Zhao Ge: 36. Praying mantis catching cicadas

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"Is Jiuxuan's Renjing his mother a lunatic who doesn't say hello?! There is no martial arts spirit at all!" Ye Qiusheng shouted, his figure suddenly folded, and the blade brushed his cheeks, sharply Daoqi couldn't see any signs of wanting to show mercy to his subordinates.

"People who sneak out sneakily in the middle of the night are not qualified to say that."

The two swords of Jun Wanbai followed closely, and the two swords were smashed from mid-air with the momentum of the thunderbolt. Seeing that the posture was almost a vow to cut Ye Qiusheng in half.

"It's so cruel! Don't engage in private enmity at this time!"

Ye Qiusheng raised his hand with two plum blossom darts flying out into the darkness in the alley. He could completely become a fake scholar—which scholar would curse unscrupulously like him? The plum blossom dart shot and plunged into the darkness with Lingling's cold light, as if it had hit something, and at the same time, Jun Wanbai's double swords had already whizzed in.

The twilight of the city gate in the daytime was staged again, and Ye Qiusheng's figure suddenly disappeared from the front.

"Internal fighting is enough! Is unanimous external good?!"

Ye Qiusheng's figure appeared ghostly behind Jun Wanbai, he looked a little angry, and his tone was a little bit corrupt.

Li Xin turned around abruptly, and the sword was about to strike again. Jun Wanbai beside him suddenly blew a short whistle, signalling him to stop temporarily. The long knife was retracted slightly, half-guard and half-guard placed across his chest, Li Xin looked at Ye Qiusheng coldly. Standing in the depths of the alley in front of him, Jun Wanbai's double swords were half-framed in front of his chest, and one slanted down slightly, staring sharply in the direction Ye Qiusheng rushed out.

"Although you must first settle in the foreigner, you still have the opportunity to say a few words."

Jun Wanbai turned his back to Li Xin, facing the darkness, and a faint white air rose from the sword in his hand.

Heavy, thumping, thumping, thumping footsteps came from the thick darkness deep in the alley. The footsteps were slow and sticky, like a person covered in water and grass dragging mud, step by step, slowly coming out. Hell, this alley is actually not long, but the darkness in the depths is as deep and endless as connecting another cold space.

It is indeed hell.

The cold atmosphere slowly spread from the depths of the alley. In the vision of Li Xin and Jun Wanbai, the black atmosphere on the walls on both sides of the small alley spread like vines, tangled up like tentacles. The light blue mist did not know when it began to rise, revealing three-point coldness and seven-point demon.

There is a saying in "Following Customs": There is no pedestrian in the dark, and the dark passes through the door. Don't speak loudly, in fear of people coming down.

——After dark, pedestrians and return home early, do not wander the streets. When the cold is deep, I don't know where the entrance to the Nether Gate will appear. When the mist is rising, don't make a loud noise, otherwise the people sleeping in the yellow spring will be awakened.

The so-called entrance to the netherworld is actually because of the accumulation of filth, the cold air can not go away, and the ground veins are strange, so it forms a small "ghost world" that occasionally attracts the nether cold air and makes ghosts and monsters walk together. It takes some time for Jun Wanbai and Li Xin to break through the ghost world here, especially both of them are hurt.

"Xiaosheng's Ye Guantianxiang pinch fingers and found out that there are demons and evils here, and hereby rushed to kill the people." Ye Qiusheng straightened his clothes, his tone was exaggerated, in fact, there was no mud on his body. With a wave of his robe sleeves, he looked like a fake scholar, with a smile on his face, "Two friends from the Nine Profound Clan, the night ghosts here will be left to you to take care of. Ye someone has something to do, so go ahead! "

"The last name is Ye!"

Jun Wanbai gritted his teeth and cursed, and took a step back, turning his back to Li Xin. At this moment, what had been pushed back by Ye Qiusheng had already walked out of the darkness-tall, half human-shaped, wrapped up and down in the dark mist, half visible and half quality. In the darkness behind this black shadow, overlapping and vague, there seemed to be many more.

Amidst Jun Wanbai's violent yelling, Ye Qiuchang, who had emerged from the darkness, laughed, waved his sleeves off the ground, and disappeared into the eyes of the two of them in a flash.

The streamer on Jun Wanbai's sword turned, she held the hilt diagonally, and after Ye Qiusheng's figure disappeared, she retracted the sword.

"Half crazy."

Jun Wan lazily raised his eyelids in the face of the night ghost who was getting closer and closer.

"Don't dawdle, do it now."

Speaking, a fierce stern flashed across her face: "Those who dare to play with my old lady, but I didn't live well."

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Throwing off Jun Wanbai and Li Xin who followed closely, Ye Qiusheng quickly swept outside the city.

In fact, he can't be regarded as deliberately playing Jun Wanbai and others. In the daytime, he planned to cooperate with Jiuxuanmen in a serious manner. But what he was going to do was really secretive, and even he himself was skeptical, and it was really inconvenient to let the people of Jiu Xuan know that it was just this way, and the cooperation was about to fail. I thought of facing the Royal Beast Sect alone. The group of savage and non-ceremonial lunatics really makes people feel sad.

Ye Qiusheng sighed "Wei Qi" in his heart, but there was a smile as always on his face, and there was no hesitation between his eyebrows.

In the gatehouse above the wall of Guo, a soldier in armor was rubbing his hands with a spear. He was trembling a bit from the cold. He lowered his palm and breathed, without feeling anyone from his side. Passed by like a phantom.

Ye Qiusheng's robe sleeves are wide, and when he flies in the air, he turns like a big Peng, his body twists and sweeps in the direction of the Lingxing Temple he saw in the day.

Ye Qiusheng's figure fluttered like an owl in the gloomy leaves, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The soldier upstairs shook his somewhat sleepy head, yawning, and holding on to his guard. Suddenly, he faintly heard a low coughing—Is the sick tuber Li Laoliu still not healed? He thought so, without turning his head, he didn't realize that Li Laoliu, who he believed was coughing, had actually fallen asleep on the pillar.

The low cough only rang a few times and then stopped.

The little soldier stomped on the gate with his spear, trying to warm himself up.

Just when the coughing stopped, another figure appeared silently under the Guomen. In the deep night, the man wore a white oozing robe with his hood buttoned up, covering the whole piece. face. He seemed to walk slowly and quickly, stepping out of his figure, but fluttering out several feet lightly, like a ghost.

According to the truth, even if the sky is dark, the man's white robe is easy to spot.

However, the soldier standing on the gate did not seem to have seen him, holding a spear and trying his best to stand upright, fully guarded, but allowed such a suspicious person to float away in front of Guomen.

The person's direction was exactly the same as Ye Qiusheng, who had just passed by silently.

——Lingxing Temple.