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A gust of wind blew past the streets, causing yellow sand to become hazy like fog.

This is Tianxi Longmen Town.

A girl in a purple dress broke into the inn and accidentally ran into the arms of a burly man cultivator. The girl rubbed her head in pain. Before the burly man got angry, she took the other person's money bag away.

, ran into the backyard.

The burly man who didn't notice that he was clamoring for any child, he didn't care about it.

The waiter in the inn saw it and walked over with a pot of wine with great skill. He said that the shopkeeper's only beloved daughter was naughty since she was a child. After politely speaking, she gave the wine to her as a pity. Then the big man disappeared.

The girl is naturally Ye Ziyi.

Tied his purse at his waist, stood behind the door, carefully sorted out his dress and hair horns, restrained his smile on his face on his usual days, and Ye Ziyi, who had completely changed her appearance, looked like a lady from a family, respectfully

Walked behind the teacher who was dressed in white and lying on the bamboo chair looking at the sky.

Bai Zhiqiu said, "Don't stand, go wash the monument."

Ye Ziyi, who was not punished to be thug because of being late, escaped by chance. She responded obediently and turned around and walked into the house.

After a moment, a basin of water was brought to the back, and there was a clean towel and squid in the water.

As a daily necessity for ten years, washing the monument has long been as simple as eating and drinking water for her. Even though Longmen Town has been in constant wind and sand for many years.

Roll up his sleeves and wrinkle the towel and cut out the moisture. Ye Ziyi started to work hard.

Bai Zhiqiu, who had returned from Jueyunling in Tiannan, was in a very haggard state since he saw the sword back at Jueyunling in Tiannan, retracted his gaze that looked at the sky, turned to his serious and careful disciple and said, "Where have you been away these days?"

Ye Ziyi said, "The disciple is at Aunt Hua's place."

Bai Zhiqiu said, "Hua Jingci Ci? She should be very busy, how can she have time to mess with you?"

Ye Ziyi wiped the tombstone and said, "Yes, Aunt Hua teaches me to dance."

As he said that, he twisted his body and turned around a few times, and made a few dance moves that looked quite standard, and continued: "Aunt Hua said that this dance would be best set off by a sword to show its goodness..."

Just as he was so proud, he suddenly saw that the teacher looked unhappy, so he quickly closed his posture, glanced at the unknown long sword that had been buried in yellow sand for ten years in front of the tombstone, and started to work hard.

Come on work.

Bai Zhiqiu said: "Is there another name for this dance called Xiangsi Fu?"

Ye Ziyi immediately became interested again and said, "Teacher knows it too?"

Bai Zhiqiu sighed for no reason

: "It's hard not to know whether you want to know!"

Ye Ziyi said in surprise: "Can the teacher have seen Aunt Hua dance in private before?"

Bai Zhiqiu, who had a lifetime of heroic reputation, almost lost his life, immediately coughed a few times. He picked up the tea on the bamboo stool and drank several times, and said sternly: "Nothing nonsense!"

Ye Ziyi quickly pursed her lips, knowing that she would not dare to speak again after getting into trouble.

Bai Zhiqiu, who didn't know what to think, was silent and said a little, "Okay, go do your homework."

"oh."

Ye Ziyi, who was relieved, responded, held the basin of water and hurried back to the room with small steps.

During the process of going upstairs, the more the girl with a very good minded mind thinks, the more she feels something is wrong. According to the teacher's past temperament, today she only cares about learning dance with Aunt Hua, and even if she fails to wash the monument, she will get a few feet of her hand.

Even if the teacher feels sorry for his beautiful and smart disciple who is closed, he will be reluctant to do it, and he will blame him for a few words. When did he not investigate so easily like today?

Has the teacher's injuries worsened and he was unable to scold him? Ye Ziyi, who was thinking about how many plots he had been thinking about, thought it was not possible, but he must find out the truth.

After returning to the room, I walked straight to the window facing the noisy street. I was very skilled and didn't want to splash the whole basin of sewage. I threw the empty basin and covered the window.

