At the end of the corridor above the secret room where Gao Qiangyu Yang Xueyi was, a man sat cross-legged like an old monk entering a meditation, his eyes closed and motionless, as if he had always existed as the corridor, his body exuded the smell of ancient vicissitudes and a trace of desolation.

This man was Yuanzhen, and behind him, a young man in green robe slowly approached, bent down, and the big man shrank timidly. It was Chen Youliang.

Chen Youliang trembled with the deer leather gloves and whispered: "Master, I have selected those silver needles, only these nine silver needles are poisonous."

Yuanzhen suddenly opened her eyes and snorted coldly with her nose: "Nine? One is enough to kill him!"

Having said that, he also put on deerskin gloves on his left hand and took off the nine needles. When he looked from the air, he saw blue light appearing on it. This was the shadowless needle that Yang Xueyi shot on him from close range that day.

However, the shadowless needle is cleverly designed. In order to block the old friend's way up and down, left and right, the shooting ground is quite scattered and the coverage is huge, so there are still several toxic shadowless needles that have been quenched elsewhere.

Since this needle is called Wuying, it is extremely thin, so most of the targets hit the wall were broken. Chen Youliang followed the order of Yuanzhen and finally picked up a few intact.

Yuanzhen carefully pinned the needles into his right sleeve, and he sneered secretly: "When you come out, Xiao Shutou, let you taste how your guy tastes!"

That day, Gao Qiang and Yang Xueyi retreated. Gao Qiang was unconscious. Yang Xueyi was at the end of her strength and no longer cared about wiping the marks to confuse the old friends. After Monk Yuanzhen recovered from his injuries, he followed the blood stains, water stains and other clues left by them and followed them to chase him here. After careful examination, he was sure that this was their last place to hide.

Therefore, he stayed here every day. Yuanzhen remembered that his grandmother Xiaolongnu mentioned that there was an exit from the ancient tomb, but it was at the place where everyone was buried in the coffin. Although the specific location was unclear, he knew that it was at the deepest part of the ancient tomb, but it was not the corridor in front of him. Therefore, he stayed here firmly. Waiting for rabbits, catching turtles in the jar. Under the corridor, Gao Qiang and Yang Xueyi snuggled together. "Is it settled?" Yang Xueyi looked at Gao Qiang, and his eyes were shining. "It's settled!" Gao Qiang took a deep breath. His eyes looked at a black sword like a burnt wood in his hand. The sword was bald and dark, like a piece of dead wood. A hint of embarrassing smile appeared on his face. He looked at Yang Xueyi with tender face and smiled: "You are a lady. I am not a gentleman. After using this sword, I have to send it back quickly."

Yang Xueyi looked shy and lowered her head, but she didn't say much. She knew that Gao Qiang must be nervous. Because Gao Qiang had another hand facing her body, it was very.

Exercise force, tight muscles.

She just looked down at the three-foot black sword in her hand. This sword is a lady sword, a gentleman sword and a lady sword. This is not the sword obtained by Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu from Gongsun Zhi back then. This is a powerful weapon that Yang Guo later asked an expert to build a sword, but it was left to the descendants of the ancient tomb.

However, in terms of sharpness, this new sword is by no means inferior to the old sword. For Yang Xueyi, she delivered the Junzi Sword to Gao Qiang, not only giving out a steel sword, but actually, in accordance with the rules of the ancient tomb, she also wrapped herself tightly around the sword and sent it over.

Gao Qiang was about to fight, and he thought about how to win the past, but he didn't think much about it. He held Yang Xueyi's hand and found it soft and slippery and wet. He knew that the girl was even more nervous than himself. He hugged her gently and said, "Don't be afraid of him, we two, beat this old dog hard! Tell me, beat this old dog!"

Yang Xueyi's face turned red and she whispered: "Beat this old dog!"

This was probably the first time she had cursed people in her life. Her voice was like a mosquito, and it was too low to hear. Gao Qiang shook his head. He suddenly picked her up and lowered his head and said, "The sound is not loud, I don't have enough confidence!"

Yang Xueyi gently pushed Gao Qiang away with her hand, and her eyes were shining and shiny. She touched Gao Qiang's face and said softly: "Wait a minute, don't do stupid things, you must live."

Gao Qiang was stunned, and his thoughts turned over and turned into a smile. He lowered his head and gently kissed the two beautiful lips as beautiful as flowers. He tasted a hint of bitterness, but more of the sweetness of the flowers. He raised his hand to smooth Yang Xueyi's hair off the ground, gently stroked the hair of the shawl, and smiled and said, "I don't have to worry if you are here." "I don't have to worry if you are here!" Yang Xueyi followed Gao Qiang this time, saying it without shyness, without whispering, without any artificiality. This was almost what she kept in her heart.

