"I ......" Su Lun is usually called a person who can speak good ways, but when he encounters Zhu Lianzhi's tongue, it is like a knot, and he can't speak for a long time. If there is nothing between them, who can believe it.

Su Lun and Zhu Zhizhi's relationship was short-lived, and before the two of them could say a word, they were interrupted by Fang He and Su Xin who suddenly appeared. It's not that Fang He and Su Xin didn't allow them to speak, but that Su Lun saw the two of them coming, and hurriedly sacrificed the magic weapon to break through the air, and Zhu Lianzhi wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Fang He.

"Senior Sister Zhu, the guy surnamed Gu ran away when he saw us, why are you chasing him with his guts?" In Su Xin's words, apart from disdain for Su Lun, he really couldn't find any other emotions. But Zhu Lianzhi knew that Su Luntian was not afraid, the earth was not afraid, how could he be afraid of Fang He and Su Xin? He just wanted to hide in himself......

Zhu Lianzhi didn't pay attention to Su Xin, and Fang He said when he saw this: "Senior sister, it's almost time for the first game to end, and it's important to participate in the conference." ”

However, Zhu Zhuozhi knew what it meant to be prioritized, and it was important for them to participate in the conference at the moment, so she didn't chase Su Lun, but followed Fang He up the mountain together.

It is said that Du Qiu and his entourage searched for Su Lun in the mountain to no avail, so they decided to go up the mountain first, the sky is dangerous, the plank road is connected, and there is a checkpoint on the way up the mountain. At this moment, the three of them were in front of this level......

"Aren't you the best at bullying people with more people, and now I'll teach you what it means to have too many people!" The person who stood in front of the pass was Bai Ling, and it was Du Qiu and the three of them who were waiting for him here. If he was alone, he would not be afraid, but there were almost twenty monks behind him, and their cultivation was not low.

"You're the snatchers, right?" Ke Yan was the first to speak, the only famous organization in this conference was this one snatcher, looking at Bai Ling's formation, I am afraid that it is also the rumored snatcher.

"That's right, we're snatchers, but today even if you don't have a token, you'll die!" Bai Ling didn't shy away from anything, he hated a person as he hated a person, and if he wanted a person to die, he would definitely do whatever it took to make that person unable to live.

Du Qiu's temper became more and more irritable, and when he heard Bai Ling threatening to kill him, he suddenly became angry in his heart, gathered his sword and stepped forward, and pointed his sword at the gate.

"Then try it. Du Qiu's cold words still have his previous gentleness, but where is his gentleness that everyone can see......

"Looking for death!" Among the three people, Bai Ling hated Du Qiu the most, so before Du Qiu could attack, Bai Ling sacrificed a magic weapon and killed him.

This time, Du Qiu only came to the one that condensed a sword, a cyan flying sword. Du Qiu took out the sword, like a poisonous snake, fast and vicious, Bai Ling can become the fourth son of the Haoqi League, it is not in vain, others can't continue to stop the sword moves, he can take it, Du Qiu's sword he took it, with the tip of the sword to take it, is the collision of the tip of the sword a coincidence? No, this is Bai Ling's ability, not to deviate from Du Qiu's sword.

Du Qiu began to move again, and at that moment, seven or eight swords had already been stabbed, and the angles of each sword were so tricky, but the result of each sword was the same, and they could all be blocked by Bai Ling with the tip of the sword one by one.

"You're too slow!" Bai Ling smiled gloomily, the sword in his hand was like lightning, and he counterattacked Du Qiu's twelve swords in that instant. Is Du Qiu's sword slow? slow, very slow, but even if it is very slow, it can block Bai Ling's lightning-like sword grid, the breeze is coming, the water is not rippling, Du Qiu is in such a calm state at the moment.

Qingfeng swordsmanship pays attention to this kind of sword intent that overcomes rigidity with softness and does not change with change, Du Qiu's sword is like a gust of wind, not crazy or manic, but just right.

"Bullnose, you go to die!"

Bai Ling was furious, and the sword in his hand was faster, if his sword was like lightning before, this time his sword was a lightning, a fast and powerful lightning.

"It's so strong. Ke Yan and Zhu Xin, who were confronting others on the side, both emitted such feelings in their hearts, and they were even more afraid of Du Qiu. However, Du Qiu was not afraid, I saw him raise the sword lightly, pointing at Bai Ling, who was rushing towards him, at this moment Du Qiu thought that it was a sword, a sharp sword that could kill people at any time.

"Bai Ling, stop!"

It's too late, it's too soon. Just when Bai Ling's sword was about to collide with Du Qiu's sword, after a shout, a spear flew by, and the spear hit Bai Ling's sword like a swimming dragon, the sword stopped shooting, and Bai Ling also fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood had reached his mouth, but he swallowed it back raw, he was very angry and aggrieved, but he had no choice, because the owner of the gun was none other than Fang He.

"Boss, why did you save him!" Bai Ling shouted at Fang He, who had just gone up the mountain.

"He's saving you. Zhu Zhuozhi said coldly. It's just that as soon as this statement came out, no one believed it, and they all thought that Du Qiu would definitely die under Bai Ling's sword, but Zhu Lianzhi and Fang He knew that if Bai Ling really bumped into Du Qiu's sword, Du Qiu might be seriously injured, but Bai Ling would die, even if he didn't die, he would become a waste.

"May I ask the Taoist chief, the sword just now is for my junior brother's life?" Fang He didn't care about Bai Ling, but looked at Du Qiu, he had a lot of curiosity about Du Qiu.

Seeing Fang He asking, Du Qiu put away his sword and calmed down, because he knew that the person in front of him was not so easy to deal with, so he simply collected his sword intent, and he didn't lose his momentum.

