After Immortal Qing Leng loses his memory

Xuan Shuang looked up at Luo Jiutang, his lips opened and closed slightly, but he never made a sound.

"Junior brother," Zhang Lanyou said in disbelief, "why didn't you tell them the truth?"

Everyone looked at Xuan Shuang again, but Xuan Shuang still only looked at Luo Jiutang and ignored him.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird, the air was stagnant, there was no wind, and there were hundreds of people in the field, but it was as quiet as if there was no one there.

The silence gave rise to infinite reverie, and whispers gradually sounded in the field, and then, people who were closer to Xuanshuang and Xiaoyaozong retreated one after another, and their positions were vacated, forming another encircling circle.

"Don't listen to his nonsense!" Seeing this, Tong Qing stepped forward angrily and hurriedly, blocking Xuan Shuang behind her, and glared at Zhang Lan angrily, "I was there with several senior brothers that day, watching him with my own eyes. Activate the formation, if there is no junior brother, we would have died in Feiyun Town long ago!"

Zhang Lan laughed loudly, but the strong devilish energy on his body became weaker and weaker, gradually revealing the face that had been hidden all along, with long eyebrows drawn into the temples, bright phoenix eyes, straight nose and thin lips, he was wearing a white robe, hands Holding a long sword, standing in the crowd, it is as dazzling as the stars and the moon, but it makes people's hair stand on end.

There is no other reason, only because there are two identical people in the field.

Tong Qing glanced at Xuan Shuang beside him, and then at "Xuan Shuang" in the field of vision, "Xuan Shuang" sensed his gaze, and it seemed to Tong Qing that every word and action was familiar to him.

Tong Qing only heard him say: "I admit, I killed the people in Feiyun Town."

Tong Qing's pupils trembled, and he blurted out: "You are talking nonsense! You demon, why did you want to become like my junior brother?!"

"Xuan Shuang" raised his eyes slightly, looked at him coldly, and did not argue.

Luo Jiutang looked at Xuan Shuang behind Tong Qing, and said softly, "Junior Brother, do you have anything to explain?"

Tong Qing became anxious when he heard it, and he said first: "Brother, he is framing you, don't you understand such a simple truth?!"

Of course Luo Jiutang understood, and it was precisely because he understood that he wanted to ask more clearly. Tong Qing was a bit stubborn, and only knew that Xuan Shuang was not the murderer, but he didn't think about it deeper.

Although Lord Yuchen is famous in the three worlds, few people have seen what he looks like, so when the demons acted in the identity of Lord Yuchen in Feiyun Town that day, they didn't know whether it was true or not.

But right now, the demon not only turned into Xuan Shuang's appearance, but also said some specious things, and what was even more strange was Xuan Shuang's attitude, neither denying nor admitting.

This had to make Luo Jiutang think deeply.

Luo Jiutang took a deep breath, his throat tightened, and he asked word by word: "Little brother, who are you?"

Tong Qing was taken aback, then subconsciously turned to look at Xuan Shuang.

Xuan Shuang slowly raised his head when he heard the words, his eyes swept over the people present, and then looked at Luo Jiutang, Second Senior Brother and Tong Qing in front of him.

Ever since Zhang Lan walked around wearing his identity, he knew that one day his identity would be exposed, but he never thought that this day would come so soon.

From the time he woke up in Xiaoyaozong to today, it has been just over a year.

Xuan Shuang sighed in his heart, and after a long time, he said softly: "Since I already guessed it, why bother to ask again."

Hearing this, Luo Jiutang looked at his junior brother whom he had been calling for more than a year with a complicated expression, and said after a while, "Some things have to be told by you yourself before I will believe them."

"No," Tong Qing was taken aback when he heard the words, "What charades are you playing?"

The second senior brother on the side couldn't help but shook his head and said: "Anyone with a little brain has already understood."

"Who are you saying has no brains?!" Tong Qing was so angry that he wanted to jump up and kill him, "Are you saying that the younger brother is Lord Yuchen—"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he suddenly realized what he had said, and was so startled that he immediately turned to look at Xuan Shuang, "Little, little brother..."

Xuan Shuang looked up at him and said, "Yes."

This "yes" made Tong Qing's hands and feet stiff for an instant, his mind went blank, and he didn't know how to make a sound.

Small, teacher, younger brother, actually, ran, yes, jade, dust, king? !

