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Chapter 450: Kill one person in one step (Happy New Year)

It's approaching noon, and the autumn sun shines directly above the slightly crowded old courtyard below.

In everyone's sight, the sun shines on the face of the uninvited guest, and the bronze mask reflects the metallic light.

Just like the simple blood-stained bronze vessels wielded by tribal priests in the mythical wilderness era when performing human sacrifices, at this moment, thousands of years have passed, but they appear within the walls of this antique Ganpai courtyard.

It's like an eternity.

The young man is tall and thin, wearing a navy blue Confucian shirt and a bronze fox mask on his head.

It was a familiar figure to Rong Zhen.

Even if she were beaten to death, she would never forget it. Since leaving Dagushan, she had woken up from her dreams many times in the middle of the night. The figure of this indifferent and arrogant fox-faced young man could not go away. It even tended to become a nightmare, affecting the girl's Taoist heart.

"Which one of you is looking for me?" he asked.

Everyone was silent and no one answered.

The bronze fox-faced young man walked into the courtyard calmly. Under the gaze of everyone, he suddenly stopped three steps behind the threshold of the courtyard door and looked down.

There seemed to be a dividing line in front of him, like the boundary between Chu and Han.

The bronze fox-faced young man stood at the edge of the moon formation under the pool, one step away, turning his head left and right, and seemed to be looking at the people in the courtyard and the formation nodes everywhere with interest.

Rong Zhen narrowed his eyes.

Yan Zhang and Lian Qing looked serious and somewhat silent.

The bronze fox-faced young man pointed at the little girl in Confucian uniform who was tied up with ropes and could not speak next to a female historian in white in the courtyard:

"I have a fate with this little guy. Let's give her some face and let her go. I can spare your life today."

His tone was friendly and consultative, but he said the most arrogant words.

The atmosphere in the hospital was quiet for a while.

Yan Zhang looked at him for a while, then suddenly sneered and shook his head:

"Are you smart? We didn't go to find you. Instead, you showed up to the door yourself. Now you dare to negotiate terms with our Si Tianjian. What are you talking about?"

The bronze fox-faced young man kept looking at Rong Zhen and ignored him the whole time.

Rong Zhen, who was standing in the middle of the courtyard as a formation, was silent for a while, then suddenly turned to the little girl in a red coat and asked:

"Who is he? Did you see his face clearly?"

From the moment the bronze fox-faced young man came in, Huang Xuan kept turning her head to look at his face with a dazed look on her face.

At this moment, Rong Zhen was staring straight into her water-cut eyes as she asked.

Huang Xuan came back to her senses, glanced at her, and lowered her head: "I see clearly, I don't recognize her."

The bronze fox-faced young man glanced at the little girl in the red coat.

Rong Zhen withdrew his gaze and asked coldly:

"What did you do to Ouyang Changshi?"

The bronze fox-faced young man suddenly raised his eyebrows, but unfortunately the bronze mask obscured his expression.

Rong Zhen’s words are as cold as ice:

"The crime of attacking and killing Chang Shi will be increased by one level. Today's old crime and new crime will be counted together."

Ouyang Rong nodded: "I like your businesslike tone. After listening to it, I really feel that I deserve death."

After a pause, he suddenly asked:

"Did you leave something behind last time? By the way, is this little thing going to be punished with a death penalty? For example, being immoral is a crime of indecency."

The bronze fox-faced young man raised the wad of wrinkled purple thin fabric that had been washed white in his hand and gestured.

It was not unfolded, but the faintly visible mandarin ducks on the light fabric clearly explained its close-fitting properties to the sharp-eyed people in the hospital.

In the courtyard, Yan Zhang, Lian Qing and other Si Tianjian Qi practitioners, as well as Miao Si and Huang Xuan, all stared blankly at the small ball of clothing in the palm of the bronze fox-faced young man.

The courtyard was eerily quiet.

No one even noticed the crescent-shaped tripod sword hanging on the formation above his head for a while.

"How is that possible? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yan Zhang's first reaction was disbelief, impossible, absolutely impossible.

How could the cold and holy Rong Zhennvshi's tight-fitting bellyband be in the hands of this little thief? Besides, the red and purple style of this dress is not at all in line with Rongzhennvshi's plain and pure outfit.

Yan Zhang wanted to sneer and ridicule a few words to defend Rong Zhennv Shi's innocence, but the next moment, he turned his head and saw out of the corner of his eye the flower of the high mountain in the Sitian prison in the center of the yard, which used to be as tall as icebergs and snow lotuses. The skin of the unattainable girl in palace attire, which was originally cold and white, was like red ink dripping into a glass of water, and suddenly it was covered with a blush like lipstick and rouge.

Rong Zhen wore a golden face with four fierce eyes. He remained motionless and could not see the specific expression on his pretty face. However, the skin on his ears and neck looked white and rosy under the bright sun, making him look particularly charming and bright red.

Everyone in the hospital, except for Huang Xuan, who was a little ignorant of human affairs, everyone else understood immediately.

Yan Zhang was stunned, and there was something rapidly collapsing in his eyes as big as copper bells.

