Before the start of the war, Qingqing retreated with the Heluo boxers, and the battle between the heavenly list and the earth list was something they could not intervene in.

But the group didn't really withdraw far before they were blocked by another group.

"Yikes!"

In the wilderness, Qingqing was startled by the dozen or so people standing up from the grass in front of him.

The group moved stiffly, and the skin on their bodies was covered with hideous sutures, and their faces were cut and stitched together, and the most terrifying thing was that.

There were no eyeballs in those sockets, only two strange bamboo tubes.

Ai Dacha's organizer!

At some point, they circled behind the rescuers, and at this time they were in all kinds of strange poses, blocking the way of this group of Heluo boxers.

"Rub Rub"

There was a sound of machine springs, and in Qingqing's surprised gaze, all kinds of blades popped out of those machine people's hands and arms.

Most exaggeratedly, several of them also had spider-like arms piercing from their backs.

It's as if he has four more hands out of thin air, and he still holds four sharp spears.

The Heluo boxers were not afraid, each drew his weapon, and he became a mess with these people who stood in the way.

Qingqing was also drawn into the battle.

But she is no longer the little junior sister who was powerless more than a year ago, relying on the light movement and the heavenly bracelet in her hand, she can hold on for a while.

It's just that these ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, how do they know how powerful these people are?

Their swords and fists can't hurt these brainless warriors with steel and iron rods at all, but the latter, who repeatedly surprise these boxers with actions that a living person can't do at all.

"Poof"

Black poisonous smoke erupted from the chest of a machine man, enveloping the battlefield, and it was impossible for those boxers to fight in the poisonous smoke, but these machine men were fearless.

In just a few breaths, several fighters were knocked out.

Qingqing was also hunted down by several machine people, one of whom had four more hands and was as weird as a spider.

The guy didn't have to walk on his feet at all, like a marionette, with the four spears behind him on the ground, his hands and body kept shooting hidden weapons at Qingqing.

The action is strange and ruthless.

Qingqing tried his best to dodge, but he couldn't hurt these puppets with the Heavenly Machine Bracelet, and just when he fell into danger, a black shadow suddenly rushed out from behind Qingqing.

It's a person!

No, no, not people!

Qingqing could see clearly that the person who rushed out from behind stabbed a black serrated blade from his wrist.

She lowered her head, and in the midst of the dirt and grass stalks flying under her feet, she rushed towards the few people in front of her.

It was a petite girl, and Qingqing knew her.

Met twice in Suzhou.

Isn't that Shen Lan's maid?

Why is she here?

Or have you become a machine man?

I wanted to think about it, but seeing that Xiuhe was desperate to help him entangle the few people who were chasing him, Qingqing looked back at the battlefield again, and the Heluo boxers were fighting quite hard.

She can't help, but at least she can't add to the chaos.

The girl rushed forward, dragging the two wounded boxers and retreating out of the battlefield.

After she rescued the four people, she suddenly heard a burst of horses' hooves, and the little sister raised her head and saw that in the evening night, a fast horse was rushing.

On that horse, there was a familiar figure with a hat.

"Big boss! Big boss! ”

Qingqing looked surprised, jumped to the side of the road, waved his hands at Qiu Buping, and shouted:

"Hurry up and save Xiao Tie, they are in the village behind!"

"Hmm."

Qiu Buping's horse flew past Qingqing's side, and he responded to the little junior sister, he grabbed the bright silver gun on his horse pocket, and glanced back at the machine people who were pestering the boxers.

The big boss flew up on his horse, and fell into the battlefield with a single rise and fall.

Then there was the sound of breaking wind, and in a few breaths, his figure flew up again, and swept towards the village behind him with his gun.

Qingqing's eyes widened, and she quickly returned to the puppet battlefield, and the dozen or so difficult puppets had turned into more than a dozen piles of debris and waste under the uneven gun.

"That's amazing!"

The little junior sister stood in the ruins and couldn't help but sigh.

She missed the Battle of Suzhou, and she didn't really see the night when the master of the Heavenly List was in full swing and destroyed the battlefield.

In her little brain, in a few breaths, it was beyond her imagination to be able to do what she was looking for.

"Huh?"

Qingqing turned her head and saw Xiuhe standing on the edge of the battlefield.

The order Shen Qiu gave her was to repel those puppets who were manipulated by Ai Dacha, and now that the task was completed, she entered a state of "shutdown".

"Can you speak?"

Qingqing stood in front of Xiuhe's eyes, poked her head out, looked at Xiuhe with a curious expression, and planned to reach out to touch it.

This battle, for her, is already over.

But for others, the battle continues.

