After Xuanyuan Youpeng escaped, the stone that was pressing into everyone's heart finally fell to the ground.
Song Yuandao said weakly: "I thought I could kill him, but I didn't expect that he would escape."
Chen Siping looked solemn: "It was my negligence, I was careless."
"However, Xuanyuan Youpeng suffered a serious injury after this battle. I broke his six meridians. In less than half a year, he could not come out to make trouble."
“We still have a chance.”
Song Yuandao bowed to Chen Siping: "Thank you, Zhenren Chen for help."
"Hey, there is no need to be a tribute. The old Taoist is younger than an adult, so how dare he receive this great gift?"
Chen Siping hurriedly helped Song Yuan up and said, "It's all about avenging Li Xian and eliminating the harm of the world."
After Murong Bai observed Xiao Xuangan's injuries and confirmed that he was not in danger of his life, he came to the two seniors.
"Xuanyuan Youpeng escapes, Murong Mountain Villa will definitely make every effort to arrest him. I wonder how Tiance Mansion and Wudang Mountain will react?"
Chen Siping smiled and said, "Wudang will not let these evil demons go. I will send a message back to Wudang to inform you of this. I believe that many masters will come down in Wudang Mountain to find Xuanyuan Youpeng."
Song Yuandao glanced at Murong Bai deeply and sighed:
"I didn't expect that even the famous Murong Bai would join the Blood Clothing Hall."
"A group of like-minded friends gathered together to do something like-minded." Murong Bai said, "As for the Blood Clothing Hall or other sects, it is just a name and has no meaning."
"Well said."
Song Yuandao nodded: "The Bloody Clothes Hall has nothing to do with my senior brother's death, so we won't continue to pursue it. Tonight, the Bloody Clothes Hall has also helped us a lot, and I am very grateful. However, due to the saint's destiny, we have to pursue the Bloody Clothes Hall."
"The saint's imperial edict cannot be violated. I hope Mr. Murong can understand this."
"That's certain."
"About Xuanyuan Youpeng, since he escaped, he can only make a fuss about King Yong."
Song Yuandao looked at the unconscious King Yong with concern: "The evidence is conclusive. The saint doesn't know what to do with him, but it is certain that the future life of Tiance Mansion will not be very good. After this storm, we will take out our hands to deal with you."
"During this period, Blood Clothes Hall, it's better to leave Chang'an."
Murong Bai said: "At present, there are only six of us left in the Blood Clothing Clan disciples who are still in Chang'an."
Song Yuandao was a little surprised: "It's so fast?"
"In a turbulent period, the Blood Clothing Hall also needs to protect itself. Chang'an is not peaceful, so if you continue to stay, you may be in a state of being crushed to pieces."
"Hey... you are free, and Tiance Mansion also wants to protect yourself. However, it is our mission to ride a tiger."
Song Yuandao bowed: "After a while, I will send people to Murong Villa to discuss with the leader of Murong Alliance to capture Xuanyuan Youpeng and his followers in the world, and hope that Mr. Murong can mediate from it."
"Murong Villa has no choice but to clear the Demon Sect, and my father will definitely agree." Murong Bai said in a deep voice.
"Thank you."
Song Yuandao patted the dust on his clothes, carried King Yong behind his hands, and walked along the way he came to the direction of King Yong's mansion.
Chen Siping also bowed and said goodbye. In an instant, only Murong Bai and coma Xiao Xuangan were left on the street.
No, there is one more!
Murong Bai said loudly: "Zhou Bian, come out."
A window on the third floor opposite him opened, revealing Zhou Bian with a complicated face.
Zhou Bian turned over and landed on the street, possessed himself and picked up a few arrows, and walked to Murong Bai.
"Why are you here?" Murong Bai looked around and asked.
Zhou Bian replied: "Xuanyuan Youpeng had contacted An Qingxu before. Wuxiang rushed to the Yongwang Mansion tonight. I was afraid that Li Xin'an would be there and would die at the hands of Wuxiang, so I rushed over."
“I didn’t expect it,
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You are really here, but you just didn’t see Li Xin'an and Wu Xiang.”
"What? Wuxiang is here too?" Murong Bai looked surprised.
"I didn't see him."
"I have never seen Li Xin'an before. I originally thought that Xuanyuan Youpeng was holding him hostage, but I didn't expect it was King Yong. Where is Li Xin'an? Didn't he come?" Zhou Bian asked.
When Murong Bai heard this, his heart suddenly became cold.
"He came, but since we entered the Yongwang Mansion, we separated and never saw Brother Li again."
The two looked at each other and thought of a terrible possibility at the same time.
...
Half an hour ago.
Li Xin'an took out the Yong Prince's Mansion and wanted to catch up with Murong Bai and the others, but on the way, a fierce and fierce sword energy suddenly slashed from the slant.
Li Xin'an barely flashed by, then looked alertly in the direction of the attack.
On the roof across the street, there was a full moon standing with a sword.
Li Xin'an's eyes were like a torch, and he slowly called out that name:
"Wuxiang."
"Li Xin'an, it's been a long time since we met."
Wu Xiang's voice was indifferent and cold, without any feeling or anger of a living person.
Li Xin'an climbed up the roof, and the two of them were only ten steps apart through the chimney.
"Why are you here?" Li Xin'an asked.
"Come and help Xuanyuan Youpeng, and... kill you."
Li Xin'an's eyes were complicated: "Is there really no room for recovery?"
"Are you scared?" Wu Xiang's expression was a little sarcastic, "Do you think you will die under my sword?"
"No."
Li Xin'an said in a deep voice: "I just don't want us to meet each other."
