The woman in purple stroked another song, and Steward He heard that it was "Sending Guests", and the tune was a little cheerful, but it was a farewell song, so how could it be cheerful. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Steward He, go down the mountain."

Steward He looked slightly stunned, but soon understood what the woman in purple meant, the woman in purple wanted to let herself go down the mountain to report the news, it seems that their purpose was not in Chu Yunping but in the owner of Chu Zhuang.

Feng Xiaoxiao had long been unaccustomed to the arrogance of the woman in purple, and said: "Uncle He, what nonsense, if you don't win, you have to fight first." ”

When the words fell, Feng Xiaoxiao had already drawn out her long sword and stabbed at the woman in purple.

It is said that women can't see women's clothes#, and that's true.

Kiss!

The woman in purple gently plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano turned into a sharp sword, invisible but sound.

Feng Xiaoxiao stopped, a handful of long hair falling in the wind, she knew very well that if she took another step, the sword formed by the sound of the piano would slash through her neck.

"If you don't want to get a few lines painted on your pretty face, you can take it a step further and try it."

Seeing this, Steward He didn't hesitate, and slapped out a palm, and the angry wind howled, as if a wind dragon was attacking the woman in purple with the power of the majestic stars.

Kiss!

The woman in purple quickly fluctuated the strings, and a void sword made of star power was visible to the naked eye and stabbed towards the wind dragon.

Laugh at!

The wind dragon devoured the void sword and continued to attack the purple-clothed woman.

For! Stare at! For!

The purple-clothed woman flicked the strings three times with her fingers, and three void swords broke through the air and headed for the wind dragon.

Bugle!

The wind dragon collided with the three void swords, and a star power storm exploded, destroying both.

The woman in purple quickly plucked the strings, and the virtual sword came out again.

The master has a move, the realm is similar, and the comparison is naturally the reaction speed, and every move can be related to victory or defeat.

Looking at the void sword formed by the condensation of star power, Steward He slammed the soles of his feet on the ground and jumped up.

Boom!

The virtual sword pierced on the cliff opposite the cliff, the mountain stone burst, the boulder rolled down, and the tourists who were enjoying the wild chrysanthemums at the bottom of the mountain screamed again and again, thinking that it was a landslide, and ran in all directions.

"I heard that there are three great masters in Xianjian Villa, one is outstanding in swordsmanship, one is outstanding in stick skills, and one is outstanding in palm skills, presumably Steward He is the one with outstanding palm skills." The woman in purple said.

"Don't talk nonsense, hand over my young master, or let you die on this Huashan." Steward He shouted loudly.

"Steward He's tone is not small, but this is not a loud shout, whoever has the loudest voice wins."

Hum!

Steward He snorted coldly, and then took charge of the Xuanqiankun, and then the angry wind continued, and the dragon roared.

The woman in purple looked solemn, then picked up the guqin, danced with her ten fingers, and fired her sword together.

Feng Xiaoxiao knew that she couldn't help much, so she glanced at the painting, thought about it, picked up a big stone at her feet, and threw it at the painting.

The white-robed young man leaned on the stone pillar, looking at the cliff opposite, the afterglow of his eyes naturally noticed the movement of the wind and Xiaoxiao, he didn't stop it, he still looked at the cliff opposite, under the cliff is a cliff, is he still worried that someone will not be able to come up.

Bang.

Instead of hitting the painting, the boulder exploded with a golden light, and the stone bounced back and smashed towards Feng Xiaoxiao, but fortunately, Feng Xiaoxiao reacted quickly and dodged it.

"Little girl, don't blame my sister for being ruthless."

Feng Xiaoxiao is hateful and angry, she can't beat and beat, she scolds and doesn't dare to scold, why are all the people she meets when she goes down the mountain so powerful.

Steward He was still fighting with the woman in purple, and the two still didn't tell the winner, there were many huge pits on the cliff, and the cliffs on the opposite side were mixed with wild jujube trees, and I don't know how much they rolled down.

And the white-robed young man never made a move, and after stabbing the goshawk to death with one shot, he leaned on the stone pillar and looked at the cliff opposite.

Han Dasha stood aside, not knowing what was happening, his eyes fixed on the painting, and then involuntarily walked towards the painting.

Feng Xiaoxiao saw Han Dasha's actions and thought that Han Dasha was just as confused by the painting as Chu Yunping.

"Dasha, don't go over." Feng Xiaoxiao hurriedly shouted.