The bronze fox-faced young man was so desperate that he continued to ask curiously:

"Why don't you say anything? Well, isn't it your Excellency?

"Okay, then I'll go back and ask other people. I didn't see many people in Dagushan that night, so I can always find the owner."

He sighed happily:

"It seems that I can be exempted from the crime of immorality and immorality for the time being. It's a pity that the female historian will not reward me for picking up gold, nor will I be punished with death."

As he spoke, he shook his head and put away the wrinkled purple bellyband, and stood up with long sleeves.

The roots of Rong Zhen's neck and ears turned even redder, and the delicate, round ear beads without earrings were so red.

At this moment, Yan Zhang's delicate and handsome face turned blood red, like a rotten eggplant, covered with bruises and purples.

"You...you...are a rampant little thief." He shouted violently.

The bronze fox-faced young man who was one step away from the formation suddenly turned his head and looked at Yan Zhang coldly.

At the same time, the clear blue [arc] directly above the courtyard, ten feet above Rong Zhen's head, suddenly moved.

Like the moon setting over the river, like a comet hitting the sun, it crashes into the old courtyard.

The situation was urgent and everyone was frightened. Yan Zhang was so frightened that he bent down and held his head.

But immediately, everyone who was deeply afraid of the power of the Cauldron Sword discovered that [Arc] quietly paused in the air after entering the courtyard three feet above Rong Zhen's head.

It's like being stuck in a quagmire, stagnant.

The hazy mist emanating from the feet of the cold girl in palace dress became thicker and thicker, filling the courtyard, like the mist rising in the bathroom while taking a bath.

In mid-air, the blue light around [Arc] slowly shrank and became much weaker.

The arc body trembled slightly.

It's not that it's not sharp enough to cut through the formation and the heads of the ants below.

Instead, the sword holder's spiritual energy supply was lost.

The human sword sense is isolated by the moon formation under the pool.

Come back, it failed for the first time.

After Yan Zhang saw it clearly, he laughed heartily:

"Little thief, the Cauldron Sword is nothing more than that. You are so stupid. You dare to let the Cauldron Sword enter the battle. Now you are trapped. Without the Cauldron Sword, what are you using to kill people?"

Everyone, like Yan Zhang, breathed a sigh of relief.

Lian Qing sneered and said: "Stop talking nonsense, activate Earth Escape and take his head."

Rong Zhen, who kept his head down and said nothing, quickly crushed the red paper with a punch, took out a ball of Wen Qi, closed his eyes and made a seal to lock the person's Qi. Although the bronze fox-faced young man is only one step away from Chi Xiayue, Earth Escape can trap him in the past and prevent him from running away.

Yan Zhang and others were gearing up, but they did not expect that the bronze fox-faced young man at the entrance of the courtyard did not show any panic, but shook his head gently.

The next moment, the invisible mass of literary energy in Rong Zhen's hand suddenly exploded.

The [Arc] above everyone's heads suddenly burst into bright blue light, piercing through the hazy mist.

It moved, like a fish flapping on the shore reentering the water.

"Whoosh" and disappeared.

Without giving the person half a breath, it appeared again, accompanied by a scream that resounded throughout the courtyard.

"what--!"

A white-clothed Qi practitioner who was guarding Miao Si broke his body at the waist. The section was neat and divided into two, and the blood line surged.

He bent his body, staggered and fell to the ground.

Miao Si, who was bound and sealed, suddenly felt relaxed. He sat on the ground, opened his mouth wide, and looked around in confusion. He seemed to be able to speak and the blockade was lifted.

Although she is still the same as Huang Xuan, she is in the place closest to Rong Zhen, and is protected by Yan Zhang, Lian Qing and other Si Tianjian Qi trainers.

At this moment, everyone inside and outside the hospital was horrified.

"Why does he still have spiritual energy?!" Lian Qing asked sharply.

Yan Zhang suddenly reacted:

"Could it be driven by literary energy, is this okay?" He hurriedly shouted to the fearful companions on the left and right to stabilize the morale of the army: "Don't, don't be afraid, come together, he has no spiritual energy now, only one Wen Qi, he can't kill us all!"

But just as he finished speaking, he saw a bronze fox-faced young man at the entrance of the courtyard reaching into his right chest and pulling out a handful of blood-stained red leaves.

This group of red leaves looked particularly familiar to Huang Xuan and Miao Si. When they took a closer look, they saw that the ink marks on the red leaves had disappeared, and were replaced by cool and unrestrained blood letters.

That's right, there are lines of crooked handwriting written in blood on the red leaves.

The bronze fox-faced young man clutched a handful of red leaves full of blood smell in his palms and walked calmly into the moon array under the pond.

Walking towards Rong Zhen, Huang Xuan and Miao Si in the center.

Every time he passed by a white-clothed Qigong practitioner, he would take out a red leaf from his hand and throw it behind his shoulder.

Pieces of blood-stained red leaves were flying in the air, and at the same time they were broken into leaf ash inch by inch.

And when the blood-stained red leaves were shattered into powder, [Arc] also appeared next to the corresponding Qi practitioners in white.

Out of reach.

The bronze fox-faced young man walked all the way, and heads fell to the ground one after another behind him.

