After Wujian sent them away, he sighed lightly and stepped forward to investigate Uncle Qinghui's injuries, and he was also entangled in his heart about how to deal with him. When I probed, my heart was relieved: Heguang Dao Chang had already thought about it for himself and locked the meridians of Uncle Qinghui.

"Escort Uncle Qinghui to the ancestral hall!"

"Yes!"

Somewhere in Kunlun Mountain. The man in black reported: "Report - the mission failed, and the seventeenth prince escaped!"

"Heh!" When the Eighth Prince heard this, he sneered, "Abu, am I too relaxed with you to let you repay me for the failure of the mission so justifiably?"

"No... Yes!" Abu knelt on the ground, "I was rescued by a superior man on the way, and I... Careless. ”

"What other reason?" the Eighth Prince angrily placed the teacup on the table, splashing a table of tea leaves. The guards next to him were worried for a while, but when they saw that the Eighth Prince restrained himself, his heart was relieved: If this teacup is broken again, you will have to use the pickled and filthy vulgar cup!

"There is no reason! it is a dereliction of duty on the part of his subordinates, please punish the prince!" Abu no longer pleaded and was ready to accept the punishment. There is no grievance in this matter, it is indeed my own carelessness. It's just that, alas, if I listen to a song, I will be punished, and I will probably be happy to death!

How can you have such a strange idea? It's hopeless!

"Punishment must be punished! It's just that now there is a good opportunity to make meritorious service for the guilty, and if it is done well, the punishment can be waived, and even the punishment can be rewarded and promoted!"

"Subordinates must seize the opportunity to make up for their mistakes!"

"Well, though, it's not your task alone!" the Eighth Prince glanced at everyone, "What I just said, you're all included!"

"Yes!"

Kunlun faction. Wujian stayed by the side of Qinghui Dao Chief, day and night. First, he was afraid that Daoist Qinghui's remnants would rescue him, and he would not be able to explain to the martial arts people; second, he was eager to ask Daoist Qinghui a question: Why? Why can he do it? He is your most beloved senior brother and our most beloved leader! Is it just for the sake of the court? The glory of the imperial court?

After a day of treatment and recuperation, Daoist Qinghui slowly opened his eyes, subconsciously mobilized his internal force, and found that he was powerless: Hehe, the head of the light path...

struggled to get up and woke up Wujian who was guarding the side. Wujian first stood up vigilantly, looked at Daoist Qinghui vigilantly, and saw that it was very difficult for him to even get up, so he confirmed that he was not a threat to himself.

"Uncle Shi, you're awake. Wujian brought a bowl of water to Daoist Qinghui.

Daoist Qinghui looked at the bowl of clear water, remembered the bowl of medicinal soup, looked at it blankly, saw red eyes, and saw tears.

"This bowl of water is not poisoned, you can drink it with confidence!"

The harsh ridicule, Qinghui Dao Chang was ashamed and annoyed, but he was helpless, everything was in the past, it became a fact, and it could not be changed.

Drinking water, although it moistens the dry throat, it can't moisten the dead heart.

"The moment you took the poison of the Eighth Prince, did you think of today's fate?" Wujian glared fiercely at the haggard and withered, like a dead ash Uncle Qinghui, a little unbearable, but, unforgivable! He only deserves a vicious look and merciless ridicule!

Gently put the bowl on the ground, Qinghui Dao Chang lay down: "I'm already dead!"

"Then have you figured out how to face the third junior brother, the senior brother, and the master?"

"People like me will probably go to eighteen floors of hell!

"You! Yes, you kind of mad and profit-driven person should go to the eighteenth layer of hell, be tortured for eternity, and be unable to be reborn!" Wujian became more and more vicious and excited the more he spoke, "Not only did you kill the master, but more importantly, you made the Kunlun faction lose face and face an indelible shame! When and when was my great Kunlun so humiliated by others knocking on the door, obediently bowing my head and obeying? If I hadn't begged hard, you, the master, would have been beaten to death on the spot!" The face of the Kunlun faction will be thrown into the dirt because of you, and people will be trampled on fiercely, and the arrogance of the Kunlun faction will never exist again!

