Chapter 113: Slaughtered by others Mysterious master

"Where are you going? It's so late, why don't we give you two a ride?" Liu'er Xian took a step forward, looked at Lin Shuihan and Nan Kong Qian with a smile, Nan Kong Qian's heart was shocked, he looked around, and couldn't help but feel fear in his heart, he pretended to be calm and said: "No, no need, let's just go by ourselves." ”

"Wouldn't it be just right if we went to Frost City?" Liu'er Xian's smile began to become gloomy, "We're going to Frost City too, by the way!"

Nan Kongqian's heart was shocked again, he was so frightened by Liu'er Xian's weird smile that his forehead began to sweat, he knew that if he met them by chance, Liu'er Xian would definitely not let them go, so he immediately lowered his head and began to think about how to escape!

Liu'er Xian sneered, "The disciples of the Qilin Sect really regard death as home!" Before the words fell, he was about to step forward to teach Lin Shuihan a lesson, but before he could take a step, a gust of wind blew beside him-

The Wind Catkins has already taken the lead, conjuring up the Qi Blade and fighting with Lin Shuihan!

Because of the sudden attack of the wind flocculent killed Lin Shuihan by surprise, his speed made Lin Shuihan not react for a while, the qi blade slashed through his body, and a long blood stain was scraped on his chest, Lin Shuihan didn't expect his speed to be so fast, and hurriedly swung his sword to fight back, and at the same time did not forget to remind Nankong to hide aside, but Lin Shuihan was too weak, his swordsmanship and pace looked vulnerable in the comparison of the wind floc, but in the blink of an eye, the wind floc had already slashed dozens of knives on him, respectively on his arm, Dozens of bloody cuts were drawn on the back!

"Lin Shuihan!" Nankong looked at Lin Shuihan's opponent and wanted to step forward to help, but as soon as he took a step, he was stopped by the man in black behind him, Liu'er Xian walked in front of him, but kicked him hard, so he easily knelt down in front of him, Liu'er Xian smiled with satisfaction, looked at him condescendingly, and said: "If you want to help, you must at least have the ability, Nan Kongqian, do you know what will happen if you hit a stone with an egg?"

"Liu'er Xian! Don't go too far! Lin Shuihan is a disciple of the Qilin Sect! If you kill him! Xiao Yuan and his master will definitely not let you go!" Nan Kongqian shouted at him, and Liu'er Xian smiled disdainfully, "What! If I kill Xiao Yuan today, his master won't let me go, that Lin Shuihan-"

He glanced back at him, Lin Shuihan at this time was not Feng Zhifu's opponent at all, every move and every style fell under his speed, Liu'er Xian looked back at Nankong Qian, and said coldly: "Do you think such a waste, the people of Qilin Gate will feel distressed?"

"Lin Shuihan! Lin Shuihan!" Nankong looked at Lin Shuihan's body dripping with blood, and his heart couldn't help but hurt fiercely, watching his friends being abused and bullied like this, and he couldn't do anything! This blank sense of powerlessness engulfed him fiercely, and he suddenly lost his mind, and his crazy hands suddenly grabbed Liu'er Xian's neck, trying to kill him with all his might, "If you kill Lin Shuihan, I won't let you go!"

Liu'er Xian looked at Nan Kongqian with interest, as if he was very satisfied with his appearance, suddenly, his eyes changed suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Nan Kongqian's neck suddenly, and with a little force, he easily lifted him into the air, he sneered, "Your father handed over the Dusheng mirror to you, it's a waste, people like you live in the world, it's a big joke!"

After that, he exerted even more force on his hands, wanting to strangle Nankong Qian alive!

And Lin Shuihan was exhausted by the torture of the wind flots, he was neither his opponent, nor could he resist his speed, he could only let him spin around him, dazzling himself, Lin Shuihan only felt that there was a 'dazzle' sound on the ground into his ears, when he knelt on the ground due to physical exhaustion, the sharp blade of the wind floc easily crossed his neck, he squinted slightly, a little surprised, "Xiao Yuan's fellow junior brother, at this level?"

Lin Shuihan looked at him with difficulty, there were dozens of scars on his body than before, his clothes were tattered, bloodstained, and a trace of blood couldn't help but ooze from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were still firm, he looked at the wind and said word by word: "Senior Brother Xiao Yuan, much more powerful than you!" In the Qilin Sect, no one can compare with Senior Brother Xiao Yuan!"

