Yan Jiu? With Yan Ao's scheming and cunning, how could he tolerate him to live in the world? Yan Si thought of the horror, and wanted to strait his wings, fly abroad at once, and cut off contact with the Central Plains forever. At the moment, his shoulders collapsed, and he didn't dare to put one more fart and ran away with the sage. The disciples around the underworld looked at each other in shock and hurriedly removed them. The power of the underworld sect leader can be seen.

Yan Jiu cried with joy and shouted at the vast darkness: "Dad, it's me! Where are you?" As soon as he finished speaking, a three-foot-meter black hole cracked on the ground. It turned out that under the long street, there was a secret mechanism hidden in the underworld that was secretly dug! Yan Jiu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his backhand and waved to Hu Xiaotian: "Come here quickly!" Hu Xiaotian did not hesitate and jumped down behind her. After all, there were gangster heroes coming from all directions. If they were caught and questioned, they would not be able to wash them even if they jumped into the Yellow River.

The two fell into the entrance of the cave, and the mechanism above their heads immediately closed. The tunnel first went vertically downward, and then extended horizontally. The holes on the wall were inlaid with oil lamps. The lights were dim and one was lit every seven or eight feet away. The air in the tunnel was dirty, dust floated, and there were many spider webs hanging on the corners, which had probably not been used for many years. With Yan Jiu leading the way, the traps in the tunnel naturally would not start. When the two walked to the end, they saw a thick stone door blocking the way.

Yan Jiu looked at it briefly and took out a bronze key about six inches long from his arms, inserted it into the hole in the door, twisted it hard to the right, and the door shaft turned, making a sharp and creepy friction sound. Yan Jiu pulled out the key and shouted happily: "Dad!" He jumped like a swallow, flying into the gap in the door.

Hu Xiaotian thought of his about to meet Yan Ao, so he calmed down, inserted the broken sword behind his waist, and stepped into the door. Strictly speaking, Yan Ao was besieged by everyone, Yan San died in battle, Yan Si betrayed, and Yan Jiu was repeatedly in danger, all thanks to him - he was the culprit that caused the drastic changes in the underworld! If Yan Ao learned the truth, he would have to tear him into pieces.

Behind the stone gate, it was a giant cave with a length of forty steps, with five stone gates open on the wall, and I don’t know where to go. The middle of the cave was filled with gold, silver, jewelry, weapons and armor, and hundreds of bottles of various elixirs. It was supposed to be a top-secret treasure house in the underworld, and only the sect leader knew its exact location. Yan Jiu was leaning against Yan Ao’s arms and sobbing, murmuring while crying, telling his father what he had experienced these days. Yan Ao was still wearing a broken golden mask and had changed into a clean and intact dress. He could not see his expression or how serious his injuries were. However, his eyes, which were as sharp as a sword, were already very dull, as if the candles swaying in the wind, were about to be extinguished in the next moment.

Hu Xiaotian sighed inwardly, clasped his fists and said, "My younger brother Hu Xiaotian, I have seen Master Yan." He saw Yan Ao eat Zeng Xiangjie's terrifying palm with his own eyes. Although he did not die on the spot, he would not feel uncomfortable. It was a miracle to be able to struggle until this time.

Yan Ao's complicated eyes fell on him, unable to tell whether it was joy or disgust, and said lightly: "Young Master Hu, I once thought you were a scholar who studied hard on sages, but who knew you were also a fellow practitioner in the world. You have done a good job in the surface, and you have even deceived me."

Hu Xiaotian felt a chill behind him, and cold sweat oozed out, saying, "Please forgive me for your sins. I am ordered to travel around the world. I cannot reveal my identity until I have no choice but to deceive me."

Yan Ao nodded: "Actually, I should have thought of how a scholar who is not good at martial arts can blind the eyes of the camel demon? In this critical moment, not only did you not add any harm, but instead drew your sword to help and saved my daughter's life. It's really rare! You can take the gold, silver and jewelry here and the magical medicine. Just treat it as my Yan Ao to reward you."

Hu Xiaotian said: "I am a friend of mine and Miss Yan in times of trouble. If my friends are in trouble, I should help him with a sword. Is it to be greedy for gold and silver? I am grateful to the sect leader's good intentions. The so-called rewards must never be accepted."

Yan Ao laughed at himself: "The hero ends, even an unknown person dares to reject me!" Before he finished speaking, he couldn't help but cough in a low voice. At first he wanted to suppress the cough, but things went against his wishes. In the violent cough, black blood surged, shocking. Yan Jiu shouted: "Dad, you vomit blood! Sit down quickly, I'll find medicine for you to take." Yan Ao grabbed her arm, and after the cough calmed down slightly, he gasped and said: "Silly child, don't bother. Do you really think your father is confused and won't take the healing pill by yourself? It's just that my injury is too serious, and no matter how much pill you take, it's useless. Otherwise, how could I let Yan Si escape?" He has been struggling to this point, but he is worried about this.

The only beloved daughter, in fact, her vitality in her body has disappeared, and it is barely maintained on the edge of life and death by the Nine-turn Cymbiosis**, and she is unable to clear the door. Yan Jiu heard the death intention in his words, and said tremblingly: "No, Dad, you will not die. Don't scare me, okay?" Yan Ao patted her drowningly and said: "How many great heroes and masters have passed through the death disaster and immortality? After I leave, you will inherit the position of the sect leader. I will tell Yan Da, Yan Er assist you. They are loyal, listen to their opinions more in everything, and do not act arbitrarily." Yan Jiu cried and cried: "Dad, I don't want to be the sect leader, I want to be by your side. I don't allow you to leave, I don't allow you!"

Yan Ao turned his head and looked at Hu Xiaotian, and said warmly: "Young Master Hu, please come here."

Hu Xiaotian approached as he spoke, clasped his fists and said, "I dare to ask the sect leader, what are you asking?"

Yan Ao whispered: "Young Master Hu, I am not far from death. You and Xiaojiu are bound to be together. You are very destined to be together. When I die, please continue to take care of her and don't let her suffer any suffering."

Yan Jiu was ashamed, and didn't care about tears on his face, and said angrily: "Dad, what are you talking about? People are not familiar with him at all!"

Yan Ao smiled and said, "I am not familiar with you now, and I will gradually become familiar with you in the future. Mr. Hu, I wonder what you think?"

Hu Xiaotian gritted his teeth and said, "Please rest assured, the younger generation will do their best to protect Miss Yan's vitality until Yan Da and Yan Er arrive."

Yan Ao shook his head and said, "You should know that what I want to hear is not the answer."

Hu Xiaotian smiled bitterly and said, "Master Yan, I..." Suddenly, a flash of black shadow flashed, and the sleeping hole on his body became numb, and he suddenly fell into boundless darkness.
Chapter completed!