Chapter 2 Li Yuehua

The wind outside the window slowly blew and melted the ashes into the air. Outside the window, Zhang Ziguang smiled coldly and said in his heart: It turned out that the elder of the Qingjian Pavilion was nothing more than this, killing a mortal and there was still such a big movement.

Sudderfully, his eyes were cold and a thick voice penetrated into his ears: "Guest outside the window, please come in."

While secretly scolding himself for being too careless and leaking his breath, he slowly entered the room and glanced at Lei Gang. He smiled and said, "I didn't expect Lei Gang's elder experience in Qingjian Pavilion to be so careless that it would take a lot of effort to kill a mortal."

Lei Gang's eyes twitched, his face was slightly cold, and he said coldly, "Who are you?" With that, when Zhang Ziguang was unprepared, his long sword stabbed out like a hole. Zhang Ziguang's expression was indifferent and was not deterred by this momentum at all. He looked at his right hand and his two fingers clamped the sudden sharp sword in his hand.

Lei Gang's face changed greatly, and the young man's move was greatly beyond his expectation. He secretly carried a true breath on his arm and wanted to regain the long sword. However, no matter how hard he tried, the tip of the sword was always sandwiched between his fingers by Zhang Ziguang and did not move at all.

With a crisp sound, Zhang Ziguang's wrist twisted, and the long sword broke in response. Lei Gang was stunned and stunned.

Zhang Ziguang clapped his hands gently and flew out across the window. The speed was so fast that it was difficult for Lei Gang to see clearly. The highly regarded elder of Qingjian Pavilion was standing stunned at this moment and did not find that his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

At this moment, Yunkong was waiting anxiously outside. Seeing Zhang Ziguang coming out, he hurried forward and asked, "Brother Zhang, how's it going?"

Zhang Ziguang glanced around and took Yunkong to a secluded place, and whispered the story. After hearing this, Yunkong sighed and said, "As expected, it was really related to the Qingjian Pavilion."

Zhang Ziguang narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "It seems that this trip to the East China Sea is not easy. Maybe something will happen in the future."

At this time, a burst of ** suddenly came from the street. A trace of surprise flashed across Yunkong's face and said in surprise, "Huh? Did something happen again?"

Zhang Ziguang pulled his sleeve and said, "Let's go and have a look!" With that, the two quickly came to the area where ** appeared and saw a group of men in gray walking on the road. Among the group, a man and a woman were talking and laughing and coming this way.

Zhang Ziguang's nerves tightened, and the shadow that had been lost countless times in the dream coincided with the person in front of him.

"Jiang Yuexia!" The cold voice was almost squeezed out of the teeth. The teeth bit their lips tightly, their fists clenched, and their nails were deeply trapped in the meat.

"Brother Zhang, calm down!" Yunkong saw Zhang Ziguang's expression, and hurriedly put his hand on his shoulder and whispered.

Zhang Ziguang's expression slowly restrained and was replaced by a kind of indifference, but the burning anger in his eyes could not be concealed.

He answered faintly and passed in the direction of the inn expressionlessly. Yunkong hurried to follow, but he was worried: If Zhang Ziguang met Jiang Yuexia again, I don't know what would happen?

On the earthy road, Zhang Ziguang walked quickly with no expression on his face, not caring about the clouds of bitter persuasion.

However, I don't know whether Jiang Yuexia's appearance made him in a trance, or whether he walked carelessly, and Zhang Ziguang was bumping down a passer-by.

He stopped, recovered slightly, and looked down. At this moment, he was stunned. Yunkong lost his mind and muttered, "Sister Lu?"

What he knocked down was a woman in white. She was not moved at all. With an indifferent face, she patted the dirt on her body, stood up and smiled sweetly at the two.

The clothes are like snow, people are like jade, and the breath of dust is faint, like a beautiful lily, blooming proudly, really like Lu Bingyan.

The woman in white saluted and said, "I'm sorry, I'm in the way of my little brother."

Zhang Ziguang and Yunkong came to their senses. If Lu Bingyan had been present, they would have stared at them coldly and then left angrily. They would never have been so polite. Immediately, Zhang Ziguang withdrew his thoughts and hugged their fists and said, "What did the girl say? I should have hit the girl."