"Wow"

Seeing that Shen Qiu had injured the Qingyang Demon Monarch, Hua Qing Gongzi no longer hesitated, his fingers wiped his waist, and in the light sword sound, the cold light in the jade belt around his waist rose.

A three-foot soft sword like a spiritual snake brought the wind and slammed it towards the Demon Lord's neck.

"Bell"

The blade of the sword struck Ai Dacha's neck, but it was blocked by a small round black fan-like shield that popped out of his collar, and it only blocked it for a moment, and the round shield flew away.

This Qingyang Demon Lord is not the same as other people in the Heavenly List.

He is a miraculous kung fu, and six points are in the mechanical arts.

The small shield was blocked, giving him time to react.

The talisman resurged, Ai Dacha threw Shen Qiu out of his hand like a stone, and then slashed his hand and slapped it, and was deftly dodged by Hua Qing.

This immortal son not only did not retreat, but instead used to dodge and accumulate strength, and once again swung his sword and stabbed forward.

The cyan true qi poured into the soft sword, making the snake-like sword straighten in an instant.

If it was like lightning and stabbed Ai Dacha's eyes, the blade of the sword was still wrapped with cyan airflow, turning into a sharp wind blade, stirring Ai Dacha's messy hair to fly.

"Smack"

The wolf stick flew into his hand, turning out the armor leaf on the stick, just like the Demon Lord holding a turtle-shaped shield.

In the rapid retreat, this lore sword was also blocked.

The Qingyang Demon Lord blocked this sword, then turned around and threw out two explosive bombs, and the flames splashed everywhere, and Hua Qing and the little Tielang monk who pounced were both knocked back a few steps, and were hit in the chest by the swinging wolf stick.

At the same time that the talisman true qi was dispersed, there were also black traps flying.

In the sound of the machine spring, several people present were all clasped by the delicate mechanism and their limbs, and they were powerless to resist, as if they were entangled in the iron web of the machine spider.

"Smack"

The black wolf stick was in front of Hua Qing's eyes, and Ai Dacha reached out and pulled out the Chengying Sword pierced in his abdomen, making the corners of his mouth grin in pain.

The black sword was thrown away by the mountain ghost again.

He looked at Hua Qing, who was trapped in the shackles in front of him, he touched his severed hair, and said:

"Fang Cun sword style, slashing bones and killing, this is Canglan's sword. Are you from Kunlun? ”

"Yes."

Hua Qing struggled a few times, and when he saw that he couldn't open the struggle, he stopped exerting his strength, he sat cross-legged on the ground with difficulty, and said to Ai Dacha:

"Since you know the Canglan Sword, you must have seen my master?"

"Well, there was a one-sided relationship."

The Qingyang Demon Lord touched his stubble, and he said:

"When Brother Zhang went to Kunlun, I was fortunate to walk with him, and I also saw the Canglan Absolute Sword of Xianchi Zhenren, and the eerie sword wind almost forced Brother Zhang into a desperate situation.

Tsk, you little baby, your swordsmanship is much worse than your master's! ”

"We'll see if we wait ten years."

Hua Qing shrugged her shoulders and said:

"At that time, if the Demon Lord is still alive, I will let you see my Canglan Absolute Sword!"

"Huh"

Ai Dacha sneered, and he carried the wolf stick and walked towards the struggling iron boy.

He said to the others:

"One by one, you are either apprentices of the old people, or people from the immortal sect.

It's not good for Lao Tzu to break your martial arts, so let's get out, but between Lao Tzu and you, there is nothing to say. ”

After speaking, he kicked Shen Qiu hard and scolded:

"Hit the street, eat the chop at the bottom of the bowl of noodles! Count yourself lucky this time, and next time you encounter it, I have to tear you down! ”

Shen Qiu was the most ruthless to be tied.

Ai Dacha tied three shackles around him, almost tying him into a dumpling, and even his mouth was sealed with chains.

Shen Qiu saw Ai Dacha walking towards the broken iron, and he kept whining.

The young man also had some fear and anger in his eyes.

"You are a miraculous muscle, and you are a peerless material."

Ai Dacha looked at the broken iron, as if admiring the most beautiful work of art in the world, and his eyes lit up and said:

"When Lao Tzu takes you back to Qingyang Mountain, you will be concocted, at most two years, Lao Tzu will ensure that you dominate the world, and no one can beat you...

The opportunity for the lost Heavenly Martial Guard to reappear is on you. ”

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the iron.

But the hand reached out a few inches, but it didn't move forward.

The Blue Sun Demon Lord's body froze in place, maintaining that movement, as if time had paused.

But it's not.