Before he could digest this information, there were rustling footsteps in the field, and people who had been on the sidelines held their swords and moved towards them.

Tong Qing reacted immediately, he recalled the sword nailed into the ground, and looked at everyone warily, "What are you doing?!"

One of the sword-holding monks said: "We are here to arrest Lord Yuchen today. Since the person next to you is the real Lord Yuchen, we will punish him on the spot!"

"Who told you to arrest Mr. Yuchen?!" Tong Qing angrily pointed to "Xuan Shuang" who was surrounded on the other side, and said, "The person who killed many people in Feiyun Town is that evil spirit! I thought he was Yuchen before." Jun, that's why I said that I want to capture Yuchen-"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Another monk interrupted him, the sword in his hand was filled with spiritual power, buzzing and trembling, "No one in the Three Realms knows that Lord Yuchen has fallen into the devil and rebelled, and that demon wants to be arrested, and Lord Yuchen cannot let him go!" !"

"Correct!"

"They're all demons!"

"To die!"

The three of Xiaoyaozong looked at each other when they heard the words, and then they all took a step forward, blocking Xuanshuang behind them, and confronted a group of Xiu soldiers.

The monks from different sects looked at each other, and someone shouted: "Xiaoyaozong, what are you doing?!"

"No matter who Xuan Shuang was before, he is just a disciple of Xiaoyaozong now." Luo Jiutang's voice was still gentle, but he clenched the sword in his hand, "And he didn't do anything to hurt everyone present. On the contrary, the people behind you It is the real demon, if you really want to get rid of demons and prove the way, why not capture that demon first."

Xuan Shuang looked at the person standing in front of her in astonishment, "Brother..."

Luo Jiutang turned to look at him, and said, "Little brother, don't be afraid—"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he remembered that since Xuan Shuang was Lord Yuchen, he would naturally not be afraid of such scenes.

"Since you want to work with evil spirits," one of the monks shouted, "sooner or later you will fall into the evil way, so it is better to eliminate the evil in the Three Realms as soon as possible, so as to save another Yuchen Lord!"

"Correct!"

"That's right!"

"Eliminate harm for the Three Realms!"

"Let's go together!"

Luo Jiutang's heart tightened when he heard the words, and he was about to persuade a few more words, but he saw that the monks had been incited to attack them with swords in their hands. Some of them took the lead, and naturally others followed the crowd, and the wavering monks followed after seeing this Move your hands.

That is Lord Yuchen, as long as you kill him, you will be famous in the Three Realms!

The scene began to become chaotic. Xuan Shuang was originally protected by several senior brothers of the Xiaoyao Sect, but there were too many monks present, and the four of them were gradually dispersed and fought separately.

Especially many monks gathered towards Xuanshuang, but Xuanshuang only defended, even if he used his spiritual power, he didn't hurt their vitals.

Zhang Lan's goal of fishing in troubled waters was finally achieved. He swung his sword away from his besiegers and was about to escape, but was discovered by Xuan Shuang, who had been watching him all the time. .

Zhang Lan dodged to dodge, and the spiritual power in his palm was not behind. Xuan Shuang was about to meet him, but suddenly noticed a spiritual power coming from behind, and planned to pinch him back and forth.

Xuan Shuang quickly transferred the spiritual power in his body, just as he escaped the blow, he saw that the person who attacked him was not someone else, but Fu Xing, who was dressed in red and had a sinister expression.

Just now she and Zhang Lan stood together in the field, but she didn't make a sound, her sense of presence was so low that Xuan Shuang almost forgot that there was such a person.

Fu Xing and Zhang Lan have worked hand in hand for hundreds of years because of the moon-wanting incident, and the friendship between the two is much deeper than that of ordinary people. Seeing Zhang Lan and Xuan Shuang making a move, she naturally would not sit idly by.

Besides, in her heart, she has always hated Xuan Shuang, and felt that if he hadn't been a hindrance, Wan Yue might have been resurrected by now, so every time she made a move, she was unreserved and extremely fierce.

Xuan Shuang's old wound from 500 years ago has not healed, and he had received Fu Xing's palm before. At this time, he not only has to deal with the monks of various sects, but also resists the joint attack of Zhang Lan and the two of them. There is a tendency to run out.

Xuan Shuang glanced at the field, the Xiaoyao Sect members were entangled and couldn't get away, Hua Wan was a talisman cultivator, and had almost no advantage in front of many sword cultivators, and it was difficult to protect himself, let alone support him.

