"Brother Jianliu, then please leave it to you, you must take care of Xiaojing. ”

Hearing this, Xu Ling nodded solemnly at Han Jianliu, and the two of them advanced and retreated together in the cultivation canyon for two months, Xu Ling naturally understood that Han Jianliu was a person who could be trusted.

Then Xu Ling waved his hand to Nangong Jing, and ran to Jin Sin Peak with Wu Zhufeng.

Nangong Jing looked at Xu Ling's back and left without saying a word, but she knew that Xu Ling had more important things to do, and several living lives were waiting for him to save.

However, most of the reason why Xu Ling rushed up the mountain in a hurry was actually to fight, and rescuing his fellow disciples was just incidental, so that Nangong Jing knew Xu Ling's thoughts and didn't know how he would feel.

This can't be blamed on Xu Ling, he was born a battle maniac.

After running into the mountain forest, Xu Ling could hear the shouts of battle on the top of the mountain, as well as the continuous sound of weapons colliding and screaming.

Xu Ling's expression was two points heavier, he understood that behind these voices were the deaths of fresh lives, the war was not cruel, everyone died insignificant, just a dusty member of countless corpses.

"Young Sect Master, go this way!"

Just as Xu Ling was mourning for the dead souls, Wu Zhufeng suddenly turned his head and ran towards a muddy path on the side of the mountain road.

Xu Ling came back to his senses and turned around to quickly follow Wu Zhufeng.

After entering the path, the surrounding environment became more and more remote, and finally there was no trace of anyone coming.

The shouts in his ears gradually became quieter, and it was obvious that Xu Ling was getting farther and farther away from the battlefield on the top of the mountain.

The two of them ran a long distance like this, and Xu Ling never saw the disciples of the Xuanlang Sect who were trapped by the mountain bandits, until the battle cry in his ears completely disappeared, and Wu Zhufeng did not stop.

After a while, the mountain forest where Xu Ling was already silent and terrifying, and no other sound could be heard except for the sound of the two of them hurrying.

"Wu Zhufeng, how far is it from where you said? I'm afraid that by the time we arrive, those disciples will already be dead. Xu Ling saw that the surrounding environment was still as silent as death, and couldn't help but ask out loud.

If this place was not far from the battle arena, it would be impossible to be so quiet, and Xu Ling had not doubted Wu Zhufeng until now, he was just a little worried about the safety of those "trapped disciples".

Wu Zhufeng, who was running at great speed, suddenly stopped when he heard this, he turned his back to Xu Ling and said nothing, and his whole person looked a little strange.

Xu Ling also stopped when he saw this, he stared at Wu Zhufeng's eyes slightly, and finally realized that something was wrong.

At the same time, in the camp of the Xuanlang Sect at the foot of the mountain, Nangong Jing was sitting cross-legged on the ground and cultivating, and her spiritual power fluctuations faintly had a tendency to break through to the triple level of forging foundation.

Han Jianliu kept pacing back and forth in place with his hands behind his back, his face worried, and for some reason there was always a feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

"Shouldn't I let Brother Xu follow Wu Zhufeng up the mountain alone. Han Jianzhuan shook his head in annoyance.

Just when Han Jianliu was bored, in the darkness of the surrounding mountains and forests, there was a pair of cold eyes staring at Nangong Jing.

"Now that Xu Ling should have been led far away, it's almost time for me to do it. ”

Thinking of this, Wu Zhuhong's whole body spiritual power quietly emanated, and his whole person was wrapped in bursts of illusory white light.

Wu Zhuhong's right hand formed a claw-shaped, and powerful spiritual power surrounded his entire right arm.

"Broken bones piercing claws!"

In an instant, the killing machine is complete!

"Nangong girl, be careful!"

Wu Zhuhong's speed was so fast that Han Jianliu couldn't react at all, he could only watch Wu Zhuhong attack Nangong Jing, who was cultivating.

At the moment of crisis, I saw a jade bracelet worn by Nangong Jing on her wrist erupt with a dazzling blue light, and these rays of light quickly formed an arc-shaped protective shield around her.

Boom!

Wu Zhuhong's hand hit the protective cover, which immediately shocked him out, and he fell to the ground and retreated again and again, and it took a while to stabilize his body.

"Is this, a body protection artifact?" Wu Zhuhong looked furious, his entire right arm trembling with the force of the shock.

At this time, Nangong Jing also woke up from her cultivation state, and she looked around with a panicked face, not knowing what was happening.

"The person who can easily block my attack and shake my whole person away, the person who created this body protection spirit weapon, I'm afraid the refiner's level is not low. Wu Zhuhong calmed down and looked at the protective cover carefully.

At this time, Wu Zhuhong suddenly found that the protective shield around Nangong Jing seemed to be slowly fading, and he was overjoyed in his heart, understanding that this body protection spirit weapon should be a powerful one-time spirit weapon.

After figuring it out, Wu Zhuhong stood still waiting for the protective cover to disappear, and he looked at Nangong Jing with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

Han Jianliu, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, saw that his face changed slightly, and he understood that the protective shield could only protect Nangong Jing for a while.

"Nangong girl, you run first, I'll stop Wu Zhuhong. Han Jianliu rushed over and blocked in front of Nangong Jing.

Nangong Jing also reacted to what was happening at this time, but she didn't run away when she heard Han Jianliu's words, but shook her head worriedly at Han Jianliu's back.

"Nangong girl, if you have an accident, tell me how Han Jianliu will explain to Brother Xu, don't worry, I will definitely beat this Wu Zhuhong to the ground. ”

Han Jianliu saw that Nangong Jing did not run away immediately, and he was anxious.

