The wind is whistling, and the rain is whispering.

The sky was originally dark, but at this time, the whole world seemed to be filled with a strange tone of turquoise and purple.

The wind and clouds surging, and the thunder raged, making no one dare to look directly at him!

Su Weiyun used the eleventh move of the Thirteen Death Swords. He skipped the tenth move and directly used the eleventh move of the sword light that dominated the world, Feng Xiaoxiao Yi Shuihan!

The sword light is everywhere, and the murderous aura is everywhere!

The murderous aura of this sword is as heavy as an emperor's anger, floating corpses thousands of miles away, bleeding and drifting, which no one can bear!

The thugs of the Red Escort Agency realized that they could not get involved in such a battle. Some people were frightened and could not even hold the weapons in their hands.

They couldn't even see who Zhuo Donglai was and who Su Weiyun was.

The sword light flew around, the shadow swept quickly, everything changed too quickly!

Zhuo Donglai abandoned the complicated changes and only used one sword, which was his purple Qi Donglai.

The purple qi comes from the east, which not only represents him, but also a mixture of all his moves.

A ball of purple air flew, the sword light was swallowed and spit, mysterious and mysterious!

Su Weiyun stabbed out sixty-six swords in succession, with a slight sword energy and a cold light shining, which simply enveloped all the six directions, up and down, in this range!

The rain and fog are hazy, and the shadows of the trees are shaking.

The two are purple and green, just like the chaos when the world has not opened, which cannot be described or described.

......

It seems like a long and long ancient times has passed, and it seems like it is just a moment.

The two separated, and finally they separated.

Su Weiyun was hit by a sword in his waist.

The flesh is dripping, and the bones are visible!

Gao Jianfei, Zhu Meng, and Sima Chaoqun hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Su Weiyun said with difficulty: "I'm fine."

The purple crown opposite him was still intact, the purple robe was still neat, and the thunder sword was still firmly held in his hands.

There were no scars on his body.

Zhuo Donglai only said seven words.

"Sure enough, you are the hero!"

Then he fell down.

A generation of Chang'an heroes, a hero with complete plans, slowly fell down in this barren mountain.

The wind and rain are blowing, and Xiaoxiang is a sword.

From then on, the name of "Xiaoxiang Sword" Su Weiyun was destined to spread throughout Chang'an.

The people from the Red Escort Agency did not dare to step forward, but just looked at the masters in the field in fear.

They were either the ones brought by Gongsun Baojian, the ones brought by Mr. Ji, or the members of the Chang'an Raid Escort Agency.

Now that Gongsun, Mr. Ji and Zhuo Donglai have all been killed, they naturally have to retreat continuously.

Sima Chaoqun walked over and looked at Zhuo Donglai's corpse. He was covered in purple and still looked so noble and so respectful.

Sima Chaoqun slowly picked him up and sighed, "Wan'er, we can leave. I will take him with you, don't you mind?"

"No, how could it be?"

Sima Chaoqun and Wu Wan walked slowly towards Chang'an.

The rain turned from big to small, drizzling and gradually stopped.

Zhu Mengzhao was crazy and laughed: "Everything is done, all revenge is avenged. It turns out that all the water flowing eastward. Hahahahaha!"

As he spoke, tears flowed from his eyes.

Gao Jianfei said in surprise: "Brother Zhu, are you...you crying?"

Zhu Meng wiped his big hand covered in blood and soil and said, "Yes, I cried. I wanted to cry when Diewu died, but at that time I thought I was a hero, and the hero had no tears, so I couldn't cry!"

"Now I know that this hero of Luo Shi really has nothing to do with it!"

Su Weiyun, Gao Jianfei, and Xiao Leixue were all looking at him.

Zhu Meng said: "Brother Su has excellent martial arts skills and extraordinary courage. I respect you very much! But what I respect most is that you did what you want to do!"

"What about me? I don't even dare to cry when I want to cry, I have to hold back. What kind of shit hero is he! Heroes are shit! They are all shit!! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

He ran down the mountain, grabbed a fast horse from the Red Envoy with two fists and three legs, and rode on the horse and galloped westward, but it disappeared into everyone's eyes for a long time.

