Yuan Shangli looked at each other, obviously not very convinced, and repeated the original sentence, and then obeyed the order.

"Wow. ”

The orange-brown man's sword qi all broke off the restraints tied to the woman, and said coldly, "Are you willing to marry them?"

The women who untied their wrists shrank into a ball, and some thought, "If it weren't for them, we would have died with thousands of arrows." Some thought, "You kidnapped me by force, and now ask us if you want to." More than a dozen women wept and wiped their tears, saying they wanted to go home. The rest were silent, undecided. I'm afraid that if I say the word "unwillingly", I will be killed by the orange-brown monster on the spot.

The man in orange flashed with his sword and killed the women who were crying and grabbing the ground one by one. Everyone couldn't see it clearly, and the woman didn't even scream. He said with a carved wooden face: "I have heard your plea for chastity. The women were so frightened that they retreated or hugged each other and screamed, and several young women fell to the ground timidly and nodded one after another.

"Don't let Xingxian's nephew, uncle's uncle. A cold voice sounded in the east, followed by a cyan filament of light, turning into a man in green clothes who was half a hundred years old, laughing and walking towards the bandits.

The group of thieves was on guard, but the orange-brown man called out to the cold and said: "I am no longer a member of the Sword Sect, what are you looking for me." ”​

As we all know, the Sword Sect is the first sect in the world to respect the sword, when the Sword Sect Sect leader Jian Baiqi defeated the Sword Emperor with his superb cultivation, and then destroyed the demon world with Ziwei Palace and the Confucian Longyuan Holy Mouth, and the meritorious service was prominent, and everyone in the world admired the Sword Sect in their hearts. The storyteller in Chongguang City is even more divine, and no one dares to question the cultivation of the remaining disciples. I heard that the confession on the sword of the closed disciple sword Qianduan is almost on par with the sword hundred feet. According to the rumors among the sword cultivators, it is said that Jian Qianduan's withdrawal that year was because he had no further progress in the Sword Sect, and he had a draw with Jian Baiqi.

Long Yingqi looked at the person who came, and at a glance recognized that this old man in Tsing Yi was wearing the clothes of the Sword Sect, also known as the virtuous nephew of the Nine Heavenly Break, who had won over from Jiutianpo, and he definitely had a position in the Sword Sect, and he didn't dare to offend, so he arched his hand and asked, "Your Excellency?"

Tsing Yi said: "Hell is ridiculous. ”

Long Yingqi was taken aback, because this person is a master of refining medicine in the Sword Sect, and he usually wants to make friends to study pharmacology together, but there is no way to enter, and when he sees a real person today, he can't help but be happy, and said tentatively: "In Xia Long Yaoqi, you are a ghost doctor, how to prove it." "Everyone in the world knows that there is a hellish desolation on the Sword Sect called the "ghost doctor", but he rarely shows up, I heard that living in the Sword Sect is to heal the old wounds of the sword hundred feet in the battle with the demon world five hundred years ago, but no one is really sure.

"Hey, you can ask if you don't want to do it, and what proof do you need? Hell was a little shocked when he heard him report his home, he never expected that since this black-clothed barefoot old man was the evil doctor of Shenling Qiling, he was very ashamed in comparison.

"He was usually insane and could not speak accurately. If you tell me what antidote I have taken for these three thousand, I will believe you. Long Yingqi has a little admiration.

"To tell you the truth, I just saw that your poisoning method was very good on the mountain, so I came down. "Hell is ridiculous, and I admire him a little.

The two talked about poison in the group of thieves and had a great time, and they hit it off at first sight.

At this moment, the mountains to the east shook inexplicably, as if something was coming from afar. The restless sound of unprovoked disturbance enveloped the ears of the thieves, and the wind of dust and rocks was deduced by it, and it blew indiscriminately. All the thieves were blown away dozens of feet away, only Long Yaoqi, no order, the original Shangli, hell absurd, and true qi stationed, standing tall, and the terrifying power behind the wind rushed majestically, as if there was a shock that broke the liver and heart. The original was mentioned as soon as the true yuan was raised, and a huge red half-sided round light mask was turned into a large red half-sided light shield to cover everyone. Long Yingqi was afraid that he would not be able to withstand it, so he secretly cultivated his palm, and Zan Li gave the original red flowing light mask to strengthen the resistance.

