After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 201|The sword points ten steps

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The next second after the boy turned over and jumped out of the window.

The door panels of the private room on the second floor are scattered.

Yuan Liu kicked the door open, shouldered a machete, and glanced around with a ferocious expression: "Where are the people?"

Xiao Huan’s eyes fell on Xiao Sanlang.

Xiao Sanlang suddenly felt the pressure and silently lowered his head.

Xiao Huan smiled bitterly: "Just one left, and another one came. Sanlang, look at how much trouble you have caused me."

"If fellow Taoist you want to find Lu Cixian." Xiao Huan kindly reminded, "Fellow Taoist Lu just left not long ago. If you go after him now, you may still be able to catch up."

Looking at the elegant young man in front of him, Yuan Liu was slightly stunned.

This person was Xiao Huan, whom he recognized. He seemed to be a respected figure in the Xiao family.

Yuan Liu turned around and exchanged glances with his Anbu colleagues behind him, took a step forward and saluted: "May I ask Young Master Xiao, where did Fellow Daoist Lu go?"

Xiao Huan pointed at the window.

Yuan Liu was stunned again.

Jumped out of the window and ran away?

However, there was no time to think about this situation now. He glanced at the excited Kunshan disciples. The man tilted his head, pointed out a few brothers, and gave an order: "Third, fourth, how many brothers will you bring?" Stay here while the others follow me."

It rains all night.

A wave of ANBU disciples came in a hurry, jumped out of the window without stopping, and ran wildly after the faint traces in the heavy rain.

After wiping Ye Yu from his face, Yuan Liu felt a little anxious.

Lu Cixian was invited to Kunshan to attend a fellow cultivator meeting, and letting him be ambushed at the gate of Kunshan was already a dereliction of duty by their ANBU. Lu Cixian must not have any problems, otherwise Kunshan's face would be lost.

If someone opens the window facing the street at this time, they can hear the sound of kicking footsteps. A group of monks with solemn expressions walk through the rainy night, their black boots stepping on the puddles, raising chaotic noises. Yuhua, the rapid water flows to the lower place to meet.

Xiao Boyang was drinking by the window, holding a wine glass and turned to look at the night rain outside the window.

This is the most famous restaurant on the entire Dingjiu Street. Its status is no less than that of the "East Gate" of a university in another world. Every college student, no, Kunshan disciple secretly climbs over the wall in the middle of the night to go online (? ) comes back and often goes to a place where he can fill his stomach and rest.

As a dandy, Xiao Boyang often came here whenever he had something to do, but he never dreamed that he would run into Pei Chunzheng on Dingjiu Street, and then invite him over for a drink out of nowhere.

Thinking of this, Xiao Boyang glanced at the young man sitting opposite him with a slightly painful look, and really wanted to slap himself.

The young man's eyebrows are gorgeous, but he has a pair of skin as clean as the new snow in the distant mountains. This beauty, the bright and clear, are intertwined together. The Snow-Shocking Sword behind him is hidden in the sheath. It reflects the high-spirited spirit of the young ranger.

To be honest, although he and Pei Chunzheng had gone on several missions before, they still had a relationship of love rivals. He and Pei Chunzheng were not familiar with each other. The pride of the young master of the Xiao family would not allow him to compromise with his love rival!

However, Pei Chunzheng didn't like to talk, which led to the current deadlock.

No one spoke.

Xiao Boyang frowned. It was not without reason that he asked Pei Chunzheng to come up. The main reason was that he wanted to ask Mu Xiaoxiao, Qiao Wan and Pei Chunzheng what he thought.

It’s not a problem to be in such a stalemate. Someone has to break the deadlock. After thinking for a while, Xiao Boyang tried to take the initiative to speak, frowning and said: "Pei Chun wants you..."

But before he could finish his words, he was suddenly knocked back in his throat by the sudden movement.

This is... murderous intent! !

Xiao Bo raised his eyebrows and immediately stood up, opening the window facing the street.

Is there a fight on the street? !

Looking towards the street, I can only see the splashing night and the rapid night rain.

Suddenly, there was a roaring roar in the sky, and purple electric snakes tore the sky. Under this dazzling lavender electric light, Xiao Boyang clearly saw several people gathered at the end of the alley. These people were all wearing clothes Wearing black robes and holding umbrellas, although we couldn't see their faces clearly, we could clearly feel the aura of a formidable enemy on these people.

They were all looking in the direction of the alley.

Xiao Boyang turned around and frowned immediately. Through the electric light, he saw a young man, a strange young man.

This young man also held an umbrella in his hand, a yellow plum blossom umbrella made of tung oil, and carried a rusty sword.

Although he was alone, the heavy and cold aura exuded from his body was not inferior to those of the people across from him, especially the young man who was holding a pale-faced human head with blood oozing from it.