Gao Jianfei said in a daze: "Brother Zhu Meng, he...he should at least stay and thank you Brother Su."

Su Weiyun laughed and said, "Hahaha, I never thanked you. Brother Zhu must have remembered me forever in his heart. From now on, no matter what I ask him for, he will agree immediately!"

Xiao Leixue stared at Sima Chaoqun's body holding Zhuo Donglai's head gradually fading away, and a very strange expression suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"The old man from the Qinglong Society... finally couldn't answer my question."

After a long time, he finally sighed and said, "Going to fly, it's time for us to leave."

Gao Jianfei was about to put away the tears sword in his hand, but suddenly, he exclaimed.

"How come the 'tear marks' on the sword disappeared?"

When Xiao Leixue heard this, he snatched the tears and placed it in front of him to take a closer look.

The tears on the sword were slowly fading away with the spring rain and slowly disappearing.

Xiao Leixue said in surprise: "How could this be? This 'tear mark'..."

The trees are bleak and the clouds are scattered.

Su Weiyun turned around and left.

"Things of gods and ghosts are not trustworthy! When a person is in the sword, the fate of the sword will always be in the hands of the swordsman."

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March 1st, spring.

Chang'an, the Red Escort Agency.

On this day, Sima Chaoqun met Su Weiyun for exactly one month.

Sima Chaoqun's broken arm wound slowly healed, while Su Weiyun was carrying a bag and stood at the door of the Red Enemy Agency.

Sima Chaoqun said: "The materials you want have been prepared for you, and they are all here."

Su Weiyun bowed and said, "Thank you."

Sima Chaoqun smiled and said, "It's up to me to thank you. Chang'an's Red Escort Agency, Luoyang's Lion Hall, and the Green Forty Road Northwest Road should thank you very well."

Su Weiyun smiled and said, "So many people thank me and ask me to give me a gift one by one, that's a problem! It seems that I have to leave quickly."

Sima Chaoqun suddenly said, "Are you really leaving?"

Su Weiyun sighed: "Well. I have reached the time to set off."

Jianghu Su ordered him to remind him that the plot of the plane had ended and he had to leave.

There are two more options for the planes that can be accessed: "The plane of "Little Li Flying Knife", "The Twins of the Peerless" plane, and "Seven Weapons" plane."

At the door of the Red Enemy Agency, Wu Wan happened to come out: "Sima, Master Zhu sent you an invitation letter, inviting you to Luoyang on March 15th."

Sima Chaoqun said, "Okay, I understand, I will go."

He turned his head to look at Su Weiyun again and said, "Master Su, you... take care of yourself."

Su Weiyun nodded and left immediately.

In the ancient city of Chang'an, under the setting sun, an ordinary chef left silently.

It is hard for anyone to imagine that he is the "Xiaoxiang Sword" that exists only in rumors and no one can see him.

teahouse.

The storyteller is still telling the story, but what he is talking about is no longer the Three Kingdoms.

"It is said that there is a mysterious chef in Chang'an who often acts in the night to be righteous, rob the rich and help the poor, but never wants to show his reputation. There are countless young ladies in Chang'an City, and young girls are obsessed with him and secretly admire him."

"His swordsmanship is superb, and all the ghosts and gods are shocked. He once fought in Tongtu Lane with one battle. He laughed at the Honghua Festival. Zhu Mengzhu Hall Master of Luoyang and General Sima of the Raiders Bureau are all his good friends..."

The storyteller suddenly lowered his voice: "It is said that Zhuo Donglai, the second dragon head of our Red Enemy Agency, died under his sword!"

"Oh, it's a pity that he didn't see his head but his tail. No one knows who he is. He only knows that he is an ordinary chef. But I thought, he might be the chef in our Chang'an residence, and maybe he has heard me tell the story!"

The storyteller is so furious.

"Tsk, how could such a great hero come to listen to your story?"

"That's right, don't gild your face."
To be continued...