Back at the Chu family's thatched house, Chu Qi had just come out of the worry-free room.

"Uncle Chu, has that old real man come back to life?" Ding Ermiao asked.

Chu Qi shook his head and didn't speak.

Qiushuang Qiulu brought out lunch and beckoned Ding Ermiao to eat.

Lunch is still lotus root porridge, plus cooked lotus root, there will be no fish soup today. Presumably those fish were caught from the pond in front of them.

Ding Ermiao snorted and drank two bowls of porridge, wiped his mouth, went out again, and then went to the back of the house to practice.

Pack up the old ways and wait until the evening. When the time comes, he will secretly cover him to death, and Chu Qi may not be able to see the cause of death.

In the open space behind the house, Ding Ermiao first meditated and rested, and only when his spirit and spirit reached the best state did he begin to practice footwork and gather true qi.

When you get tired of walking, you meditate and rest again, and the cycle repeats.

In the middle of the afternoon, Ding Ermiao was meditating when he suddenly heard the frightened screams of the two sisters of Qiushuang: "Ah......! ”

Oops, something happened!

Ding Ermiao jumped up all of a sudden, and rushed towards the Chu family's thatched house.

"Ahh......h The screams of autumn frost and autumn dew came again. The location where Ding Ermiao heard the voice coming from was in the east wing of the Chu family's thatched house.

In just a few breaths, Ding Ermiao rushed to the front of the hut.

Taking a deep breath, Ding Ermiao strode in.

"Hahaha...... little beauty, you have blackened your face, can't the old fairy see your appearance? Come on, serve the old immortal well, and the old immortal will take you to Sanssouci City to enjoy the glory and wealth! The sound of carefree and lewd laughter was coming from the side room.

"Don't, please, spare us......" Qiushuang and Qiulu cried out.

Ding Ermiao took out the corpse whip, held it in his right hand, put it behind his back, and dodged into the wing.

I saw that Chu Qi had already fallen to the ground, with a blood stain on his chest, motionless and not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

And Qiu Lu has been held in the arms of the old Taoist carefree, struggling desperately; Autumn Frost was huddled in the corner, shivering.

"Old brute, let go of the autumn dew!" Ding Ermiao's blood and qi surged upward, and his fingers were carefree and he shouted.

Carefree Lao Dao was taken aback, pushed Qiu Lu away, and casually touched the sword beside him.

But when he saw that it was Ding Ermiao, a nervous expression flashed on his face, and then burst into laughter.

"Little ghost, do you dare to confront the old immortal?" The worry-free old man laughed and said, "Don't look at the old fairy who can't get up now, but with a raise of his hand, he can kill you!" ”

After that, the fierce light in the eyes of the carefree old man was sheng, and with a wave of his arm, the sword came out of his hand and shot at Ding Ermiao's chest!

Ding Ermiao was naturally prepared, and one sideways let go, and the corpse whip had been swung out at the same time. The sword clanged and pierced into the door panel behind Ding Ermiao, reaching the handle.

"A broken rope, dare to go against the old fairy? Ha ...... "Carefree laughed and reached out to grab the corpse whip.

But his laughter was not over, and the end of the whip was wrapped around his neck.

"Die!" Ding Ermiao's right hand went back and tightened the whip.

"Uh......" There was a strange sound in the throat of the carefree old man, and then there was a grunt, and a heel fell off the bed.

Ding Ermiao took a step forward, stepped on the shoulder of the carefree old man, and then pulled the corpse whip with both hands and strangled him to death.

There's no way, now the cultivation is very low, so I can only use such a primitive stupid method.

But I didn't expect that although the carefree old thief was seriously injured, his dying struggle was also amazing. His body rushed forward, and he actually got rid of Ding Ermiao's pedal, got into Ding Ermiao's crotch, and pushed hard!

Ding Ermiao was stumbled, took a few steps back, turned around and pulled out the sword on the door panel, and stabbed it towards the chest of the carefree old man!

The worry-free old road just ushered in, and his neck was strangled by the corpse whip, and he couldn't dodge, and was pierced through the heart by Ding Ermiao's sword.

"Die, old dog!" Ding Ermiao's wrist turned, and he twisted the sword body violently.

The way to kill the enemy quickly is to widen the wounds of the enemy.

"Poof......" The carefree old man obviously didn't expect Ding Ermiao to be fierce, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and a deep and incredible look appeared on his face.

He has always regarded Ding Ermiao as an honest countryman like Chu Qi, where did he think that he would really dare to kill himself?

Ding Ermiao hit with a sword, and when he saw that the thief had not fallen to the ground, he drew his sword and was about to stab again.

But at this moment, Lao Dao's right hand quickly drew two drawings in his left hand, and then pushed it out!

"Bang......!" A bright light flew out of the palm of the thief's old man, hitting Ding Ermiao's chest.

"Wow......!" Ding Ermiao felt a pain in his chest, and the whole person was so shocked that he rushed out of the door, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

At the same time, the two sisters, Qiushuang and Qiulu, let out a frightened scream.

Ding Ermiao was in the air, not even lost, holding the corpse whip in his right hand, and throwing the sword in his left hand towards the thief Lao Dao.

With a soft pop, the sword once again pierced through his chest, stabbing the thief through the heart.

The worry-free old man was really fierce, and he actually pulled out the sword on his body with all his might, and walked towards Ding Ermiao with a swaying mouth, his mouth was dripping with blood, and he shouted indistinctly: "I can't think of ......, I'm worry-free...... Old immortal, you died at the hands of your little child......"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old thief finally couldn't hold on, and fell to the ground without any movement.

Ding Ermiao spat out a mouthful of blood, took two breaths, adjusted his internal breath, slowly stood up, walked to Lao Dao's side, picked up his sword, and waved it fiercely......

"Daddy......" The two sisters of Qiushuang and Qiulu pounced on their father and cried loudly.

Ding Ermiao let the carefree old man die so much that he couldn't die anymore, squinted his eyes, and looked at the top of the old way's head.

The strange thing is that the three souls and seven spirits of the old way just flashed above their heads, and then dispersed, and they couldn't be condensed at all.

Why are the souls of the people here so fragile? Ding Ermiao was stunned for a moment, then turned around to check Chu Qi's injuries.

Chu Qi is chest was slashed with a sword, from his right shoulder to his left ribs, a bloody wound more than a foot long. Bleeding too much, Chu Qi at this time had already fainted.

Ding Ermiao stretched out his hand to test and found that Chu Qi still had a faint breath.

His own free Dao qi is now very weak and cannot be released to hurt Chu Qi, Ding Ermiao sighed, cut off his clothes from the thief Lao Dao's body, and bandaged Chu Qi's wounds.

In fact, Ding Ermiao knew that Chu Qi would not survive. The thief was too ruthless, and the wounds were all bone.

Maybe it was the pain of the wound, maybe it was the return of light, Chu Qi actually woke up, opened his eyes wide, grabbed Ding Ermiao's hand, and said with difficulty: "Ding, Ding......"

"Uncle Chu, you have something to say." Ding Ermiao squatted on the ground, holding Chu Qi's hand.