"I can't help myself. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Le Wuxian bone fan turned, and easily resolved Gu Yufei and the sword moves of the early Ming Dynasty.

The two of them took advantage of their strength to step back, pause slightly, and attack him on the left and right.

Jingxi relied on the cover of the two people's bodies, followed the gap, and used a trick of the white dragon to swing the tail.

Wang Seventeen took the opportunity to go around behind Le Wuyi and detonate the flame talisman.

Le Wuyi's eyes narrowed slightly, behind him was a raging fire, and there was a spirit whip in front of him carrying a stream of water, and the left and right retreats were sealed. He snorted coldly, he really spared no effort, but the difference in the realm is not just talking, and this level of attack is not enough.

The bone fan in his hand flew in the air, knocking off his opponents on the left and right, and then he was short, avoiding the spirit whip and the flame talisman. Water and fire collided, and suddenly the whole audience was filled with mist.

Wang Qiqi and Jingxi saw that the situation was not good, and immediately prepared to retreat.

"You two are too annoying", Le Wuyi waved his bone fan, and a black gas shot out.

"Seventeen, be careful." At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, he was the first to find out, issued a warning, and at the same time flew to the rescue.

When Wang XVII heard this, he immediately swept to the left. However, the speed of the black qi was too fast, and before he could fully activate the defensive magic weapon, he was hit by the black qi, flew upside down, and crashed into the trunk of the tree and passed out.

"A ......," Le Wuyi said lightly, and then turned to Jingxi and waved out another black gas.

"Jingxi, retreat." Gu Yufei immediately slashed across with a sword light.

The black qi collided with the sword light, and most of it disappeared, but its momentum continued unabated, and it still rushed towards Jingxi.

Having to be reminded, she hurriedly activated the self-defense weapon and blocked the blow.

"Demon cultivator?" Jingxi exclaimed. Seeing that his magic weapon was using white bones as a fan, she had some suspicions. It is only because some monks in the decent sect have unique hobbies, and many of them use bones as ritual weapons, that they cannot be sure. After a fight just now, she concluded that the person in front of her was indeed a demon cultivator.

Le Wuxian sighed and waved his hand in a helpless manner, "Hehe, I found it." ”

Jingxi was full of excitement and asked, "Do you know what kind of place this is, how dare you come here to spread wild." ”

"Why don't you dare, do you think the Shangqing Sect still has the leisure to take care of your little disciples?"

Seeing that Le Wuxian looked fearless, the heart of the Ming Dynasty sank, and more than an hour had passed since the seventeenth sent out the distress signal, and it was not far from the sect here, and it was reasonable that someone should have come to support, but now, ......

"You stopped our distress message?" Ming Chu asked expressionlessly.

"The little girl reacted very quickly", Le Wuxian turned to her and held up a finger, "But I guessed not quite right." ”

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, his heart sank to the bottom, so that there was already action on the side of the Demon Dao. She subconsciously looked at Gu Yufei, and her heart was full of doubts. Who is he? Why did a demon cultivator come to kidnap him? Is he making an enmity with someone or is he also a demon?

Ming Chu was taken aback by his own conjectures, and then overturned them one by one. Gu Yufei is only three years older than her, and it is unlikely that he will have an enmity with someone at such an age. But if it is said that he is a person in the Demon Dao, it doesn't make sense, Qiuting Zhenjun, as the Yuanying Zhenjun of the Canglan Sword Sect, it is impossible to accept people from the Demon Dao as disciples.

Gu Yufei also had this guess, he looked at Ming Chu, but saw that she avoided his gaze. He turned his head, rubbing his sword in silence.

Le Wuxian simply stopped and looked at the three people on the field with interest. With his cultivation, it would be effortless to get rid of them, and he didn't mind giving them more time to have a good time with himself.

"Little girl, it seems that you already have the answer." Le Wuxian withdrew the bone fan back to his waist and replaced it with an ordinary landscape fan.

"I know how, I don't know what, the sky is falling, there is a tall man on top, we just need to be responsible for bringing you down." Ming Chu smiled indifferently, and his eyebrows were full of determination. Their back road has been cut off, and now they can only fight against the water to have a chance of survival. Even if it is really time to fight for life and death, she still has a back hand.

Seeing her confident, Le Wuxian was stunned for a moment. As soon as he closed the fan in his hand, he showed a smile, "Little girl, I'm a little reluctant to kill you." ”

"That's more love from the seniors." The bright light of Qingbo's sword body reflected on her face, reflecting her eyes as bright as water. She changed her voice and said, "I don't need to, though. ”

The smile on Le Wuxian stopped and he pinched the fan in his hand into powder. He patted his palm and sighed, "I'm not happy anymore, so you have to be my puppet." ”

When the words fell, he pulled out the bone fan and attacked the early Ming Dynasty first.

Since the beginning of the battle, her nerves have been tense, even if she was gossiping just now, she has not relaxed in the slightest. As soon as the other party moved, she reacted closely and avoided the pre-calculated route.

Le Wuxian turned around in the air and fanned twice in her direction.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, he quickly retreated, and the spiritual power spread all over his body, and at the same time opened the defensive magic cover of the jade hairpin.

Spiritual power mixed with black qi surged over, like a flood bursting the embankment, roaring down.

At this time, she was extremely awake, and she could clearly sense the collision of the spiritual power with the protective light mask, and then the black qi slowly covered it, eating away at the light mask inch by inch, just like clear water dying ink, gradually losing its clarity.

"At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty", Jingxi shouted loudly, and then flew over, the spirit whip in his hand was like a white tornado, and it continued to attack Le Wuxi.

"Second ......" he tapped the bone fan in his hand, and flicked the spirit whip back, and then flicked his cuffs without raising his eyes.

Jing Xi was in mid-air, and he didn't have time to dodge, and was hit in the chest by the rebounding spirit whip and fell out of the way.

Gu Yufei didn't have time to check her situation, so he took out a series of magic tricks in his hand and slapped them on the sword.

The sword buzzed, the ghostly light was great, and the purple thunder surrounded the sword body. Gu Yufei controlled the Xuanjian and turned into a rain of thousands of swords, shooting towards the other party.

Le Wuxian frowned slightly, looked at him and sneered: "How many times can you perform such a sword move?" At the same time, a bone fan was sacrificed to protect the whole body.

Gu Yufei's face tightened, what Le Wuxian said was true, such a sword move was extremely spiritually powerful, and with his cultivation of the seventh layer of Qi cultivation, even if he was in his heyday, he could only use it once at most. He can still stand, supported by perseverance. If you can't hurt the other party like this, it's really going to kill him.

At this time, the beginning of the Ming Dynasty came out of trouble.

Gu Yufei raised his eyes and saw her hanging in the air, and the Qingbo Sword in front of her was bright and bright. He frowned, a rare hint of worry in his eyes. With her current physical condition, she was not suitable for the sword technique that killed the thin monk.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, a small amount of spiritual power remained in the air, and the spiritual power of the whole body erupted from his hands.

The Qingbo Sword was stimulated by spiritual power, and the sword light poured down on the earth like water.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, he endured the severe pain in the meridians and pinched out the last trick. Qingbo Sword was full of spiritual light, with raging fire, and threw himself into the sword rain.