I opened the gate of heaven with one sword and shocked Li Hanyi for 100 years

Although Lei Wujie said his movements were fast, Sikong Qianluo was even faster than him. Before his sword arrived, a long spear had already brushed past Xiao Se's temple, smashing the ice pick into pieces.

Xiao Se sat there without changing his face, looking at this fake big brother with great interest.

Tang Lian smiled slightly, and took three steps back, his face no longer had that righteous look on his face, but a sinister smile: "You are very good, how did you tell? "

"You look exactly like Tang Lian, you have the same voice, you even have the same tone of voice, and you even learned that righteous and dignified look, but it's not difficult to spot you."

Xiao Se quietly drank a glass of wine and said: "You personally escorted Li Taixuan to Jianxin Tomb. Although the journey is not too long, I don't believe you forgot him so quickly, and you just said that Li Taixuan is the same age as us When you are already in the Happy Heavenly Realm, although you concealed it very well, I can tell from your expression that you are panicking, probably because you are afraid that he is nearby."

Lei Wujie looked at the fake Tang Lian warily, "Who are you?"

"Jie Jie." The fake Tang Lian didn't feel panic after being exposed, but just looked at Xiao Se and said, "As expected of this mission goal, you really are very detailed."

"No, it's not fine, it's just common sense." Xiao Se put down the wine glass slowly, "Tell me, who are you?"

"Who am I?" The fake Tang Lian smiled and said, "Jie Jie, I can be anyone."

Fake Tang Lian wiped her hand on her face suddenly, revealing a beautiful and delicate face: "I am her."

Seeing this face, Lei Wujie couldn't calm down and turned pale with shock, "Zuoyi? What did you do to her?"

Fake Tang Lian didn't pay attention to him, but smiled sinisterly, and wiped her face with her hand: "I'm still him."

This face was sharp and angular, with a bit of seriousness, it was Su Changli who chased and killed them yesterday.

"It's you!" Lei Wujie continued to ask, "What did you do to Ruoyi?"

Xiao Se looked at this face and shook his head directly, telling himself intuitively that this was not his real face.

"Jie Jie..." The fake Tang Lian didn't reply, but kept wiping her face quickly with her hands.

That face was that of a beautiful woman for a while, a man with scars for a while, an old woman in her seventies for a while, and a childish face for a while...

Lei Wujie was shocked when he saw this man's changing face, Sikong Qianluo's hand holding the gun was soaked in sweat, and Xiao Se's hand holding the wine glass became tighter and tighter.

After some fiddling with the fake Tang Lian, finally, that face stopped on the strangest side.

It was half a beautiful woman's face and half a man's face with a scar.

He smiled slightly at Xiao Se, and his voice became erratic: "Anhe Mujia, Mu Ying."

Looking at this disgusting face, Xiao Se said in a deep voice the code name that made many people fear in the Jianghu: "Thousand-faced ghost!"

"Jie Jie, you know a lot." Mu Ying said with a sly smile, "I'm really excited about the goal of this mission."

Xiao Se let go of the wine glass, and said in a deep voice: "It's not difficult for you to disguise yourself as Tang Lian. After all, he is a disciple of Xueyue City. Many people have met him, but you can disguise yourself as Ye Ruoyi." How can you know her face if you haven't seen her before?"

Lei Wujie's hands holding the two swords were covered with sweat, and his eyes were fixed on Mu Ying. This answer is too important to him, and he really wants to know.

Mu Ying first glanced at Lei Wujie who was nervous, then turned his gaze to Xiao Se, sneered: "Although you know a lot, there is one thing you don't know, I am not disguised Every piece of my skin is taken from the face of a real person." Mu Ying laughed wildly after speaking.

"What!" Lei Wujie was shocked, he couldn't bear it anymore, he pulled out the killing sword with his right hand, and slashed forward.

"Don't be impulsive!" Xiao Se wanted to stop it, but Lei Wuji's sword was too fast, and he had already rushed in front of Mu Ying.

