"What are you doing here, go up and help!" Looking at the scattered teammates around him, Xiang Qianxuan couldn't get angry.

The captain of his own family is about to be killed, where can he eat melons?

"Help, who are you helping, Wanqiu?" Wang Huanzhi squinted, his eyes full of disdain.

"If you want to persuade you to fight, go there, what's the matter with us, if you're afraid of death, just say it, what kind of big-tailed wolf are you pretending to be here?"

He was half-lying on the ground, leaning against Chen Qiu'an's shoulder, and there was a tingling pain in his chest. Although Wang Gushan said that he had regained his strength just now, he was a monk and not a stranger, so he was almost beaten back.

"What do you mean?" Xiang Qianxuan blushed. looked at the other team members around him, coincidentally, all of them had an expression that was not a big deal to see the excitement, and some were even applauding.

"You think the same way, aren't you afraid that Lin Wanqiu will free up his hand and give us one person and one sword, and now the top of Gu Mountain is in..."

Before Xiang Qianxuan could finish speaking, he was rudely interrupted.

"Put your mother's spiced spicy fart, it was you and Wang Gushan's bastard who provoked other people's husband and wife, not me. I'm afraid of a ball, speaking of which, that kid in Qingyang still owes me a few times for wine, why did Lin Wanqiu cut me?"

"Well, I didn't know I was represented by you again. Lord Xiang, what a great official authority!"

Xiang Qianxuan's face turned blue and white.

"You—" He rolled his throat, and he didn't say why. Xiang Qianxuan knew that it was wishful thinking to let these teammates with different minds rescue Wang Gushan, and it was good that they didn't fall into the well.

Not far away, the sword light was vertical and horizontal, the beast roared and shook the sky, he gritted his teeth, his footsteps were raised again and again, and he didn't have the courage to fall after all.

That's it, Taniyama, good luck. Xiang Qianxuan lowered his head and silently retreated to the crowd, his face burned like pain, he knew that Wang Gushan was mostly finished.

......

Proud bone plum, cold winter wax moon.

Lin Wanqiu handed out a sword, the slender sword body disappeared in the snow, and the sword qi roared. The aimless flying snow was gathered and dispersed by the sword qi, and the snowflakes spun rapidly, forming a huge whirlpool that engulfed Wanggu Mountain.

"Open it for me. With a roar, a monster with a human face and beast body spread out its arms, tearing through the whirlpool and breaking through the snow. The ears are like dogs, and two sharp canine teeth stick out of their lips, and saliva drips, instantly corroding the ground into a hole.

The thick fur covered the whole body, and countless tiny wounds healed quickly in the beating of the muscles, and the blood scabs fell off.

Wang Gushan's abilities were already fully opened, almost to the point of time and space. His meridians at the moment were full of irritable aura, and the hot blood almost washed out his brain, and he could only barely maintain his sanity.

Wang Gushan broke through the obstacle of the flying snow, the wound on his face was hideous, and the blood-red beast pupils instantly locked on Lin Wanqiu.

"Roar!" The strong legs bent slightly, Wang Gushan raised one arm above his head, and with a muffled sound, the earth exploded into a hole, and he instantly approached Lin Wanqiu, the red light of hatred condensed in the beast's pupils, and one arm slammed down.

Lin Wanqiu's eyes were cold, her steps were slightly wrong, and she dodged into Wang Gushan's chest, avoiding his fists. The left hand was held back, and the slender five fingers were shrouded in a layer of ice-blue light, and the snow raised was in the air, flying towards Lin Wanqiu like a swallow returning to its nest.

Lin Wanqiu dodged again, stabbed forward with her right hand, and used her body to resist the sword, instantly rushing out more than ten meters.

Almost at the same time, Wang Gushan's legs bent, pushing Jin Shan to fall over the jade pillar, and his broad chest fell straight down, blowing the ground below to pieces.

She turned around and danced her sword, swinging her left hand backwards, carrying the snow, and as soon as her right hand loosened, the hilt swirled around her wrist and was held by her backhand. She knelt on one knee, her body bowed, and the sword in her right hand slashed down with her backhand, towards the back of this Wang Gushan.

Funeral flowers, snow and wind gluttony.

There was no time to react, and before Wang Gushan could respond, the flying snow river full of sword qi slammed into his back.

"Roar!" the roar of the beast mixed with anger and fear resounded through the mountains, and the gathered snow burst out with astonishing force, like steel wires twisted into steel bars.

Wang Gushan, who was just about to get up, was pressed back to the ground by the impact of the flying snow, supporting the ground with one arm, and his muscles and bones let out an overwhelmed wail.

Pieces of flying snow were condensed together and turned into indestructible ice blades, and the fur on Wang Gushan's back was like a void, easily sliced, revealing the bright red flesh and blood inside.

The snowflakes touched the flesh and blood, and instantly dispersed, turning into a bloodthirsty shark, pulling out the back of Wanggu Mountain and gnawing wantonly, burrowing into his body.

"Roar!" the sharp pain that ripped the nerve came from his back, and the instinct to survive made Wang Gushan make a quick decision.

