Jia Qing's performance was too unexpected for Qin Yu, he was just looking at the details of the battle on the spot before, although with the strength of his divine soul, he already had a clear judgment on the details and combat power between the two of them, but he was outside the mountain, and his natural perception would be a little biased.

For example, it seems that the details of swimming are extremely simple, but when you enter the water, you can understand that you want to float yourself in the water, which is a bit difficult.

There is naturally a difference between watching a battle and fighting in person.

At this time, Qin Yu stood in front of Jia Qing, sensing the momentum and killing intent of Jia Qing's body escaping out of him, which was very far from observing from the sidelines.

When watching from the street not far away, Jia Qing gave him the feeling that it was just sharp, just a sharp long knife, but standing behind the scene, this feeling was different.

At this time, Jia Qing gave him the feeling that it was no longer a sharp long knife, but a fierce beast that would pounce on him at any time and tear him to pieces.

On the field, he held the Divine Spear in his hand, and stood against Jia Qing's surging cultivation, like a rocky reef, regardless of the wind and waves, he always remained motionless.

"Bai Chonglou will die today, and whoever stops me will be killed!"

Jia Qing's throat let out a dull roar, his feet slammed to the ground, the cloth boots directly turned into a piece of debris and fell off, his body leaped up under the huge reaction force, and the ancient sword in his hand let out a deafening tremor, pointing directly at Qin Yu's chest.

The seventy-two potentials of the withered sword are the creation he comprehended from the sword heart pavilion, and ten years of withered meditation have made him have a deep understanding of the withered sword, although his mind is no longer clear at this time, but the sword intent under the display is not the slightest bit mixed, but under the urging of the extremely pure killing intent in his chest, the power has increased by several points.

The sword light cut through the wind between heaven and earth, attracted the laws of heaven and earth of the void, and gathered the aura between heaven and earth.

For Qin Yu, although this shot couldn't put too much pressure on him, it didn't make him slack off at all.

The spear turned, crimson light splashed, Qin Yu bathed it, waited for the opponent's long sword to stab down, and then stabbed out.

If he hit a snake for seven inches, the brilliant sword was actually pulled to the side by Qin Yu's spear point.

Qin Yu and Jia Qing of Qingluan County fought against each other, and in the Shaoshang Pavilion outside Qingluan County, there was an old man with gorgeous hair sitting alone on a stone bench, blowing a pipe of hole flute.

The laws of heaven and earth triggered by the battle in Qingluan County, and the golden lines spread to the top of his head, and they were already faint.

The old man sat in the pavilion, concentrating on playing the flute, ignoring the laws of the sky, and not having the slightest interest in the battle that took place in Qingluan County.

His eyes were slightly sunken, and it could be seen that his slightly drooping eyelids had clear scars, and he thought that he had been severely injured by vicious means.

The sound of whimpering flutes came from inside the pavilion, echoing in the wilderness outside the Shaoshang Pavilion, which was a suburb of Qingluan County, and few people visited.

Moreover, most of the people in Qingluan County today were attracted by the battle in front of Baifu, and they all went there to see the excitement.

Naturally, no one will come to this wild place again.

The old man in the Shaoshang Pavilion was playing a song intently, a song that was quite familiar to the demon clan, called "Shaohua", which was composed by a musician of the demon clan thousands of years ago.

It is about the passage of time, the impermanence of facts, and the vicissitudes of the sea.

Ting concentrated on blowing the flute, immersed in the notes that sounded from the Xiao pipe, and the body of the old man in the twilight had an indescribable charm at this moment.

It seems that the person sitting in the pavilion at this moment is not an old man of the demon clan, but a living story, and he can see the flow of time and the impermanence of cause and effect.

When the old man in the pavilion was immersed in it, a woman outside the pavilion wearing a leather skirt, revealing snow-white long legs, a graceful posture, and a red long sword on her back, came to the open space in front of the pavilion step by step.

The woman looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, with black hair like a waterfall, and although her delicate face did not reach the level of captivating the country and the city, it naturally had a touch of heart-warming charm.

After she stood outside the Shaoshang Pavilion, she carefully looked at the old eaves of the Shaoshang Pavilion and the red peeling pavilion pillars.

After the old man in the pavilion played the tune, he walked into the pavilion.

"Door master, the demon prince is in the county, when will we start?" After the woman came to the pavilion, she respectfully saluted the old man, and then looked at the old man respectfully, considered her words, and asked carefully.

Looking at her posture, the old man in front of her was an extremely terrifying existence for her, as if he could harvest her life at any time.

Let her tremble for a while, like walking on thin ice.

The old man stood up from the stone bench after the woman entered the pavilion, and he turned to face the woman, his eyes still closed.

