Chapter 285 Brothers Three, Back to the 1 reverse scale

"Mr. Ye's head is a long way to go." Xue Huan, who has always preferred to miss the sword of Reincarnation, left this sentence to say goodbye to the battlefield countless times that Ye Wen-hwan said. However, unlike the past when he was full of energy or was unwilling to give in after taking the sword, Xue Huan's tone this time was careless.

When the martial arts of the Jin and Song dynasties were all shocked by the resurrection of Yang Songxian, the battlefield changed instantly, which made the battle of Huanqian, which might not have been present, ended up in the end. Xue Huan, who did not make a special sword for Lin Qian, did not have the relief he should have, but was so careless. He did not have no nostalgia and did not look back, as if he did not want to see the scene in front of him.

Who would rather see this scene: I was once a friend who was slashing his neck, but also suspected of robbing love, and then misunderstandings were numerous, and once life and death were endless. At this moment, the guilty party was rejected to recognize each other...

The position ends here, and the sea of ​​bitterness extends here.

Murong Jingts captured the shock, disappointment and incredibleness in Qian's face, and put on Song Xian's sleeve and left: "I'll say it again, he is not your brother." He was as soft as the breeze, and his words were harsh.

Yin'er couldn't stand by and let Murong Jingjie talk nonsense, and immediately drew his sword and threatened him: "Murrong Jingjie, try to tell a little more lies! Look at whether your mouth is fast or my sword is fast!" As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Songxian's sharp glance came. A faint cold air appeared on the sword edge of the gurgling silk sword, with a potential murderous aura spreading towards Yin'er as if it were broken. In just half a moment, the heroes were shocked to see the sword hit Feng Xiaoyin's throat, as fast as a ghost, the sword's order was flexible and meticulous, and the benefits and interests were evident! Even if the leader of the league was fast, he could almost stop it. Unexpectedly, if he didn't see it for half a year, the sword technique was still fresh and natural, gurgling silk, and Zhan Si, Shen looked at him with tears in his eyes. Yunwu Mountain still had a little bit of his heart, but he would be a mother.

Amid the exclamation, Yang Songxian and Feng Xiaoyin were already in a fierce battle. If he refused to forgive Qian because of the past, he denied that he was Song Xian, then he would really show off his murderous intention to Yin'er because of Murong Jingzhe? No, this is absolutely impossible!

Qian realized that the boy in front of him was different from Song Xian. Once the boy in front of him left the sword and looked at him alone, his eyes were empty and his purpose was nothing. He seemed to like provocations very much. He provoked them all because of Murong Jingjie! Even if he was Song Xian, he was definitely not a complete Song Xian. It seemed that he had lost something...

The true energy filled Yang Fengjian sideways, Yin'er looked solemn and murderous. Even if it was difficult and did not retreat, Qian could understand that Yin'er would never allow anyone to betray, deceive or hurt him. So in order to defend him, he never thought about it and gave his all. He did not discover Yin'er's intentions in the past... But Yin'er, how could I bear to let you be involved? Your injury has not yet been cured...

Qian calmed down her melancholy, and the sword of the blemish quickly entered the game and protected Yin'er by her side. She cut on the silk sword without hesitation and forced Song Xian to attack and suppress him. With him there, of course she could control Song Xian: "Murong Jingzhe, go back to the alliance and think about how to explain to me!"

While curbing the confrontation, he sternly gave Murong Jingjie an order. Murong Villa had no possibility of refuting, so he could only choose to evacuate first.

Yin'er sneer, looking at the thoughtful Song Xian, who looked back at the sword withdrawal, said: "Yang Songxian, don't pretend anymore! Your sword betrays you!"

Qian and Song Xian were suddenly stunned-

"Drinking hatred knife, is it really that effective? Yang Songxian, Yang Songxian, the most effective thing is the human heart and eyes. It is your hesitation that betrayed you!" Qian will always remember that his and Song Xian's rebellion beside the cliff in early autumn in Kuizhou was due to his act of being spontaneous. He would never forget the harm in his life. Is Song Xian still resentful? Or, he lost his memory, but there was still a trace in his heart...

Song Xian turned around and followed Murong Jingtie with some doubts. He wanted to look back several times, but he didn't.

"General Ye is in trouble, the Anti-Jin League will ensure your safety and hope you can cooperate." Seeing Murong Villa leave, Qian's first thing to do is to ensure Ye Wenqing stay.

"It's great. Ye also has something to discuss with his old friend." Ye Wentun nodded, confronted him just now, and had not greeted Wenxuan. At this time, there was no need to signal from afar.

