All the disciples looked at the double poison in their bodies and the miserable senior brothers, and they all looked terrified.

The old man likes to see this expression very much, and feels that he is hiding in that kind of place, and he is very happy to return to his roots this time today.

But the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

I saw a young man from the group of disciples who was hanging his shoulders and carrying his back, and who was as thin as a hemp pole, walked out, constantly holding his chest and coughing, and stepped into the insect tide with a calm face.

The old man looked at the young man and found that the other party's face was pale and his steps were soft, like a sick man who had been seriously ill for a short time.

The sick man took a short sword, looked at the old man, and walked towards him quietly.

Wherever his footsteps landed, a dense tide of spirit scorpions and beetles would make way of an open space on their own, scrambling to the side and humming in horror.

The old man thought about it, and then he realized that none of the black beetles attacked him when he broke the formation, and the other party killed all the insects that attacked other disciples.

"Are you ......?"

The two eyes were locked on the face of the sick seedling, he couldn't see each other's eyes, but he could clearly perceive the coldness and murder in this gaze.

The old man looked at his waist that was so weak that he couldn't stand upright, his tone was as cold as his eyes, and he said seriously: "Are you from the sick clan?"

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......

He Xirou's chest continued to rise and fall, there was still a trace of blood hanging from the corners of her mouth, and there was an extremely slight wound on her right shoulder, oozing with beads of blood, but the hand holding the sword was still firm, without the slightest trembling, and her eyes were full of surging battle intent.

The assassin looked at the terrifying wound from his left shoulder to his right waist, his face was full of disbelief, he looked at her and said, "The disciple of the closed door is the disciple of the closed door, you are actually the body of gold and jade, and there is some kind of stronger power hidden in your body. ”

He Xirou wiped the corners of her mouth casually, looking at the blood that exuded a faint bloody smell and the salty taste in her mouth, thoughtfully.

It is said that the taste is sweet when the blood rushes up from the stomach and gets stuck in the throat.

She remembers that the last time she was injured was when she was very young, when she fell while playing on the bank of the clear stream and was hit by a stone and broke her knee.

After that, she knew that if she ran too quickly, it was easy to fall, that is, if you want to hurry, you can't reach it, so her entry is very slow, but her combat power is definitely above everyone.

After that, no one had the ability or daring to let her get hurt, even Lin Yisong, who had challenged her countless times, didn't have that ability.

And this person actually hurt himself.

"Scars are a swordsman's medal. ”

Chen Feng taught all the Qingzhu Peak disciples in this way, and he also taught her in this way, but no one knew that he also taught He Xirou the next sentence.

"The woman's injury is a humiliation from the opponent. ”

She is a woman, and her appearance is the first of the four virtues of "Rong Yan and Merit", and any wound on her body will destroy the overall beauty, which is no different from disfigurement.

He Xirou looked at the man, her eyes were indifferent, as if she was looking at a dead man.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, his heart was even more vigilant, his intuition told him that the next battle would become very dangerous, and the other party would most likely use some kind of terrifying move later.

He Xirou raised his hand, the sword light suddenly converged, and the endless night seemed to be pulled to the sword.

The man held his sword across his chest and squinted at He Xirou's sword.

If it had been placed just now, he might not have cared about what kind of tricks the other party would perform, but after that battle, he had a deep understanding of what Changming's closed disciple was, and how strong Chen Feng's apprentice was.

As a cave ghost, he actually drew with the collapse battle, and even suffered a small loss.

How could Rusi's combat power not let him be on guard?

As the night fell, billions of stars and the soft moonlight fell to the earth.

It can't be a real starfall, and the moonlight doesn't really hit someone.

It's all her sword.

A sword turned into the night sky.

The man thought about it, he had been stabbing for many years, and he rarely used defensive moves, and he definitely couldn't prevent such a sword, so he turned defense into attack and decided to catch this move strongly.

At the beginning of the sword, the wind is roaring.

White silk flakes appeared where the short sword had swung it, and those were the marks left by the sword qi when it cut through the air.

At this time, he already regarded He Xirou as an opponent in the same realm as himself.

