"Don't scream, you don't scream when you should call",

Ding Xiaoyi heard the scream of Senior Sister Lailin in his ears, and he couldn't help but scold.

He took Senior Sister Lin like a meteor and fell towards the dense woods on the border of Kunwu Peak.

With a roll of his left hand, Senior Sister Lin's body was uncontrollably hugged by him across his chest.

At this time, Senior Sister Lin was ashamed and angry,

But she didn't have the slightest solution, and the cultivation around her had already been imprisoned by Ding Xiaoshuguo.

Her cheeks were even more red and moving, like the sunset on the horizon.

A tulle dress rises and falls with the wind, and the slender figure is vividly displayed.

Ding Xiaoyi rushed into the jungle under the peak with Senior Sister Lin in his arms.

Senior Sister Lin was ashamed and afraid, she was afraid that this young man in cloth would be lighter than herself.

What she feared didn't happen,

Ding Xiaoyi took her to jump onto a dense towering ancient tree, and then blocked the breath of her whole body.

Then

Several figures shot like ghosts into the dense jungle.

Their eyes were sharp, their bodies were majestic, and as soon as they entered the dense jungle, they immediately dissolved into pieces and scattered in all directions.

Ding Xiaoyi and Senior Sister Lin, who were hidden on the ancient tree, looked at this group of ghostly figures in their eyes.

Senior Sister Lin opened her mouth to ask, but was stopped by Ding Xiaoyi's sharp eyes.

The grievances in her heart came like a tide, and she didn't expect that this group of people would even kill herself.

Could this be the legendary murder?

Senior Sister Lin was shocked and ashamed, she didn't dare to look at this young man in cloth with a gloomy face.

Ding Xiaoyi coldly watched several figures pass under his feet.

It was several sword cultivators wearing grimace masks and sword pavilion costumes.

Although he couldn't tell their age, Ding Xiaoyi knew that this group of Sword Pavilion sword cultivators were not ordinary Sword Pavilion disciples.

They exist to deal with things that don't see the light.

A figure appeared at Ding Xiaoyi's feet like a ghost.

He lifted the grimace mask, his gaze shining with a chilling glow.

He had already discovered Ding Xiaoyi and Senior Sister Lin.

He was about to give a warning, but a red light flashed under Ding Xiaoyi's feet.

That's Ding Xiaoyi's heart sword,

The speed of the heart sword condensed to the extreme, turning into a red ray and shooting towards the ghostly figure.

"Poof",

The ghostly figure parted from its head, and a huge head rose into the sky.

Ding Xiaoyi pointed to the head that rose to the sky and flicked his fingers.

The sword qi sank into the skull that rose into the sky.

Then Ding Xiaoyi's body shook and held the headless corpse that was about to fall.

Senior Sister Lin looked at it and was terrified,

Ding Xiaoyi is decisive in killing, and his movements are extremely skillful.

In a single move, he killed a ghost-faced man from the Sword Pavilion.

This grimaceous sword cultivator died silently, leaving no trace or sound.

In the end, the grimace-faced sword cultivator's body turned into a sky full of starlight like glass, turning into spiritual rain and swaying down.

"Go",

Ding Xiaoyi grabbed Senior Sister Lin's slender waist and rose into the air.

After a few moves, they were far away from the ancient tree.

When their figures were gone,

Several figures flew in, and it was none other than those Sword Pavilion Sword Cultivators wearing grimace masks.

They looked at the few drops of blood left on the ground, and their eyes couldn't help but twinkle with even more palpitations.

"The boy is not far from the boy, scatter and search",

A hoarse voice sounded, and the other ghost-faced sword cultivators nodded slightly.

Then the ghost-faced figures scattered in all directions once more

And go.

They didn't take up a single plant or tree, not even a leaf.

Ding Xiaoyi felt an indescribable pressure surging in.

He also took Senior Sister Lin with him, if he didn't take this Senior Sister Lin of Xuanshuang Peak, he believed that he could easily kill these ghost-faced sword cultivators with his own strength.

He knew that the real purpose of these ghost-faced sword cultivators was to kill Senior Sister Lin, to kill people and kill people.

Senior Sister Lin also seems to know the seriousness of the matter.

She let Ding Xiaoyi hold her thin waist and move up from the ancient trees.

Her eyes began to glow with horror,

She almost opened her mouth to speak, but was stopped by Ding Xiaoyi's sharp eyes.