"Xiaodao Du Qiu, Bai Gongzi's spell is so strong, if Xiaodao doesn't go all out, I'm afraid he will die here. Du Qiu said unhurriedly.

"But you completely chose to run away, why do you need to fight him?" Su Xin interjected on the side. As soon as these words came out, Du Qiu smiled and smiled disdainfully, looking at Su Xin's expression just as Su Xin looked at Su Lun's expression.

"What do you mean by this expression?" Su Xin saw that Du Qiu's face was full of disdain, and he was angry, people in the world, who didn't admire and admire her, but this Du Qiu was disdainful, how could Su Xin not be angry, she sneered coldly: "Isn't it? ”

"You will, I won't, you're a genius, you won't, I will, I'm just vicious, Su Gongzi, you're such a powerful speech." Du Qiu's sword had already appeared in his hand again, and he knew that his taunt would anger Su Xin, so he was prepared in advance.

Sure enough, Su Xin made a move, and a whip magic weapon appeared in his hand, facing Du Qiu is whip, and the sound of the whip tearing through the air was very loud, like a terrible ghost howling in the dark night. This whip shatters bones and shatters souls, and this whip draws souls. It's a fatal move, so vicious Su Gongzi, Bai Ling's life is life, isn't someone else's life a life?

Wasp needle on needle, the most poisonous woman's heart. Du Qiu's words angered Su Xin, and Su Xin's whip was the strongest blow, which was bound to kill Du Qiu. However, although Du Qiu's cultivation is not enough to match it, when it comes to actual combat, Du Qiu will not be afraid. Since he was a child, the opponents he has faced are all masters and contemplative Taoists who are much higher than himself, just Su Xin, even if it is difficult for Du Qiu to win, he will never be afraid to retreat.

Seeing that whip down, Du Qiu hurriedly dodged, a whip cracked the ground, and in an instant, sand and stones flew out, this whip, if Du Qiu hadn't dodged in time, hit his body, even if he didn't die, he would have to peel off his skin.

"What a slippery boy, my aunt and grandmother have to teach you a lesson today!" Su Xin's voice did not fall, and the second whip was drawn. Speaking of which, this Su Xin is not a general. I saw a dragon bone whip in her hand like a living thing, pointing to where to fight, not ambiguous at all, so that Du Qiu was fleeing from east to west, quite embarrassed. Zhu Xin saw that Du Qiu was invincible and wanted to help, but Bai Ling suddenly jumped out and stopped her, and Ke Yan was the same, he was blocked by Zhu Lianzhi, so Du Qiu had no helper, in the eyes of those snatchers, Du Qiu had become a person who still slaughtered fish at this moment, but how could Du Qiu be willing to be a fish, although he did not fight, but he was not stupid, knowing that if he did not fight at this moment, there would only be death.

I saw that Du Qiu's condensed qi sword seven handles to protect his body, and blocked the whip with his sword, although his strength was not as good, but the way of the sword, the unity of the power to balance? Du Qiu controlled the seven swords like a sword, coupled with dodging and dodging, step by step began to stabilize the battle situation, but Su Xin began to be afraid, because Du Qiu's sword she began to figure it out, and began to become passive.

"Good opportunity. ”

Seeing that Su Xin wanted to parry the qi sword, the middle door opened at this moment, Du Qiu sighed secretly in his heart, the seven swords were one, and he moved with the sword, and went straight to the middle palace.

"Ahh

Su Xin was shocked when she saw Du Qiu's sword coming, under Du Qiu's sword, she only felt that there were ten thousand sharp swords hanging in the air, and she was so cowardly in her heart that she even forgot to defend. Did Du Qiu's sword succeed? No, even if Su Xin couldn't resist, what about Fang He, how could Fang He let Du Qiu kill his own woman, otherwise, how could he gain a foothold on the mainland.

I saw Fang He shoot with a spear, crossed Su Xin, and used a spear to face Du Qiu's sword, this pair of encounters can be described as wonderful, in an instant, the two rays of white and green light shined, white is Fang He's magic weapon spear - the white dragon breaks the misfortune, and the green light is Du Qiu's method of Qingfeng sword technique.

These two rays of light held each other for two seconds, the blue light was exhausted, retreated, and the white light could win, originally because of the victory to pursue, but Fang He did not dare to chase, and he had no power to chase again, not for anything else, just because the sword intent entered the body, although it was not fatal, but it was enough for him to ease down for a while.

"Good!"

I saw Fang He suddenly stand up and raise his gun, his aura was released, and he applauded loudly. Looking at Du Qiu again, his cold eyes were opposite, the sword was in his hand, and the cold light was bursting, like a hungry vampire trying to drink blood.

"Look at the gun!" Fang He had a white dragon spear in his hand, like an invincible general among thousands of troops, and more like a white dragon that overturned the river and the sea. Du Qiu was not afraid, and his sword intent was fully opened......

The gun is a good gun, a magic weapon, and the person who makes the gun is a rare genius, in the early days of the Sang Realm. Smart, domineering, you think you are describing two people, but this time it is just describing one person, it is Fang He who makes the gun.

The sword, the aura gathers, and it is vulnerable, making the sword person, in the middle of the spiritual realm. His opponent was a genius who was much higher than himself, and he could only use his sword intent to contend with it, but he only needed this sword intent. Du Qiu's sword is fast and slow, when it is fast, the lightning is not enough, and when it is slow, the insects and ants are especially fast. However, each of his swords, no matter how fast or slow, is not wasted, it can be just right.

Fighting against Fang He, even if Du Qiu had the blessing of sword intent, he would inevitably fall behind, the sword in his hand didn't know how many times it was scattered by Fang He, but would he feel distressed?