In the alley, a snow-white long sword named Zhishuang broke out of the carriage and floated in the sky.

There is a faint dazzling snow-white sword energy rising into the sky.

In the hospital, Rong Zhen, who was dying with his eyes closed, suddenly felt the sword energy at the tip of his nose disappear.

The pressure all over my body felt relieved, as if the overwhelming weight had been removed.

The girl in palace clothes suddenly opened her eyes, and the [Arc] in front of her disappeared.

The bronze fox-faced young man turned his head and looked at the vision outside the courtyard gate.

And from the corner of her eye, she saw that the snow-white sword energy outside the courtyard wall suddenly weakened, and turned into a blue light, faintly overshadowing its momentum.

That [arc] seems to be suppressing that touch of snow-white.

"you……"

Just as the icy girl in palace clothes started to speak, the bronze fox-faced young man suddenly turned around and grabbed her hand that was about to take off the mask.

Sword energy poured into her body, she groaned and vomited blood.

The bronze fox-faced young man raised his palm and slashed his neck diagonally.

Rong Zhen fainted and fell to the ground, lying on his side next to the unconscious little girl Guan who was seriously injured by her real name.

Ouyang Rong didn't help him, nor did he look at him.

His brows furrowed under his bronze mask as he stared outside the courtyard door.

Next to the carriage, [Arc] descended again, like a quarter moon returning to the sea level.

The sword energy emitted by the snow-white sword was suddenly suppressed.

At the steps of the small courtyard, the unconscious blue-robed head catcher suddenly jumped up. He first looked around the lower courtyard and was not surprised to see the unconscious Rong Zhennv Shi and the dead bodies lying on the ground. Then he turned around and ran out of the courtyard.

"Mingfu, I'm coming."

Yan Liulang, who was nearest, ran outside the courtyard gate.

Ouyang Rong controlled the tripod sword, and with Liulang's help, he tried to put the snow-white sword into the sword box.

Also returning to the sword box was an [Arc].

However, the two of them never expected that after the snow-white sword was pressed into the sword box, there was still a faint sword energy coming out of the gap.

The tightly sealed long sword box seemed to contain a luminous object at night. The snow-white light emitted from the gap was difficult to suppress.

"Mingfu, what should we do? Is this okay..." Yan Liulang turned around with a troubled expression.

Ouyang Rong also frowned.

There was something unusual about this Zhishuang today. It seems now that it was not just because the craftsman left the sword box and took a stick of incense and lost some control.

It's more like being activated by some kind of existence. Now that the craftsman has returned, the Mohist sword box can't suppress it. The sword energy is too strong.

"Bring it in with the sword box."

Ouyang Rong suddenly spoke.

Looking around, I felt an unpleasant feeling for no reason.

"This, why is it so heavy!"

Yan Liulang struggled to pick up the long wooden sword box that was filled with sword energy. Unable to lift the entire box, he turned around and asked urgently:

"Mingfu..."

At this moment, in the middle of a pile of dead bodies in the courtyard, the little girl in a red coat who had never spoken a word suddenly turned her head, looked northward with her innocent eyes for a moment, and said softly:

"Chang Shi Engong, it seems that a big sister has arrived."

Ouyang Rong did not take off his bronze mask, but she had already seen the truth clearly from the moment he entered the family.

"What big sister?"

Yan Liulang was curious and couldn't help but take a closer look at Huang Xuan's innocent eyes.

Huang Xuan withdrew her gaze and said crisply:

"That eldest sister has blond hair and is a bit menacing. The breath coming out of her is the same as the white light sword in your box..."

Blonde hair? Same sword energy?

Candle in the snow!

Ouyang Rong's scalp suddenly felt numb.

Why is this woman so haunted?

No wonder the snow-white sword looks like it has been injected with chicken blood.

It was actually Xuezhongzhu's sword. It was too close and was activated by induction.

If you think about it carefully, this is the sword with the real name of a top-grade swordsman who stands on the top of the world of Qi practitioners, so it is naturally quite mysterious.

As for why the lady Yunmeng appeared near Xunyang City.

He suddenly thought of the message that A Qing asked Magistrate Diao to send from Longcheng not long ago, saying that Xuezhongzhu passed by Longcheng and asked A Qing about his intentions again.