Xiao Boyang clenched the window frame tightly, feeling suddenly in a trance. In the blink of an eye, he suddenly came back to his senses and immediately became nervous.

Who are these people?

Aren’t these people disciples from Kunshan? How dare people who are not Kunshan disciples make trouble on Dingjiu Street?

And this boy.

When he saw this young man for the first time, Xiao Boyang could not help but feel a little chill in his heart, and his brows furrowed a little tighter.

Not only because of this young man's appearance, which looks like ice and snow, but also because of his wonderful temperament.

The night rain fell on the ground like flying beads and jade, shooting in all directions.

The rain and fog became thicker, and when illuminated by the flickering dim yellow lights, the vision was blurred, and even the voices seemed to be blurred. The people in black robes at the end of the alley were silent for a moment, and finally one person sneered twice: "I didn't expect that. Fellow Daoist Lu actually caught up."

Now that Lu Cixian has caught up, it means that the boss and the third child have died in his hands.

Weng Yi was filled with hatred.

He had just received a blow from Xiao Huan and knew that he would not be able to escape now that he was facing Lu Cixian.

The young man suddenly threw the head in his hand, kicked it in front of Weng Yi, and asked calmly: "Who is the customer behind you?"

The heads on the ground rolled and fell to the feet. Weng Yi was used to seeing murder scenes. He was the one who did this. Looking at the heads on the ground, a chill suddenly climbed up his spine. Mainly because of the killing. With so many people, he now understood that before long, the fate of this head would be their fate.

Lu Cixian.

Weng Yi recited silently, feeling a little cold, a little afraid, and a little desperate.

At this time, he couldn't help but look back at Yao Guichang, the fourth child was still young.

Yao Guichang immediately realized what Weng Yi wanted to do and shouted: "Second brother!"

Weng Yi sighed: "I'll stay, you go, go south, there will be support."

Since they dared to take on this job, they also expected the possibility of failure. However, they all thought that the possibility of failure was slim, but they did not expect that Lu Cixian would be so difficult to deal with.

Yao Guichang gritted his teeth.

In terms of cultivation, he is the lowest among them. He knows that what Weng Yi said is the best way. Not only will he be unable to save himself by staying here, he will even lose a few more brothers. It is better to listen to Weng Yi and run south, maybe there is still a chance of survival.

Weng Yi no longer looked at Yao Guichang. The trapped beast was still fighting. Weng Yi withdrew his gaze, sneered twice, without saying a word, threw out the fiery red "umbrella" in his hand, and reorganized the formation.

Unable to get the answer he wanted, the young man was not in a hurry and calmly asked another question.

"Did you do the injuries on her face?"

No need for Lu Cixian to say, Weng Yi immediately understood who he was referring to.

"Are you referring to the female ghost?"

Weng Yi smiled and said: "I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Lu would be so kind to her, but this female ghost was already ugly, and now she just has an extra scar. Is this worthy of Fellow Daoist Lu's anger?"

Looking at the two people confronting each other downstairs, Xiao Boyang felt a little shaken.

These black robes are obviously killers who specialize in killing people, but in the current situation, these people have become prey. This young man is like a desperate ghost, walking through the cold night rain, coming for revenge.

At this moment, Pei Chunzheng also walked to the window and looked at the two sides confronting each other in the night rain.

Weng Yi's words seemed to offend the young man, and his face moved slightly.

Among the flying tung oil umbrellas, a burst of majestic sword intent arose. This sword intent broke through the rapid sound of wind and rain, and like picking flowers, it plucked off Weng Yi's head with one sword.

No one expected that the battle would end so quickly. This turn of events almost shocked the remaining people, including Xiao Boyang and Pei Chunzheng who were watching from the window.

Xiao Boyang and Pei Chun were stunned when they heard Yao Guichang's heart-rending roar: "Second brother!!"

He saw the sword suddenly pointed at him. Blood was still dripping from the tip of the sword. It was poured by the downpour of night rain, and the rain and blood merged into the bluestone slab under his feet.

In order to win the battle quickly, Lu Cixian used his spiritual consciousness.

Under normal circumstances, he might not have been able to take off Weng Yi's head so quickly, but Weng Yi was injured by Xiao Huan in front of him. When he learned that Hua Yanming and Zhang Bingcan were dead, he was shocked, and on this night After running around in the rain, he was exhausted, so he took advantage of the opportunity and captured his head with one blow.

Yao Guichang looked at the young man in front of him with splitting eyes, backed up step by step, let out a mournful cry, turned around and ran away.

Run south! There will be support from the south! !

The young man stepped on the tung oil umbrella and immediately followed him!

Only Xiao Boyang's eyes widened: "This is..."

