"Love rival, just like senior brother, you and Zhang Tianfang?" Song Yunge said.

Feng Jin glared at him: "What nonsense!"

"...They are different, they are very complicated." Feng Jin shook his head and sighed: "Junior Sister Chen was originally in love with Junior Brother Sun, but Jiao Dongcheng wanted to take the love with him with a knife. If he failed, he became angry and killed Junior Brother Sun directly."

Song Yunge frowned and said nothing.

He was extremely despised as a guy who could not afford to lose, and his relationship between men and women was irrational and could not be forced.

Just like I treat Zhuo Xiaowan, no matter how I move forward, it is useless. Zhuo Xiaowan just can't cover the ice.

This is not because he is not handsome enough and his martial arts skills are not high enough, but because he is extremely mysterious. Without this feeling, it would be useless for him to sacrifice himself to save Zhuo Xiaowan several times.

"Forget it, I'll go back to sleep, I'll wake up as soon as I wake up." Feng Jin put down the teacup and stood up and was about to leave.

Song Yunge said: "Then Jiao Dongcheng is locked up?"

"This is naturally locked in the Qinglong Guard!"

"You must be careful to guard it. You must send our own disciples to guard it, otherwise you will be unable to explain it at least."

Before the law enforcement halls of the six major sects came, Jiao Dongcheng could not die, otherwise he would be unable to explain it clearly.

"This is natural." Feng Jin waved his hand and walked away with big strides.

Song Yunge knew that he felt sad when the rabbit died and the fox died.

He was inevitably like this, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't fall into Tianmei's hands, but instead fell into a plot against his friend.

This is too unfair and aggrieved, no wonder it is so resentful.

The next evening, he was practicing swordsmanship. Feng Jin suddenly bumped into it and said with a gloomy face: "Junior brother, Jiao Dongcheng is dead!"

Song Yunge frowned: "Diet in Qinglong Guard?"

"Yes,...it seems to be done by our Tianyue Sword Technique. You go and take a look!"

Song Yunge returned the sword and returned to the sheath, changed into a vermilion robe, and followed Feng Jin to a long mansion in Qinglong Guard.

This palace is very grand. There are two young men standing solemnly at the door, staring coldly at the people coming and going.

Feng Jin light jaw head.

The eyes of the two young men were circulating on Song Yunge's face.

"Song Yunge, my junior brother." Feng Jin introduced: "Go in and take a look, isn't it okay?"

"Please!" The two young men stretched out their hands.

The others have heard of Song Yunge's name, but they have never seen it, and their eyes are full of curiosity.

Song Yunge hugged his fist, and as Feng Jin entered the mansion, turned the screen and saw that there were already a group of people standing outside the hall.

Feng Jin whispered: "It's all from Yuntian Palace."

Song Yunge said: "What are they doing?...Don't they want to take revenge?"

"It must be revenge." Feng Jin nodded: "It is different from being killed by the six sects of covenants."

Song Yunge snorted lightly, and followed Feng Jin forward, but was blocked from the way.

"From Tianyue Mountain, you are not welcome here!" A thin and vigorous young man said in a deep voice.

Feng Jin frowned and said, "Is this Yuntian Villa, and it is up to your Yuntian Palace to decide?"

"Are you seeing Junior Brother Jiao die?!" Lu Qin said coldly.

Feng Jin said: "It is said that it is our Tianyue's sword technique. I want to see if someone is making a fuss to provoke the war between our two sects!"

"...Come in." Lu Qin's sharp eyes flashed, and he hummed and took two steps back.

He also has this suspicion.

Everyone gave way.

Song Yunge and Feng Jin came up to the hall and saw Jiao Dongcheng, a handsome young man in the hall.

Jiao Dongcheng, who Song Yunge had seen before, was full of energy and arrogance, but now he was lying quietly on the ground motionless, as if he was sleeping soundly.

Feng Jin stepped forward to take a look at the location of his heart.

There was a light red mark on his heart. He used a sword, and he could tell it was a sword mark at a glance.

A sword pierces the heart and kills it.

