For this blue-clothed man, he happened to live in seclusion in Xinyu City, and he came over only after the plea of the juniors of the division, and he had been sweeping the formation in the dark, obviously hoping that these juniors of the Sword Washing Pavilion could take Ning Xiaoxian down, so he didn't need to make a move. His eyesight was good, and he had already seen that Ning Xiaoxian had injuries on his body, and his strength was inferior to that of ordinary people. For an immortal like him, letting him kidnap a woman who has no power to tie the chicken is already an extremely cheap act in itself, if it weren't for Ning Xiaoxian being too important to the hidden stream and the Heaven Shaking God Monarch, he would have disdained it.

As soon as he thought about this, he secretly scolded these juniors of the Sword Washing Pavilion for being too bad, and he couldn't even handle the few people in front of him, and he had to capture them himself.

Huang Fuming grabbed Ning Xiaoxian's hand and never let go. She took a deep breath, turned to him and said, "You won't survive either." ”

Once Wu Li made a move, it would mean that the Sword Washing Pavilion would secretly tear up the battle contract. In this case, he not only had to arrest her back, but also the people who had seen him shoot, that is, Huang Fuming and the others must be silenced, otherwise the news would leak out of the hidden current, and the top and bottom of the Sword Washing Pavilion would have to meet the thunderous wrath of the Heaven Shaking God Monarch. He didn't think that the power on his side would be stronger than Tianling Pavilion.

Ning Xiaoxian also knew that if she was captured by Wu Gong and returned to the Sword Washing Pavilion, she would not have her life to live, for the same reason.

Huang Fuming saw the brilliance in her autumn-like eyes, and the cold estrangement of the past few days was finally gone, his hands couldn't help but tighten, stared at her and said, "Between my sister and me, why don't you talk about it?" He glanced at Wu Zhen and said suddenly. "If I don't die this time, my sister will have to promise me one condition. ”

Ning Xiaoxian glanced at him strangely: "What?" Is this kid a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers? But I'm afraid it's no match for him.

Huangfu Ming said with a smile: "Officially recognize the old lady of Jinghai Wangfu as a grandmother, and officially be my sister!"

When Wu Li heard the words "Mirror Sea Palace", his eyebrows couldn't help jumping, his eyes scanned back and forth over several people, and his face became even more gloomy. These people turned out to be from the extremely short Mirror Sea King's Mansion, it seems that they must really kill them after a while, otherwise the Sword Washing Pavilion will face the hidden stream and the Mirror Sea King's Mansion at the same time. That's really not going to die too fast. Thinking of this, his indifferent mood was a little anxious, and he took a step forward and said, "The parting words are also finished." Let's hit the road!"

Ning Xiaoxian didn't expect that Huang Fuming was dying, and he was still thinking about this matter in his mind, so he was stunned and said, "No!" What if he doesn't die today? She doesn't know why this kid is so obsessed, and she has to recognize her as her sister. Huang Fuming's body is full of evil spirit. She subconsciously didn't want to have too much contact with him.

Huang Fuming lowered his face and said: "I'm going to die, such a little wish, my sister doesn't want to fulfill it?" Ning Xiaoxian saw that he was full of anger, and his expression was the same as when he was still immature and had an awkward expression with her, I don't know whether he is angry or funny.

Both of them took Wuli's words as a deaf ear.

He enjoyed all the offerings in the pie, where had he been so ignored, and sneered at the moment: "It's really a kid who doesn't know whether to live or die", and stepped forward slightly with his right foot. The pressure on everyone in the audience immediately increased.

Huangfu Ming pursed his lips and pressed his feet slightly. Xu Liangyu spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow". The person also slowly woke up and turned around, and when he opened his eyes and saw Wu Li, he immediately said happily: "Uncle Wushi, save me!" After all, the injury was too serious, although he wanted to shout, his voice was hoarse and weak.

After all, this little guy is still the young son in charge, and Wu Li still wants to give him Lao Tzu a few thin noodles, and when he heard this, he frowned and said: "Let him go, I will give you all the corpses later." ”

Xu Liangyu's face was bitter, and he scolded in his heart whether this Wushi Uncle Ancestor had broken his brain by practicing martial arts, and it was strange that Huang Fuming could let him go if he spoke like this!

Sure enough, Huangfu Ming grinned: "Horizontal and vertical are all dead, it's better to drag more pads." There were also people on Huangquan Road who asked me to bully and bully. Another step under his feet, this time with more force, only to hear a few crashes, I don't know how many ribs he stepped on, Xu Liangyu was in great pain, but he couldn't scream, so he had to moan non-stop.

Wu Li said angrily: "Let him go!"

Huangfu Ming smiled and groaned: "Obey." Then as soon as she stroked the back of Ning Xiaoxian's head, she felt a surge of sleepiness coming, and although she knew that the current situation was critical, she still couldn't help but fall asleep.

Seeing her slowly close her eyes, the smile on Huang Fuming's face also tightened and said, "Hug her." As soon as the words fell, a black-robed man behind him stretched out his hand and took Ning Xiaoxian over. This person's whole body was hidden in the robe, and only the hands that were exposed were small and slender, and they were actually a woman.

He suddenly kicked Xu Liangyu lightly on the chest and said, "How many immortals are there in the Washing Sword Pavilion who are above the late stage of the Tribulation?"

Xu Liangyu gasped and said, "Just Uncle Wu's ancestor......"

