An Zhilu always squinted her eyes slightly, staring at the middle-aged man like a hungry lone wolf.

He said coldly: "Who is the master behind you?"

The middle-aged man in black thought the fat man was quite interesting, and couldn't help but laugh jokingly, "It's all in this prosperous Tang Dynasty who finds ways to climb up, and each uses his own way. Does the master behind him need to care about a little person like you?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man in black felt something was wrong. His eyes suddenly swept into a ball of things and threw them towards him.

This thing was covered in soft cloth, and he didn't dare to knock out the spear just now. He reached out to hit it, but his body shook and rushed to one side, trying to avoid the bag of things directly.

A large bunch of lime immediately spilled in the afterimage behind him.

At the same time, he heard a loud shout, and An Zhilu, who was obviously seriously injured, jumped up and swung his sword directly to kill him.

"Just just now, he called the two companions to escape. The two companions actually went around an alley and threw the bag of lime powder over. Did he discuss it with the two of them in advance?"

The middle-aged man in black couldn't help but frowned slightly.

But he felt that this person was still very different from his cultivation level, so he was not nervous. With his right hand moving, a sword light had already swept up.

An Zhilu only felt that the man's sword light flashed like a shadow falling down. His hand sank, and he felt that the other party's sword body was already on his Mo Dao's sword.

when!

Before he could change his moves, a ball of sparks splashed, and a very terrifying force had already exploded on his sword.

His hands were so painful like countless fine needles piercing the mouth and palms of his hands, but at this moment a chill surged in his heart, but he seemed to feel no such pain.

A breath of death approaching made every trace of flesh and blood in his body instantly turn into a living creature, manic and restlessly squeezing out the power stored inside.

His Mo Dao seemed to be about to be shaken off, but at this moment, the power gushing out of his body instantly spread to the blade.

A roaring sound of a beast sounded low from his throat.

Modao continues to move forward!

The face of the middle-aged man in black still seemed very calm, and his pupils were still shining with a playful look.

This is not about underestimating the enemy, but about the confidence brought to him by the gap in the level of cultivation.

Facing this new and powerful Mo knife, when a beast-like roar sounded between An Zhilu's throat, he just spit out a word casually, "Broken!"

An extremely powerful true energy accompanied his breath and made a sound, and a strange stream of water surged out from his lungs, like a stream of water gushing on his sword.

His sword was originally gray like a gloomy wood, but at this time, dark black lines faintly revealed.

His sword vibrated wildly in an instant, and the sword energy expanded wildly, as if it had turned into a dark cloud.

when!

An Zhilu watched the dark cloud pressing on his sword, and then he saw his hands and fingers spread out as if they were uncontrollably.

The heavy Modao flew out of his hand like a light swallow.

It was not a dark cloud, but a mountain, a thunder that exploded on his sword!

Even while subconsciously retreating, An Zhilu saw his hands and ten fingers trembling constantly, and he felt the meridians in his body burst out constantly due to the collision of true qi.

He intuitively felt that the middle-aged man in black would chase him.

However, the middle-aged man in black seemed not interested in killing him, and he was not in a hurry.

Looking at the new blood stains oozing from the medicine cloth all over An Zhilu, the middle-aged man in black was behind him with a sword in his arms, looked at him faintly and smiled, saying, "You are a little interesting person. If you don't want to die, why don't you follow me?"

An Zhilu took a deep breath, but he didn't answer, but just spit out a mouthful of blood foam.

The middle-aged man in black frowned slightly. He was just a little interested in An Zhilu. His face gradually became cold. "I heard that Xu Tuibei has a young general, and it should be you. But what I am curious is, don't you know at all? No matter who appreciates you, you have a face like a Hu, how high can you climb in this prosperous era? The Tang Dynasty is the Tang Dynasty of all the Tang people, but not yours."

An Zhilu spit out a mouthful of blood again. The fresh blood stains from the medicine cloth on his body dyed his whole body red, but he still looked at the middle-aged man in black fiercely and said, "If you want to kill, kill, so much nonsense!"

The middle-aged man in black suddenly felt something was wrong.

For some reason, he always felt that this young fat man said this at such a time, which seemed a little different from before.

At this moment, his back arched slightly unconsciously, and the skin on his entire back tingled slightly.

He slowly turned around and saw a pile of dried mud bricks on one side of the brick kiln. At this time, a soldier wearing Hua Huaixian's personal armor came out in the shadow behind the pile of bricks.

The middle-aged man in black took a deep breath, and a bitter smile appeared on his face, which had already become cold.

"Before you came out of the county magistrate's mansion to the Chenghuang Temple, you had already changed into this outfit. At that time, you had already thought of a countermeasure and wanted to kill me by yourself?"

He looked at the "soldier" who was walking silently and said slowly, his wry smile constantly amplifying.

The battle of Yuyang County is indeed very similar to the battle of Heishawa, which became famous in Green Eyes. All the generals in the world, all the people who studied military arts, and even the students in Chang'an Academy, did not study and deduce it repeatedly, and this middle-aged man in black was no exception.

After carefully scrutinizing the details of the Heishawa war, any general would repeatedly warn himself in his heart that if he had replaced himself to command the Tubo army, or in such a situation, he would never make the mistakes that Zan Zhuo had made again.

However, the middle-aged man in black suddenly realized that he had made the mistake of underestimating the enemy that Zan Zhuo made.

It turns out that with such an advantageous force, even the smartest person can easily think things simple and ignore the terrible struggle of his opponent.