"Hehe" The woman in white covered her mouth and smiled softly, and her laughter was as beautiful as a silver bell. She smiled and said, "I haven't heard anyone call me a girl for a long time." Zhang Ziguang and Yunkong found that although the person in front of her is very similar to Lu Bingyan, the mature and charming charm she has is by no means owned by Lu Bingyan. With an embarrassed smile, Zhang Ziguang apologized and said, "Ha ha, I'm really sorry for being reckless. I hope you can forgive me."

The woman in white waved her hand with a smile, and her eyes inadvertently glanced on Zhang Ziguang a few times, and suddenly became sharp.

Feeling that the other party's eyes were different, Zhang Ziguang quickly raised his head, but found that the woman in white was also looking at him, with her eyes meeting, as if something had moved in his heart.

Brush, a silver-white light screen appeared on the top of Zhang Ziguang's head, and suddenly dispersed, and countless sword shadows flew down.

In the face of this sudden blow, Zhang Ziguang was caught off guard. In a hurry, he hurriedly erected a dark blue light wall in front of him, but the silver-white sword shadow was like a sharp blade and chopped tofu, instantly breaking Zhang Ziguang's defense.

Zhang Ziguang's face changed greatly. He only saw such fierce attacks when fighting with the Mythical Beast of Demons. He never expected that he would encounter such a strong enemy on the streets of a city recently.

"Where on earth have we offended our predecessors? I hope you can point out." Yunkong said while manipulating the sword to attack his opponent.

The woman in white ignored it. With a wave of one hand, Yunkong's sword spirit instantly disappeared and wiped the sweat on her forehead. Yunkong looked at the silver-white sword shadow that was about to pierce Zhang Ziguang's body, and a sense of powerlessness surged up in his heart.

At this time, the streets, including Jiang Yuexia and Ma Yu, had felt this vast energy and walked this way, but halfway, an extremely powerful breath suddenly blocked them, making them unable to move forward at all.

"Why is there such a master in this small city? Is it an eight-legged monster?" Jiang Yuexia guessed in her heart. She didn't expect that Zhang Ziguang was experiencing the test of life and death at this moment.

The silver-white sword shadow was fiercely split, facing Zhang Ziguang's eyebrows, and suddenly-

The golden light surrounded him and rose up. On the track where the sword shadow fell, a golden air mask was erected.

Boom! The two vast energies collided with each other, and the energy was centered on it and spread far away. Zhang Ziguang, who had just escaped from danger, gasped and stared at the fairy-like beauty in front of him.

"Automatic defense is indeed Zhang's skill!" She whispered. Suddenly, she looked at Zhang Ziguang and asked, "Little guy, what's your name and which school do you come from?"

Zhang Ziguang was already a little afraid at this time, and said, "Jianfeng faction, Zhang Ziguang, I don't know why you offended your predecessors?"

The woman in white smiled faintly and said, "Well, the skills of the Jianfeng School and the Jianfeng School, why has been changed to this?"

Hearing this, Zhang Ziguang's face changed wildly, staring at the person in front of him, as if with an incurable anger.

The woman in white ignored his angry expression. While playing with a piece of green silk in her hand, she casually said, "Little guy, your Zhang's skills have just started."

Hearing the words, Zhang Ziguang's face twitched fiercely, and a coldness appeared in his heart, secretly carrying a true air in the palm of his hand.

"Do you want to sneak attack?" The woman in white giggled and said.

Zhang Ziguang's face changed again, and he had to slowly withdraw his true qi, but the expression on his face was still cold and stubborn, without any submission. What on earth does the senior want?" He asked coldly.

"I just want to test your strength." The woman in white smiled, her voice gradually became erratic, and she disappeared from the sight of the two.

"Who is this person? Do you know?" Zhang Ziguang frowned and asked Yunkong.

Yunkong thought for a long time and scratched the back of his head helplessly. Suddenly, he took a deep breath, settled down and said, "I seem to have seen this person's portrait!"

Zhang Ziguang's body suddenly tightened and looked curiously. Looking at Yunkong, Yunkong adjusted his breathing again. He also felt a little disbelief on his face and hesitated for a moment, but still said, "This man is very much like a predecessor of your sword front school, Li Yuehua!"

End of this chapter

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