Brother is always slapping his face

Since Zhanlong was injured last time, although Mo Zhannan promised them to continue to stay at home to protect Xiao Yi and Xiao Tingting's safety, he always cared about Jia Jingyu's safety in his heart.

Therefore, not only Zhan Long saw the Goshawk signal flare overlooking the earth in the night sky, but Mo Zhannan in the yard also saw it clearly.

He immediately used the teleportation technique and rushed over.

Three against one, with all their strength and using what they have learned in their lives, Jia Jingyu, Mo Zhannan and Zhan Long gradually gained the upper hand.

The disciples of Xuantianzong only knew that Jia Jingyu was excellent in martial arts, but he didn't expect that Mo Zhannan, who looked gentle and gentle, danced his sword like flowing water, turned around, stabbed, and slashed. dizzying.

The monsters are retreating steadily, and they have no intention of fighting.He dodged, as fast as lightning, grabbed Wang Bingde, and threw him viciously to Jia Jingyu and the others.

Jia Jingyu's eyes were frightened and angry, he hastily withdrew his sword, turned slightly sideways, and rescued Wang Bingde.

Wang Bingde escaped from danger and was still in shock, but Jia Jingyu stuffed him casually and handed him to Zhanlong.

Afterwards, Mo Zhannan and his eyes met, and their hearts were connected, and the next moment he took him to use the teleportation technique to chase after the monster.

Without thinking too much, Zhan Long handed over Wang Bingde to Xuantianzong's disciples. With sharp eyes, he raised his knife to find Jia Jingyu and Mo Zhannan.

Jia Jingyu and Mo Zhannan tracked down the whereabouts of the monster, and the attack from both sides finally made him stop spinning. After seeing his true face clearly, the two couldn't help exclaiming: "Sovereign!"

Xiao Yi had disheveled hair, strange eyes, and his right face was covered with fine and dense black cracks. He stood quietly opposite them, his neck turned mechanically, as if he was looking at them carefully.

Jia Jingyu took a step forward slowly and called out, "Sect Master, I am Jia Jingyu, a disciple of the 'Taihe School', do you still know me?"

"Taihe faction? Jia Jingyu?" Xiao Yi murmured a few words, his mind flashed, and his hazy eyes gradually became clear.

He stepped forward vigorously, grabbed Jia Jingyu's arm firmly, and shocked them. Mo Zhannan's long sword was reflexively held in his hand, and the light of the sword was cold.

Xiao Yi said bluntly, "Jia Jingyu, are you here to kill me?"

Hearing this, Jia Jingyu was taken aback for a moment, and quickly said: "Sect Master, we have been ordered by our master to save you, not to kill you."

"Save me? Rong Weichuan sent you to save me?" Xiao Yi seemed to have heard a big joke. He shook off Jia Jingyu's arm and laughed, showing his madness. Good intentions, I sent you to save me, hahaha~"

Then, Xiao Yi took out a book from the Qiankun bag and stuffed it to Jia Jingyu angrily, and said angrily, "What do you think this is all about?"

Jia Jingyu took it, and Mo Zhannan also moved closer. They saw that the half-new and half-old cover had six words "Supreme Sword Art Encyclopedia" written on it.

The two people didn't know why, and asked in unison: "What is this?"

"You ask me what is this? Hahaha~" Xiao Yi laughed wildly again, out of breath, Jia Jingyu and Mo Zhannan were confused and looked at each other.

Xiao Yi's manic laughter stopped suddenly, he raised his head suddenly, looked sideways, his eyes were full of hatred, like a poisoned blade, he approached step by step, Jia Jingyu and Mo Zhannan couldn't help but tense up, holding the long sword in hand, fully concentrating alert.

"This is your master's most beloved martial arts secret book. It was hidden in his room. I borrowed it for use. I didn't expect it to look like this now. People don't look like people, and ghosts don't look like ghosts!"

As soon as these words came out, Jia Jingyu and Mo Zhannan's hearts skipped a beat, and several thoughts flashed through their minds.

At this moment, Zhan Long shouted loudly: "Jia Jingyu..." It turned out that he used lightness kung fu to find them.

