Long Lingyue was stunned, stared over, and saw the head of the Purple Iron Sword Sect chasing after him, and there was a large group of disciples of the Purple Iron Sword Sect behind him, murderous.

The pretty face was frosty, and it suddenly became cold.

Rumble!

A golden vision of a golden Jiao emerged, bursting out with a terrifying momentum.

The purple short sword slashed out, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

Airplanes!

The stars are spinning!

Transform into a giant purple cold moon!

Click!

The purple iron long sword in the hand of the head of the Purple Iron Sword Sect shattered in an instant, and his entire body flew out upside down, rolling out more than ten meters, covered in dust, torn clothes, and scarred.

"Long Lingyue!"

He coughed up blood in his mouth, his face turned pale, and he stared at Long Lingyue in horror.

Burst!

He spat out a mouthful of blood again, and immediately fainted.

Long Lingyue's powerful cultivation was combined with the treasure weapon, and his internal organs were shattered with a single sword!

The disciples of the Purple Iron Sword Sect who were chasing after them were all stunned, staring blankly at the head of the sect who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, covered in blood.

"He's Elder Long Lingyue's nephew!"

"He's a dragon, Qingfeng Little Demon King!"

I thought that when the head of the sect came to the Qingfeng Sword Sect in person, he would definitely be able to avenge the young master, but who knew that it would be solved by Elder Long Lingyue of the Qingfeng Sword Sect with a sword!

A few days ago, they had heard that even Yan Lao had suffered a loss at the hands of Long Lingyue, if they had known earlier that it was Long Buqi who had cut off the young master's wrist, where would they dare to hunt him down.

The purple-clothed young man stared at the terrifying golden Jiao vision rising from Long Lingyue's body, his face was like ashes, and his eyes were full of fear.

The power of the eightfold golden Jiao of refining the body, in the burial dragon town, who is competing?

It was only then that he understood who the young man in Tsing Yi who had cut off his wrist was none other than the recently famous Qingfeng Little Demon King, Long Buqi.

Even if he is the young master of the Purple Iron Sword Sect, he can't afford to provoke Long Buqi, and if his wrist is cut off, he can only hold back.

Rushing to the door like this is tantamount to death!

Long Buqi smiled, "Congratulations to my aunt, my cultivation has broken through to the eighth level of body refining!"

Long Lingyue glared at him.

"Don't talk to me with a hippie smile, tell me quickly, what the hell is going on, why is the head of the Purple Iron Sword Sect chasing and killing you?

Long Buqi put down the big wooden box, took out a black pill from his arms, pinched open the mouth of the head of the Purple Iron Sword Sect, threw it in, and pointed it at his throat, making him swallow it.

"Auntie, it's not a trouble this time, someone has given us a gift. ”

The disciples of the Purple Iron Sword Sect were shocked and angry.

"What did you give our head to eat?"

"Let go of the master!"

The purple-clothed young man clenched his teeth, terrified to the extreme, "Let go of my father!"

Shocked by Long Lingyue's terrifying strength, no one dared to step forward, so they could only stare dryly from afar.

Long Buqi smiled, "I gave your head a healing pill. ”

The disciples of the Purple Iron Sword Sect gritted their teeth.

"Don't believe it!"

"Would you be so kind!"

Long Buqi didn't bother to pay attention to it, walked under the ancient tree, pulled a long ancient vine, tied up the head of the Purple Iron Sword Sect solidly, and threw the ancient vine onto a thick fork with his hand.

Suddenly pulled, and suddenly hung up!

glanced at the head of the Purple Iron Sword Sect who was hanging in mid-air and swaying, and clapped his hands with satisfaction.

Then he drew an ancient vine from the tree and rolled it into a long whip.

Suddenly.

Syllable!

The head of the Purple Iron Sword Sect screamed, woke up from his coma, looked around in panic, and was stunned for a moment when he saw Long Buqi's innocent smile before he reacted.

