Xiao Qi and Qiu Feng stood back to back, at this moment, only each other could make their hearts feel at ease.

Xiao Qi's fist bones were shattered, the white bone stubble on his right arm was soaked in blood, and Qiu Feng's strong suit also tore dozens of cuts, dripping with blood stained his clothes and exquisite body.

The two of them have survived until now, but in fact, they are just gritting their teeth.

Someone stared at the autumn wind, "You might as well lose your sword, with your appearance, you can also call the wind and rain on the Meteoric Ink Mountain, you don't need to go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire, you just need to accompany us to do a few spring nights." ”

As soon as the words fell, several people laughed rampantly, and another said: "How can a few Spring Festivals be enough, it is a few Spring Festivals a day." ”

Another person then laughed and retorted, "There are so many brothers up and down the Meteoric Ink Mountain, dozens of games a day are about the same!" ”

A group of people insulted Qiu Feng and Xiao Qiji, and in a foul language, the eight-character beard opened his mouth: "You have bad luck, with the so-called Nine Highnesses, speaking of which, he was originally a country into the dynasty, it is difficult to get into the elegant hall, when it comes to your country prince in the world, the most you can say is that you have gone to the ruined house of shit luck, and the thatched house is painted gold and wants to pretend to be a palace, and now you want to be a man when you go to the Meteorite Mountain?" ”

The mustache spitted on the ground and crushed it again, as if he was going to trample the Nine Emperors under his feet.

Xiao Qi and Qiu Feng both felt the trembling of each other's bodies, it was not because of fear, but anger, so both of them knew each other's thoughts, that is, even if they died today, they would definitely kill this person who dared to humiliate His Highness.

"That's what the world thinks of me." Suddenly there was a voice outside the cave, and Li Chen walked in with a bloody aura, because he had killed dozens of monsters along the way.

Bazihu glanced at Li Chen, and immediately guessed the identity of the arrival.

In the past two months, he has heard many people say that this Ninth Highness, Li Huai, Mr. Storyteller under the mountain, and the people who are chatting after tea and dinner, sure enough, as rumored, a pair of poems can't boast of the good skin of the aura in it.

He didn't expect Li Chen to come so quickly, but at the same time, he remembered what Li Huai had told him that day: It doesn't matter whether the Nine Emperor Princes have gone up the mountain or not, even if he arrives here at this moment, we have to pick an opportunity to send him to the bottom of the mountain, and on the Falling Ink Mountain, it is not difficult to kill a prince.

Thinking of this, Bazihu clenched the weapon in his hand.

The rest of the people also got Li Huai's instructions in advance, and after a short period of shock, they glanced at the appearance of the mustache and knew what to do next.

In addition to the nervousness, there was more excitement on everyone's face.

You know, these are the few people who were born to stand at the top of the holy pilgrimage, the eight sufferings in the world, but some people are born without having to suffer these sufferings, they are not born like ordinary people who have to struggle in the world, they are born with the power and wealth that others can enjoy inexhaustibly in several lifetimes, why? And the person in front of him, who was originally just crawling in the mud like them, flew up to the branch and made a phoenix because he recognized an ancestor? Why?

Because they were dissatisfied, because they were not angry, they were excited and proud of the thought that they were going to kill such a character next.

It's like a kind of invitation for the people. Willing to kill? All of them took the initiative to put on a layer of divine aura for themselves.

Only Zhang Hu quietly retreated to the side with a dry mouth, and did not intend to participate in this battle.

He had already figured out today's situation on the way, compared to the sharp momentum of this highness, these strongmen of Falling Ink Mountain, who usually boasted of being masters, were like a rabble.

Bazihu noticed this, glanced at him from a distance, and said, "We get out alive, and you can get out alive." If we die, but you go out, then don't think about keeping any money or people outside your mountain. ”

Zhang Hu's purple face, which had been blown by the mountain wind all the year round, suddenly turned white, this was because of anger and fear, when he said this nonsense, he knew that he had to go up, and he already knew his fate, but he still had to go up.

The moment he rushed up, Zhang Hu suddenly had that thought in his heart: I knew that I wouldn't go up the mountain today.

Bazihu didn't know what the soldier was thinking, and he didn't need to care about the thoughts of such a little person, and he said that sentence just because he couldn't get used to Zhang Hu's appearance of staying out of the matter.

In fact, he was full of confidence in himself, because even Li Huai didn't know that he had already been promoted to the other side realm.

He also heard that the Nine Emperors were a cultivation genius and had good strength, but he thought that it was just an exaggeration of the laymen in the world, a pampered prince, even if he really relied on the superior exercises and resources of the royal family to advance to the other side, how could he compare to the people who licked blood on their swords every day?