"It's Zhanlong." Mo Zhannan said anxiously to Jia Jingyu.

Jia Jingyu immediately understood the meaning of what Mo Zhannan said, and immediately stuffed Xiao Yi's martial arts cheats into his Qiankun bag, before the matter was fully understood, so as to avoid unnecessary complications and troubles.

Jia Jingyu responded, "We are here."

Zhanlong came following the sound and touched the ground with both feet. Xiao Yi, who had a ferocious face, paranoid eyes, and black cracks on his right face, seemed to understand something, and lost his voice: "Master..."

"Aaron..." Xiao Yi stared intently at the beloved disciple he had cultivated, and called out his name slowly.

"Master..." Zhan Long strode over, grabbed Xiao Yi's arm, and couldn't believe his eyes.

That year, there was heavy snowfall, and the skinny boy, with ragged clothes and ragged clothes, was hungry and cold, hiding in the straw pile of the ruined temple, curled up with a small body, thinking that he was about to die up.

A majestic man with resolute features and his men came to the ruined temple to escape the wind and snow.

It was that chance meeting that changed the fate of my life.

Zhan Long couldn't help but tighten his throat, holding Xiao Yi's arm with both hands, trying to drag him back from the direction he deviated.

Xiao Yi, who regained his senses, did not dare to look at Zhan Long's sad eyes, like a child who did something wrong, and said in his mouth: "Aaron, I killed them all, and there are evil spirits in their bodies. I was worried that they would be possessed by evil spirits and kill innocent people indiscriminately, so... so... I just... I just wanted to remove the evil spirits from their bodies, but... but... I couldn't control the force, the blow was too heavy, and I They...killed them by mistake...I..."

"Master, stop talking!" Xiao Yi said in a trembling voice, heartbroken, not knowing what to do now.

Xiao Yi suddenly grabbed Zhanlong's wrist with his hand, and stared at the wind chasing knife in his hand. Zhanlong saw his resolute expression, and immediately had a bad warning.

If this is the case, Xiao Yi's eyes froze, and he said firmly: "Aaron, now that you have regained your sanity as a teacher, you quickly kill me with the wind chasing knife..."

Hearing this, Zhanlong felt like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, his eyes widened suddenly, his pupils constricted, bloodshot eyes were clearly visible, and he roared angrily: "No!"

Jia Jingyu and Mo Zhannan also felt inexplicably tight in their hearts, and deeply felt Zhan Long's helplessness and despair.

Xiao Yi was taken aback by his yelling, backed away again and again, and said in disbelief, "What? Even you don't listen to Master now?"

Zhan Long's face was ugly, and he shook his head subconsciously.

Xiao Yi curled his lips, smiled sullenly, opened his fingers like sharp claws, and with a fierce face, he rushed towards Zhanlong in an instant.

Zhan Long hurriedly intercepted Xiao Yi's fierce attack with the back of his knife, and shouted loudly: "Master!" He hoped that his cry of pain could wake him up like just now.

Xiao Yi's eyes showed a fierce look, and he said sharply: "Who is your master, die!"

Xiao Yi pushed Zhanlong violently, and the two bounced away quickly. He didn't give Zhanlong a moment to breathe, and launched a new round of offensive like the overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai.

Just as Jia Jingyu was about to help, Mo Zhannan grabbed his shoulders and hesitated for a moment.

At this moment, Zhanlong was in a hurry to fight, Xiao Yi suddenly stopped his momentum, and directly used his body to have a head-on confrontation with Chasing Wind Knife.

The chasing wind knife that cut iron like mud pierced Xiao Yi's body at once, Zhan Long's eyes were about to split, and he cried out in pain: "Master..." hugged Xiao Yi, who was unstable, lost his balance, and bleeding from his abdomen. in arms.

"Take good care of Tingting..." After Xiao Yi finished his last words, he tilted his head, his arms were vertical, swayed a few times, and died.

Jia Jingyu was shocked, his mind went blank, and his heart could not be calm for a long time.

Seeing the enemy who killed his parents and exterminated the demon clan died in front of him, Mo Zhannan felt nothing in his heart.

"Master..." Zhan Long yelled in a hoarse voice, the tough man burst into tears with grief.

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