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Chapter 118 Next, it's up to you...

Lei Wujie looked angry, and stabbed straight at Mu Ying with the Killing Sword.

"Hey, this is the Zhishui sword technique taught by Xueyue Sword Immortal?" Mu Ying stretched out two fingers and clamped Lei Wujie's killing terror sword, "Although the sword technique is good, but only with one A sword that has just entered the Vajra Mortal Realm, this can't kill me."

"brute!"

Lei Wujie's eyes were blazing, and he pulled out the killing sword vigorously, but this man's two fingers were tightly clamped, and he couldn't pull it out.

"I'll help you!"

Sikong Qianluo took a step forward, his spear shot out like a dragon, and hit Huanglong straight, forcibly split the dining table beside Mu Ying into two halves.

Facing the menacing gun, Mu Ying just jumped forward and stepped the gun to the ground.

Sikong Qianluo hastily retracted the gun with all his strength, but it was in vain.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Se already knew that Mu Ying was quite powerful and difficult to deal with.

Mu Ying held Lei Wujie's sword between his fingers, stepped on Sikong Qianluo's gun, and said arrogantly: "What kind of storm can two small King Kong mortal realms cause?"

Lei Wujie couldn't draw back his sword, and neither could Sikong Qianluo's gun. The two of them directly pumped up their true energy, but they still couldn't move the weapon in their hands even half an inch.

Although the two of them are in the Vajra Ordinary Realm, they both exhausted their whole body's true energy and were unable to move half of their weapons. This is really unreasonable.

"What's going on? When did I become so weak?"

Lei Wujie's back was already dripping with cold sweat. When he was fighting against Brother Xuan, even though he was crushing and beating him, he couldn't even draw his weapon like this.

Could it be that this person is stronger than Brother Xuan?Or is it that his strength is the same as that of his sister?

Mu Ying looked at Lei Wujie who was sweating profusely, and said with a smile, "Little friend, do you have many question marks?"

"Finger drunk? There was finger drunk in the wine just now!" Xiao Se frowned.

Mu Ying suddenly changed his face again, showing a look of surprise: "You are so delicate! You even know how drunk you are?"

"Lei Wujie, Qianluo, don't use your true energy." Xiao Se said in a deep voice.

Hearing Xiao Se's words, Mu Ying sneered and said, "Although you know the ability to get drunk with the snap of your fingers, it's too late for you to tell now.

Mu Ying continued to say proudly: "My fingertips, as long as a drop of it touches the skin, it can instantly dissipate your skills, and you don't even notice it."

No wonder!No wonder the weapon couldn't be shaken even with all its strength.

The doubts in Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo's hearts were resolved.

Seeing that face that deserved a beating, Xiao Se suddenly smiled and said, "You seem too complacent. The two of them are indeed finger drunk, but I am not."

"Heh, it's the same whether you have it or not." Mu Ying said with a look of disdain: "You don't know martial arts and are useless."

"You can try." Xiao Se stepped in front of Mu Ying, a purple light flashed in his eyes.

This purple light is exactly the supernatural power of the Rakshatang that was passed on unintentionally - Xin Mo Yin.

After pondering for so long, Xiao Se discovered that although he couldn't use the inner demons as freely as Wuxin, he could use it to interfere with his opponent for a few seconds.

A few seconds, although the time is not long, but it is enough for the current self.

Looking at the purple light, Mu Ying was in a trance for a moment, Xiao Se found the right moment, grabbed Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo and rushed back to the door.

"Want to run?" Mu Ying came back to her senses, she just waved her hand, and the doors and windows in the restaurant were closed in an instant.

Sikong Qianluo looked at Xiao Se who was so close to him, and said in a low voice, "How long will it take for this flickering drunk to dissipate? Without internal strength, we are no match for him at all."

"When the drunkenness dissipates, I think we will be cool." Xiao Se replied in a deep voice.