Nangong Jing's face changed when she heard this, and she looked at Han Jianliu worriedly, as if she was making a choice in her heart.

Wu Zhuhong's expression was cold, he understood that at this time, Nangong Jing was protected by a body protection spirit weapon, and if he wanted to escape, he could only be helpless.

"Ugly monster, if you dare to escape, I will immediately go up the mountain and join forces with my eldest brother to kill Xu Ling, your life is still Xu Ling's life, choose it yourself." ”

Wu Zhuhong sneered and threatened Nangong Jing, but in fact, he was just scaring and scaring Nangong Jing, if Wu Zhuhong went to the mountain now, then once Han Jianliu reported the matter to the four leading elders, the two brothers would really die.

So once Wu Zhuhong makes a move, Han Jianliu and Nangong Jing must die here!

Wu Zhuhong's somewhat lame intimidation really frightened Nangong Jing, and now she doesn't dare to move, let alone run away.

Han Jianliu couldn't help but be anxious when he saw this, he wanted to open his mouth to explain to Nangong Jing, but how could Wu Zhuhong give him a chance?

"Give me death!" Wu Zhuhong punched Han Jianliu with his fist wrapped in spiritual power.

Han Jian's expression was solemn, and he pulled out an inconspicuous iron sword that had been behind his back.

"Jin Ge fights!"

I saw him swing a golden sword, slashing at Wu Zhuhong with an incomparably fierce momentum.

Feeling the sharpness of the sword, Wu Zhuhong's expression was suddenly startled, he hurriedly gave up the attack and retreated, but where was the golden sword faster?

Poof!

A slight cut sounded, and Wu Zhuhong looked at the shallow blood-stained wound on his fist with palpitations.

"I have heard that Han Jian left the name of waste materials, but what I saw today is unexpected, it seems that everyone looks down on you. Wu Zhuhong looked at Han Jianliu with interest and found that he only had the cultivation of the Lingwu Triple Sect.

With the cultivation of the Lingwu Triple Realm, it poses a threat to the Wu Zhuhong of the Lingwu Sevenfold Realm, where is this waste material? It is clearly a rare genius in a hundred years!

Thinking of this, Wu Zhuhong looked at Han Jianliu's gaze becoming a little serious, he took out a long knife of more than four feet from the storage ring, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and pointed the tip of the knife at Han Jianliu.

Wu Zhuhong's eyes were cold, and the whole person was ready to go.

"Looks like things are getting interesting...... "Wu Zhuhong muttered to himself.

At this time, Xu Ling on the mountain didn't know what was happening at the foot of the mountain, he was staring at Wu Zhufeng's back with a little vigilance.

"Wu Zhufeng?" Xu Ling asked tentatively.

Wu Zhufeng slowly turned to look at Xu Ling, he had a weird smile on his face.

"If I want to kill the peerless genius of the Nine Rank Spirit Root, I'm really a little reluctant. Wu Zhufeng shook his head and said.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Xu Ling's expression gradually turned cold.

"What, don't you understand?" Wu Zhufeng looked up to the sky and laughed, only to see him take out two long swords, one red and one blue, from the storage ring, and the sword body was cold.

"Just to relieve Wu Zhuhong's hatred?" Xu Ling didn't make the first move, and asked a little strangely.

"It's not all, if you want to blame yourself, it's the so-called Mu Xiu who will destroy it in the forest wind. Wu Zhufeng said that the spiritual power surging all over his body, it was actually two kinds of spiritual power, one red and one blue.

was chased and killed by mountain bandits before, Wu Zhufeng only used red spiritual power, but now it seems that he is just acting, and he has not used all his strength at all.

Xu Ling smiled at Wu Zhufeng's words, blaming Xu Ling himself? Blame him for scaring Wu Zhuhong?

"If you want to kill me, you have to weigh yourself enough. ”

Xu Ling didn't say much more, took out the Canglan Sword, the spiritual power in his body surged, and the bursts of heaven and earth wind and earth resonated with the wind spirit sword body, hovering around him.

"Arrogance!" Wu Zhufeng's expression was slightly cold, he admitted that Xu Ling's cultivation talent was indeed very strong, but in terms of cultivation, Wu Zhufeng was now a Dao Seed Realm!

At a glance, Xu Ling had no chance of winning at all.

"Flames blaze the plain!" Wu Zhufeng took the lead, and the red sword in his right hand slashed out a raging fire at Xu Ling.

Xu Ling said easily, but his expression was extremely dignified, he didn't dare to resist this blow head-on at all, and used his disorganized footwork to dodge this blow.

Xu Ling is now a Lingwu Sixth, and Martial Zhufeng is a Dao Seed Realm Dual, this battle is even more difficult than fighting against Ji Changsheng at the Recruiting Conference, but Xu Ling will definitely not give in.

"The first style has no wind to rise!" Xu Ling did not choose to defend himself, dodging this blow and casting the Ling Feng Sword Technique on Wu Zhufeng.

The second type is the wind and the waterfall, the third is the wind to move the rock, and the fourth is to cut the iron......

After four consecutive styles, Wu Zhufeng's expression was easy to deal with, and Xu Ling couldn't hurt him at all.

"Hahaha, I thought that the genius of the Nine Rank Spirit Root was so powerful that he couldn't even touch the corner of my clothes, so you, the young sect master, still let me do it. ”

Wu Zhufeng couldn't help laughing and laughed, looking at Xu Ling's eyes full of contempt and sarcasm.

However, Wu Zhufeng forgot that he was still a martial artist at Xu Ling's age.

"The fifth style, the wind and the sky!"

Xu Ling gritted his teeth and used the Ling Feng Sword Duel Fifth Form, and he was helpless, after all, the gap in cultivation was too big.