The drizzle is falling, refreshing into the night.
Qi Zixian and Jiang Fengqing stood side by side and looked at the kitchen.
The ajar door of the back kitchen slowly opened, and a figure in a red official costume walked out, holding an extremely bright oil lamp in his hand.
"General An, you are so polite here." The red official's clothes bowed handsomely.
"The murderer lights the lamp, the ruthless bloody clothes. I can't bear this gift from you." Qi Zixian said with a stern look in his eyes.
Jiang Fengqing was shocked. This Xueyi was a well-known master in the world. He was powerful and unpredictable, and he killed people for fun.
According to rumors, every time he killed someone, he would take the heart blood of the deceased and light the oil lamp in his hand, and use the blood from the deceased to wash his red official clothes. An eminent monk from Putuo Mountain once went down to capture him, but in the end he escaped and was never heard from again. The eminent monk returned and sighed, "This disciple is practicing evil arts. When the oil in his lamp overflows and his official clothes are bright red, he will become a demon."
"Lord Shura with Red Eyes of the Red Dragon Army, my family has admired your name for a long time. I wonder how long your blood will last?" Xue Yi picked up his orchid finger and wiped it on his bright red lips.
An Zicheng held the spear in front of him and said with a smile, "If you want to bleed me, you'll have to defeat me first!"
Xueyi held the oil lamp holder with one hand, and the flame of the lamp suddenly grew to three feet, shaped like
"Then let the slave family try General An's skills."
Xueyi leaned over and took a lunge. Jiang Fengqing only saw a red figure flash past and rush over.
The next moment, An Zicheng started to move. Holding the gun body with both hands, it was a powerful and heavy sweep. The Xue Yi who had just rushed over appeared, raised the fire ruler to block, and took three steps back to block the shot.
Xueyi blocked An Zicheng's spear with one foot. An Zicheng took advantage of the opportunity to turn and kick, and swiped again. Xueyi held the fire ruler with both hands, blocked it again, and took three steps back.
Xueyi stood still, adjusted his breath for a moment and said, "General An is indeed very skilled."
"You are quite interesting. If you have any other means, use it as soon as possible. If this is all you have, you may die next."
After An Zicheng said this, he put his left hand in front of him into a palm and his right hand behind him, holding a spear, like a dragon out of the sea, running towards the bloody clothes.
The wind and rain along the way gathered around him, forming a pair of huge wings that were almost transparent. The entire courtyard wall and corridor were blown down by the wings, and the inn collapsed.
"It seems that the Nu family is still not suitable for fighting and killing. General An, don't worry."
Xueyi smiled sweetly and threw the fire ruler above his head. The fire ruler turned into an oil lamp again. Under the light of the oil lamp, the red official robe on Xueyi's body looked so red that it was about to bleed.
Xueyi stretched out his left hand towards An Zicheng, who was rushing towards him, and held it in a virtual gesture. His slender hand was densely covered with countless red threads, which quickly extended to both sides.
boom
Another spring thunder exploded, and strong winds carried heavy rain.
Jiang Fengqing outside the field was watching the battle between An Zicheng and Xueyi. He didn't want to run away. The old man's Qi Ji under the poplar tree kept him locked. At this moment, An Zicheng was still threatening him, and the old man didn't come to arrest him. If he runs away, the old man will probably come to catch him next moment.
Just when An Zicheng was about to rush to Xueyi, An Zicheng suddenly felt stunned on his face, and looked at the collapsed ruins of the guest room on the right with his two red eyes.
The next moment, five figures covered with red threads flew out of the ruins. Each of the five figures burst out with a terrifying aura and rushed straight towards An Zicheng.
Boom boom boom boom
An Zicheng only had time to protect his spear in front of him. The five figures were all dead Dali Temple yamen servants. Although they were only at the fourth level of cultivation, their self-destruction was as powerful as a full-strength strike from the fifth level.
Looking at the bloody mist in front of him, Xueyi gently closed his eyes and said with a smile, "General An, look, what a beautiful scene."
