Blue Sky Gate (3)

Well, the patriarch of the Mo family is also the father-in-law of the mo family village lord, that is, the white cloud messenger Zi Chuanyun, Mo Youxue has a trembling heart and trembles and trembles: Xian son-in-law, no, Zi Chuan..., ah, I still call you Li Qing, this old man who has never walked out of the mountain has obviously not returned from the shock just now, but he is a father, he is Mo Xiujia's father, Father's love is like a mountain, let him think flawlessly, he has no right to fear that the person in front of him was once a martial arts demon who killed people without blinking an eye, and he only knew that this person was the husband of his precious daughter, the father of his lovely grandson, and the person who shared his own honor and humiliation!

Mo Youxue asked eagerly: What are Li Qing, Xiujia and the child doing now? Are they in danger? Are you going to take them? Hey, Zi Chuanyun's slightly sad eyes looked at him, and the confidence he had just tried to condense in his heart was shattered, yes, what about the mother and the child? They have all been targeted by the blue sky gate, Zi Chuan Yun feels that he is very powerless now, it is he who has put them in a dangerous situation anytime and anywhere, if he can choose, if he can start all over again, he will never choose to marry and have children to avoid harming others, if he now ends his own life in exchange for the peace of her mother and son, he will not hesitate to kill himself, but now he Zi Chuan Yun even if he dies ten thousand times, it will not help, Zi Chuan Yun, Zi Chuan Yun, you are a harmful spirit, you should go to hell, he cursed himself in his heart! But at this moment, he is the heaven of Mojiazhuang, the god in the hearts of everyone, and he cannot show the slightest weakness, he can only say in a firm tone: Rest assured, Your Father-in-law, after tomorrow's war, I will take them far away and fly high to a place where no one knows us to live well, and I will take good care of them! As for you, I believe that the people of the Blue Sky Gate will not embarrass you after I leave, speaking of this, Zi Chuan Yun's heart is too weak to say it, and he does not dare to look at Mo Youxue and a pair of eyes with expectations, you must know that the Blue Sky Gate is cruel and bloodthirsty and known for its cruelty, if you can't catch yourself, will it slaughter the village, he really does not dare to imagine it!

At this moment, Mo Xiujia, who had been silent and had not yet recovered from the chaos, had a blank mind: Let's go into the house and talk again! The group returned to the house, although there were a thousand words but did not know where to start, Xiao Li Bai was too young to be overly frightened and cried non-stop, and everyone could only keep comforting him to play with him! Are you sure you'll win tomorrow? Mo Xiujia asked Zi Chuanyun with a solemn face, and Zi Chuanyun pondered for a while: I think the best result is that I successfully killed him at the cost of being seriously injured, but in case, before the words were finished, Mo Xiujia covered his mouth, no case, I don't allow you to have a case, you will be fine, she stopped for a moment: Cloud, why don't we take Bai Er away and fly far away to avoid the Blue Sky Gate now? Shall we go to the Lord of the Blue Sky Gate and beg him to spare us? After all, he is your master, and he won't really want to kill you! Xiujia, you have not seen my master, you will not understand how cold-blooded he is, the Blue Sky Gate will never forgive those who have betrayed it, if we go to throw ourselves into the net now, we will be stoned by the Blue Sky Gate according to the door rules of a person who is guilty of a family seat! What is stoning? Mo Xiujia asked curiously? Zi Chuanyun inhaled a cool breath: "It is to be killed alive with a stone after being abolished by the master to destroy the martial arts!" From the day I escaped from the Blue Sky Gate, I knew that I would never look back, and I didn't want to go back, that kind of life was not what I wanted! As for the inevitable battle of tomorrow, I have promised my brother and master a duel, how can I say that I have no faith? Moreover, in the dark of the day, we can't go out of the road for a night, rather than humiliatingly dodging to give people the impression of cowardice, it is better to fight with honor and integrity, rather than stand and die, never kneel to live, if not the enemy, we can only admit our fate, because some things in life are unavoidable!

At dusk, the sunset is setting in the west, the breeze is light, the sun is like blood, by the freshwater lake, in front of the poplar trees, the yellow-clad man stands here alone for an unknown amount of time, like a thousand-year-old iceberg, like a wooden man, not moving, but there is a strong killing intent on the body, which makes people dare not despise it!

