At this time, Xiao Xiaohan, who was sitting next to Lei Yunhe, said softly: "Here he comes."
Lei Yunhe did not speak, but still read the book with a calm expression.
Lei Wujie was standing at the door at this time, watching me decorate this floor. It was not as empty as other attic floors, but like a library. There were two huge bookshelves on both sides, with various ancient books on them. In the middle
There was a sandalwood stove, and a middle-aged man wearing a gray robe was sitting on a wooden chair and reading quietly, as if he had not noticed Lei Wujie's arrival.
Lei Wujie saw Xiao Xiaohan and was about to shout out, but saw Xiao Xiaohan shook his head, indicating not to speak, and pointed at Lei Yunhe beside him.
Lei Wujie looked over and was shocked. This man's demeanor, temperament and even appearance were so similar to Lei Hong who was hiding in the courtyard of Leijiabao, but there was only one thing that was completely different. That's exactly what happened.
It was at this place that Lei Wujie understood why Lei Yunhe, who was once famous all over the world, committed himself to this Dengtian Pavilion.
Because he had a broken arm, his entire right arm was cut off. At this moment, he was holding an ancient book in his left hand, but the sleeve of his right hand was empty.
At this time Lei Wujie called softly: "Senior."
"It's true as Xiaohan said, someone really broke into this floor." Lei Yunhe seemed to suddenly come back to his senses, raised his head and glanced at Lei Wujie, frowning slightly, "The technique of burning fire, Jialou
Luo Jing? Are you a Leimen disciple?"
"I'm at Leimen, Lei Wujie," Lei Wujie said respectfully, cupping his fists.
"Who are you Lei Hong?" Lei Yunhe asked.
"Master" Lei Wujie replied.
Lei Yunhe closed the book and placed it on the table: "Does he know I'm here? Or..."
"Junior..." Lei Wujie thought for a long time whether he should say something very offensive.
Xiao Xiaohan chuckled softly: "Lei Hong will be thinking of you. I came here for her."
"Really?" Lei Yunhe asked.
Lei Wujie nodded and said the offending words: "Exactly, this junior's trip to Xueyue City is indeed not for seniors."
Lei Yunhe was stunned for a moment, but he didn't get angry. He sneered: "But how could I remember that Lei Hong once said that he would never see this person again in this life."
"Master said that he passed away not long ago. He was drunk one day and said that he had an unfulfilled wish, that is, he wanted to see that person, but he couldn't get out of Leijiapu, so I, a disciple, had to do it for him." Lei Wu
Jie said.
"Uncle, do you believe what the little fool said?" Xiao Xiaohan asked.
Lei Yunhe shook his head: "I don't believe it."
Who in the world doesn't know that Leimen and Lei Hong are in love with Xueyue Sword Immortal, and Li Hanyi even resorted to pretending to be sick in order to trick her into going to Leimen.
Lei Wujie also scratched his head: "Actually, I don't believe it either, but in order to fulfill Master's wish..."
Lei Wujie made a fist move: "Senior, I'm offended."
"Okay, then you know that you need to do one thing before you want to see that person." Lei Yunhe twisted a wisp of the cigarette on the sandalwood stove and held it in his hand. With a flick, Lei Wujie ducked sideways.
, the handrail behind him was blown to pieces in an instant, "That's how you beat me."
Draw thunder at will! This is the strength of the man who once aspired to become the head of the Raimen clan!
"Little fool, come on, this level is past, the Snow Moon Sword Immortal is right in front of you," Xiao Xiaohan said.
Lei Wujie nodded after hearing this.
"I'm offended." Lei Wujie was not afraid at all. He took a few steps forward and pushed out with a palm.
"Wufang Fist?" Lei Yunhe suddenly smiled and waved his hand lightly. The palm power that originally possessed supreme power disappeared without a trace, "Use Wufang Fist in front of me.
Do you know that you are doing something very ridiculous? Leimen Wufang Fist is a martial art created by me!" Lei Yunhe waved his left hand lightly, and a wave of palm power surged out, hitting Lei Wujie repeatedly.
Taking three steps back, Lei Yunhe immediately stepped over, reaching out to grab Lei Wujie's throat.
Lei Wujie dodged and punched again.
"Well done." Although Lei Yunhe had one hand, it was almost the same as two hands. His figure was still flexible. As soon as he retracted his hand, he wanted to grab Lei Wujie's fist. But just as he was grabbing it, Lei Wujie
The fist disappeared.