"This is your own humiliation!" Qinghui Dao Elder roared, "If you don't make this matter public, if you don't ask the heads of other sects to help, in the future, they will all have to surrender to the feet of Kunlun!"

Wujian said angrily: "At this time, do you still count on the imperial court? Do you still have a little bit of the arrogance of the Kunlun faction? Uncle Qinghui, you are not worthy of being a member of the Kunlun faction!"

"Arrogant and arrogant! That's just the imagination of a handful of you! It's worthless in the face of survival!" Qinghui Dao Chang said coldly, and even with some disdain.

Just as Wujian was about to refute, suddenly a disciple came running with blood all over his body: "Oh no! The Eighth Prince led people into the Kunlun faction!"

"What!" Wujian was shocked and looked at Daoist Qinghui, "Are they here to save you?"

Daoist Qinghui knew that the Eighth Emperor was not here to save himself, but for the sword in the center of the ancestral hall.

"Surrender! I can let the Eighth Prince spare your life!"

"Hmph! Don't you look down on our arrogance? Today, I'll show you the arrogance of the Kunlun Sect's disciples! Go, follow me to fight the enemy!"

"Yes!"

Wujian carried the ancient photos and rushed out of the room with a murderous spirit. Daoist Qinghui listened to the sound of the door locking, listened to the footsteps that gradually disappeared, struggled to stand up, trembled and walked to the Ice and Snow Jade Dragon Sword, and burst into tears: "Senior brother, I hurt Kunlun!

Daoist Qinghui peeled off his clothes, revealing his chest, and sure enough, the evil mark was disappearing: "Eighth Prince, I really underestimated you! However, don't be too complacent, the Ice and Snow Jade Dragon Sword, I won't let you get it anyway!"

The Eighth Prince stood proudly on the square, glanced at the Kunlun sect disciples who were squatting on the ground, and said to Abu, "Where is our old friend Daoist Qinghui?"

"Looking!"

"Which one is Wujian?"

Abu pointed to the nearest man who was tied with a rope and said, "That's him!"

The Eighth Prince chuckled, stepped forward, and met Wujian's angry gaze: "It's quite tenacious, boy!"

After that, he pulled out a knife and cut off Wujian's arm, Wujian's face was red with pain, but he couldn't help but say nothing.

"Boy, there is a kind!" the Eighth Emperor Prince gestured to Wujian's other arm, "However, there is a saying, those who know the times are Junjie! As long as you tell me where the Qinghui Daoist is, or directly tell me where the Ice and Snow Jade Dragon Sword is, I can spare you and them!"

Wujian snorted coldly and tilted his head to the side, revealing a look of disdain.

"Heh!" The Eighth Prince raised his knife and was about to cut it down, when one person came to report: "Report - Daoist Qinghui has found it!"

"Oh, where?"

The eighth prince followed the guard's finger and saw that the two of them were escorting Qinghui Dao Chief.

"Hahaha!" the eighth prince laughed and greeted him, "Long time no see, old friend! You make me want to die! Look at the amount of effort I spent to find you!"

Daoist Qinghui glanced at Wujian and felt a pain in his heart: "What did you do to him?"

"Hey!" the Eighth Prince smiled, "It's just a game!" I asked him to answer, but he didn't answer, so he had to lose an arm!"

"You!"

"Why are you angry? I still want to play this game with you!" the Eighth Prince smiled, "However, since we are both old friends, I won't cut off your arm!"

"Eighth Prince, you're too much!" Qinghui Dao Chang's anger burned red, "It's my fault for underestimating you, but this time it's you underestimating me!"

"Oh?" the Eighth Prince asked dismissively, "Where is the Ice and Snow Jade Dragon Sword?"

Qinghui Dao Chang did not answer.

The Eighth Prince walked to Wujian's side: "You stay until the end!"

Then, he walked up to the other disciple: "You know what?"

"I don't know!"

The knife fell, and the blood was like an infusion.

Daoist Qinghui shouted angrily: "Don't bother! Even if you kill all the people of the Kunlun Sect, I won't tell you!"

"Hah!

The Eighth Emperor took Daoist Qinghui and walked up to the next Kunlun Sect disciple and asked, "Do you know?"

"I don't know!"

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