Seeing that Yun Jiuxiao and the withered old man couldn't hold on, the white-haired and thin old man stood up, he was famous, killed without blood, spotless and dusty.

Under the clouds, he is the most senior person here.

"My Fengyun Sect is not overbearing and unreasonable, I moved here twelve years ago and did not drive away my predecessors, and I have never disturbed my predecessors in the past twelve years, and now, there is a reason for this, and I ask my predecessors to take a step back, I will only look for disciples of this sect when I enter the mountain, and I will never be nosy. "Feng Yichen's words are much more decent than those of Yun Jiuxiao.

"No, you can't enter this mountain!" "The old man didn't let him go, swearing to protect the Bone Erosion Mountain.

Feng Yichen frowned, not to mention other ancestors.

So many people are really not afraid of the withered old man, if they want to break into the clouds, one person can drag him, and others can directly break in.

Not breaking through is already the biggest concession of Fengyun Sect, but the disciple in the mountain is Song Ge, who can resist the force and suppress Song Ge who entered the library pavilion.

The old man of the withered tree fought for a glimmer of life for the little beast, and the ancestors of the Fengyun Sect were concerned about the safety of Song Ge.

The corpses of the disciples who had just entered the mountain for half a day were separated, and their heads were thrown out, the sect master of the Fengyun Sect, who had a cultivation beyond the grade, was shocked by a beast roar and bled blood, how could they not worry about Song Ge's safety.

That beast roar, just heard it from afar, no one was 100% sure that it would be carried down unharmed, including Yun Jiuxiao.

If the withered old man insisted on blocking it, Yun Jiuxiao might really have to draw his sword.

"Old puppet, I'll ask you one last time, let... Still don't let it!"

Yun Jiuxiao's momentum had reached a peak, and the sword in his hand vibrated non-stop, it was a bloodthirsty desire.

"The first form of drawing the sword, there is no way to look at it at ease!"

The sun and moon have no light, and the outside of the Bone Erosion Mountain is the same as the Bone Erosion Mountain, and it is pitch black.

Recite!

There was only the first sound of the sword, and there was no sword or person in sight.

Sonorous... Sonorous...

The withered old man turned jade into a jade, crystal and warm, and the dense hand shadows pushed out in all directions at the same time, although there was a sound of gold and iron resonating, but he couldn't stop everything.

The sound of gold and iron was accompanied by the sound of clothes breaking.

Repeating Qingming, blood was already seen on the old man's body, and there was even a blood mark on his neck.

Yun Jiuxiao's sword drawing style has been improved, and this first style is completely different from the battle many years ago.

The old man was very suspicious, according to this situation, he might not be able to resist the second form.

"To let or not to let!"

After the first sword, Yun Jiuxiao's momentum went to a new level.

"Good, good!"

The old man insisted on not letting go, Yun Jiuxiao would not show mercy to his subordinates, the situation in the mountains was unknown, Song Ge's safety was unclear, and there was not so much time to wait.

"Draw the second form of the sword, all laws are empty!"

Recite!

The sky is still dark, but it's still bright!

The same sound of swords is indeed a completely different scene.

The withered old man felt that he was in the sword abyss, and he was a sword in itself, extremely small, and he couldn't resist the sword intent coming from all directions.

The sword intent from all directions alone made him feel a hot pain all over his body, and if he didn't resist again, he might become minced meat.

"Luoluo, don't..."

At this time, the anxious shout saved the life of the withered old man.

Yun Jiuxiao looked in the direction where the voice came from, only to see Yun Luo suddenly running out of the darkness with Song Ge on his back, he put away his sword and snorted coldly, since Song Ge was safe and did not insist on killing the old man.

At this time, all the ancestors in the field saw Yunluo and Song Ge.

People are still alive, although they don't look very good, but at least they are still alive, and they are not missing arms or legs, and the stone hanging in their hearts finally landed safely.

Call!

Before the ancestors could react, another thing came out of the darkness, three arms and three legs, and the position of these arms and legs was still a little wrong, it was a deformed person, a deformed person without a head.

No, it was held by a small black beast.

That little beast is so familiar, where have you seen it?

Boom!

Yun Jiuxiao, who had just collected the sword, held the sword in his hand again, and the intent of killing was even more than just now.

"Poor Qi!"

Ying Wuxing exclaimed, and immediately all the ancestors woke up, and the sound of inhalation came and went.

Under the sound of inhalation, more than a dozen killing intents rose into the sky, disintegrating all the clouds in the sky.

Poor and strange in the world, the world will be chaotic.

If it still appears in the Fengyun Sect, then this poor young beast must not be allowed to go out alive.

Bang!

Feeling the obvious killing intent, the little beast dropped the thing in its mouth, it did not choose to run away at the first time, but fell to Song Ge's side, screaming at the ancestors.

Song Ge didn't look at the ancestors, but looked at the wounds on his legs.

The pain forced her to look, and the wound broke open again, the skin was open, and the tendons were broken.

Sure enough, the wound no longer healed, and it was still getting worse.

"Old horseman, you want to protect it?"

The withered old man stood in front of the little beast, the meaning was obvious, not only Yun Jiuxiao was unhappy, but the old ancestors of the back mountain were also unhappy, and the killing intent was all cast on the old man.

The withered old man was targeted by so many people who were comparable, and he was suddenly shaken.

"Senior sister, how are you?" Separated by the little beast and the withered old man, there should be no way to go over to check Song Ge's state, so he could only jump to his feet and ask, "Did that little beast hurt you?"

He could see clearly that the little beast was chasing Song Ge and Yun Luo out of the Bone Erosion Mountain, and he was still thinking about Song Ge and Yun Luo while eating in his mouth.

Whew...

Song Ge didn't take it for granted, she looked out of the little beast's line of sight for the first time, they were all familiar faces, they had seen it before the library, and they were all living ancestors.

The killing intent was so obvious that Song Ge could feel it.

Poor Qi is a curse, and it is difficult for your ancestors to accept it.

"Go back!"

Hearing Song Ge's scolding, the little beast whined at her, which obviously meant that the little beast wanted to stay and protect her.

Song Ge sank his face and scolded again: "Go back!"

Whining...

The little beast firmly disagrees!

Song Ge didn't talk nonsense, grabbed the little beast and threw it into the dark, looked at the little beast in the dark and looked at her, and said, "Stay there, I didn't tell you not to come out and not to move!"

Whining...

The beast screamed a few times in protest, but did not move.

This scene, everyone present could see it clearly, and they couldn't believe it, and the most unbelievable thing was the withered old man.

What did they see, the famous poor beast was reprimanded, listened to people's words, only dared to be wronged and roared, and did not dare to resist.

Although it was a young beast, it was a poor young beast, and a roar could make the unsuspecting poor young beast bleed.

How is this possible?

The first thing to react was Ying Wuxing, because he had a holiday with the little beast, and he didn't recognize the appearance of the little beast, but he recognized the breath of the little beast, which was the little thing that made his seven orifices bleed.

"Senior sister, are you very familiar with that little beast?" Ying Wuxing also looked at the poor little beast whose head was leaking outside from time to time when he was talking to Song Ge.

"Pay attention to what you say," Song Ge looked at Ying Wuxing with a dangerous look in his eyes, and said, "Although it is a little wild dog, it is also a little wild dog with independent thinking, and you can understand it by insulting it like this." ”

Is it a little wild dog?

Should there be no twitching of the face, what kind of little wild dog is God, can the little wild dog roar and make him bleed?

The little wild dog can make the killing intent of the old ancestors soar into the sky, shattering the clouds and splitting the sky?