"Stop!" but an angry shout came from outside the hospital, his voice was cold, and anger was contained in it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Who?" the small-eyed monk was stunned, and was about to molest the proprietress for a moment, and then looked coldly at the door of the Rifle Inn.

This shout contained an extremely powerful sense of Haoran, as if there was a Haoran righteousness contained in it, not only did it surprise the hearts of many people in white, but even Li Molan, who was about to jump down directly from the second floor to stop the man in white, stopped his movements and looked at it curiously.

This cold drink is somewhat familiar.

Li Molan turned her head and looked out of the distance.

There was a person in a white robe who entered the inn with a knife.

The person who came was dressed in a white robe, although it was not a luxurious fabric, but it had its own fairy intention, although the face of the person who came was not so handsome, but there was a kind feeling spontaneously born, he was carrying an iron knife behind him, a handle looked very ordinary, and the fine iron knife that could be bought with a few taels of silver in the blacksmith shop, the whole person seemed to be plain, but that extraordinary temperament was naturally revealed.

The white-robed swordsman looked at the five white-clothed monks coldly, and said calmly, "Let her go." ”

"Who are you......?" said the small-eyed monk in a calm tone, but quickly closed his mouth.

Because he found that he couldn't see through the white-clothed swordsman in front of him.

If it was a mortal, he could clearly tell at a glance that the other party was not a cultivator, because there would be no aura around the mortal, and there would be no aura surging in the body.

But the other party's side is followed by aura, but he can't see through the other party's level.

This shows that the other party is at least much stronger than him.

"Under ...... He Xingge. The white-robed swordsman did not draw the iron knife behind his back, but spoke calmly.

Between the words, it seemed that the righteousness of heaven and earth was surging, so that everyone present extinguished the evil thoughts in their hearts in an instant.

"This son......" The men in the rivers and lakes who were lying on the ground and unable to support their bodies finally said with difficulty: "Please this son, save the boss lady!" This matter started because of us and waited, and I just died, but please save the boss lady and don't let these thieves and immortals spoil it!"

The thief immortal, it is obvious that these people in white also reflect a certain mood of not sharing the sky, and some are endless.

He Xingge lowered his head, looked at their tragic appearance, looked at the blood stains on the ground, and said softly: "Please rest assured. ”

Then he raised his head and looked at the five white-clothed men, especially the small-eyed monk, and said calmly, "Let her go." ”

The words are calm, but there is a meaning that cannot be refused, and what is very surprising is that his words and deeds, every move, seem to be accompanied by heaven and earth, which always makes people feel so dazzling, and even the filth in his heart seems to be invisibly dispersed.

"Hmph, He Xingge, this name is a little familiar, but ...... You said that if you let it go, you will let it go?" The small-eyed monk stood in the middle of the four white-clothed men, clasped the shoulders of the proprietress rigidly, and threatened: "The person is in my hands, and you dare to do it?"

There was a hostage in his hand, so naturally there was no need to worry, and the small-eyed monk was very confident, because he was sure that the speed at which he killed the delicate beauty in his hand was definitely much faster than the speed at which the person in front of him could save people.

"I also think the name sounds familiar...... Hey, surnamed He, which sect are you from?" one of the white-clothed men looked at He Xingge and asked with a frown.

"When you go out, don't report to the teacher. He Xingge said seriously: "The strength is not enough, it's a shame." ”

His expression was serious, as if he was really explaining seriously rather than casually, because he really thought so.

"Don't come here......" The man in white stared at He Xingge, carefully looking at his white clothes and the hilt of the knife exposed behind him, and suddenly his complexion changed suddenly, revealing an extremely frightened expression.

"He Xingge...... That He Xingge of Qiu Ming Mountain?, that second disciple?" His expression was extremely frightened, as if he had encountered something terrible.

Hearing his words, the five white-clothed people, especially the small-eyed monk who was now clasping the proprietress on the shoulder, all changed their faces drastically.

"What?!" they looked at He Xingge in horror, as if they were looking at some monster.

How could they not know He Xingge? Among the younger generation of cultivators in Beihai today, there can be many people who can mention them, such as the Holy Maiden of the Daomen, such as the Emperor Zhai Emperor, and the senior brother of Qiuming Mountain.

As one of the three major sects of the Dao Domain, Qiu Ming Mountain is the most famous is the senior brother, the famous senior brother in Beihai.

In addition, there is still a young generation of talents comparable to this kind of genius in Autumn Famous Mountain, in addition to the most famous big disciple, there are also equally outstanding second disciples and third disciples, these two disciples and the senior brother of Autumn Famous Mountain have practiced together since childhood, the same talent is outstanding, once in a thousand years, the three of them are unanimously known as one of the leaders of the younger generation, but the autumn famous mountain is prosperous for thousands of years, and it is amazing.

And the second disciple is the only one of the three who has inherited the Qiu Ming Mountain's peerless Haoran Knife!

Shake the nine skies, who doesn't know how to wake up and sing?

