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The spirit fox family in Fengqiu City ruled the roost by wisdom, but force should not be underestimated.

Ximen Baitu lined up in front of Fengqiu City, holding a fox cub in his hand. No one knew what kind of medicine was sold in his gourd. Did not see the origin of the empty space.

"Kill." Feng Jiutian looked at Ximen Baitu of the Wolf Clan and uttered a word, and retreated on the attic.

Seeing sharp arrows raining down, they shot towards Ximen Baitu.

The little fox blinked for a moment, then slipped into Lu Zhan's arms.

Just as the Skywolves raised their steel shields to resist, a dragon roar resounded throughout Fengqiu City.

The feather clan in the sky were all shaken down. Looking at the feathers floating down from the sky, the little fox's empty pupils once again had a strange red light.

The little black dragon Chunchun appeared in the body of a dragon, and swiped at Feng Jiutian on the tower of Fengqiu City.

The little fox jumped up empty-handedly, and the eyes of the fox were full of killing.

And Ximen Baitu didn't want to pin the victory of the war on the little fox Kongkong. The Tianlang clan will always be the most brave clan of the Yaozu.

"Siege."

The roar of the little black dragon Chunchun had just finished shocking the spirit fox clan, before he could calm down, Ximen Baitu shot a sharp arrow at the gate of Fengqiu City, the sound of frightened feathers pierced the heart.

"Revenge of the Heavenly Wolf, come today." Feng Jiutian's eyes were like sharp knives, showing his true cultivation.

The strength of the eight-tailed celestial fox is equivalent to the peak of the Yuan Zhu realm of the human race, while Ximen Baitu is only the cultivation base of the innate peak.

Feng Jiutian came to Ximen Baitu within a short breath, with fierce eyes.

"No one has ever dared to get so close to me." Ximen Baitu said with a wild smile.

And Feng Jiutian doesn't care whether he is playing tricks or pretending to be serious, once the sword is out of the sheath, it will not be stained with blood, and will never return to the sheath.

Feng Jiutian's sword tip was right between Ximen Baitu's eyebrows, just a tiny bit away, and he watched Ximen Baitu disappear in a blur.

"Dum."

As soon as the sound of the zither came to his ears, Feng Jiutian woke up like a startled dream. The mist was long and the sound of the zither was endless. He knew that he had followed Ximen Baitu's way.

"Entry song."

Feng Jiutian held his sword in his hand, the corners of his mouth raised.

"People have already entered the battle, so why bother to make a fuss." Feng Jiutian listened to the melodious sound of the piano, like the melodious sound in the willow alley of fireworks.

"Jiu Tian, ​​do you still remember this song?" An old voice seemed to come from the sky, descending from the sky.

"The mountains and rivers are picturesque."

Hearing this voice, Feng Jiutian slowly lowered the sword in his hand.

"The sea can see the eastward flow, and never forget the waves. The heroes of the ages are fighting for heroes, and the world of mortals is drunk with dreams. Amorous smiles, white hair and sad flowers, and snowy nights are beautiful. People in the world are confidantes, and the mountains and rivers are picturesque."

As is the case with the piano, so is the case with people.

"The white hair has fallen three thousand feet, and I will laugh at the world's thousands of years. A fame has not been toasted, and the green hills are so charming, and you are old."

As with swords, so with people.

"Lonely Moon".

The fog cleared, and a person sat in front of Feng Jiutian, only two or three feet away.

"How many years have we not seen each other?" Feng Jiutian asked.

"It's only 500 years." Ximen Guyue replied.

When the two eyes meet, the elder brother is the elder brother, and the younger brother is the younger brother.

Don't meet again, brother is enemy, brother is enemy.

"Your sword still has guts." Ximen Guyue raised her white eyebrows and asked.

"Your qin still has heart." Feng Jiutian answered with a sword.

There is no sound from the piano, and no sound from the sword.

"Brother, do you really want to help Dugu Jingtian fight for the throne?" Ximen Guyue asked.

Jian Kong groaned and stabbed aside.

"Back then, you were imprisoned in Tianxi City by Xiao Tianyue, the number one Martial Lord of Tianwu. You never stepped out of the Ximen Mansion to fight him. I knew your zither had no intention. Even if I can't kill Xia Yuanmo, I will kill Dugu Luoheng." After Feng Jiutian finished speaking, the sword was raised.

"I was not as good as Xiao Tianyue back then, but I was not without a fight." Under Ximen Guyue's long sleeves, there were no arms left.

