It was night in Suzhou, and it was nearly early in the morning.

The great climax of the confrontation between good and evil is dissipating, and the disciples of the Seven Peerless Sect and the Five Elements Gate have also been defeated in the city, but they have to face the encirclement and interception of the True Martial Pure Yang Sect when they escape from the city.

It's like a net, and it's already open.

No matter where the You Fighting Trapped Beasts run, they have already been caught in the net, and the end is not destined to be very good.

But this kind of arrangement of heaven and earth net is nothing to Qu Xie, who has escaped from the hands of the two heavenly list masters.

As long as he is given some time, this disguised demon lord will be able to get out of the way.

He's lucky.

The reckless man who had been following him all the way was gone.

That Ren Hao was also dragged by the old man Peach Blossom, and he had no time to separate.

Moxia Wujiu had already chased the crazy Qingyang Demon Lord to an unknown place.

There seemed to be nothing left to stop Qu Xie from leaving.

But he was unlucky.

Because at the last moment of breaking through and escaping, there was a strange and dangerous guy who blocked his last way.

"Zheng"

The sword roared and made a long roar.

The moon-like sword light swept in front of Qu Xie's body, shattering the several true and false phantoms he had separated with phantom footwork.

There is no sword qi in the air, and there is no domineering sword style.

But it was the sword after sword that came from this void that locked every possibility of the Qu Evil breaking through.

It's as if you're trapped in the immortal sword array.

It's like Liu Zhuoran is the commander, Ling Xujian is the soldier, in this sword array of a single sword, there are sword blades everywhere you look, and wherever you go, you will usher in the first sword.

The number of strange doors is the principle of the secret formation.

This feeling is somewhat similar to the completely unfolded Xiaoxiang Sword, but the Ling Xuan Sword in Liu Zhuoran's hand is three points lighter than Lin Huiyin's Xiaoxiang Sword.

It's as if you've really left the world, without a trace of fireworks.

It's like a spider has built a web, and in the center of the spider web, Liu Zhuoran is manipulating, and he is a flying insect that falls into the web.

"Huh"

Qu evil appeared from the darkness behind Liu Zhuoran.

The Five Elements Heart Determination turns into sharp gold in the left hand, and the thick earth in the right hand.

One offense and one defense, the majesty of the end.

He danced with his left hand, and in an instant, hundreds of stars appeared behind Liu Zhuoran's head.

But the latter took a step forward, his robe flew around, and he threw out a move of Su Qin's back sword without looking back.

Ling Xu's ancient sword danced out of the moon halo, engulfing all the cold rays of the shadow.

This sword...

Eccentric!

When Qu Xie saw the light and cold moon fainting on his face, he knew that something was wrong, and he retreated like a dark night, like a willow in the wind, scattering his body.

Liu Zhuoran also accepted the sword style.

He held the sword in his left hand, raised the blade of the ancient sword diagonally upward, and formed a sword finger with his right hand, sticking it to the blade of the moon halo sword, slightly closing his eyes, and radiating his senses.

The evil is still there.

The Demon Lord didn't think about escaping.

In other words, he always has to take the Xiuhe maid who was thrown on the ground with him.

The Ling Xuan Sword in Liu Zhuoran's hand buzzed under the moon, as if he was talking to the sword-wielder.

The body of this ancient sword has a mysterious cloud pattern, which is snow-white, and it seems to be washed in the cold stream, and the sword light is cold, but it is not murderous.

The sword is three feet four inches long, and the blade is three fingers wide.

The blade of the sword is uncast, and the shape of the sword grid is peaceful in the middle, and its form is the sword grid sword of the Spring and Autumn Sword, which is somewhat similar to the sword of Nataia.

The hilt of the sword is like jade and iron, and it is not stained with cold, warm and moist, like a gentleman.

Looking directly at the sword body is like climbing a high mountain and looking at the deep sea.

Ethereal and deep, the gentle blade always seemed to be covered with a light veil.

Under the moonlight, there is a starlight reflection on the Lingxu Ancient Sword, and there is a moon halo when dancing, which is quite a fairy atmosphere.

It's normal to have this vision.

Jianjun Liu Zhuoran was born in Nanhai, Guangdong, and was accepted as a disciple by Penglai Xianshan in the East China Sea since he was a child.

