Xiao He and Luo Fanchen walked along the road and walked towards the Martial God Hall, both of them were in a very happy mood, they still missed it a little after not coming back for so long.

"Senior Brother Guo, long time no see..."Luo Fanchen greeted a disciple.

"Ahh Senior Brother Luo, long time no see... I still have something to do, go first..."

When this disciple saw Luo Fanchen and Xiao He, his expression was very flustered, and his eyes flickered and fled.

"Strange..."Luo Fanchen frowned slightly, thinking slightly.

"Fanchen, is there anything strange?" Xiao He asked.

Luo Fanchen shook his head slowly, "It's nothing, let's go..."

The two walked to the gate of the Martial God Hall, and Luo Fanchen couldn't help but smile when he saw the spotless appearance at the door:

"It seems that when a few of us were away, it was Ouyang who helped us clean up, but we have to thank a few of them..."

"Hmm... When we're ready, let's go to the Water Division and visit Ouyang..."Xiao He said.

The two were about to open the door when a wave of pressure came over him, and he was taken aback.

Turning around suddenly, Xiao He and Luo Fanchen saw dozens of Shushan disciples holding swords in their hands, and surrounded them violently.

Judging from the Taoist uniforms of these Shushan disciples, they are all from the Divine Soldier Hall. They all pointed their blades at Xiao He, and they were all angry, as if they were going to eat him.

Xiao He and Luo Fanchen obviously can't figure out the situation, the Divine Soldier Hall is so prosperous, do they want to raze the Martial God Hall?

"Senior brothers, I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding, right?" Luo Fanchen asked.

A Martial Venerable-level disciple at the head sneered:

"Don't pretend to be garlic, Xiao He, don't you know what you're doing?"

Xiao He frowned, and whispered to Luo Fanchen:

"Fanchen, these people are coming at me, you don't have to be afraid..."

Xiao He took a step forward and bowed to the disciples of the Divine Soldier Hall:

"Xiao He of the Martial God Hall, I don't know where I offended all the senior brothers, senior sisters, I still hope to make it clear..."

As soon as these words came out, the people of the Divine Weapon Hall were even more aggressive, and their respective weapons had already fluctuated with the slightest force, ready to wait for the opportunity to move.

"Xiao He, I didn't expect you to have the courage to come back, you brute, torture and kill fellow disciples, you should be hacked to death with a knife, thrown to the rocky hill to feed the wolves..." Na Wuzun shouted angrily, and at the same time, the green tendons on his forehead were exposed, and he was furious.

"Senior brother, don't talk nonsense with him, let's quickly take him and go see Hall Master Lu!"

"Come on, senior brother, we have the hall master's password, what are we afraid of!"

That Wuzun sneered and shouted:

"Let's go up together, capture the traitors of Shushan alive, and the sword array ..."

As soon as this person gave an order, the disciples of the Divine Weapons Hall sacrificed the swords in their hands one after another, and the tips of these swords were pointed at Xiao He, and the swords flashed frequently, rotating around Xiao He.

"Thrust!"

With a clear drink, dozens of swords fluctuated at the same time, and the sword qi was stimulated, stabbing straight into Xiao He's abdomen!

Dozens of martial artists made moves at the same time, although their cultivation was not high, but they were better in the number and almost no dead angle attacks!

Just when the surface of Xiao He's body was quietly forming a strong armor, the formation in Luo Fanchen's hand had already formed.

"Qiankun * Yu!"

The ten "royal" character mantras were formed in an instant, emitting a colorful brilliance, rotating around the two of them with all their might, and at the same time, Luo Fanchen's primordial spirit supported these formations, and the speed became faster and faster, making a "buzzing" sound.

"Beep!~"

Dozens of sword qi struck directly on the magic circle, and in an instant, it stirred up ripples in circles, and Luo Fanchen's "royal" formation completely took over the hard work of dozens of martial artists.

The sea of qi was shaking, but Luo Fanchen spewed out a heat wave, but she still didn't stop the seal in her hand, desperately resisting these dozens of sword qi that continued to strengthen.