The hall was empty, and all the disciples of Yuntian Palace were guarding outside, only Lu Qin, who came in with Feng Jin.

Lu Qin said coldly: "It's your Tianyue Sword Technique, right?"

Feng Jin remained silent.

This sword is the Kuai Sword Art.

It was obviously killed by the Sword Lord.

Based on cultivation, at least Sword Master can kill Jiao Dongcheng with one sword.

But Jiao Dongcheng died under the Kuaizai Sword Art, which is very unusual and there must be something strange.

Song Yunge glanced and remained silent.

He could see clearly that this was indeed caused by the Kuaizai Sword Art.

To outsiders, the sword injuries are almost the same, but to the eyes of sword masters like them, each sword is unique.

You can see the direction and power of this sword, which is approximately the sword style.

Song Yunge could infer that this was the third move of Kuaizai Sword Art.

Feng Jin glanced at him and nodded slightly.

The two left the hall.

"How?" Lu Qin said coldly: "Is it giving up this time? Is it done by your Tianyue Mountain sword technique?"

"It does look like it." Feng Jin frowned: "But it's strange... there is no need for us Tianyueshan disciples to kill him, anyway, he can't survive."

Under the alliance of the six sects, he could not escape his life, otherwise the alliance of the six sects would become a decoration and lose its majesty.

Lu Qin sneered: "Maybe I can't wait!"

"...We will go back to investigate and leave." Feng Jin turned around and walked out with his fists.

Song Yunge followed him out, then turned around and walked towards Tianyue Villa, with Feng Jin following closely behind.

Song Yunge entered Tianyue Villa, stopped in front of a small courtyard, and looked at Feng Jin.

"This is Junior Sister Chu's place." Feng Jin frowned: "It's Junior Sister Chu, right?"

Song Yunge said: "You will know when you go in."

Feng Jin knocked on the door gently: "Junior Sister Chu?"

"Senior Brother Feng." The gate of the courtyard opened "squeak", revealing a delicate figure and a charming face.

Song Yunge sighed and clasped his fists and said, "Senior Sister Chu, why bother with this!"

As soon as you see her, you can tell that it is her.

Chu Xiaoyun frowned and looked at the two of them.

Song Yunge looked around and whispered: "Senior Sister Chu, you should go back to the mountain right now!"

Feng Jin's face changed slightly, and he whispered: "It's Junior Sister Chu, you--?"

He suddenly realized that it was Jiao Dongcheng that Chu Xiaoyun killed.

Chu Xiaoyun smiled faintly: "I'm ready, I don't have to go back to the mountain."

Feng Jin suddenly realized.

Chu Xiaoyun is the Qinglong Guard. Although she was not the guardian last night, she was able to sneak in and kill Jiao Dongcheng through means.

Song Yunge said: "Is it worth paying Jiao Dongcheng's life?"

"I'll give this life back to Senior Brother Sun!" Chu Xiaoyun smiled calmly: "I can accompany him on the road to the underworld."

"Senior Brother Sun must not want you to be with you." Song Yunge said.

Chu Xiaoyun said: "I will make my own decision this time!"

Song Yunge looked at Feng Jin.

Feng Jin's face kept changing, and it was sunny and he snorted angrily: "Damn it!"

Chu Xiaoyun looked at him.

Feng Jin snorted: "If you are blindly impulsive, you don't think about Tianyue Mountain, or your fellow disciples!"

Chu Xiaoyun's eyes were low.

She really didn't think so much, nor could she think so much, she only thought about Senior Brother Sun.

"Junior Brother Song is right. You should go back to the mountain to avoid it, don't be fooled!... You have to pay your life? Their Yuntian Palace has one life for our Tianyue Mountain two lives? They can wake up in a laugh in their dreams!" Feng Jin snorted.

Song Yunge said: "Senior Sister Chu, which of our people in Daluo City will die at any time? When we came to Daluo City, we should have been prepared. This is fate!"

Chu Xiaoyun's bright eyes flashed, and her pale and cracked lips were pursed tightly.
Chapter completed!