Before the word "who" was spoken, another roar was heard from behind.

"Xiao Boyang! Chase me!!"

"Don't let them get away!!"

Is this voice Yuan Liu? !

From a distance, I saw Yuan Liu leading a group of ANBU disciples, roaring anxiously.

As soon as he saw Xiao Boyang and Pei Chun arguing, he knew that these little brats stayed up late at night and wandered out again. But now that the situation was urgent, he couldn't concentrate on dealing with them, so he could only roar angrily and let Xiao stay by the window. Xiao Boyang, who was poking around, suddenly came down to help.

"Who is this?"

Yuan Liu gritted his teeth: "This is Lu Cixian!"

Lu Cixian?

Pei Chunzheng was slightly shocked.

Is this Lu Cixian?

Even Pei Chunzheng had heard of Lu Cixian's reputation and couldn't help but look at the long street.

The young man took Wen Si Xing Zhu and chased him. Along the way, the sword light picked off one head after another.

Yao Guichang almost broke his teeth. Under the pressure of approaching death, a nameless fear gripped his heart and soul.

Hurry up, just a little faster, he can——

He can——

Suddenly! A piece of sword light flew from the slanting stab! !

A pink figure stopped in front of him with an expressionless face.

This is a young girl with a delicate face and bright eyes. Unfortunately, there is no grass on her head.

Finally arrived.

Looking at "Lu Cixian" not far away, Qiao Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Boyang, who had just caught up behind him, was immediately confused.

This is... Qiao Wan? ! !

Why is Qiao Wan here? !

Qiao Wan’s eyes were calm: The person in front of me needs to be captured alive.

Yao Guichang roared angrily, and the tung oil umbrellas around him closed in with "bang", "bang" and "bang". The tip of the umbrella was pointed at the girl in front of him, intending to fight to the death.

Not only Xiao Boyang was confused, but also Yuan Liu.

When he saw this scene, the man was so anxious that he almost stared and jumped.

There is no place to be found after wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get there.

This situation is not the time for questioning. The man jumped anxiously and tried his best to send a secret message to Qiao Wan: "Why are you here?! Come here quickly!"

The bald girl turned her head silently and expressionlessly: What? (⊙_⊙)

Yuan Liu: You are so cute, come here quickly! ! You can't mess with this!

Lu Cixian was obviously jealous. If this idiot like Qiao Wan was accidentally injured, Yuan Liuxin would be a little tired.

Qiao Wan suddenly realized: It’s okay, he won’t hurt me⊙ω⊙

No in every sense of the word.

When did this happen? Yuan Liu was so angry that he almost wanted to pry open Qiao Wan's naked forehead to see clearly: The jade slip said that you are romantic and passionate, and you really think that you have all the charm. One copy, and even Lu Cixian, the new elite in the world of cultivation, will be fascinated by you? !

Are you allowed to get involved in this fight? ! Haven't you seen Lu Cixian's sword and the brutality of Donima? !

Before she finished speaking, Qiao Wan suddenly cut off the sound transmission and looked at the young man who was holding a sword and wearing Ye Yu coldly.

The young man also glanced at her, with a smile on his lips.

The next second, the long swords were unsheathed simultaneously.

The rain at night became more intense, breaking the lanterns under the eaves and shaking them to the ground. The young man held a tung oil umbrella in his hand, stepped into the night wind, drank blood with his long sword, fell together, and chopped off a human head with another knife. He clenched his sword tightly and pressed forward step by step.

Yao Guichang roared with heartbreaking anger.

Can't run away!

Since he can't run away, he can't fall into this man's hands either! !

Looking at Lu Cixian, Yao Guichang was filled with fear.

If it falls into the hands of this person, it would be worse than death.

The man roared, exhausted all his strength, and suddenly exploded his Dantian! !

Qiao Wan was stunned and quickly changed her expression.

Stop him! ! !

But it’s a step too late!

The man's whole body was like an open red umbrella, exploding inch by inch from the inside out with a "bang", blood red shaking down, chaos like rain.

The moment the self-destruction caused a shocking storm, Qiao Wan retreated sharply.

"Peel"——

The young man opened the tung oil umbrella in his hand and grabbed her waist. The umbrella covered the two of them firmly under protection.

The wind was strong and the rain was strong, and the lights and blood red were shaken off, drawing out the hazy figures. The blood in the streets flowed along the bluestone slabs, and was washed away in an instant.

It's like a sad crimson dream in a night rain with lightning and thunder.

Yuan Liu's pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes reflected the young man's embrace of Qiao Wan, and he calmly sheathed his sword.

At this moment, Qiao Wan's voice slipped past her ears unexpectedly.

The sound is transmitted into the secret!

Qiao Wan: Look, he really won’t hurt me⊙▽⊙