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As soon as Dugu Yu and song kugang set foot in front of the Tibetan Scripture tower, the disciples directly took out the long sword around them, and the cold blade pointed directly at them. Fan Qinghui and Yan Jingan had ordered that no one should be disturbed in the future, even if they died.

In their eyes, Dugu Yu and others saw fanaticism, which was the worship of Cihang Jingzhai.

"Trouble."

Dugu Yu whispered softly, leaving a shadow in place the next second. His changing body looks like ten separate bodies shuttling around these women. Every time he passes by, a disciple falls down.

"The thief died."

A large number of disciples fell down, and the remaining female disciples changed their faces slightly. They hit Dugu Yu with a sword, but what they cut was the illusion left by Dugu Yu.

The noisy voice outside has alerted fan Qinghui and Yan Jing nunnery in the Tibetan Scripture tower. They looked at each other and fan Qinghui sighed: "it's up to you to watch here. Let me go. It needs to be over."

Different from Yanjing nunnery, fan Qinghui and song que have an old relationship, but in the last meeting, this old relationship has been erased. This time, I'm afraid it's the final end.

Yan Jing'an frowned slightly and looked at his apprentice Qin Mengyao who was accepting the inheritance. He had to nod helplessly: "be careful, Yao'er will be able to complete the inheritance soon."

Fan Qinghui nodded, took a long sword and stepped towards the door. As soon as he walked out of the Tibetan Scripture tower, he saw people lying on the ground.

For a moment, her face became very ugly. She looked at Dugu Yu and song que who were the only ones standing in the field: "you..."

Dugu Yu raised his eyebrows slightly: "don't worry, I didn't kill them, otherwise it's not three people, but thousands of troops."

These disciples were only sealed by Dugu Yu. I'm afraid they can't use their Qi in their life without his permission.

Looking at fan Qinghui stepping out, song que flashed a fine light and slowly came forward with Tiandao: "there is still a war between me and you. This war will end all the friendship between you and me."

The man in front of him had a determined look. Fan Qinghui's heart had sunk. He fought with song vacancy and had no chance of winning.

Dugu Yu made a slip at his feet, and the man had disappeared in front of the Tibetan Code: "master song, she'll leave it to you. Remember not to kill. Lao Xie still needs to make a final break with this woman."

The two wonderful men in the Tang Dynasty are all related to fan Qinghui.

If Dugu Yu hadn't mentioned it, song que would still be obsessed with fan Qinghui. Even if he deliberately married an ugly woman to temper his heart and wanted to get out of the shadow of fan Qinghui, he would be a little friendly once fan Qinghui came to the world.

The hatred between Shi Zhixuan and fan Qinghui comes from Bixiu heart. A man, even a man like Shi Zhixuan, once moved, absolutely loves his wife. For Bixiu heart, I'm afraid he will put down the matters of right and evil.

Unfortunately, when bixiuxin and fan Qinghui met again, bixiuxin wanted to watch Shi Zhixuan's skills, and then died of exhaustion. Then there was a crazy Shi Zhixuan.

I'm afraid all of this has something to do with the Lord of Jingzhai.

Seeing Dugu Yu flying into the Tibetan Scripture tower, fan Qinghui wanted to stop him, but Song Wei stopped him: "your opponent is me. You can't manage your Majesty's business."

Fan Qinghui's eyes flashed a different color and looked at the perfect man in front of him: "I really want to make such a decision between you and me."

A look of disdain flashed across the corner of song's mouth. His journey can't stop here: "you and I are just at the wrong time, the wrong place and the wrong acquaintance."

Fan Qinghui's eyes were cold. She had seen that song vacancy in front of her had really walked out of the magic barrier she had set: "Hey, in that case, Qinghui had to offend."

Every collision between the blade and the blade, the burst of Mars, like the emotion between the two, is just a moment of glory, which will disappear in the next second.

"Qiang, Ka Cha!"

The fight between the two was just a few moves. The long sword in fan Qinghui's hand was cut off by song Duan. His heavenly knife was placed on fan Qinghui's neck. With a little effort, he left a knife mark on her neck.

"You and I are in trouble. This knife will kill everything in the past."

With song Kuo's strength, he could crush fan Qinghui. At the moment when he took back the Tiandao, song Kuo's real power was slightly shocked. The clothes on his cuffs were cut directly by the knife awn, and a piece of brocade cloth floated down.

At the moment of landing, it also represents that there is no relationship between them. At that moment, it also represents that song Ke's state of mind has really reached perfection.

Fan Qinghui was silent and looked at the piece of brocade cloth on the ground. He didn't know what it was like. It was regret, unwilling, secret resentment, or resentment.

At the moment, a ghostly figure came flying. For a moment, it had arrived in front of fan Qinghui. His slightly red eyes stared at her: "I ask you, does xiuxin's death have anything to do with you?"

Fan Qinghui looked at Shi Zhixuan indifferently: "elder martial sister is to eliminate demons. Her death is where she died."

"Boom"

Shi Zhixuan's eyes flashed a killing opportunity, and the real Qi in his body surged for only a moment. Fan Qinghui flew backwards like a broken cloth bag and hit the wall behind him.

"That is to say, the reason why xiuxin checked my skills and the so-called exhaustion is that you manipulated and guided it with your own hands!"

"Cough!"

Fan Qinghui covered his chest, and a mouthful of blood was coughed out directly. His pale face looked extremely desolate. However, song Que and Shi Zhixuan could not see a trace of waves in their eyes.