"Really?" Feng Zhixu didn't believe it, Lin Shuihan said again: "I admit that your speed is very fast, but even so, you are by no means the opponent of Senior Brother Xiao Yuan. He stared at the wind with sharp eyes, his eyes seemed to have a raging fire, unfortunately, he felt that his body also seemed to have a fire burning, as if there was a force ready to move around in his body, the sharp eyes of the wind floc noticed his abnormality, and couldn't help frowning, "It seems that you are not as simple as I thought." ”

After that, he raised his qi blade again and swung his knife straight down! Lin Shuihan raised his hands with all his strength to resist, and when his hands touched the qi blade, he only heard an earth-shattering shout, and Lin Shuihan's hands miraculously resisted the breath carried by the qi blade! Lin Shuihan's hands suddenly burst into a fiery red flame! Straight to the sky! Burning the air blade of the wind completely!

Feng Zhixu was so shocked by the fire that he didn't come back to his senses, and everyone was startled by the sudden fire, and Liu'er Xian was even more puzzled, "What happened?" It's just that Feng Zhixu didn't answer him, but looked up at the flames rushing straight into the sky, disappearing in mid-air, leaving a spark in his eyes, and his eyes couldn't help but look at Lin Shuihan, but found that he had fallen......

And Nan Kong Qian struggled desperately under Liu'er Xian's hand, swaying back and forth in mid-air, because Liu'er Xian used his spiritual power, so Nan Kong Qian was not his opponent at all! No matter how much the struggle was in vain, Feng Zhixu looked at Lin Shuihan who fainted, and his brows couldn't help but twist together, and after a while, he glanced at Nan Kong Qian, who was dying and struggling on Liu'er Xian's hand, and asked Liu'er Xian expressionlessly: "Do you want to kill this disciple of Qilin Sect?"

"Of course!" Liu'er Xian didn't even think about it, "Kill him, cut off his head, and hang it on the gate of Yishuang City, so that when the red elders of the Qilin Gate arrive in Yishuang City tomorrow, they will be able to see it!" As soon as the words fell, Feng Zhixi's eyes sank, and the aura in his hand appeared, and a breath similar to a blade in his hand slowly turned into a long sword, he held it tightly in his hand, and then raised his hand, and suddenly went down-

But when his sword fell, he suddenly encountered a strong resistance! At the same time, a blue light flashed, hitting Liu'er Xian's hand, saving the life of the dying Nan Kong Qian, Liu Erxian let go of the pain, Nan Kong Qian fell to the ground fiercely, dying, out of breath, lying on the ground and gasping for breath!

"Who!?" Feng Zhixu and Liu'er Xian asked in unison, but no one responded, the two looked at each other, knowing that someone must have rescued the two of them, Liu'er Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, Feng Zhixu already understood what he meant, the two of them had a good heart, and once again cast a spell to firmly grasp Lin Shuihan and Nan Kongqian in their hands, and the others surrounded them in the middle, Liu'er Xian looked around, and asked loudly, "Who!?

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind blew, and as soon as the whirring sound passed, he only heard a painful cry of the wind, and when he turned around, he saw that he had fallen to his knees, and he was surprised to find that Lin Shuihan was actually gone!

"What about others!" Liu'er Xian asked loudly, the pain of the wind was unbearable, the moment the wind blew, as if a force followed, giving him a slam blow, making him hit unsuspectingly, he frowned uncomfortably, and he was also confused about Liu'er Xian's words, obviously still there just now...... "How can this be?" He felt extremely incredible, someone could actually take Lin Shuihan from his hands, and he didn't even notice it!

"I'll chase him right away!" Feng Zhixu said that he was about to get up and prepare to chase, Liu'er Xianyan quickly grabbed his cloak and said: "Forget it! That person's cultivation is unfathomable, let's not provoke him, anyway, Nankong Qian is still in our hands, that Lin Shuihan doesn't matter, you are injured now, you don't need to move much, let's go to Yishuang City first!"

Feng Zhixu nodded, and then Liu'er Xian hugged Nan Kongqian on his shoulder, the two turned around and left, Liu'er Xian also looked around when he left, and the other black-clothed people gradually hid in the night, as if they had never appeared, under the whole night sky, only the shadows of Liu'er Xian and Feng Zhiqian were dragged on the ground, and Nan Kongqian was already unconscious and unconscious.

But before they had taken a few steps, Liu'er Xian noticed a strong sword aura rushing towards him, he frowned instantly, turned his head to look at the wind flocculent, his expression was as cold as ice, as if he had expected all this, just as the long sword flew towards them!

The two of them spun up at the same time, spun in both directions, dodging the murderous sword that was coming at them!

Spinning like a butterfly dancing lightly, Liu'er strings and the wind are one step apart, facing this, they all raised their heads to look at the sword, only to see a handsome figure above their heads, as if a glimpse, Xiao Yuan was like a breeze blowing, holding the long sword in the air firmly in his hand, and landed steadily, and then the sword pointed at Liu'er strings, and a cold voice suddenly sounded, "Let him go." At the same time, Luo Muli also appeared in front of them, walking slowly, not in a hurry, but he already held the loop lock in his hand.