With empty sleeves on the ground, Ximen Guyue's eyes were full of loneliness.

"A cloud of smoke and rain, there is no complaint in life. But we are all heartbroken people, and we also have bleak things. Let's fight, and we will have no regrets in life or death." Feng Jiutian finished.

The sword's edge has arrived, like a frosty wind.

Feng Jiutian's sword style was treacherous and unpredictable. He could only hear him say: "There is no good season in the sky, but once you are drunk, you will get sick again, you will be speechless once, and you will be mediocre once."

The sword energy spread across the universe, biting towards Ximen Guyue one by one.

The sound of the piano is overwhelming, like the cold snow in Sanjiu.

Ximen Guyue's zither sounded as fast and slow as the wind, and he could only hear him chanting: "I don't know the weather in my dreams, let him be drunk with wine, dazzled with candles, and stagger alone."

The sword was like a beating drum, the sound became more and more urgent, Ximen Guyue's long sleeves became shorter and shorter.

The sound of the zither was like the wind, falling into dreams one after another, Feng Jiutian's scars became more and more dense.

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The leisurely sound of this zither is a reminder to entice the soul, and the fierceness of that sword is the death of hell.

It seems that another 500 years have passed, only to hear the sound of the piano falling and the sword breaking.

The wind for a moment can no longer blow into this formation, people die and die, ignore worries about fame and fortune, don't mention future generations, but there is wine to pay homage to.

Ximen Baitu was holding a blue bamboo ring in his hand, watching the bamboo ring slowly ooze a trace of blood.

He raised his head and shouted towards Fengqiu City with the head of the wolf tribe: "Feng Jiutian is dead, the two tribes of jackals must rest or fight."

The blood from the sky fell like rain again.

There were too many deaths and injuries from the Yu clan, but Kong Kong still didn't stop. It was like an executioner, a little fox who killed evil spirits.

Dusk has arrived, and the waning moon rises in the east.

The Yu clan had retreated, and the little black dragon Chunchun fell to the ground with Kong Kong on his back.

The pitch-black feather clan finally allowed Fengqiu City to see the autumn dusk.

There was no movement on the tower of Fengqiu City, Ximen Baitu suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness.

"retreat."

Ximen Baitu has retreated. He is the evil, charming and mad Ximen Baitu, and he is also the deep and reckless Ximen Baitu.

In the center of Fengqiu City, in front of a red statue, an old woman was holding a small statue of a nine-tailed fox, and placed it in front of the red statue.

I just heard the old woman say in her mouth: "The ancestor of the fox clan is above, and the enemy has the help of the dragon clan. We can only ask for the protection of the ancestors and give a good fortune pill to let the fox clan survive this crisis."

The old woman raised her head and looked at the red statue, only to see the words "Fox Saint" engraved on the statue.

Under the statue of the fox saint, a door opened, a door the size of a foot.

Just when the door opened, the little fox's empty eyes were like two drops of blood, which were about to ooze blood.

The old woman turned into a fox, just about to get into the door.

I saw a pink lightning flash in her eyes...

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And Xiao Wendao and Tang Shuishui, who had just left White Elephant City, set foot on the direction of Wangchuan City.

The Yaozu is located in the southwest, with dense forests and mostly mountainous areas.

A lofty mountain, a steep mountain.

From Baixiang City to Wangchuan City, although there is a great way to go, Xiao Wendao and Tang Shuishui are still too eye-catching.

The two hurried for a day and wanted to take a break.

As soon as Tang Shaoshui picked up the wine gourd, he saw a man in white standing on top of a mountain.

"Is that man a human or a ghost?" Tang Shaoshui asked.

Xiao Wenwen frowned and saw the word "Jiazi" engraved on the hilt of the sword in the man's hand.

"Have you ever heard of someone using the Yazi sword?" Xiao asked, holding the sword tightly in his hand.

"The Jaisu Sword." Tang Shuishui thought about holding the wine gourd, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Zhan Nan, the Sword Master of the Monster Race, uses the Jaisus Sword."

"Is it famous?" Xiao asked.

"A cold light shines on Kyushu, and it was able to tie with your grandfather back then." Tang Shaoshui replied.

"How could such an inexperienced expert be here." Xiao Wen asked looking at the man and said.

Listening to Xiao Wen's words, Tang Shaoshui raised his delicate eyebrows, and almost choked to death without taking a sip of wine.

"I can't run."

"I can't run away."

Ya Zi sword, Ya Zi must be repaid.

Ask about the sword, ask against the sky.