"It's sword press. Hell blurted out the absurdity lightly, without the slightest hint of surprise, as if it was commonplace.

A powerful sword pressure that came with a purpose, through a destructive stroke, crashed into the rock-solid red body shield shield, and the earth-shattering explosion pierced the eardrums of everyone present, and passively retreated, leaving only a palpitating beat.

"Look at the time of pick-up, and rethink the work of creation. How to float the beautiful scenery, not like a spring breeze. The ground is full of incense, and the branches are empty overnight. should only be seen by the son, and the first memory of the fall from the building is red. "A young man dressed in woad blue and a young man dressed in pearl white rode the wind from the top of the eastern mountain. They descended slowly and straight, with a clear appearance of carrying a sword, but there was a little look of not being angry and arrogant, and their eyes were staring at the frightened group of thieves, among whom the man in blue said loudly: "Let go of that general." ”

"Your Excellency's ability has already been demonstrated, and if you only have that, I am afraid that the qualifications to speak are far from enough. "The original people have an extraordinary temperament, and they are powerful and self-sustaining, and they are not afraid of the other party's provocation.

The young man in the blue clothes was a disciple of the Sword Sect, named Jian Qianlou, and he was the most qualified person of this generation in the Sword Sect. Cultivating to a hundred feet apart from the sword, no one can surpass it, not even the young man in pearl white clothes beside him, the sword mille-feuille.

The young man with the hidden Xuanfeng on his back snorted coldly, extremely dissatisfied with the behavior of the bandits, and said absurdly to hell: "Uncle Shi, why are you with the evil people, please come over." ”

Jian Qianfeuille looked at the orange-brown man and said happily: "Senior brother, it turns out that you are here, how can you ...... Why did you take refuge in Pansnake Mountain?"

This orange-brown strange man with outstanding swordsmanship and extraordinary cultivation returned to the house, his expression was wooden, and he turned into an orange-brown light silk and went straight to the north. The pearl-white sword mille-feuille wanted Xiao Gui Cao to chase after him, as if he had a lot of things to ask, but was suddenly stopped by his senior brother Jian Qianlou, who persuaded Jian Qianlou: "I know he is there, don't be in a hurry." He stared coldly at these evil thieves and said, "Save people first." ”

These two Sword Sect disciples went down the mountain to look at the Lingyun Pavilion's announcement and know the masters at that time, so that they could ask for advice in the future. Of course, their sword attainments have been disdainful, and they just join in the excitement a few days in advance to increase their travels. Who would have thought that Uncle Hell's absurd master would take the lead in moving forward, leaving them and the disciples behind. When counting the number of people, it was found that a woman named Wan Bailu, who was also an apprentice of Jian Qianfang, suddenly disappeared, and a few days ago, the female disciple kept saying that her uncle killed her sick parents with fake medicine, hoping that Master Jian Qianfang would seek justice for her. The reason why Jian Qianfeuille respects his uncle is because he has been healing his father for a long time in the Sword Sect, and he does not investigate and ignore the crazy words of his apprentices, Wan Bailu is angry and does not see his uncle, which makes them very worried, the two left the apprentices behind, looking for the two of them on their own, and saw the corpses of the mountain all over the field from a distance, and the soldiers wore red robes, so they sent out a sword in anger and rolled to the ground, and now they saw that the Han army general was captured, and Lu Jian naturally drew his sword to save him.

The absurd cultivation of Hell was far inferior to the two of them, and knowing their temperament, it was inevitable that there would be a fierce battle, so they had to step aside.

The man's sword Qianlou was calm and calm, and his right hand slowly attached to the hilt of the "Hidden Xuanfeng" sword in his left hand, with a chivalrous demeanor.

The man in a pearl white dress was heroic, with a youthful appearance, and his killing intent fluctuated.