Looking at Yang Songxian's back, Yin'er put herself in her shoes and knew that Qian was sad in her heart, so she had to lie softly: "Shengnan, he should... not Song Xian... Song Xian's sword technique will never be so fierce."

Qian was not the melancholy expression she imagined. On the contrary, she smiled slightly at her, as if relieved: "No matter whether he is or not, he can't escape." Just by this forced smile, she was already the destiny of a general.

Ye Wenfu looked at him calmly smile from the side, not as if he should be under the age of twenty. He was secretly shocked. Ye Wenfu knew a little about everything that happened to Lin Qian recently: Lin Qian had to go through this way, no wonder even Wenxuan was convinced. His experience was even more complicated than Wenxuan. After twists and turns, it finally created his high-level vision and the spirit of the leader of the alliance.

Ye Wenfang sighed, and what flashed through his mind was the beautiful appearance of Lan Yuze in Han Tuozhou's mansion, and the beautiful appearance of the princess in the deep palace of Lin'an.

"Appoint me a meeting with Jiang Zhongzi, don't disclose it to Lin Qian for now. If he wants to ask, just say that I am a fellow villager with Jiang Zhongzi." Ye Wenfu walked to Wenxuan and said the first sentence in a low voice. Wenxuan nodded. Ye Wenfu looked away and returned to the dusty Leng Piaoling. She was sorting out all the calligraphy and paintings. No one helped her, and no one needed to help her. Ye Wenfu smiled insightfully: "This cold girl seems to be alone.

I'm used to it. I heard Wen Zhao mention her. You didn't want the princess back then, just to pursue this mysterious woman. When I saw her today, it was indeed the type you like." Patting Wenxuan's shoulder, Ye Wenyang smiled and said, "Stay her. Don't be like me anymore, you can't tie the princess's heart." Wenxuan sighed softly: "Brother actually understands that the princess can't be tied up by the life of luxury and food. Without that environment, the princess will be like a fish in water."

Ye Wenxia listened silently and asked for a moment: "Can Lin Qian find her whereabouts now? She has been missing for so many days, and I don't know if the princess is still safe. If the situation is serious, I will go to the officers and soldiers to dispatch it."

Wen Xuan was stunned: "Now the Demon Sect is actually everywhere, and we can't hide it from us once there is any movement. Brother, don't worry, the purpose of the Jin man is to use the princess to threaten Lin Qian, so the princess's life will not be in danger. However, the princess's whereabouts have always been a mystery. According to our speculation, I'm afraid the princess was hidden in the most hidden place in Qianxi by the Jin man." Wen Xuan noticed Ye Wen's concern, paused, and said: "The most hidden place is the deepest place in the Demon Sect. It is difficult for ordinary people to find a way to enter the Demon King's residence."

"So, Lin Qian has a plan for rescue now?" Ye Wenlong asked with a brow.

"The deepest part of the Demon Village is full of dangers. You may have to go through a few masters to explore the way. Coincidentally, Yang Songxian is likely to know the Demon Village Road very well..." Wen Xuan replied, "I wonder if he can cooperate with the alliance. If possible, things will be much easier..."

"After this incident, how should Lin Qian ensure that he and the princess have a future..." Ye Wenfang said lightly.

On the way back to the alliance station, like Wen Xuan, no matter who it is, the one who cares most is Song Xian's resurrection, and the second is Xue Huan's hidden sword.

Qian knew everything that suddenly happened. If the young man in white clothes was really Song Xian, he would be just a Song Xian who lost his memory. He was resurrected but lost his memory. The accident happened in the battlefield on July 18th. If Qian Shuang was right inquiring, the only turning point would happen after the Jin Man abandoned the corpse.

"The Jin man abandoned his corpse, and the villagers thought the matter was over, but the matter that night was not over and it continued - another person came, that was Murong Jingtie." Qian speculated to the accompanying Hai, Yin'er listened.

"Murong Jingjie, she did not participate in the Battle of Kuizhou..." Yin'er recalled, "But, Murong Villa arrived in Qianxi immediately as soon as she arrived in Kuizhou. Now, I was a little anxious. Could it be that it was because she saved a dying Song Xian and deliberately avoided us?" Yin'er thought more and more: "Hmph, I thought Murong Jingjie was so anxious to be the first group of people to come to Qianxi just to compete with Sima Dailan. It turned out that what she was most anxious about was to completely isolate Yang Songxian from you. When we were still waiting for Song Xian in Kuizhou, Song Xian was already waiting for us in Qianxi? What a sinister Murong Manor!"