At the same time, her cheeks flushed, this young man was really hateful.

Ding Xiaoyi's body was like the wind, and he took Senior Sister Lin to a dense towering tree.

He reached out and surged around.

The consciousness is like a tide of vines in all directions,

Those ghost-faced sword cultivators were still some distance away from them.

"What do you want to say?" Ding Xiaoyi asked softly.

"I'm going to let go!" ，

Senior Sister Lin was shy and anxious, she said softly.

When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned.

People have three urgencies, and this is not something that can be controlled by cultivation.

He grabbed Senior Sister Lin's slender waist and slid down silently from the towering tree like a gecko, and then found a hidden place.

Ding Xiaoyi pointed to the hidden place and motioned to Senior Sister Lin to solve it quickly.

Senior Sister Lin stared at Ding Xiaoyi angrily,

Then he reluctantly walked to the hidden place.

Ding Xiaoyi's whole body was on guard, and his divine consciousness had already spread out like a tide.

A slight sound of rustling came into Ding Xiaoyi's ears.

His heart moved, and a wisp of consciousness unconsciously probed into the hidden place.

Then a white figure formed in his mind.

He had already seen all of Senior Sister Lin's plump and fair-skinned figure.

It's just a pity that this Senior Sister Lin doesn't seem to be a virgin.

Senior Sister Lin was ashamed and annoyed, she always felt that a pair of eyes were peeping at her.

And she didn't have anything to do.

She hated and feared this cloth-clothed young man, in short, she had mixed tastes.

After excreting the dirt in her body, she staggered to her feet.

At the moment when Senior Sister Lin got up,

A chill shot at her back like a fright.

Senior Sister Lin was caught off guard, she felt the aura of death enveloping her.

The cold sword glow gave her goosebumps all over her body.

She was numb, but she had forgotten to dodge the sword that shot at her.

The sword light that seemed to be like a fright had locked her tightly.

Senior Sister Lin was even more frightened,

She tried to scream, but found she couldn't utter a word.

The sword light was about to reach her back vest when a brilliant sword shot out from her side.

"Hiss",

Senior Sister Lin heard a sharp sound of breaking the air.

Then she heard the sound of a sharp weapon entering the flesh,

A faint smell of blood permeated.

Panicked, she hasn't reacted yet,

She only felt that her slender waist was wrapped in a powerful hand, and then her body swept up like a cloud.

Senior Sister Lin's face was extremely pale,

When the big strong hand wrapped around her slender waist, she felt a little safe.

She finally understood that this group of ghost-faced sword cultivators was actually here to kill her.

She had always thought that this group of ghost-faced sword cultivators were

came to kill Ding Xiaoyi, but she was wrong.

The sound of the wind blowing in my ears,

Senior Sister Lin was held by this powerful big hand, and she felt an unprecedented sense of security.

She wanted to look up at this menstrual face,

However, the shame in her heart was getting stronger and stronger.

She found her heart pounding like a fawn.

"Woo ......",

Another sharp sound of breaking the air came into Senior Sister Lin's ears, and she felt the cold glow in the hands of the cloth-clothed young man.

"Bell ......",

A golden song rang out.

She felt a slight jolt in her body, and then she felt her body lighten again.

After a few moves,

Ding Xiaoyi has already mastered all these situations.

There were already five or six Ghost Face Sword Cultivators in ambush in this jungle, and their real intention was to kill Senior Sister Lin.

That is, to kill people and kill people,

He wanted to break through to Kunwu Peak, but this jungle had already laid a net.

"They are the sword slaves of the Sword Pavilion, and they only obey the orders of the master. In the territory of the Sword Pavilion, only the sword slaves of the Sword Pavilion have the right to kill."

Senior Sister Lin's voice was very soft, like the sound of mosquitoes.

She was explaining the identity of this group of ghost-faced sword cultivators to Ding Xiaoyi.

Ding Xiaoyi's heart tightened slightly, the Sword Pavilion was really not a pure land.

"Got it", Ding Xiaoyi said coldly.

He really wanted to throw down this Senior Sister Lin and break through to Kunwu Peak.

But he couldn't leave Senior Sister Lin behind.

Although he didn't have any good feelings for this Senior Sister Lin, he couldn't watch Senior Sister Lin die in the hands of the sword slave.

He didn't want Senior Sister Lin to be killed because of her,

At least he still has the bottom line, and it has nothing to do with pity for flowers.