"Huh?" Lei Yunhe frowned.
"Here." A voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Lei Yunhe turned his head sharply, only to see Lei Wujie punching him, wide open and close, clean and neat. It was the kind of move that almost everyone in the world knew.
- Great Arhat Fist! But there is another secret in the boxing technique, which ordinary people cannot see, but Lei Yunhe was shocked.
Xiao Xiaohan, who was watching the battle on the sidelines, chuckled and thought in his mind: "An Shi taught his Demon Subduing Fist very flexibly."
Ye Anshi, who was far away in the sky, sneezed, "Who is thinking of me?"
"This is not Leimen's martial arts." Lei Yunhe shouted and stretched out his left hand. The cigarette in the sandalwood stove turned into five wisps and fell into his hand. He then swung hard and aimed at Lei Wujie's punch.
There was a loud noise.
Lei Wujie's sleeves were shattered, his fist power was gone, and the illusion of Garuda behind him almost collapsed.
When Xiao Xiaohan saw it, he shook his head and walked quickly to Lei Wujie: "You'd better bring that sword out, otherwise you will die here before you see Xue Yue Sword Immortal."
"Do you think you can break through to the fifteenth level once you have reached the Garuda Realm with the Fire Technique? You underestimate Xueyue City, you underestimate Dengtian Pavilion, and you underestimate me too." Lei Yunhe said coldly.
He said, "If you have any other killer moves, feel free to use them."
Lei Wujie smiled bitterly and finally picked up the long package that had followed him all the way but had never been opened: "Master, I once said that you can't open it until you see that person. It seems that you won't open it.
I can’t make it through today.”
Xiao Xiaohan also hid far away at this time, looking at the "Killing Sword" in the package
"Such a long piece of gunpowder, could it be Qilin Fire Fang?" Lei Yunhe was stunned, "Do you want to blow up the entire Dengtian Pavilion?"
Lei Wujie shook his head, and when he opened the package completely, the contents inside were fully revealed.
It is a fiery red long sword with flame patterns all over it, and a dragon breathing flames is engraved on the sword's head.
The "Terror-killing Sword" was forged by Lei Hong from gunpowder. When he swung the sword, it often sounded like thunder. Upon closer inspection, it did not violate the ancestral rules, and this sword was too powerful. At that time, Lei Hong was holding
This sword has almost swept across the entire martial arts world, and is almost on the verge of claiming the title of Sword Immortal!
Xiao Xiaohan was also frightened from a distance. What if Lei Wujie accidentally blew up the Dengtian Pavilion? No, how should he get down?
"Killing Sword" Lei Yunhe said slowly, as if he was talking to a friend he hadn't seen for many years.
"Yes, the Killing Sword." Lei Wujie said loudly, and with a swing of his sword, the two rows of bookshelves were blown to pieces in an instant, and the crumbling Garuda illusion behind him surged in an instant.
At this moment, all of you saw a red light shining from the pavilion!
"Red clothes, red sword, good! He is a good young man!" Lei Yunhe shouted loudly, took a step forward, stretched out his two fingers, and actually clamped the murderous sword.
Xiao Xiaohan, who was watching the battle, felt hot in his eyes when he saw Lei Wujie holding the killing sword in his hand, and murmured: "It's so similar, Lei Wujie looks so much like my mother at this moment."
I once broke the Cangshan Mountain with one finger! I once broke the universe with two fingers!"
"Thunder Finger!" Lei Wujie shouted out this fingering technique that was once famous all over the world.
The few people standing next to you, looking up, looked at each other.
"Did you hear it too?" Xiao Se frowned and turned to ask Sikong Qianluo.
Sikong Qianluo snorted coldly and turned his head no longer to look at Xiao Se.
However, the scholar cleared his throat, relieved his embarrassment and nodded: "Brother Xiao, you heard it right. There was indeed an explosion on the fifteenth floor just now, and there was indeed a red light shining out."
"That person has already reached the fifteenth floor? Did senior brother fail?" Sikong Qianluo frowned.
"What? If I fail to defend the pavilion, will I lose Miss Sikong's face? If you weren't going out to play, this should be your mission." Suddenly a calm voice came, and everyone turned around, only to see Tang Lian, dressed in black, sitting next to him.
On top of the eaves, he was looking up.
"Tang Lian," Xiao Se said.
"Desolate" Tang Lian lowered her head and looked at her old friend who had experienced life and death with her.
