Isami is certainly not guilty. Everything she did, in her own eyes, was just her duty as a slave. At the same time, as Cheng Li, who has taken advantage of others, he is absolutely embarrassed, and there is no reason to punish Isami.

However, when Cheng Li knew that Xue Yanxia had disappeared, although it was only for a moment, Cheng Li still couldn't suppress it and felt a little angry at Isami.

But reason immediately suppressed the impulse. Cheng Li sighed and didn't say anything, just hurriedly ate something and washed his face with cold water. Then he put on the "Jiuyao" on his back and hurried out.

Cheng Li wasn't worried that Xue Yanxia would get lost. After all, this is Lonely Hills, a cage alone in the void. No matter how big the place is, there is a limit, and you can't get lost at all.

But Cheng Li understands that at this moment, it is absolutely dangerous for Xue Yanxia to walk around alone outside. Because the battle for the glazed treasure has begun.

In order to be able to get out of this cage and return to the world. The eight masters in the villa will never show the slightest mercy to their competitors. It is bound to do everything possible to destroy other opponents by all means and win the final and only victory.

No, that's wrong. Now there are no eight masters. After Mo Qixing and Jiang Broken String were out of the game one after another, the players who stayed to continue to participate in this death game were only the lonely Hou Gongshan Shangqing, the head of Huashan Ning Buqun, the head of Emei Yuwenhe, the Bashan Gu Daoren, and the five-flower arrow god Banchabana, as well as Cheng Li himself.

As the saying goes, a gun shoots a bird. In this kind of cruel competition, no one has the capital to be a gentleman and be generous and polite. Therefore, Cheng Li, who had already defeated Mo Qixing and Jiang Broken String and thoroughly digested and absorbed the power of the two, was now definitely a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of all other competitors. Others will only want to get rid of him.

But Cheng Li himself, of course, was not so easy to start. Hard-fought firefights, even if they win, they can only win miserably. One was careless, and he and Cheng Li became a clam and a crane, and they were profited by the fisherman next to them, so the fun was great.

Therefore, it has become the best choice to attack the people around Cheng Li. Although it is said that the reputation of "Flying Trace" Xue Yanxia will never be weaker than that of Bashan Gu Daoren and the Seven Stars of Sea God Mo in the rivers and lakes. But she was a woman after all. In the eyes of most men on the rivers and lakes, no matter how strong a woman is, she is still weak after all.

Therefore, if you want to hit Cheng Li, Xue Yanxia is the best choice.

In a moment, Cheng Li had already thought clearly about the cause and effect of the matter. So he was even more anxious, and he just wanted to get Xue Yanxia back as soon as possible, and then tie himself and her together with a rope and never separate again.

When Xue Yanxia ran away, she was completely in a state of lost soul. So when I walked, I didn't pay attention to sweeping the traces. There are a lot of clues left along the way. In addition, it didn't take long for time to pass, although Cheng Li was anxious, he still found the relevant clues, and tracked them all the way to the side of the stream in the mountain behind the villa.

Next to the creek, it was empty. But there was only one shoe left.

When Cheng Li saw this shoe, his complexion immediately changed. When I picked up the shoes and took a closer look, there was more fear in my eyes.

He knew the shoe. It's snowy. Since the shoes are here, then ...... What about people?

An unprecedented palpitation suddenly emerged. Cheng Li turned his head suddenly, and then saw a figure slowly walking out from behind a big rock.

Wearing a green shirt, a light robe with a slow belt, a hand-cranked folding fan, a slender figure, and a green steel sword at his waist. It is the head of the Huashan faction, Ning Buqun.

Cheng Li's eyes contracted, and he said slowly: "Master Ning?"

Ning Buqun said lightly: "It's me." How, are you surprised? ”

Cheng Li was silent for a long time and said: "I didn't expect that the dignified head of Huashan would even use this kind of subordinate means." ”

Between Ning Buqun's eyebrows, a faint irony appeared, and he said, "Master, where is there any boss here." In Lonely Hills, some are just prisoners. ”

Cheng Li was silent for a moment before asking, "What about people?"

Ning Buqun said: "Here I am." As long as you can defeat me, the people are still yours. But if you can't ......"

And didn't go on. But there are some things that don't need to be said at all, and they already understand each other.

So Cheng Li was speechless. He just turned around and faced Ning Buqun head-on.

Just turned around, not yet drew the knife. Because once the sword is drawn, the sharpness of the knife has fallen into the eyes of others. So the most valuable time for a knife is when it's still in its sheath.

The sword is the commander of a hundred soldiers. The handsome should not be moved lightly, so the knife should not be pulled lightly. But a sword is not the same as a sword. The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and the emphasis is on being upright and doing the way of the king. Therefore, the swordsman does not hesitate to draw his sword.

Ning Buqun slowly drew his sword. Under the sun, but above the sword, there are patches of clouds. The sword body moved slightly, and the clouds suddenly turned purple, and the sword qi rushed to the face, awe-inspiring.

"Huashan Nine Swords, the First Zixia. This sword is the special sword of the head of Huashan in the past dynasties - Zixia Sword. ”

Ning Buqun said coldly: "I got this sword from the previous head, so naturally I also have the responsibility to hand it over to the next head of Huashan." So Cheng Li, in today's battle, you must lose. Offended. ”

Cheng Li was not angry. Because he knew that Ning Buqun was by no means an easy enemy to deal with. To defeat him, it is necessary to maintain a calm heart. The slightest mistake will not only not save people, but will make things worse. So Cheng Li just said lightly: "What a gentleman's style." Got it. ”

Ning Buqun sighed softly, his body suddenly moved, the sword light flickered, and he had already made a move. The speed seems to be slow and fast, the sword is cold, it seems to be real and virtual, it is like a willow leaf in the wind, ethereal and clear, and people can't estimate its traces.

Cheng Li's complexion changed rapidly. Because after digesting the memories of Mo Qixing and Jiang Broken String, he can see it completely. Ning Buqun's sword is not any of the swordsmanship of the Huashan faction, it seems to be one of the seventy-seven forty-nine hand Huifeng Dancing Willow Swords of the Bashan Gu Daoren.

The completely unexpected change made Cheng Li feel that he had lost his budget. All of a sudden, all the various counterattack methods that had been drawn up in advance were completely in vain, and none of them were used. As a last resort, Cheng Li had no choice but to retreat first.

Cheng Li retreated, and Ning Buqun entered. The sword in the palm of his hand is powerful, light and agile, and it is impossible to fathom. But the most powerful thing is the footwork he performs under his feet. Suddenly before and after, left and right, unexpected everywhere, but step by step to seize the opportunity.

Unconsciously, Ning Buqun actually led the long sword in his hand to draw out the Dao sword wire with this wonderful step, and then crisscrossed and intertwined into a net. Cheng Li was forced little by little, and gradually forced into the net. As long as Ning Buqun collects the net, he will definitely be able to take Cheng Li, a big fish......

All in one!