"Yes, she not only saved Song Xian, who was dying at the time, but also spent half a year to treat and take care of him..." Qian said softly, "She has always wanted to get Song Xian and will not miss this opportunity."

"This opportunity, is this opportunity to transform him?" Yin'er suddenly burst into cold sweat, "She won't give Song Xian a charm soup for half a year, right? No wonder Song Xian doesn't know you..."

"Song Xian lost his memory, not necessarily all because of her. Maybe it was because of her serious injury, maybe it was because of her intentional forgetting, but one thing she could do was to motivate was Song Xian's feelings and impression of me. For half a year, Song Xian has been disguising himself and is unwilling to communicate with us. What do you think Murong Jingtie instilled with him?" Qian analyzed, "All his understanding of me must be based on Murong Jingtie."

"Song Xian now may only hear Murong Jingtie's one-sided words." Yin'er nodded, suddenly feeling a little hurt. Can a person really lose his memory? Including the girl Lan whom he once loved so deeply, Song Xian also forgot it?

During the resurrection of Song Xian, the heroes were all over the place. When they returned to the camp, they found that the Wu family had also arrived after hearing the news and were happy: "Really? Is that Song Xian really? It's a bit unbelievable!" The Wu family, who has always been known for its calmness, rarely has such a direct look. However, Song Xian has such weight, and his life and death have always been tied to Xinyu and Shengnan, and are inseparable.

"Xinyu, I can be sure that he is Song Xian." Qian smiled slightly. For Wu Yue, this was of course a great good news.

When Wu Yue heard this statement, he became even more joyful and cursed without any concealment: "The money is so good! You are really not good at doing things!" While scolding him, he was very happy.

"However, we recognize him as Song Xian, but he may not recognize us."

Wu Yue was as if he was thrown cold water and was stunned: "What?"

"He may have lost some memories." Qian said softly: "I need to ask Murong Jingjie for the specific reason. She must have not expected that Song Xian would suddenly rush out and be seen by the entire alliance. I will not give her time to organize lies, so she will tell the truth now."

The sky is in the distance, a touch of cold blue.

The remaining mountains and rivers are intertwined and disputes are intertwined. In and outside the alliance, there are also murderous auras.

Fights continue.

In the battle situation, the young man in white clothes was dashing and romantic, gentle and elegant, the sword moved with his heart, and the artistic conception of the sword made people linger. Once he left the cyan silk sword, the young man in white clothes was wrong. As Shengnan said, he did not recognize Shengnan and Xinyu.

Beyond the sword shadow, there is a sword light lingering - he does not recognize Shengnan, so his dialogue with Shengnan can only be carried out through force.

When the alliance immediately launched an investigation and coerced Murong Jingtie to tell the truth, Murong Jingtie had no reason to make a fuss, so he showed weakness to Song Xian with a pale face. Song Xian declared war on Shengnan again for this irrelevant woman. The confrontation in front of him was inevitable, and two sticks of incense had been continuously.

The three brothers grew up together. Xinyu has seen Shengnan and Song Xian compete in martial arts countless times. He also stood aside, watching their swordsmanship and sword skills improve step by step, and to see their appearance and demeanor quietly change. What rubbed out from the swordsmanship is the passing of time. It was just like this that Lin and Yang saw the swordsmanship and shadows that Lin and Yang were once the most attached scenery in Xinyu. It was called a scenery because they have never conveyed brotherhood. No matter how worried the dispute between swordsmanship and swordsmanship, they were not worried. Back then, I thought that I would like this, and even the three of them had been traveling together for a lifetime, and could not meet their respective partners.

Xinyu's eyes suddenly became a little wet.

After a few years, there were still two people, drinking and hating the sword Lin Qian, and the cuckoo sword Yang Songxian, all of them were made of a magical axe, and the magic pen was drawn. One sword technique was generous and tragic to inherit the ancient style, and the other sword technique was fresh and elegant to open up new paths. Everything around was faded. The scene was so familiar that Xinyu had to go back to Tai'an back then, go see, listen, and think... Song Xian, you always like to jokingly shout: Xinyu, Xinyu, come and save me, I am about to be chopped by him! But now, why is your sword tip as cold as your expression? If you want to cut him down, there is no existence in your eyes...

"You don't have to let me! Take out your strength in the Death Knife!" Song Xian's challenging tone.

"You don't have to escape from reality anymore. You won't even want to know your past!" Shengnan said sternly, "Have you never doubted where you came from, who your surname is, your swordsmanship, and why she asked you to stay away from the alliance!"