"I've always felt ...... Someone as good as a senior brother should be known, and I am not qualified. ”

Looking at them, He Xingge spoke softly.

"But I really didn't expect that so many people already knew me. ”

This sentence is obviously suspected of pretending, his words are very calm, and there is no contrived or deliberate element, because he talks to people, never tells lies, and every word he says comes from the bottom of his heart, and is true enough.

Because he's really always thought so.

"The second disciple of Akinayama? No wonder, no wonder...... No wonder it's so strong. Li Molan felt the knife intent gradually emerging in the air, and her eyes showed a solemn look.

Although He Xingge should not be his enemy, but after all, he is a disciple of Kujiu Shi, a descendant of the Beihai Sword Immortal, and he also has the Dragon Elephant Sword, the first divine soldier of the famous Beihai.

What made Li Molan's heart palpitate the most was still his knife.

Those gradually emerging knife intent filled the air, as if a stream of Haoran righteousness, although He Xingge did not draw the knife, but that kind of Haoran righteousness was invisibly condensed.

"There is a Haoran righteousness between heaven and earth, these Haoran righteousness have never heard of someone who can integrate into the sword intent, only those Qingliu bachelors, honest and honest Confucians, only those dignified real people, can have Haoran righteousness to add to the body, I didn't expect this Haoran Dao to be really so incredible......"

Li Molan muttered to herself for a while, and suddenly her eyes widened: "Wait?!" Is it this Haoran knife that has attracted Haoran righteousness, or is it because of this He Xingge...... If it's the latter...... Then he is one of the few true gentlemen among cultivators!"

Only a true gentleman can induce the aura of Haoran to protect the body.

In the outer courtyard, the sword intent is mighty!

He Xingge didn't take out the knife, but his clothes were windless, and those amazing momentum was soaring wildly, obviously threatening.

"Let her go. He Xingge looked at the five white-clothed monks and said, "You are not my opponents. ”

This is not a humiliation, it is a fact, but it makes these people even more crazy, the small-eyed monk who clasped the shoulder of the proprietress has a sense of madness in his eyes, facing the second disciple of Qiu Ming Mountain, facing the orthodox Haoran Sword heir, he knows that once he lets go of the woman in his hand, he will definitely die!

The small-eyed monk roared frantically: "Even if you are the second disciple of Qiu Ming Mountain, what if you are in my hands, you dare to do it? You are not afraid that I will kill her before you do it? You don't want her life?"

If they are crazy, they are actually very sober, they don't dare to make a move on the woman in their hands, but they definitely don't dare to defend, because if they let her go, they will be finished, and the two disciples of Qiu Mingshan, who aim to punish adultery and eliminate evil and help justice, will definitely not really spare them.

He Xingge frowned and did not speak.

"Hmph, I'll tell you, even if you are the head of Qiuming Mountain, it's useless! If you want her to live, okay, beg us, you beg us, maybe we will let her go when we are in a good mood!" said the small-eyed monk frantically, almost gibberish.

In the moment of sobriety, he would never dare to provoke the second disciple of Qiu Mingshan like this, even if he had a hostage in his hand, it was useless.

But now he was scared.

He was so terrified that he couldn't suppress it, so he desperately needed some movement or behavior to suppress the fear in his heart.

For example, such a crazy and desperate threat to the man in front of him who needs him to look up, only such a seemingly unrelenting action can suppress and hide his fear.

He Xingge was silent for a while before he finally spoke: "The reason why I didn't do it immediately is not because I was afraid that this woman would be killed by you before I could make a move. ”

"It's because I don't want to accidentally kill you when I'm saving people, at least I think you don't deserve death. ”

"But now you're completely crazy, and I know I can't convince you anymore, so I'm going to take action. ”

He Xingge looked at them calmly, and said, "The reason why I didn't do it was really just that I was afraid of hurting you by mistake. ”

"You fart!" The small-eyed monk said madly, "No matter how strong you are, no matter how fast you are, can you be faster than my fingers?"

"I've always thought that it's wrong to hurt someone before I understand the cause and effect, so I'm willing to do it, not because I can't save her, but because I don't want to hurt you by mistake. But now I have to do it, because I find that you are hopeless. ”

After saying these words, He Xingge took a deep breath and took a step forward.

There was a white aura that turned into a mist, condensing into a knife out of thin air!

This is an illusory knife composed entirely of aura, like a white mist knife, and it is also something that can only be done after the Dao has reached a certain level of attainment.

Holding this piece of white mist in his hand, He Xingge took a deep breath, and then looked at the five white-clothed cultivators who were on guard and had the intention of madness.

The white mist in his hand was a knife, and the thoughts in his heart, the sword intent around him, and the pervasive Haoran righteousness all seemed to stop.

Immediately afterwards, the aura surged, and Haoran danced with the sword intent.

Haoran knife path has Haotian thirteen styles, and there is also a hand style, called ......

Start and shake the sky!

He Xingge took another step forward, brazenly stabbed out, and shook the nine skies!