When going down the mountain, He Wuxian and the three of them passed by the Yafeng Palace, but they did not enter. [Dancing eBook wWw.75txt.]

Lan Yawen has been focusing on guarding the Xuanshuang Sword, and He Wuxian didn't go to say goodbye to her, so as not to disturb her, leaving only a message.

Just as he walked out of the 'gate' of Furong Mountain with Tang Bao and Bai Yan, there was a "whoosh" sound behind him.

He turned his head to look at it, and found that a team of martial arts powerhouses was galloping towards him.

At the same time, a man's angry shout came from afar.

"Why don't you hate, you little bastard, stop for me!"

Hearing this, He Wuxian's face suddenly sank.

There were eight people in the group that came quickly, seven 'women' and one man, and all of them had faces like frost and were menacing.

The person at the head was Mei Qinghan, and it was Zhao Wucheng who followed her, and the remaining six people were all inner 'door' disciples of Furong Temple.

The previous sentence came from Zhao Wucheng's mouth.

When the group rushed closer, they immediately drew their swords and surrounded the three of them, with the tip of the sword pointed directly at the heads of the three of them.

"You hateless, you despicable and shameless bastard, you stole the cold Xuanshuang Sword!"

Zhao Wucheng was filled with righteous indignation, his eyes were blood-red and he glared at He Wuxian, and he scolded loudly.

This sentence made He Wuxian stunned, and he and Tang Bao looked at each other.

Zhao Wucheng and the six 'door' disciples in the Furong Temple, He Wuxian didn't pay attention to it at all, he looked directly at Mei Qinghan and asked, "Mei Qinghan, what happened?"

"Frost Sword...... It's gone!"

Mei Qinghan's face was like frost, his eyes were like ice, and he looked at He Wuhan and said coldly.

Zhao Wucheng took a step forward, pointed at the tip of He Wuxian's nose angrily, and scolded viciously: "You bastard is still pretending! It is clear that you stole the Xuanshuang Sword! You dare to ask what happened?"

Suddenly, He Wuxian's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he quickly stretched out his right hand and grabbed Zhao Wucheng's wrist.

"Click!"

Only a crisp sound was heard, and He Wuxian's five fingers grabbed Zhao Wucheng's wrist like an iron hoop, and the majestic power of more than 200,000 catties suddenly exploded.

In an instant, Zhao Wucheng didn't have time to dodge at all, so he directly broke his wrist, and his left palm bent and hung down weakly.

"Ahhh

The heart-rending pain made Zhao Wucheng scream on the spot.

It took him nearly a month to heal from his injuries, and he was already full of murderous aura and anger, eager to cut He Wuxian with a thousand knives.

Unexpectedly, they met again, and within ten breaths, he was seriously injured again by He Wuxian and had one of his left hands gone.

In an instant, unparalleled anger filled Zhao Wucheng's body, causing him to run wild on the spot.

"Little bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

In the roar, Zhao Wucheng held a white 'jade' folding fan, bloomed with a brilliant sword, and slashed towards He Wuxian's neck. 800book[800]

The sword was dazzling, terrifying, and the wind roared violently within ten zhang, and this sword was about to cut off He Wuxi's neck.

However, before the sword could hit He Wuxian, he had already kicked out and went straight to Zhao Wucheng's 'chest'.

The speed of this kick was as fast as lightning, and it was like thunder, and it had hit in a tenth of an instant.

"Bang!"

In the muffled sound, Zhao Wucheng's Yuanli shield on his chest was kicked and shattered.

His body flew out like a broken sack, and after a distance of ten feet, he fell down the long stone staircase with a thud, and rolled down the hill with a bone.

This scene is just like the scene when He Wuxian entered the Furong Temple for the first time and fell into Zhao Wucheng with one move.

However, this time Zhao Wucheng's fate was even more miserable, a huge footprint was kicked out of his chest, and blood foam gushed out of his mouth, and he was already seriously injured.