"Mortal dust, stop... They're targeting me, and they won't hurt your ..."

Xiao He was shocked when he saw Luo Fanchen vomiting blood.

"The Martial God Hall is one, a big stick mallet, let's get through this calamity first... You must not pull out your blade, otherwise you will be guilty of the crime of mutilating your fellow disciples..."Luo Fanchen held back the pressure and whispered to Xiao He.

Xiao He nodded, and at the same time, his palms came out, and his pure yang strength was also stimulated, hitting those sword qi.

The sword qi and Xiao He's strength collided, this pure yang power had the ability to devour the magic power, and the golden magic power contained in the sword qi was disintegrated in the slightest, and Luo Fanchen's pressure slowly decreased, and he could finally ease his breath.

"What kind of strength is this? Xiao He, you are really a demon, tell me quickly, where did this magic come from, have you already taken refuge in the demon clan?...

Xiao He's forehead oozed a trace of sweat, he sneered, and asked rhetorically:

"What is the reason for you to say indiscriminately that I have harmed my fellow disciples?"

At this moment, a black light flashed, and a rough voice came:

"The disciples of the Divine Weapon Hall dodge away, I'll take care of this beast ... myself"

The disciples of the Divine Weapon Hall withdrew their blades and dodged to both sides.

A huge crescent-shaped sword qi came one after another, slashing on the formation, and the sharp sword qi effortlessly broke through the protection, and was about to slash at Xiao He's body.

"Woooooooo

The knife qi made a chirp that broke through the air, Xiao He gasped, the power of this knife is extraordinary, his protective armor must not be able to stop it, in a hurry, he pulled out the blood-drinking knife and dealt with it in a hurry.

The demonic qi of the blood-drinking knife collided fiercely with this knife qi, but it was defeated one after another, and Xiao He slammed his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Bright red blood sprayed onto the blade of the blood-drinking knife, and the demonic power of the demon knife was suddenly stimulated, and the blood-red demonic qi mixed with Xiao He's pure yang strength smashed the knife qi in front of him.

"Poof!~"

A puff of white smoke rose from the blade of the demon knife, Xiao He breathed a sigh of relief, if it wasn't for this demon knife just now, he would definitely be hit. This crescent sword qi is extremely powerful, and the person who casts it must be a cultivator above the martial saint. Xiao He and Luo Fanchen looked at each other, and a big man in pitch-black armor stood in the center of the disciples of the Divine Soldier Hall, and it turned out to be Lu Yidao, the hall master of the Divine Soldier Hall.

"Huh, this demon knife is very weird..."

Lu Yidao squinted his eyes and showed suspicion, then disappeared in place out of thin air, and the next moment, he appeared behind Xiao He without warning!

"So fast!"

Xiao He was shocked, and the backhand knife was a stroke.

Lu Yidao's expression remained unchanged, and he kicked Xiao He's elbow joint.

"Giggle..."

The sound of broken bones was crisp and piercing, Xiao He's arm was directly kicked and broken, and the demon knife left his hand and ran into the air.

"Uh..."

Xiao He snorted, the speed of Lu Yidao's knife was incredible, and he couldn't catch a trace of shadow at all. He desperately pressed his strength into the broken bone to keep the injury from expanding.

Lu Yidao's palm retracted, and the demon knife was sucked by him.

"It's a blood-drinking knife... That's right, Lu Dongyang's fatal injury was caused by it..."

Lu Yidao held the blood-drinking knife in his hand, because the blood-drinking knife had recognized Xiao He as the master, and the demonic spirit gradually dispersed.

"Master Lu, don't you be a ... for Hua Wushuang"

Luo Fanchen had already reacted at this time and said to Lu Yidao.

A cloud of brutal power fluctuations formed a light shield that instantly enveloped Luo Fanchen, and Lu Yidao's eyes were full of resentment.

"Luo Fanchen, I read that for the sake of only these few people in your Martial God Hall, I won't hold you responsible... However, Xiao He, the murderer of his fellow disciples, I must take him away!"