Miao Si raised her head blankly, looking at the red words scrawled in blood before the pieces of red leaves floating in the air broke into pieces. She couldn't help but mutter:

"Look up at the bright moon...lower your head and miss your hometown...

"The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost... Jiang Feng is fishing with fire against Chou Mian...

"Chaoci Baidi among the colorful clouds... Thousands of miles of Jiangling are returned in one day..."

One after another, the stunning poems are full of literary spirit and surprisingly fluent. The little girl in Confucian dress who is born to be a master of ink and is close to literary spirit becomes more and more dumbfounded as she reads:

"The sky is thousands of miles away and the autumn is clear, and the water follows the sky and the autumn is boundless... The sun sets on top of the building, and in the sound of the broken bell, a wanderer in the south of the Yangtze River. I looked at Wu Gou and took pictures of the railings. No one understood me. I came here..."

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star... Killing one person in ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles... When it's over, I brushed off my clothes and hid deep in my body and my name... After leisurely drinking in the Xinling Mausoleum, I took off my sword and crossed my knees!"

The poem talks about ten steps, but the young man with the bronze fox face killed one person in the courtyard with one step.

He walked lightly, and every Si Tianjian Qi practitioner he passed by, the vitality in their bodies disappeared, and they fell to the ground with a "pop".

Miao Si suddenly burst into laughter, giggling happily:

"Hahaha, what a poem, what a poem, you are so interesting as a sword wielder! Literary spirit seems to be free of money, and it can also be used as sword spirit. What kind of magical power is this? Then in the future, the Great Sword Immortal will be a great poet, hahahaha."

Rong Zhen turned around: "Shut up!"

Miao Si, who was eagerly grabbed by Yan Zhang, danced and laughed heartily, regardless of his small body that was almost crushed.

"Shut up! The banished immortal who is both skilled in poetry and swordsmanship has come to save this immortal girl. Wait for death. You know how to bully the weak. Now try to bark at the dog, just a little bit."

The little Mo Jing tilted his head and made a face, sticking out his tongue.

Yan Zhang stood in the formation facing each other and suddenly shouted two words:

"Miao Si!"

The little girl in Confucian attire screamed "Ah", tilted her head, vomited blood, and fainted.

But there was still a smile on her lips.

Just be happy and that's it.

The bronze fox-faced young man quickened his pace, broke through layers of defenses, and walked towards Rong Zhen.

He passed by Lian Qing.

The woman with a mole on her eyebrows, who was about to kneel down and lower her eyebrows, had no time to speak, and her head was separated neatly.

In the end, the bronze fox-faced young man stayed beside Yan Zhang for a moment, not listening to what he said, but lightly patted Yan Zhang on the shoulder, and then casually pushed down his headless body.

I don't know when Yan Zhang's head rolled down to the feet of the bronze fox-faced young man.

The feminine and handsome face on the head was wide-eyed and full of disbelief.

To the end of his life, he could not understand why he had also been cut off from spiritual energy and lost his spiritual energy. Why was the bronze fox-faced young man in front of him still able to control the tripod sword? Why he still had so many peerless poems, and why... he could touch the iceberg. The private bellyband of the goddess Rong Zhennvshi.

Do not look down.

In the courtyard, a silent killing was coming to an end.

Finally, the bronze fox-faced young man carried an [Arc] and walked up to the girl in palace clothes wearing a gold mask.

He still had the last red leaf in his hand.

Rong Zhen's eyes widened and he saw that there was a faint line of blood on the last red leaf:

He was born in the sky, Mang Kunlun, read all the spring in the world.

Three million jade dragons flew up, causing the whole sky to become cold.

She slowly turned her head.

The two people wearing masks looked at each other.

Before Ouyang Rong could say anything, Rong Zhen suddenly took off her golden mask. Her hair was already wet, and a few strands were scattered in front of a pair of lacquered eyes. She stared at his face:

"But once you die, don't hide it. Take off your mask and let me take a look at you, just for this one look."

The bronze fox-faced young man ignored him in silence and turned to look at the little girl in Confucian uniform who was seriously injured and fainted on the ground next to her.

The eyes on his foxy face narrowed and he tilted his head slightly, seeming to be in a very unhappy mood.

Rong Zhen smiled sadly, closed his eyes, held his head high like a swan, neither begging for mercy nor bowing his head to repent. His pretty face with closed eyes was facing the [arc] in the air.

The bronze fox-faced young man looked silently at the girl in palace clothes who was being slaughtered.

The clear blue light of [Arc] suddenly became brighter, approaching the pretty face of the girl in palace attire. The sword energy cut off the wet black hair in front of her closed eyes and pointed directly at the tip of her nose.

At this moment, there was a sudden "click" outside the courtyard wall.

The bronze fox-faced young man turned his head instantly.

In the carriage at the entrance of the courtyard, an unruly long sword that had lost the suppression of the tripod sword rushed out of the sword box, shining brightly with a touch of snowy white!

In the ordinary alleys, there are swords flying in the air and angry bullfights.

　Thank you for your company. In the new year, we will set off again! or2

　　

　

(End of this chapter)