It's just that there is a cold aura added to his body, and the murderous aura is surging, so that he doesn't dare to move anymore.

Not only Ai Dacha, but everyone who was trapped at the scene felt the cold murderous aura.

As if being dragged into a bloodthirsty battlefield, facing an undefeated iron army that had begun to charge, Shen Qiu struggled to raise his head and look towards the entrance of the abandoned village that had been completely destroyed.

There, in the evening, a man was walking slowly.

He was wearing a black Confucian shirt, a black gauze hat, and an eight-foot bright silver spear in his hand, and the red tassels on the gun were swaying in the gust of cold wind.

One will move, ten thousand soldiers will go.

The person who came was only one person, but there was a solemn majesty of the army.

After he took a few more steps, the cold and murderous aura came in exponentially, like a violent wind blowing in his face, making Shen Qiu feel suffocated.

Heavenly list!

It's definitely a heavenly list!

You can't go wrong with this pressure!

Ai Dacha gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to continue forward, trying to escape by clutching the folding iron.

But the next moment, an indifferent voice sounded in the night:

"One more inch, your life is over!"

"Revenge!"

Ai Dacha jumped up in anger, he turned around and grabbed the wolf stick, and shouted to the people behind him:

"I have nothing to do with you!

When you came to Qilu, you didn't commit adultery, let alone do any heinous evil, no matter how big the rules of the village are, you can't control Lao Tzu, right?

Don't be nosy! ”

"It's not about the rules of the village."

Qiu Buping stopped ten zhang away, stood with a gun, he carried his left hand, and said to Ai Dacha:

"It's a personal vendetta... Let go of me, and let you go! ”

"Your son?"

Ai Dacha's eyes widened, and half of his face was paralyzed.

He was the first to look at Shen Qiu, he thought that Qiu Buping was also here for Shen Qiu.

And Brother Zhang values this Shen Qiu so much, is it because he is the son of the enemy?

No way?

"It's not him."

The young man who was sitting cross-legged in place held back a smile, shook his head and pointed at Xiao Tie with his chin.

He said:

"It's him! The 'peerless treasure' in your mouth, the Demon Lord won't think that I have no backhand, so I rushed to die, right? ”

"Huh?"

Qingyang Demon Monarch and Shen Qiu's faces were dull.

He looked down at Xiao Tie, Xiao Tie's honest face also showed an innocent expression, he was born as an enemy blood, and he couldn't choose.

That's a bad thing.

Ai Dacha learned the reason for Qiu Buping's intervention, and he was a little hesitant for a while.

In all fairness, it is very unwise to provoke such a murderer as a feud for the sake of a good material.

But if you lose the broken iron, and then you want to find such a good material, then you don't know if it is the Year of the Monkey.

If you want to win the fifty-nine old man in the machine technique in a dignified manner, you have to make a real "Heavenly Martial Guard"!

Qiu Buping was not in a hurry, so he stood there proudly, waiting for Ai Dacha to make a decision.

There is also a difference between the masters of the heavenly list.

A master like Ai Dacha, who is proficient in tricks and wins with tricks, is definitely not an opponent in a one-on-one situation.

This can also be seen from the ranking of the heavenly list.

Qiu Buping is the seventh on the twelve-day list, and Ai Dacha is the twelfth, the crane tail in the heavenly list.

Qingyang Demon Lord knew very well that Qiu Buping was doing things so squarely, which was already giving him face.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to stop Ai Dacha's current physical condition.

The Hundred Birds Chaofeng Spear in Qiu Buping's hand is also one of the twelve weapons.

A stab was enough for him.

"Brother Ai this time, you should give me a face, how about it?"

Seeing Ai Dacha's entangled face, Qiu Buping spoke again:

"Count me as a grudge and owe you a favor."

It's down the stairs.

It stands to reason that Ai Dacha should be accepted when he sees it.

But this guy is a psychopath...

"Phew!"

Ai Dacha waved the wolf stick in his hand, and his left hand reached behind him, holding a cold object.

He stared at the round eyes and shouted to Qiu Buping:

"Lao Tzu needs you to give face?

Back then, Brother Zhang gave you enough face and asked you to conspire with great things, but you were shameless! This peerless treasure, Lao Tzu is going to decide today!

By the way, give Brother Zhang an outlet!

If you have to stop it, we've done it once! ”

"Wow"

With a sharp sound, the bright silver spear moved, and was held by Qiu Buping's hands, and the tip of the spear shook like a short blade, and then fell into a line, pointing directly at Ai Dacha.

Under the black gauze hat, Qiu Buping's face was full of frost.

"Then, here we go!"