"I want you to live in the shadow of elder martial sister all your life, ha ha"

"Bang"

As soon as he finished, a blood arrow burst out of fan Qinghui's heart. At that moment, the leader of Jingzhai chose to end himself.

"Master"

But a shrill scream came from behind. A fairy who was like falling into the mortal world stumbled up and stretched out his hand to hold fan Qinghui in his arms: "master, don't die, Feixuan is back."

When he was dying, the light in fan Qinghui's eyes was dim. Looking at the woman in front of him, he reached out and stroked her cheek: "Feixuan, remember that Jingzhai can't be extinguished!"

In the end, it is still an unforgettable door, sad and lamentable.

Shifei Xuan just held the dead fan Qinghui tightly. Her eyes were wet with tears. She didn't know what she was talking about in her silent tears.

Song Que and Shi Zhixuan looked at everything in front of them indifferently. People died like lights out, and all gratitude and resentment disappeared.

In the Tibetan Scripture tower, a figure steps in it, and all the classics disappear wherever it passes.

It seemed that on the top floor of the Tibetan classic tower, Yanjing nunnery frowned slightly, stepped out like an immortal dancing, and in an instant there was a lower layer. Looking at the man who came slowly, his heart sank.

"Your Majesty, why be aggressive!"

Looking at the woman in front of him, Dugu Yu smiled: "aggressive? You're wrong. I treat all the sects equally, but you're used to being superior. I've given you a lot of opportunities."

Yan Jingan stared at Dugu Yu coldly. Cihang Jingzhai is the Holy Land in the world. How can it be compared with those small sects: "Cihang Jingzhai has never done anything to hurt the world. It's just a quiet hall in the mountains. It's even more meritorious to ask for orders for the people in troubled times. Your Majesty's move is against heaven."

"Ha ha"

Dugu Yu laughed: "in that case, why don't you solve the root cause of the disaster before the troubled times, but how can you represent all the people when you walk in the world after the chaotic times break out? Since you are a quiet hall, you can do your own thing, eat fast and read Scriptures."

"It's not for that illusory reputation."

Yanjing nunnery's eyes become colder and colder. The root cause is related to the struggle between Buddhism and Taoism. If the Middle Earth Taoism is hidden and doesn't ask about the world, then the Buddhism controls the world.

"Qiang"

The cold sword Qi wiped Dugu Yu's side and flew out and directly hit the wall behind him.

Dugu Yu shook his head and gently shook his finger: "after all, we still have to do it."

At this time, in the highest floor of the Tibetan classic tower, Qin Mengyao's eyes flashed a blurred color, and then turned into a strange look. It was indifferent, so indifferent that everything in the world was like a dead thing in her eyes.

"Jingzhai has reached the time of such destruction."

The old words did not accord with Qin Mengyao's young and beautiful face at all.

"Hey!"

With a slight sigh, his body turned into a smoke and disappeared into the top floor.

At this time, Dugu Yu grabbed Yan Jing'an's long sword with his fingers, and the strong power of a snap came into her arm and bounced her sword holding hand away.

"You can't stop me."

"Qiang"

With a long sword, Dugu Yu jumped over her body and walked towards the last floor.

"No"

However, Yan Jing'an's Jiao drank and turned back to slap him. He thought Dugu Yu would resist. He wanted to print it directly on his back. Yan Jing'an looked happy and his real Qi surged wildly: "you can't go up."

Dugu Yu felt the killing Qi coming from the other side, and a cold color flashed around his mouth. The stars in the Dantian shook slightly, and the surging real power was like a huge wave, which swallowed the other party's real Qi in an instant.

"Bang"

When Zhenli rebounded, Yan Jing'an's face changed slightly and she immediately withdrew her palm. However, Dugu Yu's momentum was too huge, which made her blood churn in a moment.

"Huh?"

Just as Dugu Yu was about to step on the last floor, he saw a woman with a strange smell coming slowly, and there was an inharmonious smell on her.

Yan Jingan looked happy: "it's successful."

Qin Mengyao looked up at Yanjing nunnery and then looked at Dugu Yu: "that's him, the ultimate enemy of Jingzhai."

The pale voice passed into the second brain.

Dugu Yu frowned, and his mind swept the woman in front of him. In a moment, Qin Mengyao was held in his hand: "ha, the other bank, you have never been detached, ridiculous!"

Qin Mengyao looked at Dugu Yu coldly: "no wonder you can become the enemy of Jingzhai. What you can do is beyond imagination."

Dugu Yu disdained and said: "Dini, Dini, you should have died if you didn't break through the void, and you don't know what strange way you use to keep your spiritual power in the world. If you are honest, you may still exist for some time, but it's a pity that you spend the final time in useless."

The last means of Cihang's quiet fast is to use the Dini to seal his energy in the Cihang sword Scripture when he was dying. This practice can make it easier for the disciples to understand the essence of the sword Scripture.

In addition to the conflict of ideas, Ning dodge found that Dini's spiritual power was making trouble.

"Oh!"

Dini noncommittally picked her eyebrows. Her time is running out. Even if Qin Mengyao inherited her strength, her flesh is too weak. If it takes too long, I'm afraid she will leave permanent damage.

In the meantime, the long sword inserted on the ground flew directly into her hand. The next moment, she cut it off at Dugu Yu without saying a word.