"How are you?"

Seeing Chen Jinshui's anxious face, Jiang Xiaohe pulled out a smile vigorously: "I can't die!"

When Chen Jinshui heard this, his tense heart finally relaxed a little, and he quickly took out two Gu Yuan Dan from the storage bag and gave them to Jiang Xiaohe.

"Senior Brother Qin, Senior Brother Xu, Senior Brother Lu......"

The reason why the other two did not take advantage of the victory to pursue was because their three senior brothers had fallen to the ground at this time, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

Their bodies were covered with dense sword wounds, as if they had been tortured by Ling Chi. There was a large dent in his chest, and the blood stained his shirt red, and even the internal organs could be seen.

Looking at this appearance of less air intake and more air out, it seems that he can't live.

But how is this possible?

The other party is obviously a small martial artist level nine, and it is surprising enough to smash three martial artists at the second level, but he even succeeded in counterkilling?

Jiang Xiaohe knew in his heart that the three of them were actually dying under the power of the rebound of the Red Flame Armor, and the powerful sword that the three of them had unleashed together was returned to them intact.

And he was just suffering from the power of the Red Flame Armor and the Xuanwu Shield, which was actually equivalent to 20% of the power of that sword, and he was already so seriously injured.

Chen Jinshui glanced at the two of them, helped Jiang Xiaohe get on the horse, and soon returned to Yuejiaozhou.

Xiao He's injuries are very serious and need time to heal, if they continue to move forward now, the two people in front of them are probably not going to let them go.

"Heal well, I'm right next door!"

Returning to Yuejiao Prefecture and finding the inn as fast as possible, Jiang Xiaohe finally began to heal.

After entering the Diwei Pagoda and taking a few pills, he began to recover with all his might. Three people died, and the One Sword Pavilion would definitely not give up.

......

At night, a person suddenly appeared at the inn!

A middle-aged man dressed in linen and gray, his appearance is very ordinary, the kind of ordinary that he can never find out as soon as he enters the crowd.

"Shopkeeper, an upper room!"

He dropped a gold coin, and under the leadership of his man, he went up to the second floor and chose the room on the left hand side closest to Jiang Xiaohe.

Chen Jinshui, who was practicing cross-legged, opened his eyes suddenly, and immediately walked out of the room and entered the room where Jiang Xiaohe was.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Xiaohe, who had just come out of the Diwei Tower, glanced at Chen Jinshui in a little surprise, he had never been such an insignificant person, so he broke in directly without knocking on the door.

"There's a great guy coming. ”

Chen Jinshui glanced at Jiang Xiaohe, his pupils shrank: "Have you broken through the martial artist realm?"

"Yes, good luck!"

Jiang Xiaohe smiled and patted Chen Jinshui's shoulder gently, and a wisp of innate Dao qi flowed down his shoulder into Chen Jinshui's body.

Breaking through the martial arts realm, he mastered a small magical power: "Yin and Yang Eyes".

The Yin and Yang Eye can see through any disguise, body structure, cultivation, divine soul, and so on.

Chen Jinshui's soul did not merge with this body smoothly, of course, this was not because his strength was not enough, but a trace of kindness in his heart:

He was always unwilling to devour the remnants of Mu Jinling's soul that remained in this body.

Innate Dao Qi can make two wisps of divine soul fuse perfectly, and Jiang Xiaohe also wants to tell Chen Jinshui a truth: In this world of the weak and the strong, it is good to be worthy of everything!

Chen Jinshui's face turned pale, and a wry smile pulled out at the corner of his mouth, after several years of tacit understanding, he naturally understood Jiang Xiaohe's thoughts.

"Xiao He, I took his body and helped him fulfill his wish that he had always wanted to fulfill. But...... I could feel his desire to continue living!"

"Brother Chen, the price of his wish is to give you his body!"

Jiang Xiaohe said lightly, with a hint of imperceptible indifference in his tone.

Everything comes at a price, doesn't it?

He just wanted to see Xiao Huang again, but Aunt Gong and his father-in-law were taken away!

"I understand!"

Chen Jinshui sighed in his heart, he didn't know what Jiang Xiaohe had experienced in the past few months, but he knew that he must have suffered a lot, otherwise he would not have grown so fast.

"Bang bang bang. ”

At this time, there was a knock on the door, Jiang Xiaohe and Chen Jinshui glanced at each other, and they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Their consciousness did not feel any nearness!

Jiang Xiaohe got up and opened the door, and it was ...... standing outside the door Gentleman's sword, Fang Yuanfang's predecessor.

"Senior Fang?"

"What, I'm not welcome?"

Fang Yuan made a rare joke, and when he entered the room, Jiang Xiaohe closed the door and asked in some surprise: "Why don't you see that Fang Jian senior?"

"He's got a little bit of a thing to do, and he'll be here later. ”

......

"Fang Jian, what do you want to do?"

In the next room, the middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance was staring at Fang Jian with a gloomy face, and he was even more strange in his heart, how could he meet these two people here?

"Boss Jiao, what are you doing here?"

Fang Jian's face was as cold as ever, and there was a flash of killing intent in his tone.

"You, you're here for those two teenagers?"

Boss Jiao suddenly exclaimed, when he reached his cultivation realm, there were very few people and things that could surprise him so much.

"Others don't know the details of your Shadow Building, but I know it very well, you'd better find out who your master is!"

Fang Jian dropped such a sentence and turned to go out.

