The young man stepped forward and clasped his fists and said, "The two heroes of Huashan Sect have been invited. I have offended them before, so please include them. My younger brother, the surname of Kunlun, is Lu and Qian. I don't know what the two heroes are called." He was a little older, but he called himself "little brother" and expressed his respect.

Li Yijie and Nangong Xue clasped their fists and returned the favor, and each had their names and names. Lu Qian introduced it to him. The man surnamed Yi was his master and the "Kunlun Twin Heroes". He was called Yi Zhengxiong. When he was young, he was extremely impulsive and irritable. He almost broke many tasks. He remained unchanged when he was old. The old man named Wen Zhengwu, and his martial arts and knowledge were first-class, and he was deeply admired by all junior brothers. When the Kunlun School recommended the head of the sect, half of his disciples recommended him to serve, but he was indifferent by nature and did not want to be too hindered, so he gave his junior brother He Zhengxian. The name of "Three Heroes of Kunlun" refers to the three of them. As for Lu Qian, he was just a young follower who traveled with his master, but he could never get a title. However, because of his greed and vain, he was happy to make mistakes whenever he mentioned this title, and never took the initiative to tell others.

At that moment, the five people walked out of the building and couldn't walk around a little while, and found a barb mark on a towering ancient tree, and the hook head pointed directly to the east. Li Yijie saw that the mark was engraved with finger power, and it was about an inch deep, so he couldn't help but secretly praised his profound skills. Lu Qian was even more proud and smiled and said, "Senior Brother Tan is a great disciple of this sect, and his internal skills are naturally extraordinary. He is the best at swordsmanship. He dances with a big sword, but he can't be regarded as a hero in the world. That's what he thinks is good!" Li Yijie knew that the man's martial arts was indeed very powerful, but when he talked about the invincible world, he was inevitably exaggerated. He just argued in person and smiled without saying a word.

Wen Zhengwu was worried that the horse was running quickly and if he missed the marks along the way, it would be more than worth the loss, so he ordered everyone to walk together. Every time he walked not far, he could see the marks on the trees and the direction was never changed.

The five people walked very fast. After a few days, the road became increasingly desolate. Weeds half a person tall were growing on both sides of the road. At night, they slept around the road for a few hours, leaving only one person to beware of it. During the day, Wen Zhengwu and Yi Zhengxiong were walking in the head, while Lu Qian walked in a row with Li Yijie and Nangong Xue. He loved martial arts and was deliberately talking about martial arts with the two. Nangong Xue picked some sword moves with the complex changes of the Huashan School, but in fact the power was very weak. However, this move was not enough to be used. Only after she said it, Lu Qian was not clear about it, and he said that the other party was very grateful. Although he was not good at character, he did not want to owe others kindness. It was just because he had limited qualifications. He had to explain the sword moves like Nangong Xue. It was difficult to do so. He could only recite the formula of Kunlun's internal skills to the two.

Li Yijie didn't care at first, but gradually listened deeply, and the more he listened, the more he became, the more strange he became. He had taught Master Linkong some superficial martial arts. The root of the matter is to "use softness to overcome hardness". In addition, the internal skills of Huashan that he learned when he was young, he was walking steadily. Today, he heard that Kunlun's internal skills were different. Practice was extremely clever, and he could see results quickly. However, over time, those who have firmly established their foundations were even better. Li Yijie thought to himself: "If I can extract the conciseness of the internal skills of the three schools, it would be of great benefit to my own cultivation."

But everything is easy to do, but it is extremely difficult to take action seriously. Furthermore, practicing internal skills is the most important thing. If you are not careful, you will be in trouble. When you are watching at night, you will understand Nangong Xue in detail, and you will often discuss it for a long time before you can reach a consensus. Li Yijie practiced this for a few days, but although he did not realize his skills were greatly improved, he was much lighter and he felt that the true energy in his dantian was full of, and he was very happy.

