Outside the Demon Sword Realm. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Dingfeng Chou successfully received the demon queen who broke through, and then found a safe place, ready to start knowing and reasoning with emotion.

In the first place in the four seas, the second wave of assassinations against Hua Ji was ushered in. Ji Wuhua was protected by the white-clothed Jianshao on the left, and Guo Cailin, the second shopkeeper on the right, sat quietly in the middle of the lobby and waited for news.

Although there were no customers, the main entrance of the restaurant was ajar. The atmosphere around was eerily quiet, except for the sound of two young men, Meow Tiger, busy cleaning up the tables and chairs.

Originally a good friend of the Temple of Heaven, Xiangjun Xiang Qixue stumbled into the door at this time. Ever since Hanahime was taken away from the Temple of Heaven, the former presiding officer of the Temple of Heaven Flower Festival has also disappeared as if out of thin air. Even Ji Wuhua raised her head with a surprised expression: "Xiangjun?"

The person who most likely disappeared and died because of the idea of many forces to fight Ji Wuhua appeared in such a sensitive place at this time.

The white-clothed sword did not move, and pressed the sword box.

"Hanahime, you're really fine!"

Xiang Qixue was dressed unharmed, but her face was three points more melancholy, and she almost cried with joy at this time: "I saw that the Temple of Heaven was ruined, and I heard the news brought by Qin Fake Immortal on the way, and the nightmare by the river poured out, I am really afraid that Hua Ji You have been poisoned." ”

After all, they are best friends, and friends are so moved that people can't bear it. Ji Wuhua lowered her eyes slightly, and got up to greet her: "I'm fine, I have to worry about Lao Xiangjun." At the moment when the two approached, Xiang Qixue's face suddenly struggled, and a dagger suddenly poked out from his sleeve and stabbed Ji Wuhua fiercely!

Ji Wuhua was taken aback. The white-clothed sword shao had already come out of the sword, like a sword in the breeze, silently, and instantly slashed through Xiang Qixue's heart.

When the dagger fell to the ground, Xiang Qixue was hit by a sword in her chest, her expression was relieved from that strange struggle, and she fell to Ji Wuhua on one side. Next to him, Guo Cailin reminded loudly: "This person is controlled by others." ”

Xiang Qixue's voice was weak before she died: "Hua Ji...... Be careful. ”

He squirted a mouthful of black blood towards Ji Wuhua. The white-clothed sword Shao's heart was beating violently, and it was too late to save him. At the same time that everyone's attention was attracted by the movement here, a sword light suddenly slashed from above towards the white-clothed sword with the strongest combat power present.

There's a killer sneaking into the second floor!

The sword is already in hand, and the white-clothed sword is ruthless, like the wind. However, outside the main gate, there was another purple-clothed figure with a speed like the wind carrying a sharp sword, which suddenly passed Guo Cailin, who could not react at all, and came towards Ji Wuhua who was dyed with poison, which was worthy of a sword owl.

It was at this time that the Traces of the Wind appeared.

Before the white-clothed figure appeared, almost no one could know where he was hiding. Even the strategy behind it believed that the Scar of the Wind should appear in a more suitable place, rather than beside Ji Wuhua, who seemed to be useless.

The white-clothed sword boy and the silver-clothed swordman on the other side quickly ended the battle, and the two confronted each other.

The last hole card of the strategy, the purple-clothed killer Kai, who can almost stand side by side with Tianji, was completely restrained to the end by the suddenly appearing Demon Flow Sword, and the sword had just touched the corner of Hua Ji's clothes, and was forced to retreat three steps by the sharp edge of the white streamer in the wind.

There was a clank and a round of hand-to-hand. The Scar of the Wind stood still and did not move, his hands behind his back, his eyes widened, and the Demon Flow Sword was wrapped in the clothes belt, levitating in the air, protecting Ji Wuhua from afar.

With this person, the operation was declared a failure.

The silver-clothed masked man and the purple-clothed killer Kai exchanged a look, and although their faces were unwilling, the two were ready to retreat. At this moment, a huge iron cage fell from the sky above the first one in the four seas, trapping everyone present in it. The scars of the wind moved slightly.

