Between the lightning and the fire, Lang Li and the Holy Lord have fought for more than a hundred rounds, Lang Li's face is pale, but the Holy Lord is calm, he is happy for himself, because he is about to get the two treasures of the Ink Stone Ring and the Water Cold Sword, and at the same time, he also feels lucky, if it is not for the previous consumption, he may not be able to defeat Lang Li, but unfortunately, there is no chance again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sou... Syllable...

With a loud bang, the two finally separated, standing at both ends of the hall of fame, their eyes were deep, and neither of them spoke. The Holy Lord put away the sword, and Lang Li still maintained the posture of landing on the ground, not moving for a long time.

Burst... Blood broke out, the head of the sword was on the ground, covering his chest, Lang Li finally couldn't hold on, and fell to the ground, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Qi Qinghan and Lu Zixiao hurriedly ran over, picked up Lang Li, and found that Lang Li was not unconscious, but was too tired and vomited blood.

Ruyan stood on the stone steps, tears flowing, she couldn't wait to return to Lang Li's side immediately, but the terrifying Immobilization Pill of the Fire Holy Lord made her unable to move, let alone speak.

"Young Sect Master, are you so capable, I'm disappointed, I can't do it if I haven't played enough?"

Qi Qinghan and Lu Zixiao heard the Holy Lord's words, their teeth creaked, and they looked at the Flame Holy Lord angrily, eager to tear him apart.

"Hey, I almost forgot, there are two little ants, Qi Qinghan, the remnants of Wushan who are still breathing, Lu Zixiao, ant-like nobodies, I don't think the strength of the two of you is necessarily higher than our young sect master, what, do you want me to do it? Haha..."

As soon as the Holy Lord waved his hand, hundreds of saints firmly surrounded the three of them, and the matter had come to this point, and any resistance would be futile.

The three of them were taken down, and the Ming Hall returned to its former hideousness, and the foreign maidens sang and danced again, and the ugly witch recited incantations, as if singing the praises of the merits of the Holy Lord.

The cheerful singing and dancing continued until late at night, and the exposedly dressed beauties surrounded the Holy Lord like demon snakes, witnessing the absurd Flame Cultists like smoke, their eyes glazed and lifeless.

"Like a smoke beauty, why are you sullen, don't you still think about your lover, he has already become my prisoner."

The immobilization pill of smoke has been solved, but he is still indifferent when he hears the words of the Holy Lord, and he has never looked at him from beginning to end.

In the face of Ruyan's indifference, the Holy Lord was like an angry wild dog, pushing away the bewitching woman beside him, standing up, snapping, and snorting his palm on Ruyan's face.

Like smoke without shouting or screaming, silently wiping the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, his cold eyes looked directly at the Holy Lord, some ridiculed, some helpless, and felt sad for this Holy Lord.

"Where am I inferior to him, just because he is the future Water Cold Sword Master after the Sword Sect? Don't you know what I do to you, and what I do to these women, damn woman! ”

"Do you know why I like him?"

Ruyan finally spoke, and his eyes were full of joy when he mentioned Lang Li.

"I've known him for a short time, and I don't even know him, let alone a confidant, but he protects me everywhere, understands me, and never forces me, he may only think of me as a friend, but he can go to the soup for a friend, but what about you? But a cruel executioner. ”

The Holy Lord had never seen such gentleness as smoke, but her gentleness was only given to one person.

"For me, he can pass the three deadly levels, for me, he can go thousands of miles deep into the Longtan Tiger's Den, what about you, can you?"

The Holy Lord did not speak, but listened quietly.

"Maybe, maybe you can, you don't just covet my beauty, you can do it, but, even so, I still won't like you."

Gentle invasion is often more terrible than the sword, like smoke is like the little girl next door telling a story, quietly telling her heart, and the holy lord trembles with anger.

"Tsk... It's such a beautiful love, but what can it be, aren't you still held in the palm of my hand and grabbed him, which means that I can become the sect master of the Sword Sect, the master of the water cold sword, and if I catch you, I can possess you and then tear you apart. ”

The Holy Lord glared and whispered in his ear.

"I know you're going to be like this, and you can only do this, but what if you say it, I'm not even afraid of death, how can I be afraid of your **, I'll die anyway, what's there to be afraid of, I just regret it, I regret not giving my body to the person I love the most."

If he had given himself to Lang Oak at the Wulipu Inn that night, he would not regret it so much now.

"As for the sect master sword master, I think you are thinking too much, what if you get the Ink Stone Ring, what about getting the Water Cold Sword, the master of a sect, the master of a sword is by no means just relying on tokens and blades, it is the inner quality and external temperament, even if a brutal person like you wears a dragon robe, you will not become an emperor, just a clown who dreams of being an emperor."

The Flame Holy Lord didn't expect Ruyan, who had always been silent, to be able to say so many words today, and his seemingly weak appearance contained a strong heart.

Hehe... Ha ha... The Holy Lord laughed wildly.

"You're right, I'm a clown, I'm an ant, I'm a bedbug, but today I'm going to let all of you who think you noble die in front of me! Come on, bring those three bastards to me. ”

The Flame Saint heard the wind and moved, and after a while, Lang Li, Qi Qinghan, and Lu Zixiao were brought up one by one.

Syllable......

The Holy Lord came up and slapped Lang Li in the face.