When he arrived at the open area this day, Wen Zhengwu suddenly felt suspicious and asked, "Nephew Lu, are the marks on the tree really left by Nephew Tan?" Lu Qianben was thinking about the changes in the sword moves, and he was unsolvable for a moment. Master Yu's question turned a deaf ear. Yi Zhengxiong's face darkened and shouted, "Qian'er, Master Guo asked you, why don't you answer?" Lu Qian was stunned and said, "Ah... Disciple... He didn't hear Master Guo's question when he was thinking about martial arts."

Yi Zhengxiong was very unhappy and said, "The way of martial arts is to teach you to respect teachers and respect etiquette. If you can't even cross the threshold, you will be exempted from talking later." Lu Qian turned red and bowed and said, "Yes." Wen Zhengwu advised, "Mr. Lu is not disturbed by external things. You should be focused. Junior brother should not blame him." After that, he repeated what he said just now, and Lu Qian said, "Return to Master, you must be wrong. Senior Brother Tan often contacts his disciples with this signal, so the disciple recognizes it the most clearly."

Wen Zhengwu nodded slightly and said, "That's strange. If you go on, you will be at Tongguan. There is the old subordinate of the King of Chuang and the Qing army fighting, but the Demon Cultivation has joined in the fun?" Lu Qian thought for a while and said, "I heard that the sand thieves who have caused trouble have surrendered to the Qing soldiers. It is known to everyone in the world that they have gone to the battlefield to attack Li Chuang recently. Could it be that the Demon Cultivation is such a lack of prospects, and have surrendered together?"

Wen Zhengwu pondered: "The Demon Sect and the Qing soldiers had no contact, they were just ambitious and wanted to dominate the martial arts world. Whoever became the emperor had nothing to do with them..." Yi Zhengxiong said: "The demons of the Demon Sect are full of tricks, so why not set up a suspicion array?" Wen Zhengwu said: "Yes, then let's go quickly! Don't teach Nephew Tan to capture the enemy's tricks!"

Li Yijie stared at a big tree by the roadside and said strangely: "Come and take a look." After everyone gathered, they raised their hand and pointed, and said seriously: "This marking method has not changed, but the markings are very shallow. Look at the number of bright red points, is it possible..." He just speculated and did not dare to speak all the words, but Nangong Xue was straightforward and said: "This is blood! You want to say that perhaps the senior brother Tan of Kunlun Sect was ambushed by the enemy here, and his energy was exhausted, right?" Li Yijie shook his head and said: "This is what you said, I didn't say it."

Nangong Xue was cursing with a wry smile. Suddenly, Lu Qian shouted "Oh", jumped into the grass, which was a distance from the road. His figure was infiltrated and was immediately covered by weeds and could not see it.

Yi Zhengxiong was afraid that something would happen to him, so he shouted, "Qian'er, can you hear me talking?" Lu Qian's voice responded, "Master, I'm fine." Then he jumped out of it and held a knife in his hand. The handle of the knife was made of black iron, and the blade was steel, which was extremely sharp. Nangong Xuesong breathed a sigh and said, "It's your good eyesight, but we don't use the knife, that's a pity..." Lu Qian's face turned gray and said, "No, this is my senior brother's love knife. He has never left his body, so how could he throw it in the grass at will? There are also blood on the handle of the knife!"

Seeing him looking confused and confused, Nangong Xue advised softly: "Senior brother is very skilled in martial arts. Maybe this blood was left by him slashing others. Or maybe he deliberately threw the weapons here to guide us..." Lu Qian glared and said: "You don't know my senior brother, how can you know his martial arts skills?" Nangong Xue was bored, thinking that this person was sarcastic and disgusted, and ignored him.

Lu Qian was at a loss and held the knife and shouted, "Master, you can tell if you have to think about it carefully. Senior Brother Tan and his disciples have a secret code, so why should you throw the knife to warn? Besides, this knife was given to you by your elders. Senior Brother couldn't put it down. He once said, 'The knife is in the hands of the person, and the knife is in the hands of the sword...'" When he talked about the last word "death", he held back and refused to say it.