"Then what should we do? Do we have to wait for death obediently." Looking at the inhuman person and ghost in front of him, Sikong Qianluo hurriedly shook his head: "I really don't want to die in the hands of this thing, even if I have to die, I will die." In..." He raised his head and glanced at Xiao Se quietly.

"I won't die." Lei Wujie shook his head and said, holding his sword in front of Xiao Se and Sikong Qianluo, "I'll hold him back, you guys run."

"Jie Jie, little friend, are you planning to block me by yourself and let them escape?" Mu Ying looked at Lei Wujie who was standing in front of the two of them, and sneered, "Then I can tell you clearly, don't waste your time in vain." With hard work, they can't escape."

"Heh, I'm Lei Wujie from the Lei Family of Jiangnan Thunder Martyrdom, a disciple of Xueyue Sword Immortal, not a kid." Lei Wujie retorted.

After Lei Wujie finished speaking, he changed his hand abruptly, holding the Killing Sword with one hand, and his red clothes flew up, and his true energy soared.

Looking at Lei Wujie standing in front of him who was about to do his best, Xiao Se smiled, as if his friends were standing in front of him all the way from Xueluo Mountain Villa, thinking of this, Xiao Se walked forward and stretched out his hand to hold the two of them hand.

Xiao Se's sudden move really shocked Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo.

What does he want to do in this critical moment?

Lei Wujie didn't care, Sikong Qianluo blushed and wanted to ask Xiao Se what he was doing, but after seeing his serious and good-looking side face, he swallowed the words abruptly.

Xiao Se held the hands of the two of them tightly, smiled at Mu Ying, "Thousand-faced ghost, your abacus is very good, but there is one thing that you miscalculated. Although their internal energy is temporarily lost, mine is still there. .”

"Your internal strength?" Mu Ying smiled wickedly, "You're a useless person, and you still have internal strength? Oh no, you're not a useless person, you still have a martial art that confuses people's minds. Let's discuss it. If you are willing to teach me, then I will How about letting you die quickly?"

Xiao Se didn't speak, but his usual lazy look disappeared, and his expression changed drastically, his eyes were piercing, his robes trembled, and he looked like a peerless expert.

At this moment, Sikong Qianluo and Lei Wujie felt a stream of internal energy being transmitted from Xiao Se's palm to their hands at the same time. Although the surge of internal energy was divided into two, it still surpassed their own. internal force.

Xiao Se actually has internal strength?

This is the common question of the two of them at this time.

"Xiao Se..." Sikong Qianluo said in surprise.

With the loss of internal energy, Xiao Se's face gradually turned pale, and he frowned slightly, and said softly: "Shh, I know what you want to ask, but I can't explain it now, you just need to know that my hidden veins are damaged, you can't I use my internal force, but my internal force is still there, this is the circulation formation that I realized from the unnamed book given to me by Confucian Sword Immortal, and now I am lending my internal force to you!"

Xiao Se exerted force again, and the two of them suddenly felt the internal force in their bodies suddenly increase, and the previous sense of exhaustion disappeared in an instant.

"Next, it's up to you..." As soon as Xiao Se finished speaking, his eyes darkened and he fell down.

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Chapter 119 Kill me, just depend on you?

A man stood above the gate of Nan'an City.

That person was dressed in white, covered his face with a gray scarf, and his eyes were piercing. This was Li Hanyi, the Xueyue Sword Immortal who had descended from Cangshan Mountain.

Li Hanyi frowned slightly, and couldn't help but think of what Sikong Changfeng said the night he left.

"Han Yi, you are in such a hurry to go down the mountain, do you want to go to Jianxin Tomb to meet him before going to the Jiangnan Thunder Gate?"

"So what?"

"If that's the case, then you don't need to go to Jianxin Tomb."

"Why?"

"Based on what I know about him, Lei Wujie's trip to Leimen is scheduled for him. If you go to Jianxin Tomb, you may be in vain. You might as well go directly to Jiangnan Leimen and wait." he……"

Li Hanyi withdrew his thoughts, looked in one direction and sighed: "I hope you didn't lie to me."

