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When you see who is fighting, there are more people who are fighting.

"The Qiongwu Gate is finally going to clear the portal?"

"Yan Shisan is not a vegetarian either. ”

"Huh. Could it be that at the end of this battle, it will be Lu Zheng and Lin Yuangui who fight?"

"Lu Zheng is the opponent of the Lord of the Forest Gate. ”

With the sound of discussion around him, Yan Thirteen's body spun, and with the residual strength of the palm force of the confrontation, he flew into the air, drew his sword in an instant, and the sword was split into two, and was manipulated by Yan Thirteen, as fast as lightning, shooting towards the people of the Qiongwu Gate who suddenly attacked.

"Bang!"

This person from the Qiongwu Sect is not a vegetarian, and he also turned his sword into two, which can block Yan Thirteen's attack, and he does not forget to shout loudly while blocking it.

"Yan Shisan, you traitor, why do you continue to use the master's swordsmanship, even if you have betrayed your master's sect, your master's face has been lost by you!"

As the last sentence was scolded, Lu Zheng knew that it was time for this farce to end.

Sure enough, in the next second, Yan 13 took a deadly way of playing, his moves were as fast as lightning, and his moves were all made with the inner door exercises and martial arts of the Qiongwu Gate.

"Ahh

With a miserable scream, the people of the Qiongwu Sect who had been shouting before had been slashed away by Yan Thirteen's sword.

Without waiting for the people of the Qiongwu Sect to get up from the ground, they were hit by the cold long sword in Yan Shisan's hand against his neck.

The clamoring person finally changed his face, but he was unwilling to admit defeat in the surrounding discussions, until Yan Shisan exerted a little force, and blood beads on his neck oozed out.

"This Yan Thirteen's cultivation turned out to be a nine-star martial king!"

Someone on the side couldn't help but probe Yan Shisan's cultivation, and immediately exclaimed.

The person who was held against Yan Shisan's sword could be called pale at this time, gritted his teeth, and said softly and shamelessly, "Senior Brother Yan is still amazing, and in just one year, he has become a martial king and nine stars." Foolish brother, I can't reach it. It's just that the charge of deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors has not been cleared now, and he is in the company of a villain who has joined the demon path, which really makes me a disciple of the same sect feel cold. Senior brother, turn back to the shore. ”

"Huh. Yan Shisan sneered, glanced at the disciples of the Qiongwu Sect who were greedy for life and afraid of death, and said quietly: "Right and wrong, feel at ease in my heart." What kind of person is in charge is not something that you can say about the villain of the Qiongwu Sect. This time, I won't kill you, you go back and tell Lin Yuangui, I, Yan Thirteen, will one day kill Shangqiongwu and destroy him to avenge my master. ”

After saying that, Yan Shisan neatly put away his sword, turned around, and entered the wool house with Lu Zheng's front and back feet.

How do you think, the previously defeated Qiongwu Sect disciple was shameless, as soon as Yan Shisan turned around, he flew up a sword and stabbed Yan Shisan's heart.

"Huh. ”

Yan Shisan seemed to have eyes behind him, sneered, raised his hand, cultivated to a higher level, and controlled the opponent's sword in an instant, the sword body paused, and then flew away in the direction where he came, and in a miserable scream, he cut off the arm of the sneak attacker.

"Ahh

screaming harshly, Yan Shisan blinked his eyes and turned back, smiling coldly without saying a word, but it made people feel silent.

In the past, Yan Shisan, Yushu was in the wind, just chic, but now he only shows a smile to the person he identifies, the whole person is like a mountain, and when he doesn't move, he is full of oppression.

Someone secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his footsteps involuntarily moved away from a little.

The rest of the people of the Qiongwu Sect finally came to their senses at this time, and hurriedly rushed up to help the embarrassing things away.

Lu Zheng sneered, and approached the wool house with the expressionless Yan Shisan, and the black wing was bored, waving his hand and playing with feathers.

Lu Zheng was really worried that this old demon would tear down the hut made of feathers on a whim.

"In the opinion of the old black, when will this Moro Forbidden Sea appear?"

"It depends on the weather. Black Wing said a few words of nonsense, and lowered his head and continued to fiddle with his feathers, but as if that was not enough, he tore a few pieces off the walls of the hut from time to time.

Lu Zheng closed his eyes and felt it, except for the dryness and heat unique to the deep desert, there was no other sense.

But everyone said that the forbidden sea of Moro would appear every hundred years when the tide was high, and there should be some proof of it. Helplessly, they are either too young or too escapist or too second-year, and Lu Zheng has no way of knowing the specific time of the high tide in the Moro Forbidden Sea.

After thinking about it, Lu Zheng said hello and simply went out for a walk alone.

Xu was because Yan Shisan's previous hand was too amazing, Lu Zheng came out of the wool house, and the eyes around him were still crowded, but the discussion was much quieter.

Lu Zheng circled around the periphery of the cultivator's temporary residence twice, but still didn't find any clues, but realized that he was being followed.

Lu Zheng raised his eyebrows, and deliberately walked farther and farther away from the sparsely populated place.

It was nearly dusk, the temperature above the desert began to drop, the wind blew again, there was a trace of dampness and cold in the dryness, only the yellow sand flying in the sky was still there, and the sand particles stabbed on the face, which made people can't help but feel a little irritable.

Lu Zheng swept the Broken Fire Sword in his hand, slowly stopped, turned around and said, "I don't know who the Secret Master is, can you show up?"

The person in the dark had no intention of hiding to the end, and when he heard the sound, he let out a "giggle" chuckle, and the unique laughter that was as faint as a female ghost without a smile made Lu Zheng's heart skip a beat, and he suddenly turned around, and Lan Buregret was dressed in red and walked out slowly.

"Blue girl?" Lu Zheng was stunned when he saw the person coming, and was a little surprised in an instant, and withdrew the broken sword in his hand. I just wanted to ask the other party if he could be injured in his righteous action a year ago, but I felt that asking myself after a year would always seem a little hypocritical.

Without waiting for Lu Zheng to find the wording to say hello, he saw Lan Buregret raising his hand and throwing over a cold light blood sword.

"I heard your sword is ruined?"

The black butterfly pattern on the left side of Lan Buregret's face is even more empty and weird in the sunset desert, slightly hooking his lips, as if smiling, and opening his lips: "I recently remembered that you and I are allies." It's so rare, and it's gratifying. It's just that as my ally, I don't have a sword that can be cut, so I can't say anything. It's better to give you this sword. ”

Lu Zheng was stunned, and saw the blood sword rubbing his cheek, and a muffled "bang" was inserted into the yellow sand.

"Why don't you dare to ask for it?" Lan Buregret covered his mouth, "giggled" chuckled, the corners of his eyes were narrow, and he narrowed slightly, as if he was about to fly.

Lu Zheng turned his head to look at the poor sword, but saw that the sword body was bubbling with blood, and his whole body exuded ominous and resentful.

Lu Zheng couldn't help but get goosebumps, and guessed in his heart that this sword was snatched from someone else by Lan Buregret, and he couldn't say that he used this sword to kill the original sword owner.