039 Li Chengcheng's decision

"Okay, okay. He is your younger brother, but not my younger brother. I am an outsider to you. I, an outsider, will kill that boy today. Your position must not be given to him. Li Chengcheng looked like frosty. After saying coldly, he disappeared into the courtyard first.

Liang Yichen's expression changed greatly and shouted, "Li Chengcheng, stop." The next moment has caught up.

Yang Zifan was vivid in the changes during this period. He didn't expect things to be like this, and he couldn't figure out who the woman in white was and why he wanted to come here to hear these things. It is impossible for me to be the head of Bai Zhufeng.

Looking at the direction Li Chengcheng was going, I'm afraid he was looking for himself to go desperately. It seems that he can only pretend that he didn't know that he had a fight at this time. Thinking of this, he couldn't help smiling bitterly again.

The next moment also disappeared into the bamboo forest.

After the three disappeared one by one, a melod song came from the bamboo forest. In the song, the mysterious woman in white appeared outside the bamboo forest. She walked lightly and walked to the cracks cut out of the sky, bent down, like a green finger sliding gently on it, as if touching her beloved thing, the delicate shoulder Her arm trembled slightly in the rain. I don't know why she was.

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said that the Qingwei head in the purple bamboo courtyard was closing his eyes. Suddenly, he felt his eyelids jump randomly. He woke up and saw the white jade ring unique to the head of the Tianyuan School in his hand soar. In the glory, a dragon roar covered the thunder in the rainy night, and then an eight-footed yellow dragon rose from the ring and became golden. The brilliance illuminated the whole bamboo house.

After hovering in the room for a while, it suddenly rushed out of the door with another roar and ran to the west position of Tianyuan's faction. The pale face changed greatly, and the magic seal in his hand was pinched and followed.

The next moment has fallen into a small courtyard. There is a piece of white bamboo on the right side of the small courtyard. There is a stream flowing through the courtyard. It is exactly where Yang Zifan came before. The yellow dragon flew here, and its light turned into a five-foot sword. It was inserted into the ground with a thunderbolt on his body, and there seemed to be a dragon in the thunderlight. Swimming, a huge momentum shocked the raindrops in the sky to stagnate in mid-air and dare not drop a drop.

Qingwei real person looked around and said suspiciously, "Bai Zhufeng, Yuxuan Hall? Huang Longjian, what are you doing here?

This sword is the yellow dragon sword, the treasure of Tianyuan School.

Huanglong's sword body trembled, as if in response to the question of Qingwei's real person.

Qingwei listened attentively, and suddenly his face was ashes, and he said to himself, "Is it her? Is she back? In a hurry, he was at a loss and only heard the rain and the stream, but there was no trace of her.

The yellow dragon sword flew back to the white jade ring with a long roar, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He looked up at the sky and was dark.

Who was that man to make him so flustered?

In the sound of the rain, the figure of a small real person gradually faded away. Listening to Yuxuan, only Lin Baizhu swaying in the wind and did not know the world.

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"Yang Zifan, where are you? Come out."

In the small courtyard under the sword casting platform, Li Chengcheng's moon-white gown has been soaked by the rain, and his blue eyes are full of murder.

There is no light in the courtyard, and there is no answer from Yang Zifan.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and shouted, "If you don't come out, I will split this yard."

However, Yang Zifan is not in the courtyard at this time, so naturally no one will answer him.

At this time, Yang Zifan followed closely and appeared beside Li Chengcheng from another direction. Although he had heard the whole thing, he could only pretend not to know at this time and said, "Li Chengcheng?"

Li Chengcheng heard the sound and saw Yang Zifan coming down from the mountain road not far away. He stared and said, "Yang Zifan, don't blame me today!"

"What's wrong?" Yang Zifan could only smile bitterly in his heart, with doubtful eyes on his face and scratching his head by the way.

Li Chengcheng said coldly, "If you die today, I will burn more paper money for you, so that you can live a more comfortable life below. Don't blame me."

At this time, the drizzle gradually stopped.

"Why?" Yang Zifan only felt that he couldn't stand such a pretending, but he could only do so. Now he wants to blame the gentleman for being by his side, so that he doesn't have to keep the secret in his heart so painfully. He hates lying to himself, which is not himself. If the rain in the sky hadn't stopped, Li Chengcheng might have been able to hear Yang Zifan's voice trembling.

Li Chengcheng said with a sly look, "There is no reason, just because I don't like you." After saying that, before Yang Zifan could react, Kaitian had flashed out and split it in the air with Wanjun's momentum.

The axe has light, shining, cutting off the rain all the way, reflecting in the thunder, with its own pioneering momentum.

Yang Zifan lowered his eyes and buried the secret in the depths. He looked up, his eyes had become as solid as a rock, and said with a faint smile on his face, "I don't want to die."

The words just fell, and the blood blade had risen with a blood red sky and collided with Kaitian.

There was no sound, let alone splash of light, only one pair of eyes. Li Chengcheng's blue eyes flashed with a hesitation and quickly turned into resolute eyes. Yang Zifan smiled and had a fever in his eyes.

The axe body and blade dissipate with one touch.

Li Chengcheng raised his right hand, held Kaitian with his thin white fingers and said to Yang Zifan, "I only have one move with you, or you die, or I die, there is nothing else. It's easy to say if you're stupid. I'll be less sad if I die.

After saying that, his fingers gently touched the axe like a needle, pulling up a crisp sound of fine iron, like music floating in the ears.

"This axe is called Kaitian, and this move is called Qinqi. From the ninth chapter of Emperor Qin, you show your tricks!"

Yang Zifan shook his head and said, "I haven't learned any tricks."

Li Chengcheng said, "Then you can only die." After saying that, he held an axe in both hands and jumped up. The clear light on his body suddenly soared. Between breathing, with the movements of Li Chengcheng's hand, it turned into various ethereal music sounds, which made people sleepy.

Since fighting with others, Yang Zifan has never encountered such a fancy trick. Hearing such a beautiful movement in his ear, he was in a trance and was about to fall to the ground.

The music sound is extremely beautiful, but behind the music sound is a thorn-like Zhenyuan. Between breathing, it has been there, and there is a naive body behind it. The momentum can't be said that Yang Zifan, a weak teenager, if it were a huge mountain, I'm afraid it would be split in half.

At such a critical moment, Yang Zifan did not move. He still held his sword in a trance and looked at the falling huge axe.

Li Chengcheng looked at it and suddenly couldn't do it, but when he thought of Liang Yichen, his hand had a little more strength. The sky turned into a silver arc and resolutely fell down. He closed his eyes.

"Boom!"

"No!"

The huge impact sound was mixed with Liang Yichen's late shouting.