Changfuzhong.

Although it was the middle of the night, it was still brightly lit, illuminating the inside and outside of the house.

Suddenly, the sound of a fight reflected several figures from the room, and a group of six-door catchers rushed in.

A few people went fast and retreated quickly, and after a while, they were beaten upside down and flew out.

"Idiot!"

Wen Qing scolded angrily, jumped into the Changfu compound, and ran towards the lobby.

I saw that in the lobby, a group of six-door catchers were fighting with the black-robed man, who was holding a ghost-headed sword, and he was not defeated by one enemy and ten enemies.

I could only hear the sound of gold and iron intertwined, the figures swayed, the energy erupted, and the tables and chairs exploded.

The ghost-headed broadsword in the big man's hand suddenly turned, swept out horizontally in front of him, and the six doors were directly shocked to spit blood, fall and fly out.

"Bold thief, take your life!"

Hearing a coquettish shout, a very delicate appearance, the apricot-eyed willow-eyed catcher rushed up with a sword, her swordsmanship was very clever, and she fought with the big man for a few moves.

Wen Qing could see at a glance that this was a woman, and he couldn't help but feel surprised, after all, he hadn't heard of a woman on an errand.

Seeing that the woman's swordsmanship was exquisite, but her internal strength was far inferior to that of the other party, and after a few moves, her strength was already insufficient.

The big man didn't know what to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and after shaking the female catcher backwards again and again, the ghost head knife in his hand was raised above his head and chopped down, if this knife was cut down, let alone a person, even a stone had to be cut in half.

Mo Qingcheng was shocked by the other party's palm power and his chest was surging with blood, and for a while, his whole body couldn't lift half of his strength, so he could only watch the knife fall.

At this moment, a figure swept behind her, and she only felt that the soft part of her waist was being snatched away, and the whistling wind blew through her ears, bringing a buzzing sound, and her eyes tightened in fright, and when she opened it again, she was already ten steps away.

"Is that how you six doors work?"

A dissatisfied voice sounded in Mo Qingcheng's ears, and then a young man in a dark robe with handsome facial features appeared in front of her.

"You ......"

Mo Tingcheng wanted to refute a few words, but when he saw that he was lofty, he looked at him as if he was looking at it, and when a sentence came to his mouth, he couldn't say anything, and when he expected that the other party had saved him again, he was even more speechless.

The big man's face was white, his hair was messy, and he couldn't hide his old age, and his eyes were as narrow as snakes, and he could see that he was not a good person at a glance.

The person who came was the ghost father, one of the four ghosts of the Wushen Sect.

"The kid is good, which sect is his disciple?"

Seeing that Wen Qingshi was very human, the ghost couldn't help but squint his eyes and snorted coldly.

"Senior disciple of the Infinite Sword Sect, you Grandpa Wen is also!"

I don't know when it began, his style has been very different from before, but compared with Yang Ling, he can more reflect a wanton display of youthful ambition, rather than being as introverted and low-key as Yang Ling.

When the ghost prince heard this, he couldn't help frowning: "The Infinite Sword Sect actually cooperated with the imperial court?" ”

"Hehe, this has nothing to do with Your Excellency, I don't know who Your Excellency is?"

Wen Qing didn't explain, and he didn't want to delay time with the other party, he was afraid that the other party would have accomplices.

"You don't have the name of the old man

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I've heard of it, but all you need to know is that I'm from the Witch God Cult! ”

The ghost man did not hide his identity.

It turned out to be the Witch God Cult, could it be that the trafficking of human beings in Pengshui County was still related to this Witch God Cult?

Wen Qing immediately thought of something, and his face suddenly became a little gloomy: "Since you are a member of the cult, then leave it for me!" ”

As he spoke, the long sword in his hand came out of its sheath, snorted, and stabbed towards the other party.

"Be careful......

Mo Qingcheng saw Wen Qing making the first move, and immediately reminded.

However, Wen Qing's long sword had already stabbed in front of the ghost father's face, and the latter was greatly surprised, unexpectedly although this sword technique was mediocre, but the move was very fast, and he immediately put the ghost head big sword in front of him, only to hear the sound of the bell, blocking the opponent's sword.

Finding that the strength of this sword was not great, the ghost man also despised him a little more, and waved the big knife in his hand, and the strong wind was whistling, forcing Wen Qing to retreat, and then sneering and killing him with a knife.

"The kid has good skills, but today he has to become grandpa's knife ghost!"

I saw that his sword was heavy, and when he raised his hands and feet, he could feel a heavy wave of qi rushing towards his face, Wen Qing tried his best to dodge, and the long sword attack did not decrease, directly hitting the opponent's vital point.

The ghost man's ghost head knife is more than five feet long, plus the arm swings, not much shorter than the ordinary spear, plus his arm strength is strong, with a blow, he throws a thousand catties, which is very easy for people to block.

And the ugly ghost is emaciated, and his whole body doesn't add up to three or two pieces of flesh, although his staff is sharp, but he can't withstand the blow of the ghost father, plus he can't get close, naturally he can't beat him, only to be beaten.

Of course, Wen Qing didn't know these things, he retreated one after another at the moment, and the long sword stabbed out from time to time, all of which would be slashed back by the opponent's impermeable sword momentum, and the tiger's mouth was numb for a while.

