The narration system of Wuxia Journey

Three days later, at night.

The night was dark, and under the howling night wind, the lanterns hanging at the door of Mingjian Villa swayed left and right. The night wind rolled up the fallen leaves, and from time to time they turned around, which looked particularly desolate.

I don't know why, but the moonlight tonight seemed particularly solemn. The silvery moonlight fell on the empty streets, adding a bit of cold and lonely atmosphere.

Under the misty fog of the Jiangnan water town, a sedan chair with eight people carrying it ran silently on the solemn streets, heading towards Mingjian Villa.

The eight people carrying the sedan chair were wearing silver-white windbreakers, and their faces were covered by their hats. The eight silent people were like ghosts. They took a two-meter step and landed lightly, obviously with extraordinary martial arts.

In the dark red sedan chair, through the gauze curtain, you can see a tall and thin figure sitting in it, motionless.

The whistling night wind occasionally rolled up the gauze curtain, revealing an old, majestic, and cold face. The closed eyes blocked the owner's mood. The long gray hair fluttered, and the hair ends occasionally rolled up by the night wind looked unusually cold in the night.

On the left and right of the sedan, a man and a woman moved forward with the sedan.

The man was dressed like a Western lama, holding a black iron round wheel in his hand. The sharp gears reflected the silver-white murderous aura under the moonlight; the woman was dressed like a martial artist from the Central Plains, holding a long sword in her hand, and her phoenix eyes swept around, as if she regarded everything as an ant.

The two were indifferent and silent, and their footsteps were the same as the breathing frequency of the person in the sedan, and it was obvious that they had a close relationship.

After more than a dozen breaths, the sedan had arrived outside the gate of Mingjian Villa. The person in the sedan stretched out his right hand to lift the gauze curtain, opened his eyes, and revealed a pair of cold and ruthless eyes.

Without any movement, he floated out of the sedan chair and stood in front of Mingjian Villa. He waved his hand, and the eight people carrying the sedan chair turned around and disappeared in the early morning mist again, leaving only the man and the woman behind.

"Yi Yun! An old friend is coming to visit, don't you welcome him?" The visitor whispered to the empty gate.

The voice was low, but continuous, echoing through the gate and inside Mingjian Villa.

Silently, the gate of Mingjian Villa opened quietly, and the visitor uttered an unclear sneer, and then blew into Mingjian Villa like a gust of night wind, followed by two people behind him.

After the two entered, the gate closed again quietly, and no one knew that someone had been here just now.

………………

The visitor entered the gate, just closed his eyes for a moment, and seemed to have confirmed the direction, bypassed the corridors and pavilions of Mingjian Villa, and came to an octagonal pavilion on the back mountain of Mingjian Villa.

Under the dim lantern, Yi Yuchen sat on a stone bench in the corner pavilion, looking at the chess game on the stone table. Yi Yun sat in a wheelchair, holding a chess piece, frowning and hesitant.

Looking closely, the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard were densely packed, like sword moves, and a big dragon was almost cut off in the middle, the sword moves were stagnant, and the back hand was cut off.

At this time, Yi Yun suddenly felt something, threw the chess piece in his hand into the chess box, and looked at the moon gate, where a figure was hidden in the shadows.

"King Xiaoyao, after so many years, you are still as conceited, arrogant, and shameless as before!" Yi Yun mocked unceremoniously.

"Haha... Yi Yun, you are still as stupid as before." The newcomer walked out of the shadows and hit back bluntly, "When warriors fight, only victory and defeat are counted. Winning is winning, losing is losing. You have to fight for the right time, right place, and right people!"

King Xiaoyao looked at Yi Yun sitting in a wheelchair and sneered, "You are as stupid as that guy Shengseng. If you can learn Yijinjing, you may be able to recover from your injuries. Unfortunately, you have no chance!"

"Oh?" Yi Yun raised his eyebrows and said, "You killed the old monk!"

King Xiaoyao stood three feet away from him and nodded...

"Before coming to see you, I went to see him. Unfortunately, he was injured by my "Thunder Hand", and his meridians were cut off. His injuries have not recovered so far. He only fought with me for fifty rounds and went to the Western Paradise."

" You Central Plains martial artists are so good at keeping their own weapons. It's fine this way, only in this way can I defeat them one by one, integrate all schools, and reach a higher level! "

Yi Yun patted the wheelchair and said, "Are you so sure that it's not you who died today? Don't forget that I still have my grandson."

King Xiaoyao glanced at Yi Yuchen who was looking at the chessboard and said, "Of course I know! Jiangnan martial artists say that your grandson's martial arts is no less than yours! So I also brought helpers."

"The swordsmen trained by Mingjian Villa will naturally be dealt with by my dead soldiers. Although they are not as good as the swordsmen you trained, they can still be entangled."

Yi Yun snorted and said disdainfully, "Using the human wave tactic, you are still so shameless!"

King Xiaoyao did not answer, pointing to the two people behind him and said, "This isMy carefully trained disciples, Lightning and Thunder, are enough to deal with you, an old cripple! And your grandson, naturally, I will take care of him personally. "

Yi Yun patted the wheelchair, looked up and said: "In the battle that year, I was not defeated by you after all. So, today, I want to complete that unfinished duel!"

While speaking, he had already stood up from the wheelchair, and with a flick of his robe, a short sword fell into his hand.

"Oh! You have recovered!" King Xiaoyao said in surprise.

Yi Yun did not answer, but moved his footsteps, and a straight stab had already reached King Xiaoyao's chest. At the same time, Yi Yuchen waved his right hand, and the two chess pieces, like morning bells and evening drums, hit the chests of the two people behind King Xiaoyao with a "dong".

Lightning and Thunder had not yet reacted, and they felt a huge force pushing them to fly backwards. With a crackling sound, their sternums and internal organs were instantly shattered, and their eyes went black, and they were completely dead. Straight At this time, Yi Yun's sword reached Xiaoyao Wang's chest.

Xiaoyao Wang's face changed, but he had no time to retreat. He suddenly inhaled, and his chest collapsed two inches, avoiding the sword. At the same time, he clenched his hands, and two balls of true energy condensed instantly, hitting Yi Yun.

Yi Yun missed the move, and he pointed his toes, like a flying crane, and slashed two swords in the air. The two sword energies, one on the left and one on the right, killed Xiaoyao Wang's wrist. At the same time, he flew down from the air, and the sword pointed directly at Xiaoyao Wang's head.

Xiaoyao Wang clasped his hands together, A ball of Qi burst out from his palm, turning into a protective Qi that protected his whole body, allowing the sword Qi to chop him. At the same time, he pointed his right index finger, as fast as lightning, and joined the long sword in Yi Yun's hand.

With a humming sound, Xiaoyao Wang's fingers made a metallic sound, and a Qi ring burst out from the place where the two fought, blowing up the rockery outside the pavilion.

The two flew back three feet in the air, and the next moment they attacked at the same time, and their figures flashed, and they were already in front of each other, their palms and long swords were as fast as lightning, and the sword light and palm The seal filled the back mountain.

Yi Yun's sword was as fast as lightning, and each move was as domineering and fierce as if it was the will of heaven. The sword energy was crisscrossed, advancing without retreat; Xiaoyao Wang's fists, palms, and fingers were also as fast as thunder and as fierce as diamond. Each move carried a huge force, breaking bones and tendons at any time, either dead or injured.

Both of them used fast-fighting martial arts, and their fierce and domineering moves were like heavy artillery plowing the land, with a whistling buzzing sound, they blasted the back mountain into a scorched earth.