Wu Xiang shook his head: "You are the noble young master, I am a slave with a low status. From the moment we meet, we are destined that we are not the same person."
"No, I'm not a young master anymore, we are all just ordinary people!"
"Look at the people around you." Wu Xiang said coldly, "Do you think you will become a commoner after you leave Li Linfu? Your master is Pei Min, the sword saint of the Tang Dynasty, your subordinates are the famous Blood Clothing Hall, your boss is the crown prince of the current dynasty, the future emperor, your friend is the son of the current leader of the martial arts world, the son of the imperial merchant in Jiangnan, and the descendant of the Liu family, a famous Jianghu in Chang'an. Each of them is someone who can only look up to others in their lifetime, but it is common to be by your side."
"A lifetime of glory and wealth, and a lifetime of luxury. This is your fate. You can't change it, no one can change it."
"I dare not touch it."
Wu Xiang raised the "Guanri" and pointed it at Li Xin'an's face.
"I often wonder why fate is so unfair? Why do you mean to be rich and prosperous for a lifetime when you were born, but I want to snatch the rotten flesh from the corpse from the wild dog in the wilderness! Why!"
"You are my inner demon, and we are destined to live and die."
Wu Xiang's words were like a sharp knife, slashing Li Xin'an's heart. He knew that this playmate of childhood, his best friend, was destined to be an enemy of him.
Li Xin'an would not whisper to pray for Wu Xiang's forgiveness and forgiveness. He was just sad. Although his nose was sour, tears flowed silently in his eyes. Li Xin'an just wiped it away gently and then pulled out the sword.
"I see."
Li Xinan slowly let out a breath and opened his eyes again, he was already completely different from before.
"You did all the Japanese missions that were killed outside Luoyang City."
"It's me."
"Why?"
"An Qingxu's order."
"What he wants is a replacement for Takehiko Kato, and what he wants is to re-open the connection between the three towns and Japan. They are all dead, not his purpose."
"There's another person."
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"Who else...is--"
Li Xin'an's eyes suddenly widened and he was in great horror.
Why did he forget that Japanese man who left first?
"Kuya Ahn Hyuuen...it's him...he's the second Takehide Kato!"
Wu Xiang shrugged: "I mean, he was the first to die."
Li Xinan was stunned.
"Otherwise, how could I know when the Japanese mission will arrive in Luoyang?"
"Juan An Qingyuan... is dead too?"
"You really realize it later. Where did that smart and spiritual young man go back then? Why did you become more and more stupid as you live?"
Li Xinan stared at Wu Xiang angrily, trembling all over.
"He is the old man from the Blood Clothing Hall and your senior!"
Wu Xiang sneered coldly: "You and I don't care, what do I care about him doing?"
"asshole!"
Li Xinan could no longer hold it up and rushed forward with a sword.
Wu Xiang raised his sword to block it, and the two fought in the same place. The "Baihong" sword was long and the "Jianri" sword was short. These two killing weapons were like a long snake and a short python, entangled together, but for a while, they could not tell the difference.
However, Wu Xiang’s cultivation level is still higher after all.
After Li Xin'an used the five stances of "Wansheng Sword Art" one after another, Wu Xiang used the simplest trick of "leaf falling and falling flowers", shook Li Xin'an's eyes, and then quickly pierced several blood holes in his body.
Li Xin'an wailed, and was kicked in the chest by Wu Xiang, flew backwards, fell from the roof, and fell on the street.
Wu Xiang jumped out of the room and stepped hard on Li Xin'an's dantian. Immediately, Li Xin'an felt that his body seemed to explode, his face was like gold paper, and he was in pain.
"You still taught me this trick of leaves falling and falling flowers. Do you remember?
"Young Master."
Wu Xiang possessed Li Xin'an and whispered: "Farewell forever."
"The tip of Guan Ri's sword was pressing against Li Xin'an's heart. He could clearly feel that the sharp sword tip was penetrated by his clothes and flesh, slowly stabbing into his heart inch by inch.
The coldness spreads on Li Xin'an's body.
"No...I can't die..."
The desire to survive filled Li Xin'an's mind. He twisted wildly, trying to get rid of Wu Xiang's shackles. But because his dantian was trampled by Wu Xiang, he could not mobilize any internal force at all.
Li Xin'an roared lowly. Before the coldness of death completely submerged him, a little warmth came from his dantian.
The next moment, the warmth was infinitely amplified, and it quickly occupied Li Xin'an's limbs and bones, dispelling the coldness.
Second-grade median!
Without seclusion, no sedimentation, and unwillingness to death, Li Xinan successfully broke through to the second-grade middle level at this time of death.
Wu Xiang was a little surprised. He had never expected that Li Xinan would break the situation at this moment.
In amazement, his hand movements couldn't help but stop.
Li Xin'an seized the opportunity. He punched Wu Xiang in the eye. Taking advantage of Wu Xiang's pain and retreating, Li Xin'an stood up and fled.
Even if he broke the situation, Li Xin'an did not have the confidence to compete with Wu Xiang.
That was someone who even Murong Bai was beyond his reach!
Wu Xiang stared at Li Xin'an's figure fleeing in a panic. After a long time, he burst into laughter and tears flowed out of laughter.
The inner demon that had been bothering him for a long time disappeared at this time.
Wu Xiang raised his sword and chased Li Xin'an away. An Qingxu gave an order to see Li Xin'an's head sooner or later. He disappointed An Qingxu once, and there must not be a second time!
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After settled Xiao Xuangan, Murong Bai and Zhou Bian rushed to the Yong Prince's Mansion in a hurry.
And just a distance from them, Li Xin'an was running towards them in a panic.