Old Ghost Yang on the side was also shocked. He did not expect that the blood-clothed man could actually control corpses like this. Sure enough, there is no false person under the reputation. This bloody man has been able to stay in the world for so many years, but he still has a hidden card. Outsiders only know him as moody, but how many people know his true face.
Old Ghost Yang couldn't help but feel ridiculous in his heart. How many of the sixth-grade experts in the world were really crazy?
At this time, the blood mist in the air rolled crazily, and a powerful aura burst out.
Xueyi opened his eyes suddenly, made a hand seal with his hands, and the oil lamp above his head lit up for another three minutes.
The next moment, a spear filled with blazing fire flew out of the blood mist and rushed towards Xueyi with an invincible force.
Buzz
The spear stopped abruptly three inches away from Xue Yi's forehead. Although the flames on the gun body were still strong, it was difficult to move forward any further.
The oil lamp above Xueyi's head burned fiercely, and at that moment, 30% of the lamp oil inside evaporated.
"General An, it hurts so much when your spear stabs me."
Xue Yi's pair of narrow eyes looked particularly enchanting under the illumination of the oil lamp.
"Later, you have to compensate the slave family well. The slave family will drain all the blood from your body."
The blood mist was still rolling, as if it was giving birth to something. The heavy rain was pouring down, and the blood mist began to slowly dissipate.
Xueyi did not look at the spear in front of him anymore, but focused on the blood mist that was gradually dissipating. He had an inexplicable bad feeling in his heart.
boom
The spear in front of Xue Yi suddenly exploded, and the powerful air wave caused Jiang Fengqing in the distance to take several steps back.
The poplar tree on the side was also affected by the explosion. The old man looked depressed and innocent, so he had to use his inner strength to protect the poplar tree. You must know that this poplar tree is an important part of his cultivation method. Without it, his cultivation level will drop by several levels.
Xue Yi, who bore the brunt of the attack, felt a mouthful of blood well up in his throat. Most of the oil in the oil lamp above his head evaporated, leaving less than 30%. The red official clothes on his body are no longer as bright red as before.
Xueyi was very puzzled. He couldn't understand why An Zicheng was so crazy that he gave up his spear like this.
You must know that if a warrior has cultivated to their level, it will take a long time to obtain a suitable weapon, and once the weapon is damaged, it will not only damage his own strength, but also damage the foundation of his cultivation, which will affect his future. Progress in cultivation.
boom
A black shadow shot out of the blood mist at an astonishing speed, rushing straight towards the old man who had just resisted the aftermath of the explosion and was adjusting his breath.
Xueyi was shocked and immediately jumped up and followed him. He never expected that An Zicheng's target was Old Ghost Yang.
When Old Ghost Yang saw An Zicheng rushing toward him, his blood-stained pupils seemed to be on fire, he was suddenly shocked. At this time, he couldn't escape at all at his speed. Only by resisting the blood clothes to support him could he have a chance of survival.
"Get up." Old Ghost Yang shouted, and the poplar trees around him rose from the ground, and the intertwined roots caused the entire ground to shake.
"Sen Luo Wan Xian!"
Yang Laogui held his breath and concentrated, using his hands to control the tree weighing more than a thousand kilograms from the air and smashing it towards An Zicheng. At this time, he had completely exploded and did not dare to hold back at all.
An Zicheng formed a fist with his left hand and faced the poplar tree that was coming at him without losing any speed. He could already see flames swaying in his pupils. The armor on his body was also in tatters, and there was a deep bone wound on his right arm. Still bleeding.
Boom boom boom
Spring thunder is rolling, and the rain is already pouring.
Old Ghost Yang's eyes widened and he looked at An Zicheng in front of him in astonishment. At this time, An Zicheng's left palm was already imprinted on his Dantian.
boom
The poplar tree suddenly fell to the ground and broke into several pieces. Its branches and leaves also became scorched black, and the rainwater hitting it quickly turned into white gas. The already broken muddy ground was shaken again by the impact of the poplar tree.
"General An, you lose."
Xue Yi stopped ten steps away from An Zicheng, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the pale smile on Xue Yi's face.
Poof
An Zicheng stabbed Yang Laogui's stomach directly with his left hand, and blood flowed out instantly. Old Ghost Yang's face was pale, his body was shaking like chaff, and he bit his lip without daring to say anything.