That Penglai Mountain was originally one of the declining immortal cultivation sects in this era.

Although the prosperity has faded, the heritage remains.

In such a sect, it will not surprise people to take out anything strange and strange.

The sword-wielder was protected in front of Xiuhe's maid, and he was surrounded by a sword for several feet, and any wind and grass would be perceived by him.

Qu Xie was hidden in the darkness, quietly looking at Liu Zhuoran.

and Xiuhe at his feet.

In the Demon Lord's heart, a voice told him that this Penglai heir was a little weird, and he should turn around and leave.

But the unwillingness to be plotted by Shen Lan is driving Qu Xie to make a last stand.

Take Xiuhe away!

Give that Shen Lan an unforgettable, regretful lifelong lesson!

After a short period of weighing, Qu Xie made up his mind, he was also a generation of demon lords, how could he be scared off by juniors, so he had to take a risk.

The true qi of the five elements in the Demon Lord's body was mobilized, rapidly changing between the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.

His breath became thick and abnormal, and the slender and strange fish intestine spines in his hands began to hum.

After a short accumulation of strength, Qu Xie flew out from hiding in the night, the speed was as fast as lightning, and Liu Zhuoran, who was holding the sword, also opened his eyes, and the Ling Xuan sword stabbed forward.

"Poof"

The blade of the sword touched the lightning-like warp evil, but it made a sound of soap bubbles bursting.

The long sword pierced the air, Liu Zhuoran's complexion changed slightly, and he was a foot on his side, and the real Qu Evil was smiling and stabbing the fish intestine short knife, which was the technique of the Red Lian Demon Monarch pressing the bottom of the box.

Taken from the king's bureaucracy, the fish intestine is absolutely life and death!

Since Qu Xie has practiced such a stunt, no one has been able to escape from this shocking stab.

It's a pity that the Demon Lord was too seriously injured before, and this fish intestine thorn is much weaker than when it was in its heyday, regardless of speed or strength.

If it was in its heyday, the moment he was violently killing, the fish intestine thorn would have pierced the heart of this sword monarch.

"Bang"

The green tiles under Liu Zhuoran's feet were shattered, and the light true qi in his body exploded on the soles of his feet, and his figure became abnormal at this moment.

Almost following the dark red fish intestines an inch in front of him, he retreated in parallel.

It's like a wild goose sweeping across the sky, and the speed is fast.

He was forced out a few feet away by this stab, and he could only watch the sneering Qu Xie pick up Xiuhe maid from the ground, turn around and escape.

But...

"Go!"

With a burst of shouts, Liu Zhuoran's five fingers were separated, and the Ling Xuan Sword that was held in his hand was like an arrow from the string, suddenly flying out of the sword monarch's hand.

The ancient sword spanned several zhang and stabbed at Qu Xie with a whoosh.

Blocked by the latter with a fish gut thorn.

But as soon as the sword technique in the sword monarch's hand was drawn, the ancient sword that was knocked away slashed in a circle in the air, stabbing at Qu Xie from another direction.

This time, the ancient sword shook out nine phantoms in the night, real and false, and it was completely impossible to distinguish between the real and the false.

The moon is swallowed, and the lightning sweeps the sky.

"Poof"

Blood burst out, and the ancient sword stabbed into Qu Xie's shoulder, causing the Demon Lord to scream in pain.

He looked back at Liu Zhuoran who was flying by, and his eyes were full of astonishment.

This is no ordinary sword trick at all!

This...

Could this be this, the Immortal Flying Sword?

"Bang"

The Sword Monarch wouldn't explain anything to Qu Xie, he flew over, carried a strange martial art, slapped Qu Xie in the back of the heart, and clasped his right hand into a claw shape.

Buckled at the wound of the evil spirit, and pulled it outward.

Break open the wound of the evil spirit.

A piece of chic mutton fat white jade was stuffed between the wounds.

"Ahh

The Red Lian Demon Lord screamed miserably, his body trembled, as if he had been electrocuted, and he fell on the eaves of the green tiles, curled up on all fours, his facial features twitching.

That well-maintained face is like a teenager who has aged in an instant.

After years of penance and cultivation of yin and yang evil arts, the "yin and yang qi" accumulated was absorbed from the body by the strange jade without reservation.

The pain is no less than peeling the skin and cramping.