The corners of these two leaders of Snake Mountain were about to be vulnerable to contempt. Barefoot Long Yingqi sarcastically said: "In these years, there are still people who are heroes, as expected." It is only you young people who are dying at my hands. The old man is highly cultivated, has sufficient experience, and often stands aside. He said this to make people feel overwhelmed, and his eyes looked very kindly at the absurdity of hell under a pine tree not far away.

When Jian Qianlou put his hand on the hilt of the sword, the sword grid was close to the scabbard that was opened, and there was a faint rolling scene of the tail of fireworks, and the air centered on it, slowly spreading with the tear, and the surrounding scene was like the sun on a hot summer afternoon evaporating the moisture of the earth, but not towards the sky.

Seeing Long Yaoqi's monkey elephant, he simply didn't move, and the man on Ren Mo took the lead in setting an example, only listening to him: "Since you are a member of the Sword Sect, I will give you enough face, so I will let you draw your sword slowly." ”

Jian Qianlou, who was cold and cold, pulled out half an inch of his "Hidden Xuanfeng" sword, and his breath forced through the air to everyone in the audience, which was terrifying. Another inch, his arm trembled slowly, it seemed that he couldn't hold down the drive of the sword, but in fact, his cultivation created a unique sword pressure, which naturally came from the power of Dan Yuanli. When two inches later, the blue light shone brightly, and at the same time, the green leaves of the flowers and trees all fell, and as the sword drew longer, the cracks in the mountains and rocks not far away suddenly appeared, and the lifeless air gradually oppressed by the sword pressure in all directions.

"Swallowing the sea sword press. ”

The dazzling blue light was completely unsheathed, and the sword pressure with a shocking sense swept forward, and with a loud "boom", it slammed into the three-headed halberd in front of a red-robed man, and the big pit under his feet appeared. Jian Qianlou quickly jumped forward, holding the sword to suppress the magnificent blue light, and shouted loudly: "The sword waves are lined with thousands of mountains." ”

The blue sword pressed like a raging wave, giving Yuan Shangli a blow to the head. I had already prepared for the original and suddenly mentioned the mighty true yuan, and the inner yuan was poured into the halberd, the red mangs were bright red, and the huge and menacing momentum was slashed with one hand, and the strong wind in the back overflowed, and the movement was not small.

One was in the air, the other was on the ground, the blue and the red people gritted their teeth, their faces were hideous, and in the eyes of everyone, they were more confident cultivators.

The white shadow moved, the sword thousand-layer sword picked Long Yaoqi, swept on the left, broke through the air, and suddenly disappeared, the sword light was on the right, the momentum flickered, and the edge forced its life. When Jian Qianfang saw his sword block with black gas, he immediately turned his body and forcibly stabbed dozens of swords in the middle lane, without waiting for the opponent to dismantle all the moves, and quickly went around behind to take the lead, and the sword containing the true yuan was extremely powerful, piercing through the air and killing him.

"A sword is dead. "The white scratches that appear out of thin air are fast and accurate.

After all, Long Yingqi is only a master of poisoning, although he is very unique in the field of swordsmanship, but in terms of attainments alone, there is a gap between the young man who made such a chaotic and targeted swordsmanship in front of him, and he couldn't parry it in less than half a pillar of incense, dwarfed, and he had to sigh that the reason why the Sword Sect has stood so far is not in vain. Once he couldn't keep up with the speed, he was shaken away a few steps, panting like a cow. The other party saw that he was not full of breath, and did not leave a chance, the sword light was dotted, and he chased after him. In the course of several rounds of moves, he tried to use poison to subdue the white-clothed boy who moved like a rabbit, and found a gap in the opportunity, but was discovered by others, or cleverly avoided it, or drummed up a sword wind to bounce back. He was thinking: "Yes, he is a member of the Sword Sect, he gets along with Hell a lot, the means of poisoning don't work, if he continues to fight, he will definitely suffer a loss of speed, and he refuses to stop mentioning the true yuan of luck." It's a pity that I don't have a grudge on my body and am not his opponent, well, also swing. ”