While several people at the Li family's rescue station were preparing their own rescue plans, Qi Yuan and the others, who had been unknown, were obediently staying in the dilapidated inn to deal with the sudden cultivators.

"Take the pen as the spirit, the ink as the soul, the bone as the medium, and the blood as the contract...... The form is in, the body is revealed, and the contract is formed. "Belonging to the young man, the clear voice is ethereal in the tattered inn full of smoke.

Sitting on a high platform, the wolf soaked in ink walked on the white rice paper. Different from the delicate appearance of the young man, the things drawn on the rice paper are hideous and abnormal.

Biting off his index finger, he dripped blood into the painting he had just drawn, and as the sound stopped, a burst of red shot out of the paper and landed on the ground. When the red light clears, the object on the painting jumps to the ground.

The shopkeepers who were still scattered in the dilapidated inn and had nowhere to go were shocked, this breath, this service, and this appearance...... It's clearly a member of the Gu clan!

Regardless of the other party's surprise, Qi Yuan was still unhurriedly drawing talismans on the high platform. After a while, many souls who had died in battle for many years appeared behind him on the periphery of the Gobi Mountains here, and the young man had no other changes except for his pale face.

Qi Yuan's subordinates relied on the fresh force summoned by the talisman to join the battlefield, and the disadvantage of the remnants of the defeated soldiers left behind by the Li clan was pulled back a few points. Those monks with low cultivation were greatly encouraged, and their momentum increased sharply, and for a while, it was difficult to distinguish between the top and the bottom.

Just when they were tied up and inseparable in this dilapidated inn, the elders of the Gu clan, who had rarely appeared in the Nether Realm, led the army belatedly.

The leader is dressed in white hair, the corners of his mouth are hooked with a flirtatious arc, and between chuckles, the sun and the moon lose their brilliance. The most peculiar thing is the three-petaled heterochromatic lotus flower between his eyebrows that is no different from the rumored and the pretentious veil on his face.

"Kill them all. The thin lips of the Shura-like youth were lightly opened, and the smile under the veil was indeed cruel.

Qi Yuan turned his head sharply, his eyes surveyed and avoided the tip of the knife, but the young man's technique was too fast, and he couldn't avoid the aftermath of the blade, and drew a knife on the bridge of Qi Yuan's nose.

Qi Yuan only felt the coldness of the blade at first, and then there was a slight pain and a slight itch due to the blood flowing, but fortunately it was not heavy, it should only scratch the skin.

"Brother Qi!"

"Hmm!"

At the same time as the injury, the voices of mute and Qi Yue also sounded in his ears. Qi Yuan pursed his lips, and said in his heart that the two of them were panicking, flipped the long sword in his hand with one hand, clenched it upward, and stabbed the young man in the throat.

I thought that after the young man attacked him, he would not have time to retract, but who knew that the young man's legs suddenly stretched out, and his toes were a little stronger, and his body quickly shrank back, and the blade of the long sword only cut off the corner of the young man's veil!

Qi Yuan's heart was shocked, although it was only for a moment just now, he could clearly see the face covered under the light veil, the young man's face covered by the light veil was actually extremely pale, like a human corpse, without the slightest anger.

The face was full of protruding white lines, as if those white lines were faintly black, and as far as I could see, this young man was clearly not mortal.

When the young man stood still, the exposed skin was covered with a light veil again, and the protruding legs returned to their original appearance.

Qi Yuan didn't dare to hesitate any longer, made a small move silently, moved to the young man very quickly, and stabbed the long sword into the young man's right shoulder while the young man was stunned.

The young man didn't say a word, the long sword sword slid out of his body, and Qi Yuan was about to stab him in the left shoulder, but the young man actually held the long sword with his injured right hand!

Qi Yuan struggled, and seeing that he still refused to let go, he let go of the long sword and swept back.

And Qi Yue, who was protected by the mute and the remaining private soldiers of the Li family, saw that Qi Yuan was still wrestling with the young man Fang Cai, and he couldn't help but be anxious, but he didn't dare to interrupt in this ever-changing battle.

At this moment, the young man flew towards Qi Yuan again, holding his long sword in his hand. Qi Yuan pointed to the ground on tiptoe, swept upward, and slammed the young man's face with a palm in his hand.

The young man didn't seem to expect it, so he had to stab the long sword into Qi Yuan's palm, and at this time, Qi Yuan's hand suddenly clenched, pinching the young man's wrist, and his fingertips were placed on the veins of his wrist!

The pulse gate is the weight of the death door of the martial artist, and no one who is pressed by the pulse gate will not dare to move lightly. Sure enough, the young man's figure paused, and Qi Yuan took the opportunity to hook his leg and press down violently, and the young man instantly fell to his knees.

Then, Qi Yuan unloaded the young man's arms, and sealed the young man's meridians with a talisman drawn with blood generation cinnabar, ensuring that he could no longer move. Unexpectedly, Qi Yuan was about to turn his head, and a pair of sharp iron claws grabbed him by the neck!

"Uh!" Qi Yuan only heard a muffled snort, and when he looked at it, the iron-clawed young man's vest was steadily inserted into several swing nails, and when he looked up again, it was Qi Yue's angry eyes.

Qi Yuan smiled dryly, and then fought with another young man who came forward.

