Just as Tian Baohe was about to take Jun Jue's life, a magnificent sword with incomparably upright red in the left side slashed towards his left hand, and the big seal on the right side that had condensed into green jade also smashed towards his right shoulder.

Tian Baohe's face changed slightly, he stopped with a light drink, raised his right hand above his head, and milky white divine light sprinkled from his palm like holy water, enveloping his whole person.

Whether it was the red sword or the cyan seal, they were all blocked by the divine light, and it was difficult to make any progress.

Tian Baohe squinted, looking at the two figures walking out of Xiao Qingguan left and right, squinting slightly at the figure on the left, and the one on the right frowned slightly.

However, his tone still did not change much, and he spoke calmly.

"Qiong Yezi, what do you mean by this?"

"Demon Lord Shouyu, this is the realm of the Huang Kingdom, aren't you looking for death?"

The two figures that appeared in front of Xiao Qingguan were none other than Qiong Yezi and Shou Yu, who had a big fight in the suburbs of Qinghe County a few days ago!

It's just that the breath of the two of them is very sluggish at the moment, and it is no longer less than thirty percent of that day.

Qiong Yezi pinched the sword trick in his right hand, controlling the bone giant sword in the air, but holding a compass in his left hand, the pointer on the compass had already stopped quietly, pointing in a certain direction in front of him.

Seeing that the blow could not be achieved, Elder Shouyu glanced at Tian Baohe coldly, did not answer, turned around and rushed towards Xiaoqingguan, looking for the location of the heavy building.

Tian Baohe looked at Qiong Yezi, and then looked at Jun Jue Lao Dao, who stood up and stood side by side, slowly shook his head, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and said: "I have to say, if any of the three of you are not injured, I am afraid that I will return today, but fate is often like this, you are all injured, even if you join forces, you are far from my opponent." ”

"The Divine Bow belongs to me after all."

Tian Baohe's gaze fell on the compass in Qiong Yezi's left hand, looked in the direction of the compass pointer, and after a little investigation, a trace of extreme joy burst out in his eyes, and he smiled: "It turns out that the divine bow is here." ”

The direction pointed by the divine bow compass is the deep pit!

Could it be that the Divine Bow is in this deep pit?!

Hearing this, not only Qiong Yezi's face changed slightly, but even Jun Jue's old eyes showed a slight surprise.

No one is more familiar with the things inside the pit than the Xiaoqing audience, isn't there only a huge ice in it that makes people feel small?

Chu Yingying is still digesting the medicinal effects of the Huoyun Fruit in the deep pit, and the transformation has not yet been completely successful.

Don't let Tian Crane enter the deep pit!

"Now that you know the location of the Divine Bow, Tianlang Sword Cultivation must die first."

Tian Baohe's eyes fell on Jun Jue Lao Dao again, and the undisguised killing intent in his eyes was like a bucket of ice water in winter, smashing down on Jun Jue Lao Dao's head!

If he didn't have a monk's mask, he would probably be able to see the two slender white eyebrows on Jun Jue's old Taoist eyes raised slightly, and he didn't say anything.

Hearing this, Qiong Yezi glanced at Jun Jue Lao Dao with some surprise, although he is an elder of the shrine, he also practices swordsmanship, and he is naturally no stranger to Tianlang Sword Village, which specializes in swordsmanship, and even lived in Tianlang Sword Village to study for a short time when he was young, so he is still a little kind to Jianzhuang in his heart.

What's more, the grievances between Tian Baohe and Tianlang Sword Village are not a secret among people of their level.

So Qiong Yezi frowned slightly with a hint of flame red eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "Tian Baohe, your son has been guilty of his death for decades, and the Taoist friends of Jianzhuang are to eliminate harm for the people, why can't you figure it out until now?" ”

"Shut up!" Tian Baohe shouted in a hoarse voice, his eyes were red, endless hatred spread on his face, and he gritted his teeth and said viciously, "Take the blame on yourself? Eliminate harm for the people? That's my only son! What's wrong with killing two people? Haven't you ever killed an innocent person in your life? What's more, those are just mortals, and when they die, they die, and my son is extremely talented, isn't it much more important than a few cheap lives of mortals? ”

"But you ...... You just don't listen, you ...... I'm going to kill my son! And he had to use the Xuanbing Sword Intent to torture him constantly...... As a human father, how can I not take revenge? ”

Tian Baohe's emotions were quite excited, and he couldn't stop trembling.

Suddenly, however, his twisted and hideous face calmed down, his gaze fell on the ground in front of him, and he spoke softly.

"But it doesn't matter now, as long as I get the Sun Shooting Divine Bow, any Xuanbing Sword Intent is nothing at all."

He looked up again, his eyes indifferent.

"If you want to stop me, then you will all die."

As he spoke, he stopped talking nonsense and strode forward, and at the same time his hands rose and fell, and a phantom of a crane appeared faintly behind him, and the crane was in bursts.

He stretched out his hands and was a crane with wings, which was still ten meters away one moment, and the next moment it had landed in front of Qiong Yezi, and the figure ten meters away had not completely dissipated.

The arm was raised slightly, and the understated palm fell towards Qiong Yezi's chest with an aura of destruction.

Jun Jue's aura was already too weak to be vulnerable, but Qiong Yezi still had the power to fight back, so Tian Zhuhe's idea was very simple, that is, to make Qiong Yezi lose his combat effectiveness in an instant, otherwise he would definitely stop himself from killing Jun Jue.

It's a simple idea, but it's also effective.

Qiong Yezi roared angrily, and instantly recalled the bone giant sword, the huge sword body was sparkling with white bones, and a surging hot stream like magma gushed out, trying to block Tian Baohe's palm.

Rumble!

The sword light and the palm print met, and after a slight pause in the blazing sword light, it began to retreat backwards!

Qiong Yezi's face changed slightly, and he said to Jun Jue in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist, retreat quickly!" ”

Jun Jue Lao Dao glanced at Qiong Yezi and did not retreat, because if he retreated, then Qiong Yezi would definitely retreat as well, so there would be no barrier for Xiao Qingguan behind the two.

Jun Jue didn't speak, just looked back at Qinghe County in the distance, frowning slightly.

Sorrowful, why haven't you come back?

"Hehe, want to wait for the little Taoist priest to come back? It's a pity that even if the conference is over, he won't be able to come back. Tian Baohe saw through his thoughts, and with the confidence of strategizing between his eyebrows, he said lightly, "No one can stop me from killing you and seizing the divine bow." ”

When Jun Jue heard this, the melancholy in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

Qinghe County, is there an accident?

……

The ground was cracking and collapsing, and a surging extremely cold and cold aura poured out of the Yamen ground like a volcanic eruption.

The blue sky, the white sun, the flowing clouds, and the breeze were completely covered in an instant, and a cold and dead silence that seemed to come from the abyss of thousands of miles quietly crept into everyone's hearts, cold and stiff.

It's like death.

If you look at it from the outside, you will find that the county government of Qinghe County has been covered by a thick black gas at this moment, and this black gas is still spreading outward, and soon enveloping the people on the street.

The people who were engulfed in the black gas, without exception, covered their throats, groaned in pain with difficulty breathing, and then fell unconscious.

"Hell! It's ghostly!! ”

Above the public hall, the middle-aged scribe who had spoken earlier lit up with a gentle white light, and opened his mouth with a solemn face.

In the midst of some commotion, Jiang Chou squinted, his gaze falling on the cracked ground in front of him.