After saving Mrs. Xu without a trace, this graceful and graceful woman was very grateful, and the two exchanged identities, and they were even more overjoyed to learn that they were both righteous and anti-Mongolian.

However, Xiang Wuxian was always worried, but he didn't say much to Mrs. Xu, and asked about the news about the scorching sun and Mongolia, and then hurriedly left and left.

Through the news he got from the official Jie, he knew that Ren Tianwen, the first leader of the Fuzun Banner, was now in a secret place in the east of the city, and he had just been repeatedly delayed, and he had already delayed a lot of time, and he couldn't help but be very anxious, and he couldn't help but be very anxious, and he couldn't wait to have wings on his back and quickly fly over there.

But he had just turned a street, and suddenly looked up in shock, only to see a fire in the sky in front of him, illuminating the night sky, and a large amount of white smoke rising, which seemed to be the location that Guan Jie had told him.

"Not good!" Xiang Wuxian instinctively felt a pang in his heart, and hurriedly hurried away.

When he arrived, the front was already full of people, and he squeezed into the crowd, and was shocked to see that this mansion, which was supposed to be the elite of Ren Tianwen and Fuzun Banner, had now become a disaster field after the fire.

Groups of elite Mongol soldiers have completely surrounded this place, and continue to drag charred corpses from the fire and line them all over the ground.

Xiang Wuxian estimated that there were at least sixty or seventy people, and there was a bunch of weapons next to him, and the seven-foot dragon crutch of the flag director astronomical was impressively in the ranks!

Seeing this scene, Xiang Wuxian suddenly had cold hands and feet, and his mind was in chaos! Could it be ...... Has the Restoration Flag been wiped out?

He kept telling himself that he had to be calm, and at that moment, he suddenly felt a sharp gaze fall on him. He is an old man, how dare he look back at the past immediately, for fear that the enemy will be suspicious of his quick reaction.

Xiang Wuxian knew that he was in danger, and if he didn't stay away immediately, he would definitely follow in the footsteps of those people, so he hurriedly pretended to be a curious passerby, turned around slowly, and walked towards a side street around the corner without hesitation.

However, that gaze did not divert his gaze because there were many ordinary people watching the excitement on the street at this time, and he couldn't help but tighten his heart, and immediately quickened his pace and turned into the side street, intending to show his magic and escape from this place with excellent light skills.

The side street is two feet away.

Xiang Wuxian had already heard the footsteps of several people, and caught up from different angles behind, only from the steady rhythm of his steps, he knew that the people who came were all trained martial arts and strong hands.

Stretching out to the figure without a trace, he rushed into the alley like an arrow, and fled with all his might.

The clothes behind him are fluttering, and the enemy is chasing after him.

As soon as he entered the alley, he was wide to the heart of no trace, and it was estimated that with his light skills, unless he was chasing the top player among the Mongols, he had a great chance of escaping.

He unfolded his body and jumped up the wall, jumped into the backyard of one house, and then jumped out of the courtyard wall on the other side, swept high and low, and quickly left.

After running for about half a cup of tea, he rushed into a narrow alley without a trace, who knew that not only did he not throw the enemy off, but the enemy chased closer and closer, and his heart was suddenly terrified, knowing that he had met a strong enemy.

The next moment, a strong wind came from the rear, and in desperation, he could only grit his teeth, pull out his long sword, and stab it with his backhand.

There was only one person after the enemy, a short, sharp-faced man with a short body, who was the spear of Zhuo He, known as the Four Great King Kongs. Seeing that Xiang Wu dared to fight back, this person sneered, as if he was laughing at his indiscretion, and with a wave of the iron spear in his hand, he saw the head of the spear shadow in the sky pressing, and each blow was more than a thousand catties!

The strength of this oblique constant is extremely strong, and as soon as he came up, he was a killer, and he deliberately put himself to death without a trace.

His spear technique was extremely exquisite, and he went straight to the right hand holding the sword to the trace, only to hear the sound of the "bell", and the long sword in the hand of the traceless had been picked up. And there is no joy on the oblique face, and then a spear is thrown into the chest.

Facing countless spear shadows without a trace, there was no way to escape, so he suddenly aroused his fierce heart, and violently reached out and grabbed the tip of the spear, wanting to tear off the spearhead with all his strength, and then insert the spear into the enemy's chest, and die with the other party!

Seeing that he dared to reach out and grab it, Xian Chang suddenly laughed evilly, twisted his spear, and planned to cut off his arm first.

