[Sword Three] Chiyu

The entire martial arts world would not have imagined that in just a few days, the vitality of the three sects would be seriously injured.

Between the ambush and the anti-ambush, Mingjiao obviously won.Countless Mingjiao disciples were released from the invisible state, disarmed, and got close, and the Tang family disciples were completely powerless to fight back.And the confrontation between the Beggar Gang and the Mingjiao is obviously a fight to the detriment of both sides.

Tang Xiaoyu looked down at the strife on the ground, the scorching sun cut and the red sun wheel burned her eyes one after another; the hyperactive dragon regretted it, and the flying dragon's continuous rush in the sky caused huge waves, and her ears were buzzing intuitively.His eyes were dazzled for a moment, he didn't know whether it was snow or blood that splashed out of the fist that was struck out by his profound internal strength.

Kaya, I have learned how sharp and perfect your Mingjiao scimitar is.I wish you hadn't come.

There was a wry smile on the corner of her mouth, she landed, bent down, picked up the crossbow of the same door that had been sacrificed long ago, and pulled it away.

Tang Xiaoyu hasn't touched a crossbow for a long time, but her body's instinctive reaction has quickly made her make familiar movements, and the blue-green light suddenly appeared, chasing three thousand lives——

Someone is approaching.

She held up the crossbow and pointed at the person in front of her without hesitation, raised her chin slightly, and after seeing the person carefully, she loosened her hand holding the crossbow and said, "It's you. Where is the white tiger?"

His face darkened, and he said in a painful voice: "She sacrificed."

Tang Xiaoyu smiled strangely on the lower half of her face that was not covered by the mask, and she slowly backed away step by step calmly.The white tiger died.Xuanwu, she just saw his dead body.

Green dragon on the left, white tiger on the right, Suzaku in the front and Xuanwu in the back.This is the normal configuration of an anti-intermediary team.Among the four, only Tang Xiaoyu didn't use the Thousand Receiver, that is to say, she should be the most disadvantaged one in the face of Mingjiao.However, in the end, can she live alone?Oh, what a joke!

The thousand receivers were slowly turning, and the steel strings collided, making a small sharp sound—"Okay, then you too, go to die, Qinglong."

Tang Xiaoyu slowly closed his eyes, why is the Duopo Banner called Duopo Banner?Because it cannot be taken back—

Among the four of them, only Qinglong and Baihu have flares in their hands. Now that Baihu is dead, if the traitor is really among them, then only Qinglong is left.And Tang Xiaoyu never wanted to doubt her companions, but she also knew her companions, but they all came from the darkest places, with ghost faces and cold hearts, and the squads were always formed temporarily. How can we talk about being sad?Apparently, he had played it—and forgot their nature as villains—

On the other hand, it is the root of the Tang Sect, the root that has not seen the sun all day long, but now the Tang Sect is slowly rotting from the root——

She casually threw away the thousand receivers in her hand, and drew out the dagger again.

Ever since her master disappeared, there was no fellow disciple, enemy, or corpse in the battlefield that she could trust.

Numbly rushing towards the enemy, drawing bloodstains representing death on their necks, she is Tang Xiaoyu, the Tang Xiaoyu who is not afraid of death but extremely afraid of pain, who forgot to be invisible during the fighting on the battlefield.

For three full days, Maple Valley was covered in blood.

In the end, the Mingjiao was beaten back to the remote Longmen, while the Beggar Gang and the Tangmen were completely defeated.

pain--

If it is said that Tang Xiaoyu may not be sensitive to other feelings, but she is born afraid of pain, no, she cannot be said to be born, because everyone should feel pain.Those who say that "the more you hurt, the more numb you will be" are fucking bullshit.

Tang Xiaoyu woke up from the pain.She also couldn't remember when she fell down.

He opened his eyes and closed them quickly, where is she?The sky is gloomy, is she still in Maple Valley?not like.Surrounded by bare cliffs, broken walls and ruins, gray crows flew around, stopping from time to time on the dead branches and whining.

