The early morning above the mountains is always shrouded in fog, and the high mountains of the Kunlun Mountains are no exception.

Despite the thick white fog in the mountains, it did not stop humans from killing each other.

After some thought, Gu Qinghe, who finally planned to remove the shackles of the Buddha's reincarnation, finally picked up the long sword and used his sword one, two, three, and four in this white mist, harvesting the lives of the disciples of the Ming Sect.

When the last Ming Sect disciple finally became Gu Qinghe's soul under the sword, Gu Qinghe put away his sword and stood up, smiled lightly, and said, "The finishing work has been completed, and it's time for me to catch up with the main forces of the six major sects and go to Guangming Ding." ”

After speaking, Gu Qinghe put away his long sword and galloped towards the top of the mountain.

In the two days that Gu Qinghe returned to the First Line Gorge, the six major factions did not do nothing, they all sent spies to the top of the light.

And according to the report of the spies, they calculated the best way up the mountain that was easy to attack and could preserve their own strength as much as possible.

So, they made a plan: to select some outcasts from various sects, and let these outcasts form several teams to attack the Bright Peak from different directions to attract the attention of the Ming Sect; And the rest of them joined forces in one place, forcing their way up the hill from the easily accessible passage.

Of course, in order not to leave enough time for Mingjiao to react, they also wanted to be fast on this passage.

Every time they encountered an enemy, they would let some of their powerful disciples stay behind to finish it, and they would take advantage of this time to quickly go up the mountain. Gu Qinghe was judged to be excellent because of his last battle, and he was therefore left in the foggy mountains to fight against those dozens of Mingjiao disciples alone.

It was also because Gu Qinghe was left alone, so he would use his sword one, two, three, and four unscrupulously.

Facing the breeze and breathing in the white mist of the mountains, Gu Qinghe's heart was indescribably comfortable, and he said: "This is indeed a good place to practice martial arts, and the place chosen by the Ming Sect is not bad." ”

After speaking, Gu Qinghe tapped his toes, and his body jumped forward for some distance.

After clicking on the ground more than twenty times, Gu Qinghe heard the sound of fighting not far in front of him.

Seeing this, Gu Qinghe knew that he had met a decent person who stayed to finish up like himself, so Gu Qinghe immediately flipped the long sword in his hand and hurried towards the front.

Part of the fog had already flowed away with the passage of time, and before Gu Qinghe could get closer, he saw a man and a woman facing the battle of more than a dozen Ming Sect disciples.

Approaching the battlefield again, Gu Qinghe finally saw the faces of the man and woman.

At this time, the corners of Gu Qinghe's mouth pursed unnaturally, and he said in his heart: How did this Song Qingshu do it? Or is it because this is the help of his son Song Yuanqiao? Otherwise, how could Zhiruo stay and fight with him this week? Could it be that this exterminator wants to marry the Wudang faction again?

Even though there were doubts in his heart, Gu Qinghe's movements on his hands and feet were not slow.

With only three taps on the ground, Gu Qinghe jumped into the battlefield, and with just a flick of his long sword, he harvested a fresh life.

Then, Gu Qinghe used a few moves in the Dharma swordsmanship one after another, and he harvested the lives of the remaining dozen or so Mingjiao disciples.

After seeing that it was Gu Qinghe who came to help, Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly and said, "Little Master Huixin, thank you very much." ”

However, Song Qingshu thought like this in his heart: Hmph! It's really a dog to meddle with a mouse, these dozen or so Ming Sect disciples are already sparse in martial arts, and Senior Sister Zhou and I are also in the upper hand, who let you, a bald donkey, come? The most hateful thing is that you, a bald donkey, actually interrupted my opportunity to exchange feelings with Senior Sister Zhou.

At this time, Zhou Zhiruo also smiled and said, "Little Master Huixin, thank you." ”

Gu Qinghe didn't make the standard movements and rhetoric of the monk, but simply smiled and said, "It's okay, let's catch up and help as soon as possible, after all, this demon sect also has many masters." ”

After speaking, Gu Qinghe looked at the beautiful Zhou Zhiruo twice.

Then, Gu Qinghe quickly turned around, took the light power first, and hurried away in the direction of Guangming Ding.

However, at this time, Gu Qinghe did not use all his strength, because he didn't want to leave Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo alone because of his speed.

Song Qingshu is a white-eyed wolf in Gu Qinghe's eyes, he can disgust and disgust Song Qingshu, and Gu Qinghe also wants to be happy.

With the speed of Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo kept in line, Gu Qinghe did not encounter any more battles between decent disciples and Ming sect disciples.

And Gu Qinghe and a few people only saw the corpses of Mingjiao disciples lying on the ground on the way, this phenomenon also shows one thing: that is, the high-level expectations of the six major factions for this road are indeed in place, and the remaining disciples also happen to be able to solve all the Mingjiao disciples encountered on the road without dying alone.

After spending more than ten minutes on the road again, Gu Qinghe and the three of them finally saw the battle in the distance.

As soon as she saw this big battle, Zhou Zhiruo said to herself: "Sure enough, our way of attacking can't hide from the Demon Sect for long. ”

Afterwards, Zhou Zhiruo said to Gu Qinghe and Song Qingshu beside him: "Senior Brother Song, Little Master Huixin, since the Demon Sect has discovered our plan and fought with us in one place, we should also go up to help." ”

After speaking, Zhou Zhiruo used a faster speed than rushing to the large battlefield in front of him.

Smelling the residual fragrant wind in the air, Gu Qinghe smiled in his heart: Zhou Zhiruo is really a smart woman, no wonder Zhao Min will also suffer in her hands.

As soon as his thoughts turned, Gu Qinghe wanted to go and help.

Then, Gu Qinghe turned his head to look at Song Qingshu again, and he suddenly saw that Song Qingshu was smelling the residual fragrance of the beauty in the air with a satisfied face, and smiled stupidly as he looked at the trace of the beauty in the distance.

Seeing this, Gu Qinghe's face was full of smiles, and he laughed in his heart: Hehehe, I didn't expect this white-eyed wolf to be so obscene and funny, I really want to take a picture of him.

After laughing in his heart, Gu Qinghe turned his head with a smile and quickly ran towards the large battlefield in front of him.

And after Song Qingshu saw Gu Qinghe's advancing figure, he woke up from the trance given to him by Zhou Zhiruo's back, and he also pulled out his saber and ran to the battlefield as well.