Feeling the gaze of a pair of hot eyes behind you, you came, the head of the yellow-clad man did not return to the faint road, well, ZiChuanyun also responded faintly: Master brother slept well last night? I'm fine, are you ready? After saying that, Zhang Tianai, the cold-blooded messenger of the yellow-clad man, had his right hand on the hilt of the sword around his waist, ready to strike out that earth-shattering sword at any time! Just at the moment when this is about to erupt, Master Brother, can you listen to the little brother say two sentences, Zi Chuanyun opened his mouth in an unhurried tone, Zhang Tianai was slightly stunned, you say! Zichuan Yunyizheng said in words: Under the banner of robbing the rich and helping the poor, the Blue Sky Gate holds the strong and bully the weak, plunders women, rapes women, and does no evil, which has aroused the common indignation of people and gods, and will inevitably cause the various gate factions of the martial forest to rise up and attack and even encircle and suppress the imperial court, and it will be overthrown sooner or later! How could Master Brother help him to burn himself in the fire and become infamous? Why not go with your little brother and go away in anonymity and no longer meddle in the affairs of the jianghu? The cold-blooded messenger slowly turned back and laughed bitterly: Ah Yun, I also want to return to the hidden mountain forest as soon as possible and no longer live on the blade, no longer pay attention to your treachery and deceit in the rivers and lakes, but it is a pity that people in the rivers and lakes can't help themselves, the rivers and lakes are a road of no return, and there is no way back from the road of embarking on the rivers and lakes! After a pause, the cold-blooded messenger said with anger on his face: "It is not a secret, since the day you walked out of the Blue Sky Gate, Master has no longer trusted our brothers, and even wanted to kill us in anger, thanks to the Elder of heaven and cruelty who risked death to help us intercede, we escaped a disaster, but in the second year Master ordered us to marry a girl each, and then gave birth to a child very smoothly, oh, my child is now twelve years old! Speaking of children, the cold-blooded messenger had a rare light in his eyes, but then flashed away: since he was five years old, he was forced by his master to live in the Blue Sky Gate Heavenly Peak Sun Palace, and in the name of teaching martial arts, he was actually forced to control the fact that he was never allowed to leave the Sun Palace for half a step, so that I had to do everything possible to complete the tasks assigned by the Blue Sky Gate Lord...

Speaking of this, Zi Chuanyun understood, it turned out that the other party was the same as himself! They all had to fight for the sake of their wives and children! They are all forced to the cliff by fate, and if they are not careful, they will all fall to pieces! Master and Disciple: Regardless of winning or losing, whether we live or die, we accept the arrangement of fate, and each of us has a destiny!

The cold-blooded messenger screamed in the sky, Qingfeng sword had suddenly struck, the first type of chasing the wind and chasing the moon, like a sharp arrow, the human sword was fast and accurate, directly stabbed the heart of Zichuan Yun, it was good, Zichuan Yun drank loudly, both palms flew over, the left palm used Taiqing Qigong to shake open the sword blade, the right palm of the mixed yuan King Kong palm split Hua Shan Ping pushed past, Zhang Tianai transported Ling Bo micro-step obliquely flashed, followed by the sudden left and right blink of an eye has attacked the forty-seven swords, the Purple Chuan Cloud Mixed Yuan King Kong palm is also left push right block palm like electricity unstoppable! In the blink of an eye, the two sides had fought fiercely for more than three hundred moves, seeing that they could not win for a long time, the cold-blooded messenger suddenly flew up, jumped up several feet high, head down to his feet, and used the phantom sword technique that he had never learned in his lifetime, and he was thirsty: The wind and rain in the sky, when the people turned with the sword, the sword moved with the body, and a circle was drawn in mid-air to spin rapidly, like a tornado, rolling up the sword qi of the sky from top to bottom to the white cloud messenger Zi Chuanyun to stab head-on, a Qingfeng sword virtual reality really turned into countless blue light vows to stab people into smashing, Zi Chuanyun couldn't tell whether that sword was real or fake, only to see countless blue rays of light like ten thousand arrows piercing the heart into ten thousand arrows flying towards him, he had no way to resist, he could only transport the transfiguration body method to constantly dodge and wait for the opportunity to counterattack, the cold-blooded messenger over there was like a rainbow but he couldn't attack for a long time, and he turned his heart sideways and used the most powerful killing move of the phantom sword method: from one to the end. Suddenly, the sword qi of the sky disappeared, all the sword light gathered together, reduced to an indestructible lightning, the human sword was one, straight to the Zichuan cloud, the figure of the Zichuan cloud flashed left and right, but it could not escape the pursuit of the Qingfeng sword, this only knew how powerful, looking up at the sky and screaming, the three masters of great compassion that had been studied painstakingly in Mojiazhuang for fifteen years came out, the first type of the three masters of great compassion surged up and down, and the hands flipped up and down to draw a circle and pushed forward, seemingly unremarkable, However, the cold-blooded messenger felt that there was a great resistance in front of him and he could not take another step forward, and then the second type of Buddha's light of the Three Absolute Palms of Great Compassion unfolded, only to see Zi Chuanyun's feet sitting on the ground, his body following in mid-air slowly moving forward, and his palms pushed out like two mountains to cover the body of the cold-blooded messenger, making his feet seem to be suppressed by the force of ten thousand pounds and unable to move away, and even more unable to breathe