Before this, every step Hua Huaixian took seemed to be in his calculations, and his normal direction failed.

However, who would have thought that when the county magistrate came out, Hua Huaixian had already changed clothes with his personal soldiers, and even their inner servants did not notice it.

When the capable practitioners under his command were staring at the City God Temple and were very sure that Hua Huaixian was in the City God Temple, the man had already arrived in front of him.

"I am showing my enemy as weak, but don't think too weak. It's not that easy to block me in one place to kill me." Hua Huaixian slowly walked towards the middle-aged man in black. He and An Zhilu blocked the middle-aged man in black in the middle, "But without Zhilu, I really didn't find you so soon."

The middle-aged man in black sighed, "According to the outside world's perception of you, you can firmly sit in Youzhou because of your reality and diligence, but now it seems that the outside world knows too little about you."

Hua Huaixian's personality is similar to the rumors. He doesn't like chatting, but just looks at the long sword in the hand of a middle-aged man in black with a gloomy face. He senses the afterglow of the sword just now. He said in a cold voice, "Are you a disciple of Baiyun Temple?"

The middle-aged man in black shook his head slowly, and a trace of unconcealed sadness appeared in his eyes, "It's just an abandoned disciple of Baiyun Temple."

Hua Huaixian nodded and said seriously: "Baiyun Temple is indeed extraordinary. It is just an abandoned disciple who was expelled from the master. He has such cultivation. If I am not wrong, your surname is Ouyang?"

The middle-aged man in black was stunned for a moment and said with a little regret, "No, I'm Ouyang Jianyuan. I didn't expect you to have heard my name."

Hua Huaixian looked at the middle-aged man in black and said, "In Chang'an, as long as the practice area has been more than his fellow practitioners, he is likely to stand out and become a talented practitioner of the eighth grade, and his reputation will easily be spread. What's more, the fact that you were expelled from Baiyun Temple is a bit special."

Hearing Hua Huaixian's previous words, the middle-aged man in black did not react in any special reaction, but when he heard the last words, he sneered, "Somewhat special?"

Hua Huaixian seemed not to hear his sarcasm, and just nodded, "Don't misunderstand, I just think that people like you are jealous of being with their fellow disciples because they like a junior sister, and being beaten and expelled from the master. There must be hidden inside."

The middle-aged man in black smiled, but his smile seemed a little dismal. "Some people were expelled from the sect because they liked their junior sister and their fellow disciples, some were cut off because they were sooner than the son of the sect leader's son, some were imprisoned because they fell in love with a prince's woman, and some were falsely accused of committing adultery with their sister-in-law and fled to the border. What's new in Chang'an? As long as those who are truly high-ranking people don't want you to achieve the eighth grade, you won't know what special reason you will leave Chang'an, or just throw away your cultivation or your head."

"A good man, even if the past is unbearable, he can start over again." Hua Huaixian said solemnly, "As long as you have a clear conscience, I don't care about the past."

The middle-aged man in black laughed again.

He bowed slowly and bowed seriously to Hua Huaixian.

It was not until this time that An Zhilu understood why Hua Huaixian said so much when he was not suitable for wasting time.

"I won't regret the path I chose." When the abandoned Baiyun Temple named Ouyang Jianyuan raised his body, there were many resolute lines on his face. He looked at Hua Huaixian deeply and said, "Even if you are willing to be my backer, your backer is still too small. What I want is those backers that can make the nobles in Chang'an pay the price. To be honest, I have always wanted to come to see me in the Depravity View. I really want to become a monk of the Depravity View. However, my qualifications may not be able to reach the eye of the Depravity View, so I can only practice with the Baiyun Temple over the years. But just because the Baiyun Temple's method is indeed exquisite, I can't find a more suitable method for me than Baiyun Temple outside. It does not mean that I have some fantasies about returning to Baiyun Temple or returning to your so-called right path."

Hua Huaixian also replied with a bow. He didn't say anything more, just drew his sword.

An Zhilu narrowed her eyes and took a few steps in an instant.

He didn't know how this abandoned disciple from Baiyun Temple would deal with it, but obviously in this situation, he was the best breakthrough.

However, the middle-aged man in black just glanced at him and smiled.

The smile contains contempt.

An Zhilu took a deep breath and he reacted.

Ouyang Jianyuan is very proud of this.

After being expelled from Baiyun Temple with pride, he no longer wanted to return to Chang'an by begging for mercy.

Even though Hua Huaixian was far smarter than he thought, he was still proud at this time.

His plan today remains unchanged.

He came here to kill Hua Huaixian. Now Hua Huaixian is in front of him, where does he have interest in others?

...

Ouyang Jianyuan flew up.

The sword in his hand also left his palm and finger strangely, flew up, and kept a distance of several feet from his five fingers of his right hand.

The true energy flowing out of his hand turned into dark clouds, gently falling on the long sword flying in front of him.

The air around him was restlessly turbulent, suddenly becoming violent and making a sound of cracking silk.

The intention is before the sword.

The sword expresses the meaning in my heart.

The sword intent of Baiyunguan is mostly ethereal and elegant, but at this time Ouyang Jianyuan's sword intent is extremely violent.

He was like he was going to vent all his grievances and dissatisfaction with Chang'an in this sword.

Hua Huaixian's face is like black iron.

He refused to give in.

Facing such a sword, he just exhaled and called out and greeted him with one sword.

If you don't listen, kill me.
To be continued...