The wind and clouds surged, and the darkness on the horizon was a little gloomy again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The ghost watched the whip coming towards him, and hurriedly dodged, his weight shifting downward, like a nimble leopard, staring at his prey, waiting for an opportunity to move.

With a breath, the ghost eye was gone.

There was a deathly silence all around, and only the sound of the hunting wind could be heard.

There is no peerless divine sense, and it envelops it within a radius of ten miles.

"Ding-"

There was a crunch, as if there was nothing.

The tips of Wushuang's ears moved slightly, and with a wave of his right arm, the long whip went in the direction just now.

The "......" fell short.

Wushuang raised his eyebrows, so he was suspicious? Or is it a sound that strikes the West?

Wushuang's mind was tense and he didn't dare to be careless.

Everything around her was under her control, she saw Fufeng fainting there with a serious injury, the sword on his side glowing with a cold light, and she saw Yu Qing looking at her with burning eyes, and the expression in her eyes was obscure......

She saw every stone around her, every handful of sand, every hidden, cautious fire spirit......

Only, there are no ghost eyes!

"Huh!"

An attack struck at the back of Mushuang's head, and it was a single shot.

Raise your hand, raise your whip, and wave it gently.

The fierce blade of the wind came to naught.

"Hehe, it turns out that you are hiding here, I really thought that there were absolutely hidden exercises in this world, but it's a pity... It's just a liar. ”

With a somewhat mocking voice, he spit out word by word from the red lips, and the seductive lips that were closed one by one added a bit of magic to the sarcasm.

The ghost eyes hidden in the shadows jumped hard.

This little boy is a bit evil, he thought he was just a silent lamb, but he didn't think he was a hungry wolf.

The hungry wolf showed his sharp claws, could it be that this little wolf could really see through himself?

Ghost Eye quickly breathed a sigh of relief, his concealment skills were ......

"Uh......" shocked, stunned, unbelievable.

The ghost looked at Wushuang with his eyes, and the young man who was originally just looking at the whip in his hand with his eyes down, is now ......

Looking at the bloody hole in his chest, laughing wantonly and evilly, the bright mockery in those bright eyes made the ghost eye angry, but he also regretted it......

Such a person, if he didn't provoke her, I'm afraid there would be no things in the future.

The ghost eye died, the breath drifted away, and naturally his concealment was invalid, and the figure that suddenly appeared in mid-air, covered with blood, and the unbelievable sight of covering the wound made Yu Qing's heart tremble.

This is the strength of that Hua Gongzi? What did you do before......

Yu Qing felt a chill in her heart, and she was terrified.

Wushuang tied Mu Xinren back to his waist and walked gracefully and gently towards the miserable corpse that had fallen there.

The black silk robe fluttered with the wind just now, and the shape of two long legs could be faintly seen through the white pants, step by step, full of rigid strength, as if stepping on a human heart.

With his hands lightly raised, he stroked a strand of long hair that fell from his forehead behind his ears, which was really beautiful and picturesque, and his demeanor was graceful.

Picking up the short knife that fell to the side of the ghost eye, Wushuang turned over and pulled his corpse over and over, and wherever it was possible to hide things, she turned them all upside down.

The corpse looked relatively neat, except for a hole in the abdomen that was pierced by the wooden heart vine, and Wushuang turned it over without any psychological pressure.

It's just that......

Wushuang looked at the things turned out and pouted, this guy is too poor, not to mention that he has no property on his body, and even the red crystals collected in the Flowing Flame Mountain are very few.

The only thing of value on his body is just a few charms in the Qiankun bag! Low-level attack spells, Burst Flame and Vajra Thunder.

Wushuang only looked at it twice and was not interested, what surprised her was another more delicate Qiankun bag, with a moon-white background, light blue moire, and the words "Xuanqingmen" could be vaguely seen.

Wushuang has a plan in his heart, it seems that the swordsman called Fufeng is really a disciple of Xuanqingmen, and he felt a little familiar when he looked at his moves before, but now it seems... These two people are really troublesome.

Xuanqingmen is the largest sect in the Tianxuan Domain except for Tianxuanzong, and in recent years, there have been many talents, and there is even a tendency to catch up with Tianxuanzong.

No matter how the two families compete, the junior disciples are all watching and helping each other, especially when they go out to practice, but now look at it......

These two people concealed the identity of the disciples of the Xuanqing Sect, and seeing how that Fufeng was also a foundation building monk, his status in the sect should not be too low, so what caused him to appear alone in Liuyan Mountain?

Wushuang had to think a little more about these things.

Although I don't know how many times my thoughts have turned back and forth, in fact, it is only a momentary thing.

Wushuang looked at the delicate Qiankun bag in her hand with a faint expression, she didn't open it by herself, she didn't have the ability to open the owner's Qiankun bag, and she didn't want to act rashly, hurting the roots.

Wushuang walked towards Fufeng, who was still unconscious, and at this moment Yu Qing had moved to his side and fed him a few pills, although he was still in a coma, it could be seen that his breath had stabilized.

"Thank you Gongzi for saving your life, Yu Qing is very grateful, and I can't repay it."

Yu Qing looked at the young man who walked towards them, obviously looking at such a simple and clean person, but he killed the two of them without changing his face, and he could only say that people should not be good-looking.

However, her heart was far less calm than it seemed, and she just wanted to find someone to distract the ghost's eyes, so she pushed the young man out.

Unexpectedly, this person turned out to be a ruthless character.

What should she do now? Surely this man will not spare her.

"You want to kill me."

Wushuang looked at her fixedly, his eyes indifferent as if he was looking at a dead person.

"I didn't—" Yu Qing's voice was blocked in her throat and she couldn't speak, watching the young man stab the sword into her leg.

Severe pain struck, and she looked at Wushuang's eyes that were already stained with blood, this person would not let them go!

What about the grace of saving lives, this person is just taking advantage of the situation.

"You're still afraid of me, hehe......"

Wushuang laughed as he spoke, people's hearts are really cold, they can harm others for their own selfishness, and they just talked about saving their lives, but now?

"But you still want to kill me."

Wushuang's tone was playful, as if he had found some interesting toy.

"Don't don't, don't kill me...... Don't kill me, we're ......"

Yu Qing looked at Wushuang's hand raised to hold the short knife, for fear that Wushuang would directly stab her again, so she hurriedly begged for mercy.

"This matter is wrong to help the wind, and please ask the Taoist friends to see that everyone is a fellow Taoist, Rao Yuqing's life, and Fufeng is willing to be punished."

The seriously injured and unconscious swordsman came to his senses at this time, and saw Wushuang's movements and hurriedly stopped, and the wound that was pulled too violently once again oozed blood, looking miserable and miserable.

Even if this is the case, the swordsman still refuses to let go of the action that blocks Wushuang, for fear that he will not pay attention to Wushuang and look at Yu Qing.

"You care about her?" Wushuang looked at him.

"Naturally, I love her dearly."

"Even if I die for her?"

"I'm happy to eat it."

The young swordsman's voice was firm and soft, but it contained his will that was firmer than a rock.

"Well, whatever you want. I will not kill you. ”

Wushuang threw down the short knife and sat cross-legged beside him, looking at the two of them playfully, and the two of them were covered in hair.