"Young Sect Master, Miss Ruyan is so infatuated with you, what he said just now almost touched me, just a little, it's a pity, just like that, I still want to kill you. However, I advise you to give me those two things before you die. I'll let you die a decent death. ”

"Ruyan, are you alright?" Lang Li didn't pay any attention to the Fire Lord in front of him at all, or it could be said that he ignored it directly.

"Brother Lang, I'm fine, it's okay." Like a sweet smile, this kind of smile will only appear in the face of Lang Quercus.

"Ruyan, what's wrong with your face?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's a little accident."

The Flame Saint Lord couldn't bear it anymore: "Is this a place for you to flirt, really when I don't exist?" ”

Lang Li smiled, "Miscellaneous, what are you yelling about!" ”

Smack, another slap. "Boy, do you really think I won't dare to kill you?"

Lang Li didn't care, and sneered: "Of course you dare to kill me, but I don't want to die, no one can kill me." ”

Ha ha......

The Flame Saint Lord laughed and said, "It's all this time, and you are still putting your young master on the shelf?" ”

Bang, the fist hit Lang Li's belly hard, and the Fire Saint Lord seemed to suddenly become very excited, laughing unscrupulously.

Lang Li smiled, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Miscellaneous, don't pretend to be a ghost, tell me your name." ”

"Is this necessary, the dead still don't need to know too much. Tell me where the Ink Stone Ring is and where the Water Cold Sword is. ”

Lang Li kept silent, except for the Shui Han Sword, he had never seen the Ink Stone Ring, so how could he know where it was.

No matter how he pressed him, Lang Li just didn't speak, and in the end, the Fire Holy Lord was angry, took out a dagger from his arms, and stabbed Lang Li in the chest.

Like smoke, Qi Qinghan, Lu Zixiao was so frightened that she hurriedly closed her eyes, and everyone was extremely painful in their hearts.

When a few people opened their eyes again, they found that Lang Li was not dead, and the Fire Lord was stunned in place.

He didn't understand, why he couldn't get into it several times in a row, could it be the golden bell jar? No, he had something in his arms, and the Holy Lord was thinking about it.

Lang Li realized that it was not good, this holy lord may have realized that there was something in my chest, he must have looked at it, it was the Water Cold Sword.

Just as he was thinking, the dagger of the Holy Lord lightly tapped the hard object on his chest, and the dagger cut through Lang Oak's clothes little by little.

Lang Li was tied up and couldn't move, and he was anxious, could it be that the Shui Han Sword was really going to fall into the hands of the wicked.

Just when Lang Li was at a loss, an ethereal, long, loud and old voice came.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! Chu Tianlie, cultivation is rampant, and the poor road is here. ”

The voice seemed to come from a long distance, and no one could be heard but heard. But he seemed to know everything about what was going on.

Hearing this, the Flame Saint Lord's face changed, he stopped what he was doing, looked up and looked around, and did not find any suspicious person.

"Who is it? Who's talking? The Fire Lord looked nervous.

There was no sound in the Ming Hall, the silence was terrifying, and everyone, including Lang Li, was searching for the source of the sound. But there was nothing around except the stone wall lanterns.

The Flame Saint Lord's nerves were tense to the extreme, and he clearly knew that there must be someone here, and he was a peerless master, and there was no sound in hiding.

"What kind of friend is Your Excellency, since you have come to my Fire Sect, why don't you show up?" The Fire Lord shouted at the walls around him.

There was still no sound, and the voice of the Holy Lord echoed in the Ming Hall, empty.

Lang Li thought in his heart, based on his own strength, he speculated that this person's kung fu was bottomless, and he could come and go freely in the tightly guarded Flame Sect, and even the Flame Holy Lord couldn't even detect who he was, whether he was friend or foe.

Lang Li thought in his heart, the Holy Lord was even more nervous, he was afraid of this unknown enemy, and he was even more afraid that Lang Li beside him would be snatched away, you must know that the value of this young man in front of him in the rivers and lakes is no less than the Ring of Ink Stone.

Just as everyone was thinking about their thoughts, two people walked out of the stone corridor behind the Holy Lord, an old man and a young man.

The old man walking in front was wearing a gray-white gossip fairy robe, wearing a crown of colorful clouds and jasper, holding a snow-white dust, his face was kind and rhyme, although he was old, he did not have too many wrinkles, his waist was straight, and he was carrying a bright silver sword diagonally, looking from afar, like a fairy descending to earth.

The old man was followed by a young and beautiful woman, whose appearance was not inferior to that of smoke, and the unique heroic spirit between the eyebrows showed her cool and heroic posture, her pink cheeks were slightly red, and she lowered her head and followed the old man closely.

This old man Lang Li didn't know him, but when he saw the woman behind him, Lang Li's eyes widened, this woman was none other than Gu Zhengyuan's daughter of Shifang Town, Gu Yingxue.

Before Lang Li could think about it, the Flame Holy Lord pointed at the Swallow-winged Ghost King Knife and said, "Who are you?" ”

The old man smiled, twisted his beard in his hand and said in a harmonious voice: "Chu Tianlie, why haven't you seen you for so many years, you have transformed into a Flame Holy Lord?" ”

The old man directly shouted out the name of the Flame Holy Lord, which meant that he knew this person, but who was he, when he saw the bright silver sword on the old man's waist, Chu Tianlie was suddenly shocked, took a few steps back, and cold sweat flowed down.