"Do you know each other?" Sikong Qianluo asked in surprise.
"I know, I told you, you just don't believe me," Tang Lian said.
"I also told you that meeting Tang Lian on the fourteenth floor was nothing," Xiao Se said slowly.
Sikong Qianluo thought for a moment and then said angrily: "I understand. Senior brother, let it go!"
"Yes." Tang Lian nodded: "If I hadn't let him go, Lei Wujie would have lost at least, but by the fifteenth floor, he would have died."
"No way." Sikong Qianluo looked at the Dengtian Pavilion: "Sister, aren't you also in the Dengtian Pavilion?"
"Do you think Xiao Xiaohan went up to help Lei Wujie?" Xiao Se asked.
"Yes, it's not to help him, could it be..." Sikong Qianluo said.
Xiao Se shook his head: "You guessed it right, Xiao Xiaohan went up not to help Lei Wujie, but to wait for Lei Wujie."
"But..." Sikong Qianluo said.
"Qianluo, your sister is waiting for that boy to deal with the Sword Immortal together. She is also afraid that the elder guarding the pavilion will attract the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, and then the entire Dengtian Pavilion will be destroyed by him. She has no place to use it." Another familiar voice
The voice rang in his ears. Xiao Se turned around and found that like Tang Lian, a man in black robes was standing there holding a jet-black spear.
"Gunxian Sikong Changfeng" Xiao Se was shocked.
"Sikong Changfeng is Sikong Changfeng, don't be an immortal." Sikong Changfeng looked impatient, "Don't show such a surprised expression, you are too old to join in the fun and watch a good show.
Already?"
"Dad" Sikong Qianluo called out with some doubts from below.
"My good daughter, you weren't guarding the pavilion today, why didn't you go?" Sikong Changfeng looked at Sikong Qianluo with a smile, without any intention of blaming him.
"I didn't know that he could get to the fifteenth floor." Sikong Qianluo's face turned red.
"Yes, yes, how did Qianluo know?" A voice like an oriole sounded. Sikong Qianluo turned around and saw that it was Shiyu. However, he was holding a folding fan in his hand and looked elegant in his fancy clothes.
"Sister" Sikong Qianluo said.
Shiyu walked directly to Sikong Qianluo without looking at Xiao Se, gently raised her chin with a folding fan, and said softly: "Miss me? Xiao Qianluo."
"I want it, I really want it," Sikong Qianluo said in a low voice when Shiyu made her face blush like Xiao Xiaohan's.
"Hehehe" Shiyu smiled.
"Okay, Shiyu, I'm not rude." At this moment, Xinlian, who was wearing a red dress, came over and nodded slightly towards Xiao Se.
Shiyu put away the folding fan, "It's been a long time since I last saw Qianluo."
"Sister Xinlian," Sikong Qianluo said to Xinlian.
"Yes." Xinlian nodded: "Qianluo, long time no see."
"What? Where's Xiao Xuanli? He's not here?" Sikong Changfeng looked around and asked, not seeing Xiao Xuanli's figure.
"Ruilong Camp, we are moving troops," Xinlian said.
The scholar on the side was also shocked. Oh my god, it was said that there was only the Ruilong Army. Why..., he immediately took the scholar and wanted to sneak away.
"You two, why are you leaving so soon? I haven't seen Xue Yue Sword Immortal yet." Xin Lian turned to the scholar and the book boy and said.
The scholar who had slipped halfway turned around awkwardly, with a smile on his face: "Junior, Qingcheng Mountain Li Fansong has met the three city lords, Lord Changshi."
The book boy also bowed hurriedly: "Fei Xuan has met the three city lords, Mr. Chang Shi."
"You are all here, why are you hiding? We can still eat you, right? I know you are not here for me. I am watching my show, and you are looking for your people, and we will not miss you." Sikong Changfeng Leng
He snorted.
"Gun Xian, this is just a joke. They are not here for you, but also for her..." Xinlian smiled at Li Fansong and said: "That's right."
"Yes, yes" Li Fansong was also extremely embarrassed at this time.
"Ahem!" Sikong Changfeng coughed twice, "Tang Lian, I have seen the long history of Jiangling Prince's Palace."
Tang Lian nodded, jumped down, clasped her fists towards Xinlian, and said respectfully, "Tang Lian has met Mr. Chang Shi."
"Okay, this is not Tianqi, so there is no need to be so polite," Xinlian walked up to Tang Lian and helped him up.