Boss Jiao's face was blue and purple, staring at the wall in front of him for a while, before he withdrew his gaze, quickly went downstairs, retreated and disappeared into the crowd.

With Fang Yuan and Fang Jian protecting those two juniors, he didn't dare to do it even if he had ten thousand guts!

Fang Yuan and Fang Jian chatted casually with Jiang Xiaohe and Chen Jinshui, as if they had just met a friend and then left after meeting and chatting a few words.

"Where did you come to know such a powerful character?"

Chen Jinshui was a little surprised, the moment Fang Jian came in, he noticed that the room next door was empty. The heaviness, the feeling of depression that made it almost impossible for him to breathe, disappeared.

He was very sure that these two people were specially here to save Xiao He.

Jiang Xiaohe didn't hide it, and told him about the matter of Heiyun Village at the beginning, and Chen Jinshui, who only listened, was surprised.

"Remember, in the future, when you meet those people with abnormal bloodlines, you can hide as far as you can, no matter what obstacles you can't get over, don't think about the road of bloodline fusion!"

Jiang Xiaohe cautiously instructed.

That night, the people of Yijian Pavilion finally came.

Jiang Xiaohe and Chen Jinshui quietly looked at the eight people in front of them, each of them was a martial artist realm cultivator, and the highest one actually had a martial artist level nine.

"Yijian Pavilion really looks up to us!"

He smiled, his cultivation was a breakthrough, and with Chen Jinshui together, Jiang Xiaohe was very confident.

"You killed all four of them!"

Chen Jinshui said lightly, as if the essence of evil qi emanated from him, like a tiger out of the cage, waiting for his prey.

The inn was in complete disarray, most of the guests had fled, and a few monks chose to stay in a safe enough place to watch the excitement.

Bai Sensen's sword light illuminated the entire inn, the dense sword net, the roaring sword intent, the majestic Yuan force, and the collapsed wooden building......

In less than half an hour, there were six people lying on the ground.

Jiang Xiaohe and Chen Jinshui stood in the middle of the inn, the surrounding firelight shining on their faces, illuminating their eyes red.

After the soul and body were completely fused, Chen Jinshui's combat power skyrocketed.

Jiang Xiaohe experienced a vicious battle, and his cultivation broke through to the level of martial artist, and his combat strength soared, and he was blessed with magic weapons such as Chiyan Armor, Qingyun Boots, and Xuanwu Shield, and he really didn't pay attention to ordinary martial arts realm cultivators.

There is also the yin and yang that can see through the illusion, and every time it can always help him find the real killing move in the countless illusory sword shadows.

"Today, you will die!"

Xiao Zhanjiang, who was a ninth-level martial artist, looked at the eight junior disciples he brought out, and six of them died in half an hour, and his heart was even more frightened:

These six juniors and disciples are the mainstays of the pavilion on weekdays, and even if they face them all at once, they can't get out of the way.

However, by this time they had all remained in the ruins.

Stay here forever!

"Senior Brother Bei, let's do it together. ”

"It is my honor to be able to fight side by side with Senior Brother Xiao!"

Bei Jiu was a tall, burly man, who spoke in an urn voice, completely different from the ordinary Yijian Pavilion disciples they had seen.

"The stupid big one belongs to you, and the surname Xiao belongs to me!"

Chen Jinshui glanced at Jiang Xiaohe, took out the jasper flute in his hand and waved it casually:

"I don't like the surname Xiao!"

Jiang Xiaohe didn't say a word, he raised the burning stick in his hand and rushed directly towards Bei Jiu.

Bei Jiu is considered to be a martial artist level 8 cultivation, but his combat effectiveness is almost the same as Xiao Zhanjiang, and his weapon is a giant sword:

Three feet long and one foot wide, it is not so much a sword as a bladed iron plate.

"Roaring ......"

Bei Jiu roared, his knotted arms holding the giant sword and slamming towards Jiang Xiaohe, as he took a step, the ground trembled, and a violent Yuan Force emanated from the broad sword body and took the lead in forcing Jiang Xiaohe.

Jiang Xiaohe hurriedly raised the burning stick to resist, only to hear the sound of the "bell", the burning stick and the giant sword collided together, Jiang Xiaohe only felt that his arms sank, and a sharp pain surged from his wrists all over his body.

The body was involuntarily knocked back a few steps by this impact, and the wrist was trembling incessantly.

"Good sword!"

Jiang Xiaohe couldn't help but open his mouth and praise, he came here from Nanzhizhou, and he had encountered many battles along the way, and he had never had any weapon that could bargain under the burning stick.

"Dangdang, dangdang. ”

The two fought for more than ten rounds, and Jiang Xiaohe felt that all the strength in his body seemed to be drained.

This Bei Jiu is really powerful, fortunately he has practiced "Feng Quenching", and his physical body is several times stronger than that of ordinary monks, otherwise he is afraid that he will not be able to stand up now.

However, he also figured out the shortcomings of this big guy:

His speed was slow, although it was only a little slower than the eighth level of an ordinary martial artist, but it was still slow.

Jiang Xiaohe used Qingyun Boots to circulate with him for a stick of incense, Bei Jiu was already tired and out of breath, but Jiang Xiaohe, who had exhausted the yuan power in his body, took advantage of this opportunity to recover.

This is long and the other is gone, Bei Jiu is not an opponent, and he insisted on dozens of breaths, and was finally slashed on his right arm by Jiang Xiaohe, and the long sword fell to the ground.

Another knife, the head fell to the ground!