Although the speed of the ghost escape was fast, if the master of Qishan was willing to make a move, no matter how fast the speed was, it would be in vain in his eyes, but as the master of Qishan Qishan faction, those ghost disciples were ants in front of him, and it was the same whether he killed or not.

Carrying the crying anise in one hand and the dust in the other, the owner of Qishan walked like a fly, walking in the night.

Ink gray robes are flying, like immortals coming to the world.

"The door master, the door master, Qi ...... Master Qi! Master Qi is here! "The ghost cry of the ghost shadow who escaped in the mountains and forests frightened all the ghosts in the forest, the battle between the two factions five years ago, the ghost sect suffered heavy losses, especially Qi Yu, who had just succeeded the head of the sect, injured the sect master with one palm, causing the door master to suck human blood every month to restore his strength.

Kou Zhong, the head of the Ghost Gate, who was proud, changed his face when he heard the head of Qi, this Qi Yu was still on the mountain!

The thirteenth prince who was supported by the hilt of the sword, the blood in his chest surged, he raised his head, and smiled weakly, "Master Sikou, the family teacher has arrived, but I am afraid that you are still the same as five years ago, and you are not as good as the family master in the hands of the dust." ”

"Boy, look for death!" Si Kou Zhong was so angry that he couldn't sit still anymore, flew over, and slapped his palm on the chest of the thirteen princes, how could the thirteen princes resist, the whole person flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

Burst......

Another mouthful of blood spat out.

The thirteenth prince was lying on the ground, unable to move.

"Master!" All the black-clothed guards surrounded the Thirteen Princes, blocking Si Kou Zhong with their bodies.

Xiao Yan picked it up with his sword and flew to the side of the Thirteenth Prince, but he was so seriously injured that he couldn't even stand up.

"Uncle Junior, we're going to die together tonight." Xiao Yan climbed closer to the Thirteen Sons step by step.

The Thirteenth Prince gasped slightly, "Hold on, your uncle is almost here." ”

"Uncle Junior, if I don't die this time, can I give the pearl in your house to my nephew...... Min'er she ...... She likes ......" Xiao Yan climbed halfway, but gradually his breath was weak and he lost consciousness.

"Xiao Yan!" The Thirteenth Prince roared with all his might.

"Miss Murong, don't go over." Several black-clothed guards stopped Murong Qingran, and they were ordered to finally bring Murong Qingran out, so naturally they would not let Murong Qingran go to death again.

Murong Qing's cold eyes, I don't know when, have been dyed with mist.

"Watching him die, Miss Ben will blame herself for the rest of her life."

It is true that she was also a dead end in the past, but at this time, Murong Qingran was no longer the indifferent Murong Qingran who had just left Qizhou City, there was sadness in her eyes, but she was extremely firm, "I'd rather be a broken jade than a complete tile!" ”

"Miss said it well, if the Hou Ye is alive, he will definitely be pleased." Xiong Da said loudly, "I'm willing to go to the soup for Miss." ”

Lu Fei, Radish and other guards nodded.

Several black-clothed guards looked at each other, but they were shocked by what Murong Qingran said, it is really rare to be able to say such lofty words from the mouth of a woman who does not know martial arts and is weak, the prince's vision is really good, this Miss Murong is different from other women in the boudoir.

"Sister Murong, Sister Murong ......!"

At this moment, the shouts of the octagonal sounded.

Murong Qingran followed the prestige, and in the darkness, a figure walked towards her, step by step, faster than the light skills of those evil ghosts, and in an instant, it was in front of her.

Qishan master!

It's really him.

Dressed in a dark gray robe, wearing a nine-beam scarf, elegant as a fairy, overlooking the world.

This is the second time Murong Qingran has seen the master of Qishan, just like five years ago, the man in front of him who seems to have traveled from the sky, is still not stained with a trace of dust, and is always so high that people can't help but kneel down at a glance, and dare not have half a blasphemy heart.

The master of Qishan put down the octagonal, the octagonal whined and cried, and ran into Murong Qingran's arms, "Sister Murong, with the master uncle here, those bad guys can't succeed anymore." "Bajiao is a disciple of the Qishan Sect in the end, no matter how cold-blooded and ruthless his master uncle is, he will not say a word of no in front of outsiders, even in front of his most trusted sister Murong, who tries his best to defend his master uncle.

"Master Qi." Murong Qingran remembered that Qi Ke called the master of Qishan like this that day, so he saluted him.

The master of Qishan looked at her, and then disappeared.

Murong Qingran was stunned, she was ignored, and she ignored it completely.

"Sister Murong, Uncle Zhang's master has always been like this, cold and uncaring for people." Bajiao wiped his tears and explained to Murong Qingran.

"See." More ruthless than her.

Xiong Da cried with joy, "Great, we are saved." ”

Murong Qingran took the octagonal with a few black-clothed guards, Xiong Da, Lu Fei and others followed closely with the master of Qishan, and with the master of Qishan here, those people from the ghost sect did not dare to be arrogant anymore.

"Master." When the thirteenth prince saw the master of Qishan, he struggled to get up and give the master of Qishan a master-apprentice ceremony.

The master of Qishan waved his hand, "Exempt." ”

After speaking, the dust was raised, and a purple light suddenly appeared, enveloping the master of Qishan, and those ghost disciples were bounced away by the purple light and flew out.

"When you enter my Dao Gate, the world is resting, life and death, but illusory."

Reciting the Taoist Heart Sutra in his mouth, the true qi of the body is like a pillar through the moon.

"Master Qi, you have cultivated your Dao, but you have ruined this good thing several times! Hmph, it's so deceitful! "Si Kou Zhong rushed into the moon with a black qi, ten feet long, and came straight to the master of Qishan.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable."

The master of Qishan fought head-on, the two masters made a move, the wind howled in the mountains and forests, and the sand flew away.

Not only were the disciples of the Ghost Sect frightened, their faces were like earth, but even Murong Qingran, Octagon, and the Thirteen Princes were also discolored, and no one dared to get too close, otherwise, they would either die or be injured.

No one can see clearly the two shadows of the master of Qishan and the master of the Ghost Gate, no matter how fierce the fight is, the powerful internal force and true qi of the two spread in Mantou Mountain.

These two people did not use swords, and their martial arts were practiced to the extreme, and if they had no sword, they had a sword, and they could kill people.

"Door master, the time is almost here!"

A ghost approached, shouting anxiously.

Burst...... Only a little closer, the ghost shadow emitted by the cloak was shocked away, and he vomited blood and died.

It's scary!

Xiong Da took another step back.

When is it? Murong Qingran heard these evil ghosts present begin to scream uneasily, and wondered in his heart, could these really be evil ghosts from hell, as soon as the time came, when day and night alternated, they had to return to the ground and dare not see the day.

"A small steamed bun mountain, why should you alarm the master of the Sikou Sect." The master of Qishan is suspicious, both good and evil factions are cultivating in their own ways, even if the ghost sect wants to find a place to cultivate, it should not find an inconspicuous hill in this remote and small place in Pingyin County.

Si Kou Zhong sneered, "Didn't the head of the Qi family also condescend to this mountain?" Hehe, what kind of famous and decent head of the sect, isn't it the same as this seat, coveting this treasure of Mantou Mountain. ”

"The deity just wants to take the disciples of this sect away." The master of Qishan shook off the dust and blocked Si Kouzhong's palm power. R1154