"Stop!"

Mei Qinghan shouted angrily, and stabbed a sword into He Wuxian's chest.

The other six 'female' disciples also immediately took action, and six dazzling sword rays bloomed out, pointing directly at He Wuxian's vital point.

"Humph!"

He Wuxi's face was cold, he snorted coldly, and an invisible hurricane suddenly erupted all over his body, and the coercion of the ninth-level martial artist completely exploded, collapsing fiercely in all directions.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

In the muffled sound, the six 'gate' disciples in the Furong Temple were all shocked and flew out, and the sword also fell off the stone ladder, making a loud sound.

At the same time, I saw He Wuxian's palm blooming with the light of Yuan Force, and he stretched out his hand to grab Mei Qinghan's sword.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was only three inches away from He Wuxian's chest, it was almost about to stab him.

However, his palm easily grabbed the tip of the sword, and the huge force of 200,000 jin made Mei Qinghan unable to pull out the sword despite all his might.

He Wuxian had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and looked at Mei Qinghan with disdain: "Mei Qinghan, I really didn't expect you to be a stupid 'woman' with no brains!

Mei Qinghan held the sword in both hands and struggled with all his might, but it was difficult to break free from the confinement of He Wuxian's palm.

In desperation, she had no choice but to give up the struggle, and sneered angrily: "As soon as I entered the Yafeng Hall this morning, I saw that Shizun was seriously injured, fell to the ground in a coma, and the Xuanshuang Sword was gone!"

"The people of this 'gate' will never do anything to steal, and there are only six outsiders in the Furong Temple these days, that is, you and Senior Brother Zhao. ”

"It is impossible for Senior Brother Zhao to beat my master, and Elder Luo is highly respected, and it is impossible for him to do such a despicable thing. Only if you have no hatred, you will have the strength to hurt my master, and you will do such a heartbreaking thing!"

Zhao Wucheng, who fell on the stone stairs, got up from this wolf, and while blood gushed out of his mouth, his eyes were red, and he frantically pointed at He Wuxian and scolded: "Qinghan, you are right, this mongrel has had a ghost in his heart from the beginning, plotting against your Xuanshuang Sword, otherwise why would he pester you?

As soon as these words came out, before He Wuxian could react, Tang Bao on the side was already furious, and jumped up with the Demon Sealing Axe on his shoulder, and killed Zhao Wucheng.

"Damn little white face, uncle will chop you to death, tear up your stinky mouth, and make you spew blood!"

Suddenly, Tang Bao and Zhao Wucheng fought, the light on the stone ladder flickered, the energy was raging, and the mountain shook.

Hearing Mei Qinghan's words, He Wuhan laughed angrily, and shouted coldly: "You are really a pig's brain! If Young Master Ben wanted to snatch your Xuanshuang Sword, why did he give you the Ice God's scales in the first place? Haha, it was really kind to treat it as a donkey's liver and lungs, and this young master gave you the treasure of the Ice God's Scales, but in the end, he was charged with stealing the Xuanshuang Sword, how ridiculous!"

However, Mei Qinghan was already angry and dizzy, where could he still listen to He Wuxian's explanation?

From the very beginning, you robbed me of the Meteorite Iron outside the sky, and then snatched the scales of the Ice God in the ruins of the Dragon Tomb, and even pretended to be a good person to give me the scales of the Ice God, this qiē is all a 'yin' plot that you have planned for a long time! From the beginning to the end, you didn't have a good heart, you came here with the Xuanshuang Sword!"

"Although the scales of the Ice God are precious, they are only a material, and you don't know how to refine them! You gave me the scales of the Ice God under false pretenses, just wait for my master to refine them into the Xuanshuang Sword and then come and snatch them!"

"In vain, my master was polite to you, and asked this 'door' to send you a thank you gift, but I didn't expect you to kill people and snatch swords, and do such a thing that loses your conscience. Why don't you hate, I will die here today, and I will also take back my Xuanshuang Sword!"

