Shi Fu sat quietly and sat still, and after offering the golden statue of Arhat to support the heavenly dome, the Kun Mu Sword returned to the hands of the fifth Tingyun. At this time, the Fifth Tingyun walked in the direction of Ye Zhiqiu, who was far away, and sent the Kun Mu Sword back into the scabbard.

Zheng!

The warning in his eyes was fruitless, Ye Zhiqiu quickly plucked the strings with both hands, and made a loud piano sound.

Fifth Tingyun frowned and stopped. He didn't expect Ye Zhiqiu's resistance to himself to be so deep, he just wanted to go over and inquire about the specific situation of this Ye Ling, but Ye Zhiqiu turned out to be cold-eyed and warned by Fuqin.

Just when the fifth Tingyun secretly said in her heart that this woman was extremely indifferent and had a strange temperament, she saw the snow in the four directions around Ye Zhiqiu suddenly explode, and four black shadows flashed, rushing towards Ye Zhiqiu in the middle from the four directions that were staggered with each other.

Someone sneak attack?!

Fifth, Tingyun's reaction was half a beat slower.

The place where the four black shadows broke through the snow was originally only one zhang away from Ye Zhiqiu, and the distance of one zhang was just a breath for the four Spirit Xuan Realm and Fifth Heaven cultivators. In the blink of an eye, the fifth hearing of the cloud saw that the four killers shot out in unison, the sword light was cold, or slashing or chopping, the goal was the same. Moreover, the four of them responded to the left and right, and the angles they took were tricky and ruthless, which completely blocked Ye Zhiqiu's way back.

What a professional killer!

Looking at those cold weapons with a cold luster, Fifth Tingyun couldn't help but feel some pity for Ye Zhiqiu.

Unexpectedly, the four sharpened swords didn't have time to hurt Ye Zhiqiu at all, and the four killers holding the swords had already taken the first step and flew backwards. The four figures in the air retreated, and blood-colored arcs sprayed in the air, falling on the snow, dyeing pure white and red.

The casual piano sound was not aimed at the fifth listening cloud, but at attacking these four killers!

It turned out that Ye Zhiqiu had long known that someone was ambushing around, and thinking of this, Fifth Tingyun couldn't help but feel a little less resentful towards Ye Zhiqiu. He thought shamelessly: It turns out that this iceberg-like woman is not so aloof and arrogant.

Just when there was a few hints of joy in the heart of the fifth Tingyun, Ye Zhiqiu changed and reborn.

The hand that had been dry stretched out from under the snow in front of Ye Zhiqiu without warning, and that hand accurately grasped the end of the Chiqi Shenqin, as if it was about to snatch it. Ye Zhiqiu's face changed slightly, obviously she didn't find the fifth killer hiding under the snow, but although it was unexpected, she didn't show panic, her face was slightly cold, her left hand firmly clamped Chiqi, and her right hand was closed as a sword finger, and she quickly pointed towards the withered claw that grabbed the qin.

Burst.

The snow burst open, and another dry palm slapped out.

The sword finger didn't get to the withered claw of the piano there, but collided head-on with the withered palm.

Hum......

There was a muffled snort from under the snow, and the fifth killer should have suffered a loss.

The cultivator who was hidden under the snow layer decisively let go of the claws of the qin snatcher after being defeated in one palm, and retracted his hands under the snow. Fifth, Tingyun saw the flat snow, and suddenly there was a small bulging snow bag, which moved quickly, away from Ye Zhiqiu, and broke through the snow two feet away from Ye Zhiqiu.

At this time, the other four killers remained in their respective positions, neither launching a second attack nor turning away. They and the fifth killer faintly controlled Ye Zhiqiu's escape route under the position, besieging Ye Zhiqiu in the center.

The fifth Tingyun eyes swept over the four killers in front of him, and he didn't pay too much attention to them, although they were the killers of the Fifth Heaven of the Spirit Xuan Realm, but when they took out their swords, they did not have full strength of the Five Heavens. Seeing the four of them attacking together, they retreated without a fight, and their battle seemed to be a sneak attack rather than a head-to-head confrontation. The terrifying thing about such a person is that it is unpredictable and unpredictable, but now that they have broken through the snow and revealed their figures, the fifth Tingyun does not think that the four of them will pose a threat to Ye Zhiqiu, who is in the first heaven of the Dan Realm.

On the contrary, it was the fifth killer who was able to sneak under Ye Zhiqiu unknowingly, and only slightly lost the wind between his palms with Ye Zhiqiu, so it can be seen that his cultivation in the Seven Heavens of the Spirit Mystery Realm is much more solid than the other four. Thinking of this, the fifth Tingyun couldn't help but take a closer look at the fifth killer, only to see that his appearance was mediocre, and it could be seen from the wrinkled, dry old bark-like skin that he was at least fifty years old.

But looking at the man's eyes, the fifth Tingyun felt that the other party was just a young man in his twenties.

What made the fifth Tingyun feel uncomfortable the most was that the person's skin was a sickly white, and there was a faint black color in the white, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

"Dead Poison?"

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the two knuckles of his right hand that had become blackened, and his expression did not change at all.

The five killers did not speak, and stood silently in place.

Ye Zhiqiu raised his eyes indifferently, and asked again, "Whose family are you?"

The battered fifth killer spoke: "You should know that many people want you to die. ”

Fifth, when Tingyun heard this, he felt that the man was not only terrifyingly ugly in appearance, but also spoke in an extremely ugly voice. Compared with Ye Zhiqiu's cold but crisp voice, the voice of the fifth killer was like an old bellows that had been idle for too long and was already a little tattered.

"Definitely. Ye Zhiqiu actually laughed at this time, but her smile seemed to be no different from when she didn't laugh, no joy, no excitement, no self-deprecation...... It was as if she simply felt that the expression on her face hadn't changed for too long, so she changed it.

Fifth, Tingyun was still a little far away from Ye Zhiqiu, and at first he didn't know what the "withering poison technique" in Ye Zhiqiu's mouth was. But as time passed quietly, the black on Ye Zhiqiu's knuckles had expanded to the entire palm, and her entire right hand had become as black as ink, and the fifth Tingyun saw it clearly, and couldn't help but be shocked in her heart, this so-called "withered poison technique" was so domineering? Although Ye Zhiqiu had previously cultivated to a heavy heaven in the Jiedan realm, she was still in the Jiedan, which was a big step higher than the cultivation of the killer No. 5, but under such a strength gap, she was helpless against the withering poison technique......

When the fifth Tingyun was thinking about whether to help this beautiful and glamorous beauty, Ye Zhiqiu's expression had returned to its original state, and she spoke again: "But you should also know that there are many people who don't want me to die. ”

Killer No. 5 snorted, and the corners of his mouth grinned: "Ye Zhiqiu, this is not the capital of Yuanmeng." ”

"yes, it's not a big city here. Ye Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment, as if she had only realized this, but then she suddenly raised her head, stared coldly at the dry-skinned killer No. 5 with two eyes, and said sharply, "So, are you a slave of the Xiao family, or a dog of the Zhang family?"

Killer No. 5 suddenly changed color, where did he think that Ye Zhiqiu's seemingly casual question was actually setting himself up. From just two sentences, Ye Zhiqiu guessed the origin of his five people, and while he was shocked, he couldn't help but look at Ye Zhiqiu, whose arms were already covered with black, thinking to himself that this girl who was only in her early eighteenth years was scheming more than many cultivators in her thirties!