Struggling to suppress the unsteady breath, Su Wangge exhaled a turbid breath.

The disciples behind him were dumbfounded: they never knew that the master could edict "thousands of troops and horses".

It was an ancient battlefield, and the demon soldiers had arrived, confronting the two ghost hunts.

Su Wangge looked at the orderly army on the battlefield, and his emotions almost lost control.

Her red hunt, the one who accompanied her from birth to death. During his lifetime, he was under her command and fought for the country; After his death, he was ordered by her to fight for the world.

With a plucked piano note from his fingertips, the ghost red hunt rushed unstoppably towards the demon soldiers, and the blades buried deep in the earth finally saw the light again.

Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared on the opposite side of the Heavenly Dao.

Kiyoga.

Putting down the Nine Songs, he took the Qingge Sword from his disciple's hand, flew and jumped, and landed steadily in the center of the Heavenly Dao.

She had a look of "I have fought all over the world without an invincible opponent, but I can fight thousands of troops and horses, and I can fight thousands of people", but in her heart she was not afraid to die: she was afraid to stand on a high place, her left hand was injured, she was secretly poisoned in her body, and she was damaged by the torture of the soul nail.

Qing He also jumped lightly, and also came to the center of the Heavenly Dao, standing five or six steps away from Su Elegy.

Yun Qing's disciples saw the person who came clearly, and they were surprised and fearful: ...... their senior brother is the Demon Clan King of Annan?

Su Elegy looked at him fixedly, the painful emotions in her eyes rolled endlessly, stirring her whole eyes with a layer of red, and she opened her mouth: "Why do you want to do this?"

The corners of Qinghe's mouth raised mockingly, "What does the master think?"

Su Elegy also smiled far-fetchedly, "How do I know?"

"It's nothing, I just want to set foot in the world," Kiyoga said casually in a parental tone.

Su Wangge accepted the far-fetched smile, and didn't want to give him a superfluous expression, "If you insist on doing this, I won't be able to protect you, and I won't protect you anymore." ”

Qinghe smiled sincerely as if he had heard some big joke, "Didn't the master give up a long time ago?

"You and I are ruthless, it's all up to me to support myself, and it's impossible to keep warm if you want something that has no temperature. That's it, if you kill me, or I'll kill you," he said, drawing his knife and slashing at Kiyoga.

The swordsmanship of the two is extremely similar, and they are equally matched, and the sword is so fast that they can't see clearly with their eyes.

Su Elegy has always moved his lips more than he really moved, Yun Qing's apprentice really hadn't seen Su Elegy move his knife, and now he is here to feast his eyes here.

Quickly picked up Kiyoga's sword and lifted it up, and the two swords sparked violently. Qinghe's sword spun sharply and stabbed at Su Elegy's chest, and Su Elegy collected his sword in time to sweep away his sword from the bottom up.

With his left hand, he used his spiritual power and struck at him. Kiyoga also uses his magic power to block the attacks of spiritual power.

The two forces collided, separating the figures of the two who were quickly exchanging swords.

Standing still slightly, Su Elegy stepped forward with his sword again. The sword and sword clashed fiercely, and the sword qi flew wildly, cutting the railway all over the scars.

In this way, hundreds of sword moves were exchanged, and there was no intention of stopping at all.

Suddenly, a sharp knife struck out of thin air, rushing towards Kiyoga without warning. Su Wangge grabbed the knife as soon as he could, only holding the blade, and his palms were numb with shock, and blood was dripping in an instant. At the same time, he pushed Qing He away and pushed him towards the side where Yun Qingfeng's disciple was.

She acted in one go, and scolded "bastard things never know how to protect themselves"

Su Wangge, who reacted, suddenly thought that he had to shoot himself to death, he was used to protecting this kid before, and when he saw that he was in trouble, he couldn't help but be the first to rush out, in this chaotic and hostile situation, he still couldn't win the instinct, and getting used to it was really a terrible thing.

Su Elegy didn't have time to think about how to shoot himself to death, and looked sharply at the direction where the sharp knife was flying.

Dressed in red, with a smiley mask.

Su Wangge's brows furrowed deeply, counting the days, it was the seventh day.

Su Elegy really wanted to find a place to scold his mother: how annoying people and annoying people rushed together.

Su Wan singer was so distressed that a cold sweat broke out on her back, and before she could take a breath, the red-clothed ghost king attacked with the blurred sword.

The speed of the red-clothed world was faster, and Su Wangge stubbornly blocked every sword. She couldn't see the sword moves clearly, and she fought completely with years of experience.

Qinghe was pushed by Su Elegy, and stood on the edge of the Heavenly Dao, his eyes becoming a little dull.

A good manly husband of the monk and his party has always adhered to the principle of "men don't flick when they have tears", but now they can't help crying. He rushed out of a group of disciples, pointed at Qinghe and scolded: "You...... You're not a thing. ”

This indistinct scolding drove away the sluggishness in Qinghe's eyes, and turned his head to look at him coldly.

The monk and his entourage completely ignored Qinghe's eyes that were enough to kill people alive, and shouted while crying: "Shizun is so good to you, how did you treat her?

"When you were young, you had a conflict with the senior brother in Fengzhong, and the master was afraid that you would be wronged and that you would be isolated, so he had to take you to her courtyard regardless of the world's eyes. When you grew up, you provoked the young master of the demon clan, Chen Yue, and it was the master who blocked you for a palm to survive. ”

"Later, you left Yunqing Peak inexplicably, and Shizun also left with you, she went to look for you, and she came back after looking for a hundred years."

"Thirty lives in Qishan, you're good, pat your ass after killing someone and leave, put the shit basin on Shizun's head, Shizun has received thirty soul nails for you, one life and one soul nail!"

"Don't you know how heavy the punishment of the soul nail is? Shizun almost died, almost died...... After so many years, everyone knows who is best for the master, don't you have a bottom in your heart?"

After the monk and his party finished yelling, they covered their faces and squatted there crying silently.

Kiyoga's disguise for so many years collapsed in an instant, his eyes were red, and he was as lonely and helpless as a child.

Master ...... Why...... Thing...... Is that what it looks like......?

He turned out to have a ...... Such a good teacher for him...... But then ......

Su Wangge raised his sword to block the heavy blow of the red cloth, staggered, unconsciously took a step back, stepped into the air, instantly lost weightlessness, and the whole person fell down to the heavenly path.

Yun Qingfeng's apprentice's breathing was collectively stagnant, and his soul was about to go out of his body, and he wanted to fly over directly to catch his master.

At the last moment, a black figure flew over and caught Su Elegy.

Su Elegy was thinking about what position to use to fall down and die more happily, when he was suddenly grabbed by someone, opened his eyes, and saw that it was Qinghe, a little incredulous, "Qinghe?"

Before Qinghe could respond to Su Elegy, he suffered three consecutive blows from the red clothes in his back, and he couldn't hold back for a while, and spit blood on Su Elegy's clothes.

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