When Yi Zhengxiong heard his words, he thought that this disciple Tan Lin was the most outstanding in this sect. When he first started his army in his early years, he subdued the flower-picking thief who had caused trouble to all directions. He then gave him a precious sword to him as a reward. At this moment, he was also uneasy, but he knew that he should not say many discouraged words to shake the morale of the army. He immediately waved his hand and smiled, "It's just a knife, and it must be done without any accuracy."

Lu Qian said anxiously: "But..." Yi Zhengxiong only shook his head and sighed. Li Yijie patted Lu Qian's shoulder a few times, trying to persuade him to be relieved, but suddenly he heard a woman screaming bitterly. The voice stopped as soon as it started, and there seemed to be infinite fear in his voice, which was the voice of Nangong Xue.

Li Yijie was shocked and said to himself: "If the Demon Sect is willing to come out and fight with a real sword and a spear, that's fine, but they are so elusive. If Xueer is poisoned, it will be a lifelong hatred!" He looked around and saw Nangong Xue's slender figure standing not far ahead, but he kept trembling and retreating step by step. He rushed forward quickly, but as soon as his hands touched her shoulder, Nangong Xue's body suddenly became soft and fell into his arms, and fainted.

Li Yijie called again and shook again. After a while, Nangong Xue woke up slowly and asked softly: "Is it... Senior Brother?" The voice was low and almost unheard. Li Yijie hurriedly said: "It's me, Xue'er, are you okay?" Nangong Xue suddenly stretched out her arms and wrapped her neck, her mouth flattened, and she cried out with a "wow" and sobbed: "Senior Brother... I... I'm so scared!"

Seeing that she seemed not hurt, Li Yijie felt a little relaxed, and said warmly to comfort her, and asked, "Xue'er, what did you see?" Nangong Xueyaguan had a slight fight again, and after a while, he said, "I'll take you to see." Holding his hand, Li Yijie felt that her palm was covered with sweat, and he seemed to be extremely frightened, so he held her hand hard, intending to comfort her.

After rushing a few steps, I suddenly saw dozens of corpses in front of me, all of them were disciples of Kunlun. Each of them threw their weapons into the pool of blood. It is not surprising that people in the martial arts world live a day of licking blood at the edge of a knife every day, but these dead bodies were cut into several pieces by people, and their broken limbs seemed to be shaking, their bodies and faces were covered with blood, and their eyes were wide open, showing their unwillingness.

Wen Zhengwu sighed, "I must have had a fierce battle here, but the demon disciples of the Demon Sect did not bury their bodies. I think they were secretly sending a demonstration to me. Alas, these disciples would rather die than surrender than die gloriously. They are all good disciples of Kunlun!" Lu Qian saw many dead bodies of different shapes, who were former brothers who were studying art in the past, but at this moment they were corpses on the road, and they couldn't help but feel sad and shed tears in a daze.

Li Yijie thought about the tragic situation of the family destruction in the Shadowless Villa, but he was afraid that the scene would be even worse, so he said hatefully: "The demon demons committed so many sins, we should ask for their blood debts and repay them!" Lu Qian clenched his fists tightly, but after a while, he let go.

Nangong Xue bit her lip and said, "Brother Lu, no one can be resurrected after death. You... don't be too sad, let's see if Brother Tan is in it first?" Yi Zhengxiong considered that Lu Qian was in a state of trouble, so he glanced at him. He was surprised and happy. He said, "No, Lin'er is not here." Lu Qian shouted, "Senior Brother Tan will never escape in the battle! He... he will not do that kind of thing!" Li Yijie said, "Where is Brother Lu saying that Brother Lu is not here? Since Master Yi said that Brother Tan is not here, it is unknown whether he is still in the world, and there is no intention to humiliate him. How could Brother Lu think so?"

Lu Qian's face turned red, and his heart was in a mess. He just thought: "Why do I think so? Why do I think so? Is that my true thought? Yes, even though he knows that it is a dead end, it is important for a real man to bend and stretch his life first, but how can he think of a way to leave?"
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