Chapter 200: Plotting and trickery came to naught

Seeing this situation, Li Qingluo couldn't help but feel a chill, for fear that the other party would kill again, so she hurriedly asked Granny Rui to help Granny Ping retreat.

And she slowly stood up with the support of Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu.

Mu Wanqing looked at Yang Guo stupidly, and when she saw the face close at hand, she seemed to reach out and touch it in disbelief.

"Am I really not dreaming?"

Yang Guo hugged her in his arms, thinking in his heart that even if Xiaolongnu was to blame, he would never give up Mu Wanqing again and leave alone.

Feeling the familiar aura on Yang Guo's body, Mu Wanqing hugged him tightly as if she had just woken up from a big dream, as if the other party would still leave her as soon as she let go of her hand.

At this time, the beggars and the Heaven and Earth Society and others arrived late, and when they saw the corpses all over the ground, a strong bloody breath came to their faces, and the blood on the ground flowed into the flowers and trees, slowly flowing into the lake, like blood flowers that dissipated in an instant, and people were terrified to see.

Qin Hongmian saw her daughter and Yang Guo hugging each other, and was about to open her mouth to reprimand a few times, but seeing the expressions of the two, for some reason, she couldn't bear to disturb her, and when she saw that her daughter was fine, she looked for Li Qingluo's figure in the crowd.

Seeing that his great enemy was sluggish at the moment, and his face was pale, he was immediately overjoyed, and without saying anything, he drew his sword and killed the other party.

"Ahh

Wang Yuyan was startled, and immediately turned around to protect Li Qingluo.

Seeing the ruthlessness of the other party, there was no mercy at all, this knife went down, even if Wang Yuyan stepped forward to protect them, their mother and daughter had to be pierced by the blade, and both of them died.

I don't know if it was stimulated by Yang Guo, or the impulse to protect Wang Yuyan, Duan Yu instantly felt that a hot qi in his body was about to gush out, and immediately pointed forward with the index finger of his right hand.

But when he heard a sneering sound, a strong internal force stabbed towards the Shura knife in Qin Hongmian's hand.

Although Qin Hongmian couldn't see the invisible sword qi stabbed in the air, he could still sense an irresistible energy rushing towards the door, and subconsciously put his two swords horizontally in front of him to resist.

only heard a soft sound, and the Shura knife in her hand was directly cut off, her hands were trembling with shock, and the whole person fell backwards uncontrollably.

Yang Guo wanted to stop Qin Hongmian when she made a move, but suddenly saw a young man in tattered clothes, but who could not hide his extravagance, stopped in front of him, guessed the identity of the other party in his heart, and couldn't help but stop and watch.

He wanted to see if Duan Yu, who had lost the Northern Spiritual Skill, had another adventure, if the other party was still unable to fight back when he was in danger, Yang Guo had his own way to save the other party.

He said that he would spare the lives of Li Qingluo and the others, so naturally he would not let Qin Hongmian kill them.

But seeing that Duan Yu suddenly used an invisible sword qi to come out, interrupting Qin Hongmian's double swords, Yang Guo was also taken aback, and never expected it.

And judging from the power of this sword qi issued by the other party, Duan Yu's internal strength may not be as profound as himself and Shi Potian, but it is definitely above Murong Fu, it may be on par with Gu Mozhi, or it may be higher or lower.

As for what kind of realm he has reached, he still needs to try it himself.

It's just that what puzzled Yang Guo was where the other party learned this internal strength.

Seeing that Qin Hongmian was shocked by the opponent's sword qi and was unstable on his feet, Yang Guo raised his left palm and held the opponent's back firmly with the dragon grabbing skill.

Qin Hongmian took two steps back, and then he stood still, and then turned to look at Yang Guo, and didn't say anything grateful, just glared at Li Qingluo viciously, as if he didn't kill the other party, he swore not to give up.

Gu Mozhi on the side and Murong Fu, who fell to the ground, saw Duan Yu, a stupid boy, suddenly showing his might, one surprised, the other worried, and seemed to have their own thoughts.

Gu Mozhi stepped forward quickly, with the intention of encouraging Yang Guo to make a move against Duan Yu.

"Yang Jushi, do you know what kind of magic skills this Duan donor has just performed?"

Yang Guo sneered in his heart, and said in a light tone: "Dali Duan's six-vein divine sword?" That's amazing! ”

Gu Mo Zhi was slightly surprised, and continued: "Yang Jushi's eyes are like torches, and it is the six-vein divine sword of the Dali Duan clan. What the little monk wants to say is that today, the only person who can make this six-vein divine sword is the Duan Yu Duan donor in front of him! ”

"The little monk saw that Yang Jushi's swordsmanship was superb, and he was only one step away from the realm of 'no tricks to win with moves' in swordsmanship, according to the little monk's humble opinion, if Yang Jushi could learn the six-vein divine sword of Dali Duan's, he would be able to go directly to the realm of 'no tricks to win with moves' in swordsmanship, and even reach the extreme realm in swordsmanship."

Yang Guo was secretly funny, but he didn't expect Gu Mozhi to actually hit the abacus on himself.

Seeing that Yang Guo didn't seem to be useful, Gu Mozhi's expression was slightly unnatural, and he quickly thought about countermeasures in his mind.

"It seems that the swordsmanship of the six-vein divine sword, the dignified Dali Duan clan, no one can learn it, it can be seen that this superb swordsmanship is not unique to the Dali Duan clan, or they may get it by chance, according to the little monk's opinion, even if this Duan Yu benefactor barely learns it, it is just a good façade, slapping a swollen face and becoming fat!"

"With his understanding, he can't give full play to the true power of the six-vein divine sword, thinking about it today, only a young chivalrous man with extraordinary swordsmanship like Yang Jushi can get a glimpse of the true meaning of this swordsmanship, if Yang Jushi is interested, the little monk is willing to do it on his behalf, discuss with Duan Yu's benefactor, let him not hesitate to pass on the family inheritance, and take out this six-vein divine sword to share with the layman!"

Yang Guo originally thought that Gu Mozhi wanted to learn the Six-Vein Divine Sword by himself, but who expected that he was planning to hand over the Six-Vein Divine Sword to himself, so it seems that he wanted to get any benefits from himself?

This monk is also cunning, obviously he has the ability to never forget, but he still has to pretend to be righteous and awe-inspiring, and completely considers himself, can he really think of himself as a three-year-old child?

However, when I saw it, the six-vein divine sword that Duan Yu had cast was indeed very powerful, and if he could learn this sword technique, it would be a good thing.

So after pretending to ponder and consider, he said: "Since the master has this intention, then Yang is disrespectful!" ”

Seeing that Yang Guo was deceived, Gu Mozhi thought that you could be strong in martial arts, but it was just a mere teenager who was determined for a moment and got carried away, how could he know the wisdom of his own teacher.

"Yang Jushi is polite, the little monk is also not used to seeing the people of the Duan clan in Dali tyrannical destruction of heavenly things!"

Or you have to say it's Ash!

In terms of brazenness, you call it the first, and I, Yang Guo, only dare to be second.

Although Yang Guo is not ashamed of his personality, if the other party can really get the cultivation method of the Six Veins Divine Sword, he is still very interested in doing this business with the other party.

23shu8*com