Mei Qinghan, who was angry to the limit, had completely exhausted her patience, and she didn't want to talk to He Wuhan anymore.

The sword was captured and couldn't break free, Mei Qinghan threw away the sword, retreated six steps away in an instant, waved his hand and shot out three cold rays, and attacked He Wuhate in the shape of a pin.

This is obviously a hidden weapon, at such a close distance, with the speed of this hidden weapon, it can hit He Wuxian in an instant.

But just as the cold light hit his body, He Wuxi's body burst out with a dazzling flame light, instantly shattering the three cold rays.

The six 'gate' disciples in the Furong Temple, all of whom were also fifth- and sixth-level martial artists, picked up the sword again and joined forces to kill He Wuxian.

Suddenly, the sword light flashed in the field, and the sound of coquettishness was everywhere.

He Wuxian sneered, picked up the Tianfeng footwork, and rushed into the crowd like a charm, poked out the two fingers of both hands, and pointed at the six 'female' disciples like a sword.

Although the six 'female' disciples were extremely vigilant, they immediately used their fierce sword techniques to defend against the counterattack.

But in front of He Wuxian, a ninth-level martial artist, it was futile to resist.

I could only hear the muffled sound of "bang bang bang" constantly sounding, and one after another 'female' disciples fell softly, lying on the stone stairs and could no longer move.

It turned out that He Wuxian did not use a killing move, and he did not harm these six 'female' disciples, but just used some 'acupoint' kung fu to knock them all unconscious.

Mei Qinghan was suddenly in a hurry, waved his hand and raised a sleeve arrow, and the sleeve arrow lit up with a crimson 'color' light, flying high into the sky, straight into the sky.

This hidden arrow was used for communication, and as soon as she saw that she couldn't stop He Wuxian, she sent a signal to ask for help from the strong people in the 'gate'.

He Wuhan raised his eyebrows, his figure flew like a charm, and Mei Qinghan fought back with his fist anxiously.

But after all, she was just a fifth-level martial artist, and the difference in strength between her and He Wuxian was simply unreasonable.

In just an instant, He Wuxian dodged her fist attack and pointed at her neck, freezing her in place and unable to move.

"Mei Qinghan, you idiot. Whether you believe it or not, the Xuanshuang Sword is not my possession, and one day you will regret it!"

After subduing Mei Qinghan, He Wuxian threw down this sentence with a cold face, and then rushed down the mountain, jumped high from afar, and raised his huge fist towards Zhao Wucheng.

Mei Qinghan was so angry that he almost vomited blood, but the 'acupoint' path was sealed and he couldn't move, so he could only open his eyes angrily and watch He Wuxian leave.

Although Tang Bao was only an eighth-level martial artist, his combat power was extremely strong, and he injured Zhao Wucheng in just ten breaths.

Zhao Wucheng is also a clever person, knowing that he can't beat He Wuxian at all, so when he saw He Wuxian rushing towards him, he turned around and ran away without hesitation.

Although Tang Bao could beat Zhao Wucheng, his speed was weak, and he couldn't catch up with Zhao Wucheng at all, so he could only roar angrily.

"Zhao Wucheng, you turtle bastard, shrinking turtle, there is a kind of don't run, uncle is going to pinch your eggs!"

He Wuxian used the Tianfeng footwork, staring at Zhao Wucheng who fled in panic with a murderous face, and chased and killed him at a gallop.

Zhao Wucheng has repeatedly provoked his bottom line, and today Zhao Wucheng will definitely die.

Bai Yan had been quietly watching this qiē, and at this time, he immediately chased after He Wuxi.

However, the peculiar thing is that Bai Yan does not run wildly, it seems to be a leisurely stroll, but he can step ten zhang away with every step, and he can catch up with He Wuxi's speed!

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