In this world, all love and hate are waiting for the same person. Yin'er looked at Sheng Nansong Xian's weapons and recalled the bizarre Yi Ye Qian's abnormal behavior towards him outside the Kuimen. At this time, she understood even more that the relationship between Sheng Nan and Song Xian had long been revealed in his sleepwalking. He wanted to punish Song Xian for diving, but when he taught Song Xian to dive, he wanted to protect Song Xian in his arms... Perhaps, the moment Song Xian fell in love with his best brother's lover, the entanglement of love and hate was destined!

"Yes, your name is Yang Songxian." After discovering that Song Xian's eyebrows were infinitely moved, Murong Jingjie knew that she could not hide his past, so he told the truth. Lin Qian's guidance made her unable to escape: "You are indeed what they called Yang Songxian...but he is not your brother!"

Murong Jingtie's concession was the beginning of Song Xian's return. Yin'er, Wen Xuan, Hai and others were all very happy, thinking that Song Xian would understand it because of this, but Murong's bowing down made Song Xian even more rebellious. He sneered uncompromisingly: "Yes, my name is Yang Songxian, you can leave! Lin Qian, please take your group of people away! Don't disturb my life anymore, I am not your brother!"

I am not your brother! This time it is different. The person who decisively denies their brotherhood this time is not Murong Jingzhe, but Yang Songxian himself! At that moment, the heroes were completely shocked, and Xinyu almost clenched his fists, and he wanted to go forward and knock Songxian down!

Lin Qian's face also changed completely. He was shocked and shocked but not angry. The sword of blemish suddenly showed its might and was powerful, and it was as powerful as it was incomparable. Regardless of whether Yang Songxian had any words below, a knife had already crossed his neck, and he paused word by word. He controlled Song Xian's gurgling sword to stagnate: "Yang Songxian, please tell me clearly. Over the years, no matter what the position, the situation is, whether it is disgusting or hatred, I, Lin Shengnan, have never denied that you, Yang Songxian is my brother! You are the same! It must be!" There was no roar or roar, just an order when he was most angry. While he was speaking, his voice was as sad as before, shocking Xinyu's heart. The three brothers had suffered and suffered. During the troubles, Shengnan's voice and Song Xian's breath were almost the bright lights in his darkness. No one would lead others to break through the dark world, and only everyone would break through!

Song Xian was obviously shocked, and the cuckoo sword fell out of his hand. Shengnan turned around and left in anger: "I leave you time to consider whether to cooperate with the alliance!"

Xinyu walked to Song Xian and touched the familiar silk sword. The nine-foot man couldn't bear the tears: "Like a dream, die and live again. You are really Song Xian..." Song Xian turned around, his lips twitched, as if he had something to ask, but he looked at him in confusion and did not recognize him.

"Song Xian, I just want you to know that from the first day I was in Hongao Village, I will never leave you in life and death. I will listen to him for advice. I will take the lead in attacking the enemy and gathering the morale of the army. Only when the three brothers work together can I not be the leader in Hongao Village. He is my driving force and your pillar! How can a sworn brother say he doesn't recognize him if he doesn't recognize him!"

The handsome, burly and handsome in front of him seemed to recognize him, but he still didn't. Song Xian could not fill this lack, and he could not accept the sudden incident.

Murong Jingjie looked up sadly and said with a sarcastic expression: "Wu family, what are the three brothers living and dying together? When Lin Qian and Song Xian broke up, you were always on Lin Qian's side."

Wu Yue sneered and gave her a blank look: "Is that so? I only know that only women like Lan Yuze are worth fighting for by Lin Qian and Song Xian!"

Murong Jingjie's face changed drastically, and it was so scary. Hai felt happy that he almost slapped his hands and applauded. Yin'er suddenly added a little sympathy to Murong Jingjie. The woman trapped by love, but unfortunately her way was too vicious...

The heroes were about to leave, but Song Xian rushed forward immediately and stopped Wu Yue who was walking in the front: "Wait a minute, I want to know... the woman you mentioned... does she like white clothes?"

The wind is written on the side of Murong Jingtie's lonely and beautiful face, and Yin'er clearly saw her shoulders trembling slightly.

Chen Yiran was standing beside Wu Yue, and asked with trembling, "Do you often have a woman in white in my impression?"

Song Xian nodded blindly and looked at her expectantly.

Chen Yiran felt jealous and burst out instantly, with a sneer: "Is that true, Young Master Yang, you are so sure that the woman in white is not your thorn?!"

"It's enough Chen Yiran! It's not your turn to talk here!" Murong Jingtie shouted like crazy, changing the depth and coldness that was in front of people, she chased the guests weakly, with a sad smile on her lips. She seemed to want to cry, but she couldn't shed tears.
Chapter completed!