The wind of painting rivers and lakes rises Canglan

Chapter 6 Zhao Sheng Yan Jun——Jiang Zhaoyi
Outside Yuzhou City.

"Our whereabouts are already under the control of the Xuanming Sect. The sword is sent to warn us not to run away, and to die obediently!"

Hearing Li Xingyun's words, Lu Linxuan's eyes widened, and instead of panicking, he looked angry.

"Damn black and white are impermanent, Miss Ben hasn't settled with them yet."

……

Outside Yuzhou city, near the stone bridge.

I don't know why, but the fog here is very heavy today, and when I look up, I can't see anyone a hundred meters away.

Li Xingyun, Lu Linxuan, and Zhang Zifan stood on the bridge, paying attention to their guard.

The two senior brothers and sisters who are extremely confident in their skills are fearless and calmly attend the appointment.For some unknown reason, Zhang Zifan also brazenly followed.

The whereabouts of the three of them have always been in the eyes of Xuan Mingjiao. After arriving for a while, they saw a group of black-clothed ghost-faced killers suddenly appearing from the thick fog.

At the moment when Lu Linxuan was in a daze, Li Xingyun and Zhang Zifan frowned. They turned around at the same time and saw that Black and White Wuchang had been blocked at the bridge.

"Boy, Xuan Ling's hand is still hurting."

"I want you to look good later!"

The two grinned grimly, looking at the three of them with cold eyes.

However, at this time, Li Xingyun and Zhang Zifan ignored them and turned their heads again to look at the other side of the bridge.

The Xuanming sect members who had just appeared had solemn eyes and moved to the two sides to make way for a passage, as if they were welcoming an extremely dignified person in the sect.

Before anyone saw it, a violent and terrifying aura surged, far surpassing the killing intent of black and white impermanence.Under the eyes of the three, a short and thick man walked slowly from the mist.

At the same time, dozens of imps appeared out of nowhere holding machetes, leaped onto the stone bridge, and surrounded Li Xingyun, Lu Linxuan and Zhang Zifan.

"At that time, it seemed to be here too!"

Seeing the little ghosts coming out of the ground and standing next to him with hideous masks, Li Xingyun couldn't help but think of the scene when Li Huan led him out of the mountain and passed the stone bridge when he was young.

The difference is that in the past, just a few little ghosts from the Xuanming Sect could make him tremble, but now, neither the impermanence of black and white nor the tyrannical short fat man in front of him can no longer shake his state of mind.

There was Jiang Zhaoyi in front of the three of them, Black and White Impermanence in the back, and countless Xuanming disciples on the left and right. The formation was so large that even Lu Linxuan, who was not afraid of anything, could not help but frown and looked around vigilantly.

And Zhang Zifan, after Jiang Zhaoyi appeared, has been quietly sizing up this famous man in the world.
Yan Jun.His eyes were shining brightly, and he aimed at the senior brothers and sisters beside him, thoughtfully.

On Xuan Mingjiao's side, Hei Wuchang's face was gloomy, while Bai Wuchang stretched out his blood red tongue and licked his dark red lips, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Zhaoyi's face was as heavy as water, and there was no expression on his purple-red face.

The bamboo forest in the distance rustled. After looking at it for a long time, he finally spoke.

"You three, who is Uncle Yang's apprentice?"

Lu Linxuan couldn't hold his breath, he took a step forward and said.

"Where is my sword?"

Jiang Zhaoyi turned his head sideways to look at the girl in front of him, then raised his right hand behind his back and made a move, and a member of the Xuanming sect beside him immediately threw out a broken sword.

Lu Linxuan snorted angrily and took it without putting it in the scabbard, and held it in his hand in the posture of Qinglian Sword Song.

On the other side, Bai Wuchang's eyes had been staring at Li Xingyun, feeling the pain in his palm, and said in a strange way.

"Hey, little friend, your injury healed quite quickly."

Hearing this, Li Xingyun remembered the pain of being tortured by the corpse poison and nearly died. He looked at Black and White Impermanence with a sullen face, and ignored her provocation.

Zhang Zifan pondered the situation for a while, and said meaningfully from the side.

"Hey, the battle is not small. Who are you two? The Xuanming Sect actually wants to send the King of Hades to deal with you."

"Yama?"

"What Hades?"

"..."

The two senior brothers and sisters first came out of the rivers and lakes, and they only knew about the black and white Impermanence of the Xuanming Sect.Zhang Zifan started talking to the two with a speechless face, telling the status of the short and fat man in front of him.

"From top to bottom, the masters of the Xuanming Sect are Emperor Underworld, Po Meng, Judge of Water and Fire, and the five great Lords of Yan. This is Jiang Zhaoyi, the Zhaosheng Yanjun who is at the helm of the Nanyue Hengshan branch of the Xuanming Sect."

After speaking, he smiled slightly and looked at Jiang Zhaoyi, who was expressionless.

(End of this chapter)