Fuck, why does it look more and more like the Valley of the Wicked!She is a powerful alliance, whoever will make trouble with her and throw her into the Valley of the Wicked, it would be better to let her die on the battlefield to fend for herself.

Tang Xiaoyu sat up suddenly, and pulled the wound on her body by the way. She let out a cry, and her eyes turned red instantly.It really hurts.

"Don't move. I just bandaged you up." The boy said lightly, sitting sideways on the cliff to watch the movement, and reminded Xiaoyu aloud when he saw Xiaoyu woke up.

Xiao Yu blinked at the boy he hadn't seen for several months, raised his eyebrows in surprise, then thought of what he had done, and complained instantly: "Master——"

"Um?"

Take a deep breath. "I belong to the Haoqi League."

Mo Yu glanced at her and said, "I know. That's why I didn't bring you in. This is the outskirts of the Valley of the Wicked."

You, you, you still want to bring her in?The guards would literally tear her to pieces.

Tang Xiaoyu briefly checked the injuries on his body. Except for a deep knife wound on his shoulder, the rest were minor scratches. Fortunately, no internal organs were injured.

"What's going on?" He stared at her for a moment.

"Don't ask this first, let me ask you, how did you find me? You won't—you've been staying in Maple Valley since the last time we met."

The young man remained silent stubbornly.

Tang Xiaoyu rubbed the center of his brows, and then asked, "Why, now old man Wang is taking care of you and ordering you to stay in the Valley of the Wicked?"

When Wang Yifeng was mentioned, Mo Yu frowned fiercely, and turned his face to the side.Just when Tang Xiaoyu thought he would never talk to her again——

"I'm not in Fenghua Valley. It was a Tang Sect of the Wicked who brought you to me. He also asked me to tell you that after the Battle of Fenghua Valley, there was an extra evil beggar named Shen Mianfeng in the Wicked Valley."

The Tang Gate of the Valley of the Wicked——

It's Tang Yuan!Did he want to tell her that the traitor of the beggar gang is Shen Mianfeng?What else does he know!He even knew that she knew Master Shaogu!

From the very beginning when he told her to be careful of Tang Aotian, Tang Yuan gave her the feeling that he lived outside of them—seeing everything, knowing everything, and controlling everything.

Maybe, he will know about Master.

The Valley of the Wicked is not a place for her to stay for a long time, she rested for two or three days, and planned to return to the sect when her injuries recovered.I don't know this disastrous defeat——what kind of situation is the Tang Sect——

This time Tang Xiaoyu didn't choose to fly away with big wings, and Mo Yu didn't act arrogantly as usual, but sent her all the way to the gate of the Valley of the Wicked.

"Why, are you worried that I will be beaten to death by the guards of the Valley of the Wicked?"

Tang Xiaoyu put on his mask, raised his head and grinned at the blue sky in the Valley of the Wicked.

She knew what Mo Yu wanted to know.

"Maomao is very good. He has learned a lot from Xie Yuan. You just follow old man Wang, he treats you well." She raised her hand and twirled the tassels hanging from her ears, and said, "Wait until I deal with the Tang family's affairs." I'll find a way for you when it's over, dear."

Mo Yu's expression was very complicated for a while, but in the end he chose the usual method of dealing with Tang Xiaoyu who was rarely serious, crossed his arms, and turned around.

"Don't let me see you in the Valley of the Wicked again."

She snapped her fingers: "Yes, master~"

Thinking of those classmates in Fenghua Valley who were too late to bury and the blue feather flowers who were too late to be coffined, Tang Xiaoyu felt that she was really in pain and burst into tears.

Blood-stained willow catkins compete for exaggeration, and fight in the setting sun and evening mist.

There are also those beggar gang children who have been at ease for a lifetime with wine pots in their hands. I am afraid that the peach blossoms in Junshan will never wait until they are in full bloom.Tang Xiaoyu didn't know that the blood-transforming dart she had given away many years ago was also buried in Fenghua Valley forever.

The flying dragon is in the sky, and the fish is leaping in the abyss.

Very well said.