This reckless man...... Wen Qing was furious, thinking that he had finally taken advantage of his uncle's absence, but he didn't want to meet such a person.

"I can't play it here, and I kind of have fought with the master!"

He shouted angrily, fought and retreated, and when he reached the door, he jumped out.

Seeing that these six doors were just weaned, the ghost was expected to be helpless against themselves, and the most difficult person in front of him was the person in front of him, so he immediately echoed and followed.

As the two fought fiercely outside the compound, a group of six doors quickly helped each other out.

Seeing this, Mo Chengcheng was also secretly annoyed, thinking that if his father was here, how could it be the turn of this rough man to be presumptuous.

Fortunately, the Chang family was not injured, otherwise she would really be to blame.

I saw Chang Wei and Laifu poke their heads out, looked at the two people in the courtyard who made a fierce and dangerous move, and couldn't help but exclaim: "I can't imagine that there are such young heroes with outstanding martial arts in the six doors!" ”

When he came out late, he didn't hear the two of them report their identities to each other, only that this handsome young talent was a person from Six Doors, and the one with an evil face was an attacking thief.

Hearing Chang Wei's words, the people in the six doors lowered their heads and didn't dare to answer, only feeling ashamed.

And Mo Qingcheng also blushed and had an embarrassed expression, but she had always been straightforward, and after a pause, she still said: "This young man is not a person from our six gates, but a master disciple of the Infinite Sword Sect!" ”

Hearing this, Chang Wei also knew that he had misunderstood, and immediately smiled: "It turned out to be a master disciple of the Sword Sect of Wuliang Mountain, if you want to say that the Wuliang Sword Sect, we are also very famous!" ”

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After all, Sinan Mansion is located in the west, and major factions such as Emei, Qingcheng, and Wuliang Sword are very famous, and they have heard of it somewhat.

His casual words also made everyone's faces a lot better.

The so-called famous disciples, they are not as good as each other, and it is understandable.

Others thought so, but Mo Qingcheng didn't think so, listening to Chang Wei's words, he was inexplicably a little unconvinced in his heart, and immediately grabbed the knife in his hand and rushed up: "The court is doing things, how can you use the hands of the Jianghu sect!" ”

As he spoke, the person had already jumped out, and when the words fell, the long knife in his hand slashed towards the head of the ghost father.

Wen Qing frowned, and before he could scold, he saw the knife in the hand of the ghost father, and then blocked towards Mo Qingcheng, only to hear a muffled sound, the knife in Mo Qingcheng's hand was almost shocked and flew out, a strong breath penetrated the body, and retreated again and again, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he was red.

Taking advantage of this gap, Wen Qing's long sword let out a clear roar, and stabbed straight at the back of the ghost father's heart, the ghost father was shocked, almost forgetting the extraordinaryness of this son, and immediately retreated to the side, but his huge body, coupled with the speed of the other party's sword, instantly penetrated his left ribs, and narrowly avoided the heart.

Seeing this, Wen Qing was also very disappointed, he was almost able to kill this thief, but now he was a few inches off, but fortunately, he still hurt him.

It's that this woman catches quickly, so she is too reckless.

The ghost man felt the sword under his ribs, and suddenly exploded, the true qi in his body exploded, and he forced the long sword out of his body, and Wen Qing was also shocked out by the other party's true qi.

Although his swordsmanship is superb, in terms of internal force cultivation, he is much worse than some of the older masters on the rivers and lakes, after all, not everyone can be as defiant as Yang Ling, and fight steadily, why is it that people who have practiced for decades are not as good as your junior?

"Little bastard, you dare to hurt me, I want to arrest you back and refine you into a corpse slave!"

The ghost father was furious, and he slashed towards Wen Qing with a big knife in his hand.

Sensing that the power of this knife was far better than before, Wen Qing didn't dare to take it hard, and dodged to the side, only to hear the stone bricks under his feet shook, and the position he was standing before was split by the ghost father's knife, and the rubble flew.

Seeing that the empty door behind the ghost man was exposed, Mo Qingcheng clenched his silver teeth, regardless of his injuries, and stabbed the other party behind him with a knife.

"No!"

As soon as Wen Qing's words fell, Mo Qingcheng's blade had already stabbed the back of the ghost father, but the sharp white blade did not pierce the opponent's body as desired, but made a muffled sound as if it was stabbed on a piece of fine iron.

"Hmph, ordinary swords also want to hurt Lao Tzu?"

"Roll !!"

The ghost man shouted angrily, and the momentum around his body skyrocketed, and an invisible wave of qi surged out, directly shaking Mo Qingcheng out, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Seeing this, Wen Qing hurriedly flew to catch her, only to feel that the other party's hand was very light, the weak and boneless delicate body was very soft, sticking to the body, and there was a refreshing fragrance of daughter, the aroma was mixed with a faint smell of blood, which made people think of peony crying blood, and felt pity.

He has never been half close to a woman, and today in order to save this Mo Chengcheng, he has embraced him twice, and it is inevitable that he will feel strange.

After landing on the ground, he handed over Mo Qingcheng to the people of the six gates, and then stepped out, and instantly came to the ghost father, the long sword swept quickly, a little more immortal, and the shot was the immortal swordsmanship of the Infinite Sword Sect.

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