Gao Qiang looked at the beautiful eyes, and the two black eyeballs flashed and shone. He felt a faint mist in his eyes dissipated, and said in his heart: As long as we live well, the old dog can be beaten!

He held Yang Xueyi tightly and whispered: "I'm relieved if you are here."

Then he immediately turned around, took her little hand, and stepped onto the stone steps. He was afraid that the courage that he mustered in his heart would be transformed by the tenderness of the sea. However, at this moment, he didn't know what he felt in his heart, or the tenderness inspires courage, or the strong and hard courage in the tenderness of water!

As the stone gate rattled, Gao Qiang and Yang Xueyi stepped into the corridor again a month later.

Opposite, Monk Yuanzhen stood there, standing steadily, like an unclimbing mountain.

Gao Qiang and Yang Xueyi stood on both sides, forming a horn to guard each other. Gao Qiang looked at Yuanzhen, and the thin old man stood there, but brought pressure from the mountains and seas!

But he believed that with Yang Xueyi behind him, Yuanzhen could turn over even if she turned into Mount Everest!

The three of them said quietly. After a while, Monk Yuanzhen opened his eyes, but looked straight at Gao Qiang, and asked in a low voice: "Would you like to die for her?"

Gao Qiang nodded, but said nothing. His internal strength quickly changed, and a stream of force was transmitted into the gentleman's sword. The dark sword buzzed gently, and he was slow.

He slowly lifted the sword, slowly and hard, as if he was dragging two mountains above.

Yuanzhen snorted coldly, as if she was feeling emotion and disdainful: "The best way to punish you is to let you die and let her live alone in this world!"

Yang Xueyi raised her eyebrows, and the sword in her hand danced sharply, pointing directly to the lower right corner of her body. At this time, Gao Qiang's sword was slantingly stabbed the upper left, and the person stood steadily like a sculpture, and the sword seemed parallel and attacked each other. Gao Qiang's sword pointed to Yang Xueyi's head. Yang Xueyi's sword pointed to Gao Qiang's feet, and the two looked straight ahead.

There was no trace of anger in Gao Qiang's eyes, but Yang Xueyi looked at Yuanzhen tightly because of Yuanzhen's words just now.

Monk Yuanzhen watched the two of them gesture and stepped down, and a strange expression appeared on her face, and slowly said, "The Jade Girl Suxin Sword Technique?"

Gao Qiang said coldly: "Monk, our grudges will end today. I have decided that you can't let you harm others again."

Yuan Zhen smiled strangely, and said in a weak voice: "What are you? Where can you interrupt in our ancient tomb sect?"

Gao Qiang was about to reply to the debate, and Yang Xueyi said calmly: "Uncle, he is my husband."

The strong hands trembled slightly.

Yuanzhen was stunned and stared at Gao Qiang up and down for a few glances. She sneered: "Okay, okay, my lover has become a husband in a blink of an eye. I will let your husband be the prince consort in front of the King of Hell!"

Gao Qiang and Yang Xueyi looked at each other, and they had a sympathy. Yang Xueyi pointed directly at Yuanzhen with a single sword, and stabbed him quickly and quickly. Monk Yuanzhen waved his left sleeve, covering the point of his chest, and flew forward to Yang Xueyi's single sword. He wanted to fight head-on and win with his internal strength.

How could he know that Gao Qiang followed the sword immediately, and then arrived first, with only one sword, the magical power of the round cassock to destroy the demons could break the sharp blade of a human magic weapon. As a result, someone else clamped the two swords in his sleeve, and knew that something was wrong.

A very strange spiral power came out, and Monk Yuanzhen felt that his internal force was injected into his eyes. The cassock was as hard as an iron wall and the cassock actually broke a human hole. Then the two internal forces of the other party were one of the dangerous and one yang, one opened and one closed, and the sword was spinning like a top in the sleeve of his robe. Then he saw a little white light shining on the cassock. Next, two points, three points, and tens of millions of points, he watched the bright and bright white sword light shot out from the sword held by the two of them. In the narrow corridor, the sword energy was radiant and dazzling! It was extremely gorgeous!

In the white light, I saw a cluster of black butterflies flying gracefully. Looking closely, it turned out that Monk Yuanzhen's whole robes turned into cloth pieces!

Just now, all the internal force of the square was gathered on Yuanzhen's cassock. Although Yuanzhen only used his left sleeve to face the sword, the internal force spread throughout his body and pulled it off vigorously, and the cassock stood in pieces!

Yuan Zhen was shocked. He was left with a naked white shirt on his body and retreated in a mess. Gao Qiang and Yang Xueyi looked at each other. Unexpectedly, the sword was so powerful that it was so powerful. With the power of the throne, the two of them actually avoided Yuan Zhen!