The starry sword collided with the invincible dagger.

There was no deafening loud noise.

There are no visions of the wind and rain.

There is only the faint sound of "bang" when the sword collides with the sword.

This voice was indeed too quiet, even quieter than the sound of the surrounding spirit insects when they were screaming.

There was no immediate indignation after the two swords collided together.

The two of them looked at each other, feeling the will of their opponents in the subtle touch that came from the sword and the eyes of each other.

Beautiful eyes look at ordinary but indifferent eyes.

The ground beneath their feet began to crack, and the earth began to disintegrate in the face of the great force, and the cracks continued to stretch outward.

With a bang, as the ground cracked, the stove collapsed, and the corrugated pieces of the wall fell into the cellar.

Wherever the cracks passed, both wooden houses and walls, they were reduced to splinters, spreading outwards as if they were endless.

As the cracks deepened under their feet, the soil became soft, and their bodies sank.

When the soil reached his knees, He Xirou's beautiful eyes began to turn purple, and a faint purple gas began to glow in the Zizhu Courtyard, with a kind of sacred taste.

This is not a vision, it is not a reaction of the Heavenly Dao when a practitioner performs a method, but an objective fact.

A thick purple mist appeared out of thin air in the courtyard.

The purple gas was faint, but it was so thick that even the evening breeze could not blow them away.

The man's indifferent eyes finally changed, and he found that these purple qi formed a circle, and the center of the circle was the stunning girl in front of him.

This is not some kind of method, but a sleeping power that comes from the other person's body, a sacred and primordial power.

The crack under the feet of the two finally stopped, the courtyard wall and the wooden door had been shattered, and the crack stopped right in front of the green bamboo transplanted by Feng Xiaohan outside the door.

The bamboo leaves trembled slightly, as if they were glad for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe.

The crack beneath his feet stopped, but another cobweb-like crack appeared where the two swords collided.

The cracks were filled with daggers in the blink of an eye.

The man's eyes changed from indifference to surprise, from surprise to surprise, from surprise to endless horror, and finally despair.

He regretted that the long sword was sheathed, and the purple qi around her also returned to her body.

She gasped softly, looked at the messy yard and the deep rifts, and sighed.

The man's body sighed with this gloom, and fell backwards, losing all his energy.

After He Xirou took a breather, she unfolded the light body method, swept down the mountain, and went straight to the Changming Mountain Gate.

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"It seems that you have been in ambush on the mountain for a long time, otherwise you would not have suddenly appeared at the right time and carried so much poison. ”

Lu Yingfeng folded his fan, blocked a sinister stinger, and said with a smile: "It's a pity, no matter what kind of purpose you have, you will definitely fail." ”

The old man went down from the treetops, took out a short stick and two strips of cloth from his wide sleeves, and while tightening the cuffs with the strips of cloth, he stared at the sick seedlings and said, "What do you say?"

Lu Yingfeng looked at him and said, "Because you will die here, if you die, the insects will disperse, and we will rush to the mountain gate, and those mountain attackers will be defeated by us, so your plan will also fail." ”

The old man said, "The premise is that you have to kill me, and I don't think you can live without me, and even if you do, it will not necessarily destroy our plans." ”

"I'll kill you, and as for who will win this attack, there's no need to discuss it now. ”

The sick man came to the old man, waited for him to tighten his sleeves completely, looked at him and said, "Make a move." ”

The old man looked into the eyes of the sick man and said, "Thank you." ”

"Why thank me?"

"Thank you for waiting for me. ”

The sleeves are too wide, which is not conducive to hand-to-hand combat.

Normally, the robe is thrown away, but the old man does not know for what purpose, even if he takes a risk, he does not want to show his face.

Sick Yangzi raised his eyebrows slightly, he just felt that if he attacked while he was tied up, something bad would happen, so he waited for him.

He asked, "So, shall we begin?"

The old man thought for a moment and said, "You will die." ”

"That will also drag you to die with you. ”

"Then I'm looking forward to it, please start. ”

The short sword of the sick seedling stabbed out, and the sword light appeared in the world like a touch of thunder, illuminating the surroundings.