It's not good to scream to the traceless, this person's martial arts are so terrifying, far above him, just when he let out a sad roar, ready to close his eyes and wait for death, a red shadow suddenly appeared from behind him, with a cold glow in the sky, lightning shot straight from the high wall behind the trace into the oblique spear shadow, accompanied by a sound of gold and iron, the spear shadow immediately dispersed.

Then the blood light on his brow burst out, his eyes showed disbelief, and his body fell rapidly.

Then, Xiang saw a woman in red appear in the red shadow, with long hair flying, and a long sword with a glittering spirit in her right hand. However, from his point of view, he could only see her proud and beautiful side, her skin was better than snow, and she was beautiful and moving, like a fairy descending to earth.

Seeing this outfit, a person immediately flashed in Xiang Wuxi's heart, the one who has recently become famous in the rivers and lakes, and is said to be the "Red and Pink Queen" of the Martial God Descendant!

After recognizing the identity of this woman, he couldn't help but shake his body, and the shock in his heart was even worse than that he had picked up a life.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt several strong winds rushing towards the alley in front of him, and a long laugh came: "Hahaha, Miss Qi, we meet again!"

"Let's go! ”

The woman in red was indeed Qi Bishao, she didn't look back, she first explained to Xiang Wuxi, and then said coldly: "Si Hanfei, I didn't expect you to come to Hangzhou too." ”

Xiang Wuxian heard this, and he didn't know that it was Si Hanfei, who he had been trying to investigate, and his scalp was numb, and he knew that staying here would not only not help, but would drag Qi Bishao down, so he had to say "Qi Nuxia be careful", and then flew to the back alley.

At this time, Si Hanfei's figure had already fallen into the alley, and beside him, there were more than a dozen Mongolian masters such as Zhuo He, Scorching Sun, and Bi Night Terror, all holding weapons and torches, and the firelight crackled and flashed. It's a pity that Xiang Wuxian didn't dare to turn back, otherwise he would have been able to see that one of the people standing on the side of the Mongols was an official victory.

Seeing that it was just a small character who escaped, Si Hanfei didn't care at all, he was now slow-eyed and only Qi Bishao was alone. Quietly staring at Qi Bishao, he sneered: "Miss Qi is really a master of art and boldness, she dares to swagger into the city of Hangzhou, Si Mou has now laid a net in the city, you can leave alive this time!"

Originally, according to his plan, he planned to wait for Li Gong and Li Chong to arrive, and then go to Guangdong to ambush Qi Bishao, but he never thought that on the first day he came here, he would get a big surprise. Now the blood hand and the evil king have not arrived, but this Hangzhou city is his Mongolian territory, before coming, he has mobilized a large army into the city, under the siege of soldiers and horses, he does not believe that Qi Bishao can fly to the sky.

Although Qi Bishao was under siege, he was not afraid, and looked at the group of Mongolians and snorted lightly: "Don't talk nonsense! If you want my life, who will come up and die first?"

Although the Mongols were murderous and had the intention of killing, no one stood up, and they knew very well that when it came to fighting alone, they were afraid that no one would be her opponent.

Si Hanfei naturally knew this, so he stepped forward and snorted coldly: "This king is here to fight you!"

As the third master of the Mongol Empire, although he rarely took action in person, he was by no means inferior to anyone in the audience when it came to martial arts. And he has always wanted to know which of his martial arts is stronger or weaker than Qi Bishao, who has been passed down by the martial god, so he decided to take the lead in person.

Si Hanfei's weapon was also an iron spear made of stainless steel, under the bright moon, he raised the spear and stood tall, waving ten thousand rays of light above his head, and in the surrounding firelight, it suddenly turned into a spear, which was horizontal in front of his chest.

A few months have passed, Qi Bishao's martial arts have long been different from what they used to be, her face is cold, her long sword is pointed at Si Hanfei two feet away, and the surroundings suddenly fall into a solemn atmosphere, although it is the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, it seems to be a harsh winter.

She didn't forget that she was chased and killed by this person at the border pass, whether it was a national feud or a personal grudge, she hated Si Hanfei to the extreme, and she didn't pay attention to who struck first.

This sword is extremely simple, without any change of move, without any momentum, not even a trace of trembling, concise and clear, and swinging it flat to the extreme.

Just bending the elbows, just flat wrists, just horizontal strokes, almost the simplest and most formal sword in the world.

Because it's simple, because it's direct, it's focused, it's powerful.

This is the first sword of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, "Sword One".

Now the power of this style is much stronger than when I was at the border a few months ago, although it is only the first sword of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, but the people in the entire martial arts who can take this move are already very rare, and the vast majority of people can't make any reaction at all, and they have already been killed by the sword.

"Good time!"

