Chapter 93 Conspiracy

The four eyes are facing each other, and the deep murderous intention stirs between the graceful body. The fragrant butterfly gathers and disperses, like smoke and fog. The rustling sound of countless fragrant butterflies flapping their wings converges into a horrible melody, making people's scalp tingling. The fairy who was as a god appeared in front of him in such a posture. He Zhongyi and Bai Lang could hardly lift the courage to fight, and their bodies involuntarily shrank back and almost stuck to the carriage.

They actually worry too much. Die Shumeng's murderous spirit was by no means aimed at them. There was only one person in her eyes from beginning to end, only the jade fairy who pressed the hilt of the sword and blue silk shirt to hunt. This battle will only be a matter between the two of them, and no one can intervene.

Yu Hanyan has not drawn his sword for a long time. The butterfly cloud in front of her reflected the colorful light spots in her eyes, as if interpreting a mysterious sky. And the trajectory of any butterfly can't escape her eyes. In the eyes of ordinary people, the gorgeous and dazzling butterfly array exposed all the mysteries in her casual glance alone. Before the illusion that can capture the traces of all things and transform the mysteries of all things, these are not afraid at all, so where did Die Shumeng have the courage to compete with her?

Their reputation is similar, and their cultivation is also between them. It is only because of the mutual restraint of their skills that Yu Hanyan will have the confidence to win. But she will never relax because of this self-confidence, because she deeply understands that the woman in white in front of her can be regarded as another self. Only she knows how much backhand she has prepared.

Qin Yan moved gently and heard Yu Hanyan say, "Brother, you guard the two ladies and beware of sneak attacks. This butterfly fairy, just give it to my family!"

He stopped the situation and suddenly felt a cold wind passing behind him. He turned around and saw that next to the gravel road, there was an old man in a gray robe, holding a dagger and casting a gloomy look at him. Seeing his face, Qin Yan vaguely remembered that this person had participated in the assassination of Lin Muyao in Biye City, and he was the only one who escaped among several killers. He should be the middle and high-level figure of "Tianwai Loulan", with an extraordinary "eternal flow".

However, if you bump into Master Ben's hand, you can only be blamed for your bad luck...

"Brother Bai, borrow a sword." Qin Yan said something, but his hand movements were rude. Bai Lang didn't have time to react. He saw a flower in front of him, and the light wind blew by his ear. When he came to his senses, he found that the long sword behind him had reached Qin Yan's hand. Bai Lang opened his mouth and closed it again.

'It's so fast——'

The scene just now was played back in his mind over and over again, but no matter how many times he repeated it, he could not see the scene when the hand stretched out, as if it was just a momentary action, completely jumping out of the boundary of time and space. Although it was just a grasp, it was perfect regardless of angle and tricks. Bai Lang has deeply understood that he has no power to resist in front of such figures. His body began to tremble slightly, which was not shame, but excitement and excitement.

'If I can go to Jiulong Peak and follow him and learn such martial arts skills... No matter what I want, I will do it!'

Qin Yan gently wiped the blade with his left finger, and then waved it casually. The cold streamer turned in his wrist, and the flowers flashed. Like a late autumn water, the waves reflected his countless broken reflections. A little try, he stabbed dozens of sword flowers, which made He Zhongyi and Bai Lang dizzy, but he shook his head. Neither the feel nor the degree of toughness can satisfy him. Last time he also robbed the sword of Bailang. Although it was destroyed in the battle with He Bofan, the feeling still made him deeply nostalgic. Of course, there may also be a reason for the loss of the spiritual power of imperial art. If you use this sword against the enemy, you always feel a little uncomfortable.

His action fell into the eyes of the old man in gray, but his footsteps stagnated. The old man in gray robe narrowed his eyes, smiled gloomily and said, "Kid, you are very good. If you are smart, get out of here, and I can save your life!"

Qin Yan blew a breath on the body of the sword and wiped it with his two fingers. Hearing the other party's words, he couldn't help laughing: "Brother, I remember that you didn't even take a move last time. How dare you say such a big word to me?"

He laughed, but he did not relax his vigilance in his heart. If the old man in gray robe was really so incompetent, Die Shumeng would not rely on him. Since you dare to praise the mouth, you must also have something to rely on. Just let me see if the legendary "Evelore Flow" is really as sharp as people's word of mouth!

At this moment, the curtain suddenly opened, and Mu Chengxue's head stretched out and looked at Die Shumeng, with a disappointed and sad look on his face. He opened his mouth and said, "Sister Die, why is it you?"

Die Shumeng's eyes turned gently, and the expression under the veil was blurred, but she must have piled up a hypocritical smile. She replied in an elegant and beautiful voice, "I was ordered by Uncle He to escort you and Yaoer's sister back to the Cangliu Hall. Sister Yaoer is now the only bloodline of the Lin family, and no mistakes are allowed, so I caught up with her myself. Sister Xueer, if you still believe in your sister, come to your side with Sister Yaoer. I will take you back to the Cangliu Hall. If anyone blocks it, even if I risk my life, I will protect you.

"But..." Mu Chengxue hesitated and said, "Lin Ge has already ordered Sister Yu and Mr. Qin to take us to Jiulongfeng..."

"My sister Xueer, you probably don't know yet. This Mr. Qin beside you is the proud disciple of the mother-in-law. Today, the demon besieged Qingweiju, and there must be a credit for him, isn't it, Mr. Qin?"

Qin Yan replied coldly, "Nonsense, this kind of clumsy lie is almost used to deceive ignorant girls..."

Mu Chengxue also said, "Sister Die's words are too strange!"

Look! Even the ignorant girl doesn't believe you, butterfly fairy!

I heard Lin Muyao's slightly hoarse voice in the carriage: "Sister Die, you will appear here. There should be other plans, right? Are the days you left before the birthday banquet also related to the evil faction?

After experiencing the tragedy of family destruction, what Miss Lin thought was indeed much deeper. This question pointed directly to the point, which made Die Shumeng's eyes change. A secret shadow flashed in her eyes, snorted and replied with her head high, "Sister Yaoer, it is because I know the identity of Mr. Qin and worry about your safety that I have been here all the way!" If you don't believe me, you can directly ask Mr. Qin. If he is not a disciple of the devil, he can make an oath. If he dares to swear, I will immediately turn around and leave, and there is nothing more to say!"