He struggled, and his whole body was numb, and he couldn't use the slightest strength!

"How so!"

He was terrified to the extreme, roaring with rage.

"What did you do to me!"

Long Buqi smiled, "When you were unconscious, I fed you a cartilage pill, rest assured, after three days, you will be able to recover." ”

Force is the reliance of every warrior, and suddenly it becomes weak, and it is estimated that everyone will be afraid.

Long Buqi raised his long whip and kept pumping it.

Bang Bang ......

The head of the Purple Iron Sword Sect screamed again and again.

The disciples of the Purple Iron Sword Sect were terrified, looking at Long Buqi's smile as if they were seeing a devil smiling!

"Let go of the boss!"

"What the hell do you want!"

Soon, the head of the Purple Iron Sword Sect was beaten and fainted again!

Long Buqi threw the long whip on the ground in a boring manner, and glanced at the disciples of the Purple Iron Sword Sect.

"Your Purple Iron Sword Sect has been mining purple iron veins for many years, right? Within three days, send ten pieces of purple cold iron to Qingfeng Mountain, otherwise, you will be ready to collect the corpse of your master. ”

The purple-clothed young man said angrily, "There are not a few purple cold iron in the entire purple iron vein, we have been mining for so many years, and we have only dug up five pieces, where did we get ten pieces!"

Long Buqi's eyes froze, "Okay, it's cheaper for you, let's exchange it for five pieces of purple cold iron!"

Of course, he understood that purple cold iron was rare, and it was not bad that a purple iron vein could dig up a few.

"You!"

The purple-clothed young man's face turned red, and he leaked his mouth if he was careless.

The disciples of the Purple Iron Sword Sect were full of helplessness, Long Buqi was too cunning, both in strength and intelligence, they had crushed their young master in all directions and without dead ends!

It's strange that the young master has no eyes, who is not good, but it is not good to provoke the dragon, and it has been rumored that the entire burial dragon town has been rumored recently, and the Qingfeng Sword sent a little demon king, who touches who is unlucky!

"It's my fault to want to rob your beast pill. "The purple-clothed young man's intestines are all repentant, if he knew that this young man in Tsing Yi was Long Buqi, where would he dare to rob the beast pill hunted by Long Buqi, and now it is useless to regret it, not only was his wrist beheaded, but also two junior brothers died, and even his father was detained!

"I'll go back and get the purple cold iron now, don't hurt my father. ”

He hurried away.

The disciples of the Purple Iron Sword Sect stayed, for fear that Long Buqi would "poison" the head again.

Long Lingyue was angry and funny, and she could see what was going on from what Long Buqi did.

She didn't say anything, and now, her strength is the first person in Burial Dragon Town, and she is not afraid of the Purple Iron Sword Sect, as long as she doesn't do anything too out of line, she will follow him.

She finally figured out the recent changes in Long Buqi, if others don't mess with him, he won't bully others, maybe he has grown up...... is no longer innocent and kind before, a little more ruthless and steady.

This made Long Lingyue feel a lot more relieved.

In less than an hour, the purple-clothed young man led an elder of the Purple Iron Sword Sect to come, holding a purple box and handing it over to Long Buqi.

Long Buqi opened it, saw five purple cold irons, and waved his hand in satisfaction.

The disciples of the Purple Iron Sword Sect immediately breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly put the head down, fed a healing pill, and finally woke up the head of the sect.

The head of Zitie glanced at Long Buqi angrily, and with the support of all the disciples, he left in embarrassment.

Long Buqi picked up a purple cold iron and threw it away, each of these five purple cold irons was about the same weight as the purple cold iron that forged the short sword in Long Lingyue's hand, enough to forge three treasure weapons.

It's time to change the blue-veined sword he is using now, just in time to create a treasure weapon that can be used in his hand, the Heavenly Demon Nine Steps, the Cold Star Sword Technique, and with the treasure weapon, his combat power will be on a higher level!