Even if it was the three of them and the remnants of the Li family's private soldiers, the number of Gu clans was not much less.

The people under the Shura didn't seem to be afraid of pain, no matter how injured and bleeding were, they still refused to retreat, and gradually Qi Yuan felt a little strained, and the sweat in his hands even made him a little unable to hold the long sword.

Suddenly, I heard a rustling sound in the woods, and a strong wind blew. Qi Yuan squinted slightly, only to see a piece of black rushing here, and it took a few moments to see clearly that the private soldiers who had gone out to run errands at the Li family's rescue station had come back for reinforcements!

Seeing this, Na Shura also frowned, his lips pursed together, and his hands were unconsciously clenched deeply, as if he was making some decision.

Qi Yuan knew that he couldn't relax at the moment, but he couldn't help but glance at the dumb man and Qi Yue, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but he couldn't show it on his face, and he was still fighting the enemy with all his might.

"Reinforcements from the Li family!" roared the black-scarfed youth, sweat soaking his sideburns.

The veiled man heard it in his ears, knew that everything was a foregone conclusion, and took a deep breath: "Withdraw!"

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At night, Qi Yuan lay on the bed and couldn't sleep, so he simply stared at the darkness in front of him with his eyes wide open, put the long sword in front of the bed, and stroked the hilt of the sword with his right hand.

At this time, there was a slight sound of footsteps on the roof, Qi Yuan picked up the long sword next to the pillow, and still lay on the bed and stared at the roof.

The back window was pried open with a "snap", and a black-clad masked man hung upside down under the window, looking in, looking for a while but not intending to come in. I saw the man in black raise his right hand and throw something towards Qi Yuan.

It seems that this person is very familiar with the environment here, Qi Yuan thought as he jumped up from the bed to avoid the hidden weapon. In the faint moonlight, the hidden weapon was nothing more than a stone.

Qi Yuan glanced at the window and said unhurriedly, "Who are you?"

The man in black was startled, lowered the window, and the man jumped back, leaving only one sentence: "Follow me." ”

Qi Yuan jumped out of the window and saw the man in black not far away rushing west, and then to the west was outside the city. However, he had never been afraid of anything, so he followed after a little contemplation.

This black-clothed man is medium in height, thin and small, and his light skills are very good, but he is still a little bit worse than Qi Yuan, but because he runs in front of him and often makes unexpected turns or climbs over the wall, Qi Yuan will not be able to catch up with him for a while.

When the two men climbed over the city walls one after another to reach the outside of the city, the city was flat and there were few obstacles, so the distance between them became shorter and shorter. The man in black looked left and right at the same place, then suddenly stopped and turned to face Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan also stopped in front of him and looked at him: "Who are you, from the Li clan?"

The man in black was a little impatient: "Why are you asking this, I'm just here to help someone spread the word tonight?"

Qi Yuan was not rude, and hugged his fists and said, "Oh, I really don't know anyone I know in this capital?"

There was some sarcasm in the black-clothed man's tone: "What are you doing with so much, I'm just here to tell you that two days later, Nian'an Qiaotou, in the middle of the night." Of course, before you go, I have to make sure you have what it takes!"

Qi Yuan was originally in a depressed mood, but when he heard his words at this time, he couldn't help laughing: "Ability? But ......."

The man in black didn't seem to want to say more: "Mother-in-law's annoying, take out your sword quickly, let us compete." ”

Qi Yuan wanted to say more to him: "I pulled out the sword, you have no chance to win me, why don't you sneak attack me?" He looked at the young man's empty hands, deliberately raised the sword in front of him and said, "I brought a sword." ”

The man in black snorted coldly, a little smug: "I'm also ready." As he spoke, a harrier turned over, jumped to a big tree, and took out a stick from behind the tree, and his actions always carried a childish spirit.

Qi Yuan looked at his movements, and suddenly guessed who he was, feeling a little funny, he held his sword with both hands: "Did you say that you made the first move, or did I make the first move?"

The man in black hated his playful tone, and said solemnly and angrily: "I'm not here to joke with you, I'm going to teach you a lesson." As he spoke, he picked up his stick and jumped high, rushing towards Qi Yuan from mid-air.

In Qi Yuan's opinion, his anger was childish, but the shot was extremely ruthless, Qi Yuan was so good that he avoided the stick on one side, and the sword in his hand pointed at the abdomen of the man in black, and the stick of the man in black was a little on the ground, and he hurriedly rolled to the right to avoid the long sword.

Qi Yuan smiled: "Your move just now is very good, but it is not practical." ”

The man in black was furious, let out a shout, and the long stick swept towards Qi Yuan's waist.

Qi Yuan's long sword was still unsheathed, he put the long sword on the ground a little and the whole person leaned back, the stick swept in front of him with a whistling, his move was clever but also thrilling.

The black-clothed people were secretly happy in their hearts, thinking: This time you have nowhere to escape. He followed the trend of the stick and quickly smashed it into a circle towards Qi Yuan, who was in mid-air.

Unbeknownst to him, Qi Yuan had already spotted a stone raised in front of his right foot, and while his body fell to the ground, his right foot was a little on the stone, and the whole person withdrew from the range of the long stick, and then turned over and looked at the man in black with a smile.