The energy and blood in his body surged, Zhang Lan and Zhang Lan didn't give in to him, and they didn't get much favor from Xuan Shuang, their bodies were covered with large and small bruises.

Just as Xuan Shuang dodged a monk, Zhang Lan's palm was in front of his eyes in a blink of an eye. In a critical moment, Xuan Shuang had to mobilize his remaining spiritual power to deal with it, barely avoiding Zhang Lan. Some monks saw that Xuan Shuang was at the end of his battle He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and he shouted at the brothers scattered everywhere: "Form up!"

Xuan Shuang knew something was wrong when he heard the words, no matter what the formation was, he was absolutely unable to resist it in his current situation, so he had to be sharp for now.

Xiaoyaozong is decent at any rate, as long as he is not present, these people will not embarrass the senior brothers of Xiaoyaozong anymore. Thinking of this, Xuan Shuang turned around and left this place.

Zhang Lan was thrown a few feet away by Xuan Shuang's palm, and just as he was caught by Fu Xing, he saw that Xuan Shuang seemed to be running away. Swipe behind.

Just as Xuan Shuang turned to leave, he saw dozens of people holding long swords in front of him, forming an array and chanting words, a huge magic circle slowly emerged above their heads, glowing with a faint blue aura.

As soon as the formation appeared, Xuan Shuang felt that his movements were blocked, his limbs became heavy and sluggish, not to mention that his spiritual power was exhausted at this time, even if he had remaining spiritual power, he could not mobilize it at all.

Not only that, this formation is also very evil, a huge vortex appears in the center of the formation, like a bottomless abyss, and Xuanshuang's body is slowly flying towards the vortex.

The sky, which was supposed to be a sunny day, was instantly overwhelmed by dark clouds, and there was a faint thunderclap between the clouds. Zhang Lan's sword behind him rushed towards him with the momentum of shaking mountains and rivers, only half a foot away from him!

Xuan Shuang bit his tongue violently in his heart, and the fishy sweetness gushed out of his mouth. The Lingtai was clear for a moment, and his limbs loosened. He immediately raised his left hand, covered the blade of Nirvana with five fingers, and swiped the blood bead from the mouth. The palm sprayed out, and the blade of Ji Mie lit up a dazzling white light.

Xuan Shuang turned around suddenly, it was too late to hide, so he swung his sword to meet him.

But at this moment, a black shadow rushed to Xuan Shuang like lightning, grabbed his waist and pulled him into his arms. When it collided, there was a bang like a thunderbolt exploding in mid-air.

Yu Wei brushed across Xuanshuang's cheek, forming an extremely deep bloodstain, Xuanshuang suddenly opened his eyes, and raised them to meet Qi Yao's strange blood pupils.

There was a thump in his heart, and he realized that something was wrong, but he couldn't allow him to think too much now, because the sense of restraint from the formation climbed up again, and his limbs became stiff and heavy again.

"Qi Yao, leave first!"

Xuan Shuang looked terrified, as soon as he grasped Qi Yao's wrist, he turned around and wanted to drag him away from the formation.

"Pfft-"

There was the muffled sound of the sword cutting through the clothes and piercing into the flesh. Xuan Shuang didn't notice this subtle sound at first, but he subconsciously lowered his head to look at it when his heart felt cold.

He saw a red-glowing sword with simple lines running through his chest from the back of his heart, and bright red blood was dripping from the sword.

It was at this moment that Xuan Shuang felt the pain, it was so fine and dense, like ten thousand ants devouring the heart, it wasn't very painful, but it was extremely uncomfortable.

Before Xuan Shuang could react, the sword was pulled out of his body suddenly, Xuan Shuang spat out a mouthful of blood, and his consciousness gradually returned.

Xuan Shuang turned around stiffly, and saw Qi Yao standing behind him with a sword in his hand, with a gloomy and indifferent expression, red pupils staring at him for a moment, and a smile that seemed to be happy but also painful.

He doesn't look like a madman, and he doesn't have the slightest innocence in the past, he seems to be another person.

The corner of Xuan Shuang's mouth kept overflowing with blood, and he spoke with difficulty: "Qi Yao, you..."

"Xuan Shuang," Qi Yao stared at him and said in a hoarse voice, "You owe me this sword!"

The author says:

I finally finished writing here, and Xuan Shuang is going to die next——