Huang Fuming nodded: "Very good, you are useless." With the force of his feet, there were two slight popping sounds, followed by Xu Liangyu's scream - his chest cavity was deflated, his sternum was crushed in unison, and five or six sharp bones that were broken pierced into his heart at the same time.

This kind of injury is too serious for a human monk. Fortunately, Xu Liangyu also entered the Yuan Infant Stage early, and at this moment, there was a flash of golden light between his mouth and nose, and his soul was about to go out of his body. But Huang Fuming had already prepared, and slapped a trick in his hand on his heavenly spirit cover, and his soul was suppressed back to its original position, and he couldn't come out again. This is the ancient barbarians' means of torturing the enemy, suppressing the primordial gods in the flesh, and then they can be tortured in every way.

The young man in charge was killed, Wu Li was full of color, with the sword in his hand, and stepped over.

He instantly crossed a distance of more than ten zhang in this step, turning into Changhong, just this blow, the whole person is a sword. Although the sword in his hand has not yet been unsheathed, and its edge has not yet been revealed, its momentum is as thick as a mountain. He was born in the Sword Washing Pavilion and has been immersed in the sword path for thousands of years, and his understanding of sword intent is far deeper than that of ordinary immortals.

When others saw this overbearing blow, they were afraid that they hadn't even blinked their eyelids, and they would be split in half by the fierce sword qi a few feet away. Huang Fuming didn't dodge, he only stretched out his foot to hook Xu Liangyu's body, kicked hard, and slammed the hundred-pound body towards Wuli.

He kicked out too fast, and before Wuli could hit him, Xu Liangyu came head-on. After all, it was his own junior who flew over, and the original god was still in his body, so Wu Li finally failed to cut him in half, so he had to stretch out his scabbard and strike at him, trying to blow him away. It's just that in this way, the original thunderous offensive has been frustrated, and the momentum has been greatly reduced.

Who knew that Xu Liangyu suddenly let out a long howl, the voice was terrible and terrifying, several times sharper than the night owl's cry, and even Wu Li was slightly stunned. Who knew that Xu Liangyu, who was originally dying, actually held his right hand holding the sword firmly with his backhand, and the strength was amazing, and then he opened his mouth and bit it!

Wu Li was taken aback, and then he saw that the eyes of this Zeng nephew were all red, the corners of his eyes were covered with cobweb-like bloodshots, and white foam overflowed between his gaping teeth, like a mad dog!

The first reaction of a normal person when they encounter a mad dog is to shake it away. Although Wu Li has the Tao of a sword immortal, he is still a human in the end, and he definitely doesn't want to be bitten by him, so when the anger on his arm secretly appeared, he shook Xu Liangyu away. At this moment, he still didn't understand, this must be the ghost of Huangfu Ming. But what method did this kid use, and when did he control Xu Liangyu, he couldn't see it with his eyesight.

After this delay, when he waved Xu Liangyu away, the Huangfu Ming in front of him was actually gone, and there was a faint black mist around him. The banks of the Xiuhe River were originally covered with smoke and water, but if it was dark today, he didn't pay much attention to it. But after the fog became thicker, he realized that something was wrong:

These dense fogs seemed to have life, and once they met him, it was like staring at the top delicacy, and they actually rushed up to him, squeaking and gnawing on his protective qi. The most terrifying thing is that he can actually feel that his gang qi is actually bitten in the east and a piece in the west like cheese, and disappears little by little!

Wu Li frowned, and the sword light flew by, pointing directly at the position where Huang Fu Ming's subordinates were standing - his primary target was Ning Xiaoxian and not Huang Fu Ming, as long as he took her, it would be easy to handle later. But the cold light flashed, and the place where everyone stood was cut out of a ravine several meters deep, but the figures on the ground shook and gradually disappeared like a scene in the water.

His pupils suddenly shrank—it was an illusion! Someone could unknowingly cast an illusion, someone could sneak out from under his nose!

Wu Li didn't hesitate to stretch out his own realm, and the billowing black mist was suddenly isolated from the distance.

This kind of fog vapor naturally can't stop the induction of the immortals. He seemed to feel something, turned around suddenly, and sure enough, he saw a slender and upright figure standing thirty feet outside the fog.

Huangfu Ming!

Wu Li didn't even notice when the boy was standing behind him. He suddenly opened his eyes, the light flashed in his eyes, the long sword in his hand was already out of the sheath, and the snow-like sword light appeared in the night, and he had already swept a hundred meters away with the intention of being ruthless and domineering, and attacked in front of Huang Fuming. The closer you go, the more you feel that it is a mountain and a huge wave, and the straight people are unstoppable, which is the essence of "its swiftness like the wind and aggression like fire".

This sword can smash mountains, and this sword can turn rivers backwards. He felt very satisfied with the sword he had wielded.

Although this kid looks young, but in terms of cunning and skill, he already has the qualifications to let him play the sword. He would never take any opponent lightly.

Huang Fuming didn't dodge, but took a step back with his left leg, his feet firmly rooted on the ground as if they were rooted, and then, holding an object in his hand, the action he made was as simple as a cloud, but it was so fast that Wu Li never saw it clearly. (To be continued......)

PS: The Lantern Festival has passed, and even if the year is over, there is a faint sense of sorrow for the shrimp?

Is it because the work is busier after the year?

Keep asking for pink tickets!