"Wow"

With the sound of the light sword, the Ling Xuan Ancient Sword accurately fell back into the sword box behind Liu Zhuoran.

The spring sounded, and the sword case closed.

Jian Jun gasped and took out the mutton fat jade from the evil wound.

He looked at Qu Xie, who was curled up in pain under his feet, and was no longer able to fight back, adjusted his breathing rate, and said to him coldly:

"The master has rules, and those who are related to Penglai are not allowed to take their lives. But this rule only protects you once, and if you violate it again next time, you will not be killed!

Do it for yourself! ”

After speaking, this Liu Zhuoran bent down to pick up the Xiuhe maid who couldn't move, and with a light tap of his toes, he flew away from this remote eaves and disappeared into the night of Suzhou.

After a few breaths, Qu Xie, who was more than ten years old, got up from the ground tremblingly.

The "Yin and Yang Qi" that had been saved to break through the bottleneck of martial arts was taken away.

It's painful.

But it didn't hurt his roots.

The aura adopted by those yin and yang is used to prepare to break through the innate realm in one fell swoop, and it is considered a foreign object.

He clutched the wound on his shoulder, and his gray eyes were full of resentment.

"Women... I need women..."

Qu Xie muttered to himself, as if he had lost his mind.

At this time, he urgently needed to find the Ding Furnace to replenish the aura and repair his injuries.

His inner irritability was almost out of control, so he let the evil thoughts in his heart drive, trembling like a ghost, jumping away from the place and sweeping beyond the city wall.

"Demon Lord!"

After a few breaths, Qu Xie met the people in the Demon Dao who had been scattered.

Looking at the style of the clothes, it should be the Seven Peerless Sects.

A female disciple saw Qu Xie's body swaying, and thought that the Demon Lord might be injured, so she came to support him.

But as soon as she got close to Qu Xie, her wrist was clasped by the door master.

The female disciple raised her head and saw the beast-like light in Qu Xie's eyes.

"Tear up"

The clothes were torn and the woman screamed.

The other Seven Peerless Sect members were about to step forward to stop the atrocity, but in the hum of the fish intestine thorns, they were pierced by the cold light of the sky that Qu Xie casually waved out, leaving only a corpse.

Immediately afterwards, a miserable and charming voice sounded far away in the night outside the city.

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Twenty miles outside Suzhou, Zhang Chu was riding on a horse, surrounded by more than 30 elite seven elites.

The Xuanhuang Four Guards, who had strange movements and were unusually silent, were tightly protected by Zhang Chu's side.

Zhang Lan, the unconscious and miserable "second son", was carried on the shoulders of a tall disciple of the Seven Peerless.

The group walked unhurriedly.

They had already left the area where the True Martial Pure Yang Sect was deployed outside the city, and they had also left the area where Suzhou City was fighting, so no one would rush so far in the night to pursue this group of demon sect thieves.

They've already escaped.

It's just Zhang Chu's expression, but it's not relaxed, and there is no joy.

The loss of the doorman is not to be said.

As long as the life and death contract is in hand, those lower-level disciples want as many as they want.

But the loss of the elite is distressing, and the loyal henchman Kutuo is also buried in the city of Suzhou.

The evil sword master he carefully cultivated was worried about his life, and he was also trapped in the suburbs of Suzhou by decent people, and it was unknown whether he could survive or not.

If the piece of jade is dead...

It's really distressing.

Also, the magic knife that is very likely to fall into the hands of decency is evil.

Although he didn't have the idea of using that magic knife himself, it was the only supreme twelve weapon in the hands of the Seven Peerless Sects after all, and if he lost it like this, he was afraid that it would be difficult to get it back in the future.

But in the current situation, it is absolutely impossible for Zhang Chu to go back to support the worrying life.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

This is Zhang Chu's life creed, it is a pity that the magic knife is lost, but if he falls into danger because of a magic knife, it is a little too worthless.

After all, it's a foreign object...

Thinking of this, Zhang Chu touched the sword-shaped jade hanging on his chest.

This thing was cold to the hand, but whether it was injected with true qi or dripping with blood, there was no reaction, which made Zhang Chu a little disappointed.

He also knew that this jade was his father's beloved object.

He was sure that the object that his father loved so much was destined to be extraordinary, like a complex locket, and there must be some way to unravel it, but it would take countless attempts.