The guy who was not worried about the misfortune on the street cursing, Ye Ziyi hurried downstairs and walked carefully to the backyard. Fearing that he would reveal his traces, he hid his body behind the door, and looked straight at him with his bright eyes.

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In the courtyard, Bai Zhiqiu was still lying on the bamboo chair. Seeing the wind blowing the yellow sand in front of the monument, the buried sword emerged.

I noticed that the disciple was hiding behind me and no longer hesitated, and raised my fingers in my sleeves.

A strong wind and sand suddenly blew in the yard, as wild as a tornado in the desert.

Ye Ziyi, hiding behind the door, covered her mouth in shock. In the sky, she saw a silver-bright cold light suddenly roaring and flying towards the distance.

...

On the desolate and desolate wilderness of the Two Realms Mountains, Luo Changfeng slashed the butcher's knife.

Faced with the joining forces of two saints who led the lower realm of God, the butcher knife was the last method he relied on. Even though he did not have much hope of defeating a powerful enemy when the sword was swung down, he still did not hesitate.

To live.

So a blood-red sword light flashed across the dilapidated wilderness, and instantly cut open the two silver lights that were heading towards the door. The sword light then went away, forcing the old woman Sha Weng to dodge to both sides.

A deep crack on the earth stretches endlessly, and smoke and dust rise again.

There

In the smoke and dust, Luo Changfeng saw an inexplicable cold light flying from the sky, fast enough to surpass his thinking, almost at the same time as Sha Weng retreated, it arrived in a flash.

At that moment, cold light appeared behind Sha Weng.

The next moment, the cold light appeared in front of Sha Weng, piercing through his chest, splashing blood.

The sword flew into Luo Changfeng's hand, and it was cold.

"Is this... Xue Ji?" A familiar feeling penetrated all over the palm of his palm. Luo Changfeng widened his eyes and countless pictures suddenly appeared in his heart.

At this time, there is also a picture, a still picture above the wilderness.

His eyes were wide open, and he could not believe that he would be buried here until his death. Shawennn Xixi's body was stagnant in mid-air. He bent his waist a little, pressed his head, looked at the hole in his chest that was pierced by a sword, his mouth opened and closed.

There was no sound. So he rolled his eyes hard and looked at the old woman opposite the cracks of the earth, and his fingers moved slightly.

A very cold and cold air began to spread out from the wound, and instantly invaded the limbs and all the spiritual acupoints and veins around the body until the finger became frosted.

Shawnnn Xixi became an ice man.

Suddenly, the wind blew up, the picture shaman, who was like an ice sculpture, fell to the ground.

The ice shattered all over the ground, and wisps of black smoke rose.

The old woman was as stupid as a wooden chicken.

...

Luo Changfeng was also standing still.

He clearly remembered the scene when Xueer jumped down from the White Tower Gate ten years ago.

She fell into her arms, with the snow in her belly.

But now, this sword is in his own hands.

...

Chongyang and Yuan Tiangang were also standing there, and they were shocked and speechless.

Whose trick is this to kill Sha Weng with one sword?

They stood behind Luo Changfeng, unable to see Xue Ji's true appearance and origin. But when the sham man landed on the ground and turned into wisps of black smoke, their questions finally had an answer.

It's the Demon Punishment of Heaven!

Chongyang and Yuan Tiangang looked at each other, and the back of the leader Bai Zhiqiu in his mind could not be removed.

...

Luo Changfeng suddenly remembered the two seniors who took Xueer away, Mo Tianji and Bai Zhiqiu.

He came back to his senses, looked at the wisps of black smoke that turned into the body of the Shawen in the distance, remembering the old thing that the leader of the Emperor Alliance used the devil to punish the sky to sneak attack the teacher until he was seriously injured, so he understood the magic power drove him.

The power of a sword under the thousands of miles.

I couldn't help but admire!

He was thinking about it, and his arms were suddenly tightly held by Chongyang and Yuan Tiangang who were stepping forward. His eyes were exchanged, and the three of them jumped up and flew away to escape from the distance before the old woman went crazy.