Xiao Xiong and the mandrill protector each fought for dozens of rounds, and finally one of them slashed at the other party.

The mandrill protector was injured in the wrist, his right hand was in pain, and he landed on the ground with a "clang" while holding the saber.

And Xiao Xiong was also slashed in the thigh by the mandrill protector, but it did not hurt the artery, which was a flesh wound with a large injury.

The blade fell to the ground, and the mandrill protector was defeated.

Xiao Xiong held a knife and laughed: "I want to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger." ”

The mandrill protector was defeated and retreated.

Yu Guang glanced at Qingluan Protector, and the eyes in the mask were very calm, and he didn't complain.

Only the eyes in the mask rolled, and then I heard Qingluan Protector say, "It's okay!"

The word "it's okay" comforted the depressed mood of the mandrill protector after the defeat, and when he heard the two words, the mandrill protector was shocked and no longer lonely.

Qingluan Protector said again: "When the sect leader wakes up, the good show is still to come, it's good to have fun now, don't take it seriously!"

Shanxiao was grateful, nodded and said, "I see!"

Xiao Xiong defeated the Mandrill Protector, and the scattered cultivators immediately shouted and were elated, and regarded Xiao Xiong as their leader.

Hu Yizhi looked at the corpses all over the ground, no matter how stupid he was, he knew in his heart what was going on on the top of this mountain, but since the Nine Shadows Cult took the initiative to send it to the door, he knew that it was disrespectful, how could he let them do evil.

Xiao Xiong was proud, pointed at the Qingluan Protector and scolded: "That masked cripple, do you think that if you break a hand, you are the Condor Hero Yang Guo? Come on, come on, and grandpa and I have a few tricks, I will definitely beat you out of." ”

Such a naked provocation would be unbearable for ordinary people.

However, since Qingluan Protector can be the first of the four protectors, he must have something extraordinary.

I only heard him say lightly: "I don't have much grudge against you, the person I am looking for is him, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

His fingertips pointed to Lu Zhou, and his eyes were full of deep meaning.

If Qingluan Protector wants to avenge Feilian's Protector, he has to kill Lu Zhou and get the treasure on Lu Zhou's body.

Treasure, what a tempting thing.

Xiao Xiong laughed and said, "You can kill him, but if you dare to touch the treasure on his body, I will definitely let your head sacrifice my long knife." ”

The rough fingers caressed the long blade, the blade was clean, there was no blood, but there was a fishy smell of blood.

If you kill too many people, you can't get rid of the smell of the knife.

Qingluan Protector sneered and did not answer.

In his eyes, the scar-faced man who played with the knife was just a retard!

Lu Zhou and Hu Yizhi in front of him were the first targets he killed.

Last time, the Qingluan Dharma Protector was placed in the hands of these people, killing dozens of brothers, and also killing Fei Lian Dharma Protector.

This is an unspeakable and huge humiliation, and Qingluan's protector must win back a game.

The Thousand-Faced Poison King is in his hands, and Liu Ruyi and his party are also in his hands.

As long as Lu Zhou and Hu Yizhi can be captured alive, then it will be complete.

But his pupils suddenly shrank, and he found that there was one person missing.

Why is there no such little girl, the little girl who can use the Nether Palm?

Did she go down the mountain to carry the rescuers?

Qingluan Protector didn't see Bai Lanyu, but apart from some surprise, there was no other emotion on his face.

It's just that there is one less little girl who can't make a climate! Could it be that she went back and invited the big Buddha of the Shura Hall to come out.

Thinking of that Bai Zijing, Qingluan Protector's fists clenched tightly.

His disability was all due to Bai Zijing, and Qingluan Protector swore that he would definitely dig out the heart and lungs of the little girl who could use the Netherworld Palm and torture her to death.

The mask was hidden, and he couldn't see the true face and expression of the Qingluan Protector clearly, but Lu Zhou could see through the eyes under the mask that the Qingluan Protector was triumphant at the moment, as if he was winning.

Lu Zhou sneered in his heart: "Pathetic protector, I am no longer Wuxia Ameng, it's really whimsical that you want to kill me." ”

Taking the lead in snatching people, Lu Zhou must be vigorous and cannot lose to the other party in terms of morale.

I saw Lu Zhou take a sharp breath, and suddenly said loudly: "Mask Monster, if you don't release the Thousand-Faced Poison King and my friends, I will let you die under my sword today." ”

Qingluan's Dharma Protector laughed and said, "Thousand-faced Poison King, is that a dwarf? hahaha!"

Lu Zhou said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and hand it over! Otherwise, you won't be able to eat and walk around." ”

Qingluan Dharma Protector clutched his stomach and smiled: "I heard me right, do you want me to walk around without eating?" Hahaha, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard. How dare you compete with me, just by your modest tricks?"

Mocked again!

On the contrary, Lu Zhou is calmer, and anger makes people lose their minds.

"You-no-have-heard-wrong!" Lu Zhou said categorically.

Every word is very heavy, indicating his strong faith.

Shocked by Lu Zhou's self-confidence, a trace of confusion flashed in Qingluan's eyes.

Where does Lu Zhou's confidence come from?

Qingluan Protector didn't know, but he didn't want to know either.

Only killing the arrogant and confident person in front of him is the best result.

Overconfidence is inflated, Qingluan Protector can't wait, he wants to kill Lu Zhou.

"Die!

I only heard the roar of Qingluan's protector, and the empty sleeves attacked again.

Full of internal strength, he wants to use long-range attacks to consume Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou clenched the Silver Frost Sword, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, his pupils shrunk into a point, and he stared at the attack path of the empty sleeve.

The sword struck, and in an instant the debris flew all over the sky.

The empty sleeve was only cut into countless pieces by Lu Zhou in an instant with his superb swordsmanship and profound internal strength.

Kunlun thirteen swords, swords and swords make fine moves.

But with one move, the empty sleeves are useless.

However, cutting off one after another, the empty sleeve reached out again, wanting to wrap Lu Zhou's sword-holding wrist.

As long as the sword is out of his hand, the swordsman who wields the sword is already defeated.

Lu Zhou's sword is just beginning, and many of the doors are not very smooth.

The empty sleeves attacked again, and they actually avoided Lu Zhou's vital point and struck towards the Silver Frost Sword.

Lu Zhou's anger sank into the dantian, with internal strength in the palm of his left hand, and a dragon head faintly appeared.

The empty sleeves hit, and the dragon flew out.

The two merged, making a startling sound.

"Bang!", the empty sleeves like a deflated ball instantly softened.

Without the support of internal force, the empty sleeve is just a long cloth to wrap the feet.

Qingluan's eyes flashed with surprise and unwillingness.

Why did this sword-wielding kid on the other side suddenly increase his skills, and he couldn't even do anything about him with empty sleeves?

Retracting his sleeve, there were no arms in the empty sleeves, only the free air.

"How can this be? How can this kid's skill increase so much, his internal strength is so strong, my empty sleeve can't cause any damage to him. Qingluan Protector was worried.

It was originally a win-win operation, but I didn't expect that there were too many variables.

How did it take a few days to increase your strength to such an extent?