Yuanzhen had hidden nine shadowless needles in the cassock, and was ready to shoot them with internal force at any time. But he knew that the force was so huge that the cassock was blown into pieces. I don’t know where the nine needles flew to dryness.

Since the Yuanzhen Cassock skill was broken, how could Gao Qiang and Yang Xueyi allow him to breathe? A sword combo, a move by Jade Girl Suxin sword technique is to stand up. Although they cannot fully exert their abilities, there are always seven out of ten.

But in the corridor, two black long swords were dancing like dragons and phoenixes, and a foot of white light shining at the tip of the sword. It was the invincible sword light that sword practitioners dream of!

The intersection of black and white illuminates the entire corridor! The sword mango is indeed invincible. On the thick bluestone in the corridor, the wind blows, and sword marks that are more than an inch deep appear, and layers of blue lime powder fall down!

Monk Yuanzhen was in a mess. His right hand was broken and he could only use his left hand to face it. The Huanyin fingers were all internally injured. Although his fingering was clever, they were pointed out one or two meters and the evil fingers were transmitted to the sword. Gao Qiang and Yang Xueyi's internal strength were communicated through the sword style. The two were in a wonderful aura. They only felt that the body was biting cold, but it did not affect their luck.

Yuan Zhen was shocked. He was shocked. He used the dragon capture skills on his left hand, and used the Huanyin finger and dragon claw hands. He used all kinds of skills to attack. He clearly saw Yang Xueyi swinging out a sword and had a lot of loopholes, but those loopholes were then filled by Gao Qiang. Yuan Zhen initially relied on the rapid attack and strong internal force of the wind and rain, and could attack seven or eight moves in ten moves, but later, seven or eight moves were used for defense. His only left arm was slow and slow. He explored into Gao Qiang. Yang Xueyi's sword circle, but saw a white light radiant. Yuan Zhen could only use finger force, palm force or fist force to hit the sword spine of the sword without any time. Otherwise, the remaining arm would be broken here immediately!

Since Gao Qiang and Yang Xueyi have firmly stood up, their uneasiness has slowly calmed down, and their care for each other gradually arose. The two of them are now in a wonderful mind, standing side by side with the person they love the most. Before they knew it, they used the sword technique smoothly and openly, and followed the sword. At the end, they didn't know whether it was the sword or the sword dance. The two of them were in great enemies, and their eyes were actually conveying feelings, and the autumn waves were secretly spreading, and the eyebrows were full of tenderness and sweetness.

When Yang Yuyu Xiaolongnu used his sword to fight against the Golden Wheel King for the first time, this was also the same. They never expected that a hundred years later, their descendants had another similar encounter.

The two gradually entered the world of no one, and there was no Yuanzhen monk in front of them. They just knew that the sword dance and the Jade Girl Suxin sword technique were used in one style, wandering around the world, drinking and drinking in front of the flowers and moon, sweeping the snow and making tea, cooking cranes by the pond, cutting candles and talking at night, and the bamboo curtains were on the pond. The two felt refreshed and refreshing at this moment, and the two were in love. Gao Qiang’s eyes were tender and faint, and Yang Xueyi’s face was flushed and shy.

The two of them were tender and sweet, but this sword technique was really powerful. After a moment, in the dark corridor, there were spots of mottled blood red falling. Monk Yuanzhen's limbs were already scarred, and a little bit of light redness oozed out, and it quickly turned deep and dark. "Look at the hidden weapon!" Yuanzhen saw that his left arm was long trapped in the sword circle. If he was not careful, he would be the disaster of his arm being broken. He couldn't help but sang the internal power thunder with the Vajra Great Zen.

Gao Qiang and Yang Xueyi, immersed in the world of the two, were slightly stern. The two of them had a sympathy. At the same time, they retreated, and slowly waved their swords to protect their lovers. Gao Qiang even squinted his eyes and looked at Monk Yuanzhen tightly, for fear that the other party would use these hidden weapons.

Unexpectedly, Yuanzhen Thunder roared, and saw the two of them retreating a little, they turned around and ran away!

Gao Qiang and Yang Xueyi looked at each other, he fought with his left hand and chased him with Yang Xueyi's right hand.

The ancient tomb is good at light skills.

Yuan Zhen couldn't learn everything back then, but he was successful because of his sufficient internal strength. He started first. He opened all the doors of the tombs in advance, but prepared a way out in advance, so he did not stop at all and ran out first.

Gao Qiang and Yang Xueyi's internal strength are far weaker than Yuanzhen, but they have complete knowledge of light skills, so they chased each other tightly.

Yuanzhen's cassock was torn and she fled in a white middle robe. Gao Qiang, Yang Xueyi, was wearing a white robe, waving in the wind, like a fairy companion, and the three of them brought three white afterimages, and rushed straight down the mountain like surging white waves in the green mountains.
Chapter completed!