The huge mouth opened, and the cold wind was frantically swallowed into his lungs, and the snowflake flying knife opened a small opening in his abdomen.

The man stood up, his left arm slamming into his chest, his chest collapsing, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The overflowing gas in the abdomen mixed with the blood vapor poured into the back under the stimulus of this punch.

Lin Wanqiu, who was just about to be beheaded at close range, paused, waved her palm forward, and the mana was scattered in the air, and the impact pushed her back quickly.

The white liquid in the blood splattered from the back of Wanggu Mountain, hitting the mountain wall on the side, and a dense pit appeared in an instant, which was the sword qi that invaded Wang Gushan's body, which was cleared by him in this self-harming way.

Even if he was vague now, he knew very well that taking a punch from himself was lighter than being invaded by Lin Wanqiu's sword qi.

As soon as the sword qi was removed, Wang Gushan didn't have time to rest, so he turned his arm with great effort, turned with a stiff body, and faced Lin Wanqiu head-on.

"Whew-whew-" Two heavy breaths, Lin Wanqiu's chest rose and fell rapidly, and the white mist continued in front of her. Although she had the upper hand until now, most of her physical strength and mana had been consumed.

She is a monk, not a supernatural being, without the perverted body and physical strength of the latter, but only a heart and a sword.

Wang Gushan was even more embarrassed, since he was cut off an arm at the beginning, he was beaten all the way forward, even if it was an atavistic appearance, his ability was almost on the verge of losing control, and he couldn't recover the decline.

The sharp canines were long and short, and one of them was cut off by the waist, and if he hadn't flashed quickly, the sword would have been enough to divide life and death.

The two looked at each other, Lin Wanqiu's right arm naturally drooped, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely, and the big sword that sheltered from the cold had long been gone, and the light Dao robe was exposed to the cold wind.

Wang Gushan's mouth opened and closed, and a drop of saliva fell, as usual, but it did not attract Lin Wanqiu's attention. The highly toxic saliva corroded the snow, making a "squeak" sound, and under the cover of water vapor, wisps of weak poisonous gas dissipated in the wind.

"Click" a piece of rubble exploded, and it could no longer withstand the gradually rising spiritual pressure and turned into dust.

A slight crackling broke the confrontation, and both sides erupted at the same time.

The snow rose, Lin Wanqiu disappeared in an instant, and eight blurred figures appeared around Wanggu Mountain, sprinting towards him from all directions.

The sky is full of snow, and the mirror is full of water.

Using countless tiny snowflakes in the air as a medium, the reflection of ice crystals casts its own impression in all directions, while the deity uses the help of hiding in the shadows and can burst out of anywhere at any time to deliver a fatal blow.

"Roar!" Wang Gushan pressed the ground with one arm, and with his big arm force, he swung violently in all directions. The majestic qi and blood rose from the ground, resonating with the surrounding aura, and the air that was repeatedly squeezed formed a fatal impact, surging in all directions.

The raging shock wave plowed the surrounding ground, sweeping away all the snow and frozen soil, revealing hard rocks, and the snow in the sky could not fall for the time being.

Staring at the snow not far away, a trace of slackness flashed in Wang Gushan's beast pupils, entangled by a swordsman who crushed him with a skill, both mentally and physically exhausted wildly, and now created a snow-free field, barely able to rest for a while.

It's good to be in support for a while, and it's good for a while.

"Idiot!" Cui Banshan slammed his fist on the ground and scolded with hatred.

"Lin Wanqiu doesn't rely on snow, she cultivates swords, you pig brain!"

He knew that Wang Gushan had already stepped into the Yama Hall with one foot, and if the latter did not have a hole card, then the other one would not be far away.

It's too late, it's fast. At the moment when the skin and flesh of Wang Gushan's neck relaxed, a sudden change occurred.

He landed on three limbs in a hunting position, the ground under his chest suddenly cracked, and two sword lights shot directly into his eyes.

Caught off guard, Wang Gushan stood up with cold hairs all over his body, his eyelids closed instantly, and a trace of blood appeared, which was able to block the two sword rays, and he clenched his fist with one arm and smashed down towards the broken place on the ground.

The earth cracked, the gravel and dust were raised, and there was half a figure there. In the blind spot above Wanggu Mountain, the snow fell again, and a shadow disappeared in it.

The sharp blade entered the flesh, and the long sword was held by a slender jade hand, and the sharp sword body was all submerged into the back of Wang Gushan's neck and inserted into the gap in the cervical vertebrae.

"Qingyang... I've got your revenge. A trace of confusion flashed in Lin Wanqiu's eyes, which only lasted for a moment, and then was filled with hatred in an instant.

She grasped the hilt of her sword with both hands, poured all her mana into it, and pulled it diagonally.

Half of Lin Wanqiu's body was soaked in blood, and her left foot stomped hard, and the blade of the sword was withdrawn.

"Roar..."Wang Gushan fell to the ground, and the terrible screams came to an abrupt end, gurgling blood into his trachea.

Half of his neck was cut raw, and the ruptured arteries were like fountains, and blood was scattered throughout the mountains.