Zhao Ge: 89. Knife in the snow

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The night breeze blows from outside the gate with a coolness. As the guardian of the Chen Dynasty, Yanmen County is located in the mountains. The black cloak on Ye Yi's body was blown by the wind, and he stood still, his figure almost melted into the deep night.

The cold wind in the deep night passed the mountain gate, and several faintly distorted black shadows gathered outside the Jiuxuanfen Gate, sneaking into the Jiuxuanfen Gate from several secret places. Their figures were ghostly, and the guard disciples did not notice anyone passing by.

When these dark shadows entered the Jiuxuan Gate, Ye Yi, who was standing under the archway of the Jiuxuan Mountain Gate, raised his eyes.

"You are really old."

Elder Ye Yi gazed at the long stone steps extending in front of him, imitating the main sect Tongtian steps, and said softly. His face looks similar to that of a young man, but the tone of his speech carries the vicissitudes of an elderly person.

"When I was young, how could anyone daring to offend Jiu Xuan casually?"

"It's getting old."

He repeated it again.

But when he said that he was old, the black shadows who avoided the ears and eyes of the disciples of the Jiuxuan Division and rushed towards Wufeng seemed to have suffered a heavy blow suddenly. Blood spilled from the mouth. However, at this moment, Ye Yi was clearly still standing still under the archway of the Jiuxuan Gate, with his hands in the cloak.

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. It is worthy of praise, but sometimes you still have to learn to do what you can."

Ye Yi said slowly that he was standing alone at the end of the long stone steps, under the unguarded archway of Jiuxuanfenmen, but he felt like "one person can be a thousand horses".

Those who sneaked into the sect didn't even see him, but his slow voice sounded clearly in their ears. Their faces were pale, and they were still desperately rushing in the direction of Wu Feng. But the next moment, everyone just felt that their eyes suddenly turned black, and then a clear knife rang in their ears.

Those ghost-like figures were originally half in the darkness, so they sneaked in the night without attracting attention. But when the sword sounded, they only felt that there was an arc of sharp light in front of them. The knife light is so soft and elegant, it can even be said to be beautiful.

It's just that the scalp of the person who saw the sword light almost exploded, and they tried their best to prevent the sword light from falling.

To no avail.

The shadows staggered out of mid-air one by one, and fell to the ground one by one, without even having time to scream. There was no trace of blood on these people, but their breathing stopped. And in the dark night, there is no blade light at all - those blade lights appear in the mind of every infiltrator, and also directly annihilate their spiritual consciousness.

The dark shadows that sneaked into the Nine Profound Gates all fell, but Ye Yi at the end of the stone steps still held his hands in the cloak, and he didn't move a bit from beginning to end.

He stared at the empty long stone steps.

"The vanguards of Pathfinder are all dead. Isn't the real coach coming out yet?"

Ye Yi spoke lightly.

As his voice fell, a figure finally appeared on the stone steps of the archway. It was a man with a hat, tall and tall, but like an overwhelmed woodcutter, with a slight piggyback on his back and a strange big box on his back.

The man with the hat walked up the stone steps step by step, like a famous entertainer, the box on his back collided with the contents inside him, making a strange sound.

"The Xuelidao really lives up to its prestige. If it weren't for Yanmen, who would have thought that Xuelidao, who had been disturbing the wind and rain, would eventually choose to be an unknown deacon elder here?"

Seeing the man in the hat walking up step by step, the box on his back seemed extra heavy, so much so that his steps were also extra heavy. Every step he took, a deep footprint was left on the stone steps.

Ye Yi's expression, who has not had much reaction, finally changed.

He frowned, his face sank a little, and his eyes fell on the deep footprints: "Basalt is expensive, how about your wealth? Can you afford my Jiu Xuan stone steps?"

"I don't have much wealth, but the money for repairing the stone steps is still affordable." The man in the hat laughed, and stood still when he was still some distance away from Ye Yi, "Even, buried Elder Ye. The coffin money is also ready."

"Coffin money is also ready?"

Ye Yi has a faint smile on his face.

"Also, although my Jiu Xuan family has a big business, but I can't always have more waste."

The two of them were talking, but the night wind around them was blowing more and more fiercely, and there was a hint of coldness in the air that was about to unsheathed like a blade. From the moment the man with the hat appeared, the two had already started fighting in secret.

The reason why the man in the hat leaves heavy footprints every step is because he walks forward under the pressure of Ye Yi.

"There are so many people who cannot be restrained."

Ye Yi watched the stopped man and sighed with emotion, the big cloak on his body rang fiercely.

"Those who want to challenge the majesty of the fairy gate, are they unable to bear to jump out now?"

"This is also something that can't be helped." The man in the hat didn't care about it. "Actually, in my opinion, there is no such thing as a challenge or no challenge, just like the ancient emperors of the Chaos Era have been high for too long If they are overthrown, they will be overthrown by the Eighteen Clan. Isn’t the immortal gate now the same ancient emperor?"

"So you are planning to be the 18th generation of the current era?"

Ye Yi laughed, a trace of mockery across his face.

"In your eyes, the fairy gate has become the scorching sun of when you die."

"The land under heaven is seven cents in the fairy gate. The fairy gate sits on ten thousand miles of fertile soil, but cannot see the frozen and hungry bones beside the road. Those of us dare not claim that we are the chivalrous generation. For you, the fairy gate can only be said to be a mayfly shaking a tree, but seeing famine everywhere, you have to do so."

"It's really good, but it's a pity."

Ye Yi smiled faintly, not angry.

"The capacity of Elder Ye is beyond my expectations."

The man with the hat complimented that he had obviously stopped, but the box on his back did not calm down. Instead, it became louder and louder, as if there was something living inside.

Ye Yi's Greatcloak was also blown over by the wind to hunt.

The aura of confrontation between the two has not been interrupted, and the airflow between them has been like a group of knives rolling in madness.

"The amount of tolerance?"

The corners of Ye Yi's lips raised slightly.

"This is a pity, I have never had such a thing."

The voice fell, and a white blade of light swept from under Ye Yi's cloak.