In the middle of the sound of Xiao Sheng's sword qi, Shangguan Xiaoxian's body method has reached the limit, but there is still a blood mark on the slender white arm, dyeing the plain skirt a blood-red.

"Huh?"

Yu Xiao Lao Dao sneered proudly, but as if he felt something, he glanced at Su Liu, not without fear, Su Liu just opened his eyes, and the cold murderous machine that bloomed from the empty mask like a god's mansion was colder than frost and snow, indifferent and emotionless, which made him feel a slight chill in his heart.

"Not good!"

Just this one look made Yu Xiao Dao's heart palpitate, knowing that Su Liu's concentration was profound, and the Heavenly Demon Charm Skill that could have made people intoxicated and not knowing the way back was actually invalid for him, from the time he gave the order until Yu Burst out, it was only three breaths of time, and no one could transcend the sea of desire in such a short time.

No matter who is here, he doesn't have the rich experience of the rivers and lakes, and Zhuo Donglai doesn't have either. Jade Xiao Daoist almost debuted with Shen Lang in a period of time, and he also personally experienced the ten years of Xiao Li Tanhua, but he did not have more than a few Jiazi experience in the rivers and lakes, but compared with Shen Lang and others, there is a huge difference in talent, so Shen Lang and others are already martial arts myths, but he can only mix to the tenth in the world.

Of course, this talent is only relatively speaking, and he is already a genius in ten thousand compared to ordinary people.

Integrating the swordsmanship and the Demon Sect's magic sound and magic skills into his own flute sound was already a school of its own, and suddenly even Su Liu suffered a secret loss.

But the Jade Xiao Daoist was overshadowed in his heart, he knew that Gongzi Yu had not only transcended the magic sound charm skill, he had already moved to kill!

Don't move the thunder to take down Shangguan Xiaoxian with one blow. There is only one way to die!

"Kill!"

The true qi in his body was drummed to the point of no return, and the Jade Xiao Daoist intercepted Shangguan Xiaoxian with a sword phantom, causing her to be injured. The second sword was about to come out again, and Shangguan Xiaoxian's delicate and pale was like a falling petal.

At this moment, a dark and deep long sword, without the slightest light, pierced through the gloomy night and plunged into the shadow of his Xiaosheng sword.

The sword aura is mighty, and the forest is endless.

"Songyang Iron Sword!"

"Guo Ding. Are you crazy and don't know what you're doing, just catch Shangguan Xiaoxian. Jing Wufang, he will definitely come to you. ”

The muscles on the face of the Jade Xiao Daoist twitched~, hideous and ugly, that kind of smile was a laugh that was both shocked and angry and completely unbelievable, and Guo Ding, the heir of the Songyang Iron Sword, was full of hatred. It was driven by a common purpose with them. It is also an important combat power they can rely on, in their design, even if they can't cause any damage to Su Liu, it is enough to use it as cannon fodder to delay Su Liu's footsteps.

"I said earlier that this person is unreliable." Yiye's crying voice is not terrifying, in the past, the Songyang Iron Sword was ranked above the Blue Devil's hand, and the Red Devil's hand in the current dynasty is a little hostile to him.

"I fought Shangguan Xiaoxian, just to find Jing Wulife, and it was also my own business. It has nothing to do with you, I want to use the Songyang Iron Sword. Defeat him with dignity. With so many members of your Demon Sect, what kind of ability is it to deal with a little girl together? Guo Ding's thick eyebrows furrowed, the long sword blocked the sword first, and the sword qi intersected in pairs, and their respective wrists shook in unison, and they took a step back.

"You"

Seeing that the big thing was about to help, but he was accused of righteous words by this Songyang iron sword, Lu Di, the king of power and law, was almost angry, and he really wanted to persuade this delicate and helpless little girl in the eyes of the young man Shangguan Xiaoxian was definitely not a good person, and he killed Di Qinglin under the parting hook, and the little marquis didn't know how many masters

It's just that this kind of thing is just a waste of time to say it at this time, he is shrewd and has already discovered the difference on Su Liu's side.

That majestic murderous aura rushed into the sky, surging like a substance, Lu Di raised one hand and said, "It's too late, kill him quickly!" ”

He said killing, which caused the evil spirit of the demon sect to point at Guo Ding, but his own person jumped up from the ground, a distance of several zhang, from top to bottom, and fell sharply towards Guo Ding's Heavenly Spirit Empty Gate with one hand.

Although they are all turned faces, there is a big difference between them, one is to save people, and the other is to kill.

This is still Zhuo Donglai, who has quietly swept around Shangguan Xiaoxian, and the Jade Xiao Daoist has also realized the urgency of the situation, the all-pervasive killing machine, the killing machine that is about to boil.

The rest of the people all struggled to prepare to commit suicide Guo Ding, but the old Taoist of Yuxiao did not listen to Lu Di, his eyes were fierce, and he only stared at Shangguan Xiaoxian, who was stunning in the country.

The scene fell into a chaotic battle in an instant, Guo Dingting stopped Lu Di with his sword, but the Jade Xiao Daoist chased after Guan Xiaoxian and did not let go.

While!

I only heard a crisp sound of gold and iron, when there seemed to be sparks splashing in the air, Lu Di has learned Wudang's internal kung fu since he was a child~ and then transferred to his family to pass on his external skills, his hands have really been practiced no different from iron hands.

It's just that Guo Dingyuan could take advantage of the situation to take advantage of the situation and sweep up with his backhand, and counterattack Lu Di who was fighting condescendingly in the air with a sword, but he intercepted the other terrible hand.

Naturally, it was the hand of the Red Devil who cried at night.

There was a dangerous aura above his head again, but Guo Ding laughed loudly and said a good word.

When the words came out, he could hear the sound of gold and iron splitting the wind behind his head, instinctively listening to the wind to identify the position, shrinking his head to the side, and the Songyang Iron Sword did not forget to counterattack, stabbing straight into the sky.

It's just that he dodged very quickly, and his reaction was almost at the limit, but the scarlet palm wind still slapped on Guo Ding's shoulder, Guo Ding's shoulder shrugged, making his heart hurt, but the true qi of the body couldn't stop this heavy blow, poof, his left arm instantly collapsed and hung down, and a mouthful of backblood couldn't be suppressed no matter what, gushing out~ out.

At this time, Guo Ding's qi machine was scattered, and Lu Di actually clamped Guo Ding's black and heavy Songyang iron sword with both hands.

A swordsman loses the long sword that he has entrusted his life to his hand, like a tiger has his claws and teeth broken, but what is there to be afraid of, Yi Ye cried in his heart and was ecstatic, he never liked to touch hard stones, but he was not afraid to pinch soft persimmons.

Guo Ding's breath and footsteps were already scattered, and Yi Ye's crying eyes were blazing, and he said coldly: "Give me death!" ”

The Red Devil has extracted gold and iron, quenched a hundred poisons, and refined it for nine years, which is even stronger than the toxicity of the Blue Devil Hand back then.

Yi Ye's crying is much more shameless than Yi crying, looking at Guo Ding's flaw, he suddenly slapped his backhand.

The Red Devils are ruthless.

The moonlight was bleak and cold, and there was already a sound of hurried footsteps outside the rain house, but there was a river of blood flowing inside the rain house.

Of course, it's the blood of the people of the Demon Cult.

Red and black.

Su Liu breathed a long sigh of relief, the gentle hidden sleeve knife in his hand, the blade as thin as a cicada's wings was light ~ trembling, and the red blood was gathering drop by drop to the blade, like a stream, rolling down to the ground.

Not all beautiful vases are eligible for Suliu's collection.

(To be continued.) )