"Save your life, get out!"
An Zicheng took out his hand and turned towards Xueyi. Old Ghost Yang immediately covered his stomach, stuffed the small section of intestine that had leaked out back into his stomach, and quickly jumped and disappeared into the rain.
The blood stains on the ground were quickly eliminated by the heavy rain, and the originally strong smell of blood in the air became much lighter.
An oil-paper umbrella appeared on Jiang Fengqing's head at some point. Judging from the figure, the person holding the umbrella was a man. He was wearing a green shirt and his face could not be seen clearly.
"General An went too far," Xue Yi said.
"I know in my heart whether I'm passing or not, I don't need you to judge." An Zicheng said coldly.
"I thought I didn't need to take action, but I didn't expect you two to be so useless."
The man holding the umbrella glanced at the bloody clothes and said, "An Zicheng, leave now. I can pretend I didn't see you."
Xue Yi bowed and said, "What Master Qing Umbrella taught me is that my subordinates are incompetent."
"I never thought you could be a dog in a bloody suit." An Zicheng laughed loudly. The wound at the corner of his mouth was torn by him again, and blood flowed out. He just wiped it nonchalantly.
"If you were able to fight with me for a while when you were in your prime, now you have run out of gas. If you insist on going your own way, I am afraid you will die here together with the eldest prince today."
Qing Umbrella said calmly, "I spent 20% of my inner strength to give him the protective spirit beads. This is a sign of love. Going into this dangerous place for him alone is a sign of justice. I respect your love and justice and give you a chance to live. But if If you insist on seeking death, I can help you."
An Zicheng seemed not to hear, and walked towards Qing Umbrella step by step, his fiery eyes dimming little by little with his slow footsteps.
Xueyi ignored An Zicheng at this time, but looked doubtfully at the pile of bricks and tiles left behind after the original wall of the inn collapsed. There was a black shadow moving there.
An Zicheng came to Qing Umbrella and stood still, his eyes returning to normal. In the darkness, Jiang Fengqing could no longer see his face clearly.
"If you take one step further, you will die under my umbrella." Qing Umbrella said calmly.
"It's so late, it's time to go back and wash up and go to sleep." Jiang Fengqing yawned and said, "I'm a little tired."
An Zicheng was silent when he heard this.
Qing Umbrella looked up at the boundless rain curtain and said, "He who knows the current situation is a hero. He is gone. You still have your Red Dragon Army. Which is more important, don't make mistakes."
The rain subsided a little, and An Zicheng walked past the remains of bricks and tiles, and the clatter of hoofbeats on the horse he rode on once again sounded on the road, but the spear and the moonlight were missing.
After a long time, Qing Umbrella asked, "Why are you still so calm?"
"There are times in your life that you must have, but there are no times in your life, so don't force it." Jiang Fengqing said with a smile, "There is a word called inescapable catastrophe. If I really die from this disaster, no matter how hard I struggle, it will be useless."
"You see clearly, but there are few people in this world who can be as free and easy as you."
An old voice sounded, and both Qing Umbrella and Jiang Fengqing looked towards the courtyard wall.
An old man with white hair and a long beard held a banner in his hand, which said "Happy Heaven knows fate, so don't worry."
The old man sat up from the pile of bricks and tiles on the courtyard wall and complained, "I sleep well on this wall, but you people are shouting and killing here, disturbing others' dreams."
As he spoke, the old man walked towards them, mumbling something.
Qing Umbrella frowned, watching the old man approach Xue Yi, but Xue Yi didn't respond. The old man suddenly grabbed Xue Yi's wrist with one hand.
"Everything in the world has three thoughts."
The old man just pulled it gently, and the blood-stained clothes flew up and flew to no one knows where.
"The first thought is despair, the second thought is truth, and the third thought is sorrow." The old man threw away his blood-stained clothes and continued to read while walking towards them.
"The so-called one thought of hell and one thought of heaven."
The sky started to get bright and the rain stopped.
“Every thought you have in your mind is the cause, and everything you experience at the moment is the result.”
