The Path Toward Heaven

Looking at the two gray-faced weirdos, the middle-aged man's expression was slightly miserable, and he exuded a sense of consciousness.

He found that the slightly higher one was an ordinary person. The state of the woman who had previously spoken was a bit inaccurate, but where was the sound so young, how high could it go?

"It's just the rats who dare not show their faces."

A Sandu sent a disciple to say: "This morning the city guards the police, the only thing I want to catch is you."

The middle-aged man looked at Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue's reaction and became more and more certain that this speculation was right.

In a place like Chaonancheng, even a monk is not easy to kill at will, but if the slain person is already blind, then who cares?

The middle-aged man gave up the idea of ​​asking for medicine, looked at Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue and said with a smile: "Your biggest mistake is that you should give the medicine to the two monks in Baoshu Curie."

Then he told his disciples seriously: "Kill them, be careful not to break the medicine."

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Several flying swords broke through the sky and flew towards the narrow lane, pointing directly to Zhao Layue.

When those flying swords came to her, they suddenly gave birth to several afterimages, as if blooming, it is difficult to distinguish which sword is true.

This is the Sanhua Sword's Sanhua sword tactic. It is famous for its strangeness and unpredictability. If an ordinary monk does not prepare, he often hits the sword when he faces it.

Zhao Layue waved his hand, Firth sword out, flying around her body at high speed, she could not see the sword body at all, only to see a red line.

There were several crisp sounds, and those flying swords directly turned into fragments, and fell to the ground, making a crisp jingle.

Sandu sent his disciple Feijian to be destroyed, the sword heart was severely damaged, and wherever he could hold it up, spouting blood, he just fell down.

Fu Sijian hovered quietly in front of Zhao Layue.

She didn't even think about which sword shadow was true, just cut it all.

The middle-aged man felt the breath from the red flying sword, his face pale and shocked.

This kind of coercion has never felt even if he is on the flying sword in charge!

Is this the legendary magic soldier?Who is the other party?

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Zhao Layue looked at Jing Jiuyi.

At this time, they were less than ten feet away from the Sandu faction.

In this distance, Chengyi Realm can also use the sword to attack the other party.

Jing Jiu said: "I haven't killed people in many years."

Zhao Layue said, "What were you doing when we first met?"

Jing Jiu knew that this was not the time he jumped before her, but the time afterwards.

At that time he had just cut off the left head of Bihu Peak.

On the way to their brief conversation, the middle-aged man of the Sandu School finally woke up and summoned Feijian to prepare for the sword to escape.

Confirming that Jing Jiu didn't mean the sword, Zhao Layue shook his head and pointed his right hand toward the air.

Firth's sword broke away.

A bright red sword light illuminates the green trees on the side of the lane.

The middle-aged man fell from the sky, fell heavily in the alley, separated his head, and splashed a pool of blood.

The bright red sword light turned back again, like lightning, and came to Zhao Layue.

There were a few sounds in the alley, and the Sandupai disciples who were spitting blood in pain no longer felt any pain, because their heads also fell from their bodies.

Zhao Layue walked over to the corpses, swept it with sword knowledge, and then crouched down to search for something from the corpses.

Looking at the scene, Jing Jiu appreciated it very much, and felt that the little girl was much better than herself.

Jianhuo left the Forth Sword and landed on the torn corpses, instantly burning them to ashes.

Jing Jiu suddenly wondered what would happen to those fellows who regarded Zhao Layue as a fairy in Qingshan.

Zhao Layue seemed to know what he was thinking, saying: "What others think, it has nothing to do with me."

Jing Jiu did not continue on this topic, and instead said: "Jianhuo can not completely eliminate the traces."

The ashes of the corpses still exist, and there are many ways for the practice world to find clues, such as the blood stains on the wall, some martial arts are good at the two worlds, and even use these traces afterwards to infer the original scene directly by Tao , Shui Yuean is very good at this.

Zhao Layue said: "I'm not thinking about ruining corpses, just thinking about so many dead people in the alley. What if I scare the passing children?"

Killing people without blinking can be called cruelty, do not forget these details, shows that she really loves this world?

Jing Jiu Xin thought that this was really similar to his older brothers. He asked subconsciously: "What is the famous hot pot restaurant in Chaonancheng?"

When it comes to hot pot, the most famous stores are naturally in Yizhou.

There are also hot pots in the north, the taste is contrary to Yizhou's spicy style, and they are often seasoned with sesame sauce, such as Xilaiju in Chaoge City.

But for the residents of Chaonancheng, the best hot pot restaurant is of course only Hongmaozhai.

Hong Maozhai's style was northerly, and there was no freshly fried crispy meat. Zhao Layue was a little unhappy, so he ordered seven plates of freshly cut lamb that he loved when he was a kid.

Jing Jiu still only cooked a few slices of green vegetables to eat. The soup here is white, which suits his preferences.

Not far from Hongmaozhai, there is a very unremarkable earth temple in a remote street.

Two medical monks from Guocheng Temple have lived here for a long time.

The monk was staring at a box in his hand at this time.

No need to open the box, just by taste, he knew that it contained the calming borneol he needed most now.

The young monk thought of the sword light that sent the medicine box into the temple just now, and felt shudder, saying, "Sister Uncle, do you want to inform the government?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "It's the same fellow."

The young monk was stunned, and only a moment later woke up, and he was a little uncertain and asked, "Is the Daoist of Qingshan Sect?"

The old monk nodded.

The young monk thought about what had happened in the Baoshu Curie, wondering if the person in the room on the seventh floor could easily take out a black grass pill, and said happily: "The south of Chaoyang City is so close to Qingshan. I dare to be so arrogant, I really do n’t know what to do. "

The old monk judged who was the medicine deliverer from that sword light. He couldn't help but shook his head after listening to the teacher and nephew, thinking that Qingshan Sect had always been low-key.

"I don't know what happened to Liu Shisui now."

The young monk thought about the scene of fighting side by side with the disciples of Qingshan in the turbid water a few days ago, and said with emotion: "He is young, but worthy of being born of Taoism, and he is much stronger than me. It ’s really admirable to be so calm. "

The old monk said indifferently: "Calmness often comes from courage, and there is always a shortage of friends in Aoyama."

The young monk was worried and said, "Why did he faint in the end? I haven't found where his injury came from after checking for a long time."

There was a loud noise outside the temple.

The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in an official uniform came in. Behind him, more than a dozen sergeants separated the lively crowd from outside.