"Xiaoxiao's painting is so beautiful, is no one wanting it when it hangs there, then I'll take it off and give it to Xiaoxiao."

Feng Xiaoxiao thought to herself that she couldn't smash it with a stone, how could she take it off, if she could take it off, then why bother with all this effort, of course, Feng Xiaoxiao would not say these words to Han Dasha, because he knew that Han Dasha was kind-hearted, and he just wanted to pick up the painting for himself.

"Dasha can't pick it up." Feng Xiaoxiao tried to stop Han Dasha, she knew that there must be a mystery in that painting.

But Han Dasha had already approached the painting, and his hands reached into the air, and the painting was really held in his hand.

The woman in purple noticed it, her brows furrowed slightly, the "Heart Diagram" ranked tenth on the list of 100 instruments, it was painted by Master Fazhi before he realized the Tao, and there was a mysterious realm in the painting, even the cultivators of the Great Sect Realm were difficult to break.

The white-robed young man finally withdrew his gaze from the opposite cliff and looked at Han Dasha thoughtfully.

"Silly boy, put that picture down." The woman in purple shouted to Han Dasha.

Han Dasha didn't hear it, and took the painting and handed it to Feng Xiaoxiao.

Feng Xiaoxiao took the "Heart Map", looked left and right, looked at the front and back, no matter how you looked, she couldn't see where there was a mystery, and she couldn't understand how this painting could fit five people into it.

The white-robed young man suddenly lifted his spear, and the spear came out like a dragon, stabbing the wind and the sea.

Feng Xiaoxiao was not expected to be the opponent of the white-robed youth, but she had to transport the power of the stars from the secluded mansion to the sword, and used all her strength to resist.

Bang.

The sword was broken, Feng Xiaoxiao fell backwards and fell to the ground, and the white shirt on his left arm immediately turned red, which should have been scratched by the broken sword.

"Xiaoxiao!" Han Dasha shouted, even if he was stupid, he could see that Feng Xiaoxiao was injured by the white-robed youth.

"Dasha, I'm fine." Feng Xiaoxiao's face turned pale, the blow she had just received from the white-robed youth had almost consumed all of her star power, but the white-robed youth didn't use all her strength at all.

"You're the bad guy." Han Dasha shouted at the white-robed youth, then picked up the broken sword from the ground and rushed towards the white-robed youth.

Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly felt a warmth in her heart, even if she died at this moment, it was worth it.

Seeing Han Dasha running towards him with a broken sword, the white-robed young man's face had a hint of playfulness, and he could see that Han Dasha didn't know how to cultivate, and his sword-wielding posture was a bit like a peasant wielding a hoe.

The white-robed young man dodged slightly, and the spear leaned against the stone pillar and did not move.

Unexpectedly, Han Dasha swung his sword like a knife, missed one blow, and then slashed out with two more knives, and the last knife actually grazed the white robe of the white-robed young man.

Of course, this has something to do with the carelessness of the white-robed youth, but it is also because Han Dasha swings the knife too fast.

The white-robed young man raised his eyebrows, and was rubbed to the corner of his clothes by a stupid boy who didn't know how to cultivate, which was simply a shame for him.

"Boy, you're unlucky today, I haven't killed anyone in a long time." The white-robed young man spoke.

As he spoke, the iron spear leaning against the stone pillar had already reached the hand of the white-robed young man.

It only takes one shot of the white-robed youth to end Han Dasha's life.

Steward He was too busy to take care of himself, of course he didn't have the strength to save Han Dasha, and there were a few blood-red scars on his forehead that were scratched by the void sword, and there were many sword holes visible on his gray clothes.

Of course, the woman in purple also had a few wounds on her body, a strand of long hair was scattered, and two strings had been broken.

Scold!

The iron spear trembled, but the sackcloth wrapped around the head of the spear was not undone.

"Take your life."

The iron spear pierced the autumn wind and stabbed out.

"Don't!" Feng Xiaoxiao shouted.

Seeing that the iron spear was about to stab into Han Dasha's chest.

While!

I don't know what hit the head of the iron gun.

The iron spear slanted three inches and stabbed into the air on Han Dasha's right side.

The white-robed young man's eyes suddenly turned cold, because he saw a wild chrysanthemum on the linen cloth wrapped in the head of the spear.

Phew!

At this moment, a crane's cry pierced the sky, and a white crane flew from the cliff.

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