Under the raging sword tide, how can anyone be perfect?

Zhao Qizhi's hair was messy, his face was broken, and even the body armor on his body was broken. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even Zhao Qizhi is like this, not to mention those people from the sect, who have long been scattered.

Originally, the group of majestic and high-spirited sect masters and elders who were not afraid of death have now scattered everywhere, and a group of more than a dozen people support each other, ragged, like old and weak soldiers who have just finished losing the battle and retreated from the battlefield.

"Anonymous, I hate you. "Countless people want to cry without tears.

A middle-aged fat man with a big belly, his clothes stained red with blood, with the support of the two elders, limped to a piece of bluestone and sat down.

The middle-aged fat man touched the wound on his body, was poked by the sword qi, and scolded with a bitter face: "Nameless, I was miserable by you, and I was miserable by you in my Broken Mountain Sect." ”

The middle-aged fat man is the sect master of the Broken Mountain Sect, the sect master who was rejected by the fairy sword, and the sect master who refused to leave.

"Sect Master, in fact, you can't blame Anonymous completely, he was also chased by the sword qi, and he had already reminded me and given me a warning. A white-haired old man said with palpitations.

The middle-aged fat man gritted his teeth and said: "But he shouldn't stay here, let alone circle around the fairy sword, isn't this an intentional trick for us!"

Another elder said, "Sect Master, to put it mildly, if we continue to fight, can we still get out alive?"

As soon as the elder spoke, all the old men around the middle-aged fat man looked at the middle-aged fat man in unison.

The middle-aged fat man was shocked, and finally showed a look of fear, and after pondering for a moment, he said: "For the sake of the fairy sword, we are all enchanted." ”

The words of the middle-aged fat man speak to the hearts of many people, they have lost their minds in the killing, and the more they lose, the more reluctant they are to give up halfway.

After the sword tide receded, a new round of immortal sword snatching began again, and everyone in the Broken Mountain Sect looked at all this from afar, and their hearts were even more frightened, as if every monk who was bombarded into scum was themselves, and they subconsciously shrunk their necks.

"Let's go look elsewhere. After a brief treatment of the wound, the middle-aged fat man finally decided to try his luck in a few other places.

However, when they saw that the next battle was even more tragic than before, they were stunned.

There are more people here, "kill...... Kill...... Fairy Sword ......" hysterically shouted to kill the heavens, and what they stepped on under their feet was no longer a complete corpse, only a thick layer of bone scum that did not distinguish between each other.

Everyone in the Broken Mountain Sect looked at each other, the blood mud on their faces that had already dried up cracked as their muscles instinctively trembled, and they shivered in unison, and shook their heads with a wry smile.

"Let's go, go to the next place. The middle-aged fat man gave the order again, took the old and weak soldiers, dragged the heavy steps, and continued to move forward.

At this moment, Zhao Qizhi took a group of followers and stopped in a low-lying sword forest.

"Hmph!" Zhao Qizhi slammed his fist into the sword quilt of a broken sword beside him, "Anonymous, I must kill you!"

Zhao Qizhi's eyes widened and he was furious, but at this moment, an old man behind him asked weakly, "Young Master, what about the gambling contract?"

Zhao Qizhi's face changed, it was extremely ugly, and in front of everyone's eyes, he fled in a hurry, and he had already lost to Niu Fan, and the consequences were unbearable for him.

Qingyun Bang is definitely hopeless.

But the gambling contract is more than that, asking him to call Grandpa Niu Fan to his face is definitely more uncomfortable than killing him, and their Zhao family can't let this kind of thing happen, and they will definitely take measures.

But no matter how he tosses, he Zhao Qizhi is destined to lose face.

The rest of the entourage, all of them were like defeated roosters, hanging their heads and sighing, but the middle-aged man who was often beaten by Zhao Qizhi to vent his anger suddenly rolled his eyes and said coldly:

"Young master, if you don't do anything, I'll go to the clan to recruit more people, and simply turn that nameless clan into a headless clan. The middle-aged man made a head-cutting gesture with his right hand.

However, before the middle-aged man's action was complete, Zhao Qizhi turned around suddenly, his anger was a little more than before, and he grabbed the middle-aged man's crotch with lightning speed.

"Young master?" The middle-aged man's face changed, but he didn't dare to stop him in the slightest, otherwise the end would be miserable.

"You want to take care of my business?" Zhao Qizhi said with red eyes, and used a little more strength under his hands.

"Wow...... , the young master spared his life. The middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly begged for mercy.

The faces of the rest of the old men also changed one after another, and they saw a pain in the eyes, but fortunately, they knew Zhao Qizhi's temperament better, and they rarely talked nonsense on their own except for compliments, but they were not abused as often as middle-aged men, they were only occasionally patronized, and the poisonous hands were not very heavy, and they could bear it.

Zhao Qizhi snorted coldly, and his strength was a little heavier.

The faces of the entourage changed again and again, knowing that Zhao Qizhi had been offended a lot, and they were about to be ruthless, they threw a sympathetic look at the middle-aged man, the meaning was obvious, their Zhao family's entourage understood the meaning, and they would inevitably be beaten with chickens and eggs.

The middle-aged man turned pale instantly when he saw everyone's expressions, and said bitterly: "Young master, I was wrong, please don't abolish me first, I don't have an heir, after I finish sowing seeds, I don't need to do it young master, I'll come by myself." ”

Zhao Qizhi was slightly stunned, as if he understood something, quickly let go, and said, "What use do I want you to do with this thing? I'm just using this to control my anger." ”

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and finally came to my senses, and hurriedly said in unison: "Young Master is wise." ”

They all secretly wrote down in their hearts that if they wanted to be safe, they couldn't anger the young master, once they were angry, they would explode if they used a little more strength.

Half a day passed, in a foggy canyon.

"Anonymous, stop, stop. A golden-robed young man hurriedly waved his sleeves, and dozens of high-grade spirit jades were thrown out.

This golden-robed young man was Qian Duoduo, and after seeing a black ghost flag rolled up, a white-haired old ghost handed over the spoils of war to Niu Fan as if offering a treasure, and Qian Duoduo wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

"Thank you, do you want to come again?" Niu Fan patted the storage bag, revealing a satisfied look.

Qian Duoduo hurriedly shook his hand and said: "I've lost three games in a row, and if I lose again, I have to sell myself." ”

"This time, you can suppress the cultivation in the middle stage of the cocoon, try?" Niu Fan looked at the hundreds of magic weapons floating in front of Qian Duoduo, as well as countless talismans and seals pasted on his body, and said temptingly.

Qian Duoduo hurriedly patted the storage bag, put away the magic weapon and the talisman seal, and then said: "I know how you got on the Qingyun List, and our Qian family doesn't do ironclad trading at a loss." ”

"How do you know if you haven't tried it?" Brother Qian, it's so hard that you don't want to earn back what you lost?" Niu Fan smiled and took a few steps forward.