Facing a simple but sharp sword, Si Hanfei let out a loud shout, took a step forward, and the spear stabbed weakly, and the nearby air flow immediately formed a strengthened and rotating convection with this thorn, causing the pressure around him to increase sharply.

His strength is extraordinary, he moves like a mountain, a spear pierces out, and he is unstoppable, and his momentum is almost unstoppable.

Although the two of them were not ordinary soldiers, they were just ordinary refined weapons, and when the two were handed over, it was like two world-wide divine weapons fighting each other, and there was a loud and piercing noise for a while. The courtyard walls around the narrow alley couldn't withstand this terrible energy, and suddenly collapsed and cracked, and countless tiles and gravel rolled and collapsed into ashes!

"What a Mongolian master, it is indeed worthy of its reputation!" Qi Bishao said coldly. Although she has not yet completely practiced the Sacred Heart Technique, she has absorbed all the medicinal power of the original Blood Bodhi, and her skill is no less than those top masters in the martial arts who have been practicing for decades, and with the supreme swordsmanship such as the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, many celebrities who have been famous for many years in the rivers and lakes are difficult to take her sword, but I didn't expect Si Hanfei to be able to face her head-on.

And her subordinates are non-stop, the Holy Spirit swordsmanship is like flowing water like the "sword one" castration is not exhausted, the two sides are rushing together, and before the power of each other is fully wielded, the long sword in her hand emits a terrifying sword aura, and it is divided into two, parting ways, and flying left and right towards Si Han.

Si Hanfei's expression was solemn, his body turned sharply, the iron spear in his hand flew, and the surrounding scenery was distorted and deformed under an invisible force, and the two sword qi also deflected and detoured, and they had to cancel each other.

It's just that suddenly, an incomparable sword aura that is several times more numerous times is close in front of him, Qi Bishao dodged forward, and the long sword stabbed straight towards Si Hanfei!

As soon as the sword light was released, that sword qi seemed to cut off all the vitality around it, and the surroundings were shrouded in an atmosphere of despair and killing.

This is, "Sword Three"!

Qi Bishao himself seems to have turned into this ruthless sword qi!

The surrounding area was filled with countless air currents, a desolation and slaughter, the houses around the alley fell one after another, and the dust and gravel were attracted by the sword qi, flying off the ground, staggering and arching with each other, converging into three sword-like sword shapes, stabbing at Si Hanfei from three different directions, like a broken bamboo. Just in line with the direction where her body is located, she besieged Si Hanfei from four directions, southeast, northwest, and north.

"Sword Three" has not been exhausted, "Sword Four" has been born, and now Qi Bishao's Holy Spirit Swordsmanship has been initially introduced, the sword intent is endless, changing again and again, getting stronger and stronger, just like the boundless falling wood Xiao Xiao, not ending the Yangtze River rolling, it is really worthy of the supreme swordsmanship of transcendent sainthood!

In the face of the terrifying attack that blocked all four directions of his body, where had Si Hanfei seen such a terrifying and powerful swordsmanship, and under the shock of his heart, he hurriedly shook the spear in his hand, and transported his skills to the extreme, his hair stood straight up, and the spear swiped rapidly, giving birth to a stream of air like a blade.

He shouted violently, and the spear stabbed, and the shadow of the spear in the sky rose and fell like a wave, and each time it sank, each time it rose, and the spear momentum became faster and faster. The steel spear in his hand was like a living poisonous dragon, with the invisible monstrous waves, it fell together, and rushed towards the sword qi in the four directions around his body.

Si Hanfei was so angry, his wrists held spears and trembled sharply, and he trembled hundreds of times in an instant, his strength was both strong and soft, and he hit the sword qi, which actually offset Qi Bishao's "Sword Four"!

Following this style, Si Hanfei had already brought his life martial arts to the peak, where did he dare to let Qi Bishao continue to perform, and immediately let out a second loud shout, his body moved, and he slammed into the red figure in front of him.

The strength rushed through the spear body, and the wind that sent it out had blown Qi Bishao's hair and clothes flying backwards, and the astonishing pressure made her even more breathless.

Qi Bishao didn't hurry, the long sword stabbed forward, slammed on the tip of the opponent's spear, and then the whole person took advantage of the momentum to bounce away. Her sword just turned away the force on Sihan's flying spear, and then bounced back, and couldn't help but avoid the subsequent changes of him taking advantage of the situation to swing with the tail of the spear.

And this retreat is also very learned, it is necessary to seal the enemy's next change, otherwise the enemy will be driven by the qi machine to attack forward, and he will inevitably escape the fate of instant defeat.

Fierce air currents swirled around, and rubble and rubble flew for a long time from time to time.

Under the bright moon, dragons and tigers compete.