He thought that he had given this highness enough attention, and as soon as he made a move, he was full of strength, the golden hinge scissors in his palm were straight into a sharp shadow of thousands of killings, and the weapon that blew off the hair and broke the golden stone was about to cut off Li Chen's head in a moment, but it was a pity that it was against a sword.

Then, the owner of this golden hinge scissors was horrified to find that Li Chen's palm on the opposite side did not even tremble a little, and his eyebrows were still slanted into the root of the mountain like a sword, as if the other side realm in front of him was no different from those rabble in the Yellow Spring of the Second Realm.

The head of the eight-character beard flew in the air and couldn't figure it out, what did a person who was born to be a prince do when he cultivated such a deep realm and learned such a strong swordsmanship?

The sound of the sword is full of joy after killing, and the person holding the sword is still always elegant and calm, and in the eyes of others, he is an immortal who kills people with angry eyes.

A green cloud flew out of the three-point plum, and Li Chen stood very close to these people, so when the sword blade shredded their skin, their flesh, and their blood vessels, he was splashed with blood-colored ink on his black body.

The three-point killing machine broke the sky of fireworks, and these people were still talking about several dirty sins in the world in the last second, which was also a smelly fireworks in the world, so they took the blessing of fireworks, and the Flowing Shadow Aurora erased by the Lonely Sword was killed cleanly.

Including Zhang Hu and the two who were forced to come forward to kill by the eight-character beard.

The wound on Zhang Hu's neck was like the gills of a fish, and he twitched in pain, and his eyes were full of pleading when he looked at Li Chen.

Li Chen understood what he meant, so he stepped forward to make up for a sword, and then Gujing returned the sword to the sheath without waves.

Speaking of which, since he met Zhang Hu today, this soldier has been very obedient, if it wasn't for him in the end, Li Chen didn't intend to kill him. But the things of the Holy Dynasty are like this, if you want to kill me, then I will kill you, no matter what your reason, from the moment you want to kill me, you are destined to be an enemy who can only see life and death.

"Your Highness, the monsters are rushing up again!"

At the entrance of the cave, Xiao Qi's voice was weak and apologetic, only feeling that he had finally caused trouble to His Highness, "Qiu Feng and I were probably manipulated, no matter where we hid, the monsters seemed to be able to follow the taste." ”

Li Chen smiled at his minions, as warm as getting up early in the morning to relieve his hands but suddenly smelling a bowl of chicken soup in the streets and alleys, he waved his hand, signaling Xiao Qi and Qiu Feng to hide in the depths of the cave.

Xiao Qi and the two of them also knew that the only thing they could do at this time was not to cause any trouble to His Royal Highness, and when they heard the words, they dragged themselves into the depths of the cave, and when they turned back, they only saw Li Chen's back, and a brocade robe fell on the desolate mountain world, and they were very eye-catching.

Hundreds of monsters rushed up from the bottom of the mountain, they were fierce, they were not afraid of life and death, the only thing they had to do was to tear the young man in sight to pieces.

Li Chen shook his sword, the clear sword chant seemed to have a thirst for blood, and two sword qi flew down, clearing a large open space in the monster's miserable howl. Seeing that there was a monster at the foot of the mountain, he untied the delicate wine jug on his waist, took a sip, dropped his sword once, and killed a river of blood, leaving a land full of red and gorgeous corpses.

The wine was his inspiration when he came out of the ghost, just because the moment he came out, he only felt that the experience of these days was like a dream, especially the sudden and silent death of the Great Elder, so at a certain moment, he suddenly wanted to taste the legendary wine that could forget all his troubles.

The heat of the mountains has not yet subsided, Li Chen looked up at the cliff, and could vaguely see the sunset hanging at the end of the sky, and he didn't know if it was the same as the sun outside the Meteoric Mountain, but in the sand and gravel swept by the wind and the misty sunset, the blood dripping from the cliffs like a waterfall was like stepping on the waterfall, and everything was inexplicably a little more tragic.

He straightened his clothes, sat cross-legged at the entrance of the cave, and waited for the black shadow under the mountain, every time he lifted his sword, he bent the body of the demons, lifted the shadows of the heads, and the blood-colored fireworks bloomed on his neck, and then fell on the mountain and slid down, a picture of an immortal waterfall.

At dusk, I rode the wind to see the demons, and the demons all bowed their heads.

In the yellow sand, I lifted my sword and lifted my skull, and the blood made a waterfall.

Behind him, the maid Qiu Feng and the servant Xiao Qi looked at Li Chen's back, and their eyes were full of fanaticism like a scorching firework jumping, "Your Highness the Nine!" ”

I don't know who it is, whispering like a pilgrimage.

Li Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the distance.

I was in a corner of the mountainside, overlooking the top of the world.