It's not that he doesn't want to open his eyes, it's that he's blind.

Listening to the words of the woman in front of him, his wrinkled cheeks did not show the slightest mood fluctuation, and after a few breaths of silence, he said hoarsely: "No hurry!"

For the old man's words, the woman did not have the courage to refute or question, so she was naturally silent.

"Gu Tianwolf from Heavenly Wolf Mountain and Li Sword Box from Little Sword Shrine should all be here!" Suddenly, the old man asked.

"Gu Tianwolf is still in Baishui Town now, and as for Li Jianquan, he has now entered Qingluan County!" the woman hurriedly replied after the old man asked a question.

"Baishui Town?" The old man muttered in a low voice, his brows were tightly locked into a deep Sichuan character, after a long time, as if he had figured out something, his brows were furrowed, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "Don't worry about Gu Tianwolf's affairs for now, you go to the Jianxin Pavilion first! Where is the inheritance, although the kid of the Jia family was lucky enough to get a scale and a half claw, but it is also okay for the overall situation, since Li Jianqiao has gone, then we will also go and get a piece of the pie!" As for Bai Chonglou, someone will deal with him, and the Demon Emperor, there is no reason for him to leave safely when he comes to Qingluan County!"

"Yes!" After the old man's words fell, the woman was deeply blessed, and then turned around without any delay and walked towards Qingluan County in the distance.

In the sky, the golden lines of the laws of heaven and earth are bright and extinguished, and her graceful figure reflected has an extra taste of killing.

At this time, the road is low, the willows are hanging low, swaying with the wind, and she is the only one on the road.

Moving forward, she hung her head slightly, thinking about the words of the old man before, a dark cloud shrouded in her smooth brows, outsiders only knew that she was Su Changge, the swordsman of Qing'e Mountain, but they didn't know that she also had an identity as a golden armor twelve guards.

She walked forward until the old man in the Shaoshang Pavilion behind her stood, and after she couldn't see her figure, she decisively broke away from the road to Qingluan County and walked towards a piece of grass deep beyond the road.

The difference between the demon clan and the human town is that the wilderness outside the human city is all reclaimed fields and various crops are planted, while outside the demon town, in addition to the verdant old trees, there are weeds more than one person deep.

This is not caused by the laziness of the demon people, but the different nature and customs of the race.

After all, the people of the demon clan were just some fierce beasts and demon beasts at a low level, and they were just low-level existences, and they only knew how to drink blood.

And those who turned into human forms eventually all had magical powers, and they really wanted to eat some food or some food, most of them were just taken from the place.

After the woman walked into the grass, she used her magic to push through the grass, and after walking through the grass for half an hour, she appeared on the shore of a vast lake.

This lake is rarely known outside Qingluan County and is very remote.

When the woman came to the lake, she took off a cyan waist tag from her waist and threw it into the lake.

After a few breaths of entering the water, the calm and waveless lake began to tumble, as if there was an evil Jiao that overturned the river and the sea.

The water continued to roll and last for dozens of breaths, and a black python with a large body of scales rushed out of it.

The python is as thick as a bucket, and two long whiskers have grown at the corners of its mouth, and two small protrusions can be seen on its forehead, which is obviously the existence of a cultivator who is about to turn into a dragon.

It leaned out of the water and looked at the woman on the shore.

At this time, the woman stood on the shore and looked like an ant with its huge body, as long as the python wanted to, it could swallow her in one bite.

But for some reason, when the python looked at the woman, there was a faint fear in his eyes.

"You're here, but you're going to do it, how can I help?" the python's lips opened and closed, and a soft man's voice rang out.

It's not at all what it sells.

"The yellow blind man is going to make a move, you go to the city to find Bai Chonglou, and tell him that Gu Tianwolf has gone to Baishui Town, and Li Jian's box has already entered the urn!

After saying this, the woman turned around and returned the same way, no longer glancing at the python in the lake behind her.

In Changle Fang in Qingluan County, inside Wang Er's rouge, the shopkeeper Wang Er is introducing rouge gouache to some beautiful girls of the demon clan.

Although most of the guests went to the street where Baifu is located to join in the fun, only some men went there, and the women were not very interested in that kind of fighting, killing, and still liked rouge gouache.

So his shop's business was not affected in the slightest.

He was concentrating on introducing a rouge to a woman dressed in tulle, with a touch of snow white on her chest, and a bewitching appearance, when a somewhat cold woman's voice sounded in his ears, making him shiver.

"Wang Da Killer, he sells a good rouge!"

Although the woman's voice was a little cold, it was not scary, but when she heard the woman's words, Wang Er's fat face unconsciously gushed out a fine bead of sweat.

Looking at the speaker, his face became more and more pale.

"Red Hawk, you, why are you here?"