He has always been very patient with such mysterious treasures.

"Restored"

The sound of the neighing and galloping of the war horse sounded in the night behind the pedestrian, and Zhang Chu, who was rubbing the sword jade, suddenly opened his eyes, tightened the reins of the horse, and looked back.

On the post road behind him, two horses were galloping.

The man above him was dressed in tattered black, with a peculiar ghost face on his face, and carried a long sword with black iron plates.

The other was dressed in a single coat, stained with blood, with black hair swaying behind him, holding the reins of a horse in one hand and the seven-star swaying knife in the other.

There are only two of them!

"Shen Qiu!"

Zhang Chu looked at the two horses, stopped ten zhang behind the crowd, and was quickly surrounded by the seven elite elites.

A hint of color flashed in the unique eyes of the Seven Peerless Sect Masters, and he sneered and said:

"Did you come to give me a knife?"

Shen Qiu didn't answer.

He turned his head to look at the Silent Mountain Ghost, and he said:

"Brother, he will hand it over to you, and the piece of jade on his chest."

"Hmm"

The mountain ghost nodded, and pulled out the black shadow bearing device from his back.

This sword...

Alas, the appearance is too miserable, just looking at the appearance, it really can't be called a good blade, just like the iron fiber found from the blacksmith shop.

"Others, yours."

The mountain ghost held the sword, he glanced at Shen Qiu, and he said:

"Okay? Sand sculptures. ”

"Why not?"

Shen Qiu laughed, the shaking light in his hand was impacted by Chengying, and it was no longer as good as the previous resistance and ferocity, although he was still disobedient, it was as silent as non-violent non-cooperation.

But Shen Qiu no longer needed to use his true qi to fight against the fierce sword intent.

He looked at the seven elite who surrounded the two of them, and after a night of hard fighting, he finally broke to the end.

Tonight's final battle is in front of us!

Fight to the death!

He and his brother ran through the night to kill the thief.

With the body of two people, fighting against dozens of times the enemy, this is the Jianghu martial arts in his imagination, and this is the happy revenge he wants.

Today's revenge will be avenged today!

Why wait until tomorrow?

Shen Qiu's heart was full of pride, he carried the seven stars and shook the light, and said to the mountain ghost:

"Brother, look at my means!"

"Kill!"

"Kill them!"

Shen Qiu's shouting and Zhang Chu's indifferent order sounded at the same time, practicing the sword light, the autumn wind was sassy, and under the three-point sacrifice, the gentle and peaceful Xue Ji True Qi also danced wildly.

The sword light came to his face, and immediately the seven absolute thieves spurted blood and fell to the ground.

Shen Qiu's knife style was up, and the mountain ghost also jumped up from the horse, and there were nearly ten zhang between him and Zhang Chu.

But ten zhang away, the mountain ghost only took seven steps to complete.

Every time he took a step, there were thieves who approached him ambushing the corpse on the spot, and even Zhang Chu couldn't see the sword style of the mountain ghost clearly, just like the mountain ghost slaughtering the thieves of the Northern Dynasty in Taihang.

Effortless.

And with every step, there was a mountain ghost phantom breaking out, and at the end of the seventh step, Zhang Chu, who had a solemn face, swung his knife and slashed at the ghost swordsman in front of him, and the mountain ghost raised his sword and slashed obliquely.

Seven phantoms, eight shadows, and eight sword strokes came to the face.

The Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Siwei on Zhang Chu's side flew out in the blink of an eye, and the war horse behind Zhang Chu was even more dismembered on the spot in the scroll like a sword blade.

Blood is in the sky.

Zhang Chu retreated with his sword, and before the greedy wolf knife style could be unfolded, he was forcibly cut off by the swordsmanship of the mountain ghost in front of him.

He looked at the mountain ghost in front of him, and he asked in a cold voice:

"What kind of swordsmanship are you?"

"Wow"

The shadow roared and landed on the side of the mountain ghost.

Under the ghost face, there are a pair of gloomy eyes, and Zhang Chu has goosebumps all over his body.

He didn't answer Zhang Chu's question, but stretched out his finger, pointed at Zhang Chu, and said in a hoarse voice like a ghost:

"That piece of jade, my brother's thing..."

"Bring it!"