Li Hanyi wanted to leave, but suddenly felt the murderous aura rising from behind, and turned around hastily.

A man in black with a paper umbrella in his hand quietly appeared here at some point.

Li Hanyi looked at the man's eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and asked hesitantly, "Puppet?"

The man smiled and slowly raised the paper umbrella in his hand, pushed it forward, and a sharp sword aura shot out from the tip of the paper umbrella.

"Anhe Su Family, Su Muyu, have been waiting for Xueyue Sword Immortal for a long time." The man said softly.

Seeing the incoming sword energy, Li Hanyi pulled out the iron horse Binghe from his waist, and with a light stroke, blocked the sword energy.

"What are you waiting for me?" Li Hanyi put away the iron horse Binghe, his eyes suddenly turned cold: "You stop here because you want to kill me?"

Su Muyu nodded, and only heard a "beep", and opened the paper umbrella in her hand.

"Kill me." Li Hanyi sneered and said, "It's up to you?"

Su Muyu slightly tilted the paper umbrella in her hand, and slowly walked towards Li Hanyi, "There should be no one in this world who can really kill Xueyue Sword Immortal. I came here just to stop you."

"Stop me?" Li Hanyi raised his eyebrows, "Heh, it's not a bad tone after not seeing you for so many years.

Su Muyu walked five steps in front of Li Hanyi before stopping, "I blocked the road to Leimen, please invite Sword Immortal to go back to Xueyue City."

"Ask me to go back?" Li Hanyi smiled coldly, it was Tie Ma Binghe's hand trembling slightly, "Is it up to you?"

Su Muyu slowly turned the bamboo umbrella, and said in a haughty tone: "With my saber, I have seventeen sabers and one sword. Today I am here to ask Jian Xueyue Sword Immortal."

Li Hanyi stared blankly and stopped talking, and gently raised the iron horse Binghe with his left hand.

Seeing this long sword, Su Muyu said slowly: "Iron Horse Binghe ranked third among the top ten famous swords in the world's swordsmanship? It is said that the Kunlun Sword Immortal held two swords from cold to warm in the past, and one said: Iron Horse Binghe, with a handle saying: Ninety-nine Xuanyang."

"Some people say that this sword is overbearing, like an iron horse trampling through the wilderness, but at the same time, it is extremely powerful. When the sword is drawn out of its sheath, it can cut off the snow and hail in the sky." Su Muyu smiled, "Now, I just want to see it You Iron Horse Glacier."

Li Hanyi pulled out the iron horse Binghe, stroked it lightly, and the cold air suddenly rose from the sword.

With a smile on Su Muyu's face, the paper umbrella in her hand suddenly stopped spinning, and then the paper umbrella burst open with a "bang", and the ribs of the umbrella broke to reveal the thin metallic blade inside.

Seventeen umbrella ribs exploded, and seventeen thin blades scattered and nailed to the city wall. The umbrella handle in Su Muyu's hand revealed a sharp sword. He jumped up and held the sword towards the city wall. Li Hanyi stabbed straight over.

The Iron Horse Binghe in Li Hanyi's hand swung away from Su Muyu's thrust, and then slashed down heavily.

Seeing this, Su Muyu dodged to the right, and stabbed again but couldn't, this time she was still dodged by Li Hanyi, and the two of them also used this to distance themselves.

"Back then when you made a move, you attracted camellias all over you. I thought your swordsmanship was so elegant and timeless, but I didn't expect this move to be so sharp, and it was a heavy sword!" Su Muyu flicked The thin sword laughed.

"Your sword is not bad, what's its name? Li Hanyi has already chased after him with his iron horse Binghe.

The thin sword in Su Muyu's hand blocked the blade horizontally: "My sword is called Xiaoyu. Your Iron Horse Glacier can cut through snow and hail, but the rain can't stop."