It's a shut-in-the-door dog!

The purple-clothed killer Kai immediately changed his mind, and pointed forward with his sword, for the sake of today's plan, only by sacrificing and capturing Ji Wuhua can he have a chance to survive.

But Guo Cailin showed an unbearable look. The scars of the wind have long been aware, but they can hold their breath. "Ji Wuhua", who was behind him, was taking off his disguise little by little under the gaze of the two killers. The person who took off the wig was the suave owner of the coffin shop next door.

The white-clothed sword was really a little surprised. And the scars of the wind slowly moved out of the way.

Since the corpse collector organization formed an alliance with the Tiantian coffin shop, it has always been able to save some half-dead martial artists. Therefore, most of the shopkeepers who can be sent to open a store in the Central Plains have a background in martial arts. The seemingly gentle shopkeeper uncle took out a heavy nine-ring machete from behind the chair and kicked away the dead body of Xiang Qixue on the ground, "Kill!"

The real Hanahime people are in the Temple of Heaven.

How can such a dangerous place be suitable for a beauty who only likes flowers and does not set foot in martial arts. After Ji Wuhua woke up, she was also thinking about whether she was too weak and was bullied everywhere?

The Temple of Heaven has been rebuilt, but the flowers around it are not cared for, and many of them have withered. Quinthony bounced happily with a bouquet full of flowers. The three people next to him, who were responsible for sending Ji Wuhua to the Temple of Heaven safely, had different expressions.

The Shadow Corpse Man looked at the stone brain silly.

Ye Tuling finally couldn't help but ask: "Big boy, when did you do something for that Qin Asan?"

"It's not very simple, they are all surnamed Qin, this family, this family~" The shadow corpse man doesn't care at all, as long as Qin Fake Immortal doesn't beat and scold people casually and gives him food, what does it matter who he does things for.

"Your eldest boy was also born as a corpse collector, so what's wrong with helping your brother?" Qin Fake Immortal raised his hand and touched the head of Ye Tuling's bag: "Isn't it good to let Hua Ji return to the Temple of Heaven and live and work in peace and contentment?"

That's good.

But isn't Shazhou Yizi still waiting for Hanahime to save the lives of a large group of people?

The question that Ye Tuling is puzzled with is actually very simple.

Qin Fake Immortal was the de facto leader of the corpse collector organization. It was, and it still is. Qin Xiaochuan never intended to recover this debt.

The corpse collector organization that lives at the bottom of the martial arts, and only Qin Fake Immortal, who has been climbing up from the bottom of the martial arts, is the most suitable to control. And this relationship may have been really known, but it has never been asked directly.

"Gentleman Qin. Ji Wuhua gently fell to the ground from the Qinghe cup, and stepped on the dust with both feet: "Can you do Hua Ji a favor?"

It was as if she had woken up from her contemplation.

Qin Fake Immortal did not hide what Feng Lingyun and the others were doing. Hanahime, who once lived in the first house in the four seas, has also heard some insiders more or less.

Ji Wuhua said: "Please send me to the bank of the Wanli River." There are some things that Hua Ji wants to explain clearly to Qin San Gongzi in person. ”

Oh, this is about a breakup.

The Shadow Corpse's eyes lit up. Hanahime's voice was soft. Qin Fake Immortal finally put away his impatient thoughts, and refused: "I'm sorry Miss Hua Ji, it's too dangerous outside, you might as well wait here quietly, they will be back soon......"

A brocade bag was suddenly thrown into Qin Fake Immortal's arms, and he heard the sound of hurried horses' hooves from far and near.

"Wow!" The Karma Spirit and the Shadow Corpse Man were almost hit by the galloping ghost carriage, and they saw the light quickly take Ji Wuhua away, and then the black and white skeleton horse turned around sharply, and the ghost carriage ran forward like the wind, leaving the Temple of Heaven in an instant.

Su really finally made a move.

Qin Fake Immortal opened the bag and read the letter, his face changed, the death of the second knife turned out to be the hand of his brother, ouch, trouble is coming!