Looking at it now, this woman and her possible companions may have gone straight to Xunyang City in search of a sword and their lives, to avenge their past humiliation.

Ouyang Rong, who had just broken the formation and relaxed, took a deep breath.

This is not Dagushan, but Xunyang City. Not to mention the fact that there is no constant flow of the incense of the Lian Sect, fighting in the city will easily destroy the buildings of the poor people in Xingzifang and injure innocent people.

At present, the sword energy of the snow-white sword is soaring to the sky. The location of this small courtyard has been leaked. Xuezhongzhu will be there soon.

"Walk."

Ouyang Rong suddenly spoke.

Yan Liulang was curious: "Where to go?"

Huang Xuan knelt down and picked up the unconscious little girl in Confucian attire. She glanced at Chang Shi Engong with a worried expression. The blond elder sister who came menacingly in the distance obviously had a grudge against Chang Shi Engong. She wanted to say something.

Stop again.

It seems to be asking whether they can run away if the blond sister is so fast, if she takes them two burdens with her.

Without responding to Huang Xuan's worried gaze, Ouyang Rong turned his head and said to Yan Liulang:

"Put down the Zhishuang sword, bring in the sword case, clean up some traces of you and me in the yard, and leave the body alone..."

Yan Liulang couldn't help but glance at Ming Fu's calm face. He seemed to have found his backbone and took action immediately.

With a "click", the sword box opened by itself.

In the eyes of Ouyang Rong, Huang Xuan and other people with Qi training skills or spiritual eyes, the heavy snow-white sword Qi accumulated in the box tilted out, like a waterfall hanging upside down.

[Arc] With a swish, he left the box, spun around in the air, and returned to the courtyard.

At the same time, a snow-white long sword was abandoned by Yan Liulang beside the carriage, roughly clearing away the clues of Ouyang Rong and his hurried practice not long ago.

Huang Xuan's eyes remained unblinking as she stared nervously at the figure of a blond sister approaching rapidly in the distance.

Ouyang Rong put away the remaining poem red leaf, stuffed it into his sleeve, and quickly walked around the yard where the moon array was arranged under the pool, occasionally stopping to move the bodies in the way.

When passing by the place where he had put down the bowl of porridge, he paused slightly, squatted down again, and picked up a bowl of cold porridge with some of his blood stains in it.

He carried the porridge with one hand and returned to the center of the yard.

After a while, Yan Liulang returned to the courtyard with the sword box in his arms and came to Ouyang Rong's side.

"Put it on."

Yan Liulang looked curiously at the bronze mask Ouyang Rong took off his face and handed over.

After taking off the mirage mask, his tall and thin figure also changed, returning to his roughly frail appearance.

Ouyang Rong's face was pale, with residual blood still hanging from the corners of his mouth, and his back was no longer as straight and unshakable as when he took a stroll and walked into the courtyard as the "Master of the Butterfly Love Flower".

It's nothing like the banished immortal who was able to kill one person with one move not long ago... Huang Xuan couldn't help but look sideways.

After Yan Liulang took over the Mirage Mask, Ouyang Rong suddenly covered his right chest with his free left hand and coughed.

"Mingfu, are you okay with your injury?"

Yan Liulang saw the right chest area that Ouyang Rong was covering with force. The collar of the newly replaced Confucian shirt on the carriage not long ago was gradually stained with blood... The poems and red leaves in Mingfu's hands were all surprised by his glare.

, written with the blood stained on the injured chest.

Ouyang Rong shook his head, stretched out his hand to put on the mirage mask for Yan Liulang, who was full of concern and anxiety, and helped him change his body shape.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and turned over the sword box that Yan Liulang brought back.

With a "boom" sound, the box body hit the ground heavily, and he opened a compartment where the sword was hidden on the back of the sword box. He deliberately opened only a gap, which could only fit a girl's hand.

Looking through the gap, one can see the dazzling cold moonlight, as condensed as the mercury filled in a sword box, with a sword hilt vaguely exposed.

It is the moonlight sword that has not been seen for many days. It is unknown how long it has been kept in the Mohist sword box where the wind and energy are stored, and how much moonlight sword energy has been accumulated.

Huang Xuan suddenly noticed Ouyang Rong's gaze coming over.

"Wait a moment, as soon as she takes a step into the courtyard, you will immediately draw your sword, do you understand?"
To be continued...