Chaos Chapter Ninety-Eight Let's go first

The fighting on the thatched hut side had also stopped, and almost all of the disciples in the Thief Qian and the other Organ City were covered in color, but most of them were slightly injured. Moreover, none of the twenty-nine of them could break through the overlord sword dragon tooth in Qi Xiaomei's hand, and even used the sword formation of their organ city, but they also couldn't break through.

One person fights twenty-nine people, if this is spread, it will definitely be enough for those spitting stars to boast for a while, but the price of such deeds is also very great.

Just look, Qi Xiaomei seems to be even worse at the moment, not only is he hanging colors, but even the clothes he is wearing are tattered, extremely embarrassed, his body is shaking as if he is about to fall, and he slammed the big knife into the ground to maintain his balance.

Thief Qian adjusted his breath and looked at Qi Xiaomei, "Senior Qi, now you are at the end of the crossbow, if you don't get out of the way, you will die here today." ā€

"Dead here?" Qi Xiaomei sneered, "Before this, I was already a dead man, and death is nothing to fear for me, but the only thing I didn't expect was that my dragon teeth couldn't stop you for an hour, and it seems that I can only use that trick." ā€

After saying that, he pulled out the knife that had been inserted into the ground again, and at that moment, his body suddenly became an inch taller, and the muscles on his body suddenly swelled, not like he was seriously injured before, but became stronger.

A disciple of Organ City asked Xiang Thief Qian, "Senior brother, what kind of martial arts is this!" I couldn't move just now, but I suddenly became a dragon and a tiger, as if I ....."

Thief Qian's expression became serious, "This is the rejuvenation skill, no matter how many injuries you have, you can recover and improve your strength in an instant, but the side effects are also huge, and no one will want to use it until the moment of life and death." ā€

"Then he's..."

"He's going to fight to the death." Thief Qian said this sentence repeatedly.

And at this moment, a person suddenly walked out of the thatched hut over there, no matter how fierce the fight was outside, that person didn't come out of the thatched hut, but it seemed that she felt something, she finally walked out, she looked at Qi Xiaomei here, but she couldn't cry at a glance.

Qi Xiaomei looked at the person under the thatched house, and shouted: "Shuzhu, live well, and do a good job of the things that Xiao Gongzi handed over to us!" I'll go first. ā€

It's just that at this moment, a voice suddenly came from the west, and Qi Xiaomei's heroic body instantly poured a bucket of cold water, "Take a step first, take a step first, isn't it okay to live well?" ā€

Qi Xiaomei and Thief Qian turned back sharply.

But I saw three figures floating in the north, one wearing a white cloak, extremely chic, a black-haired royal spear, with an outstanding demeanor, and one in gray clothes holding a fan, with a graceful demeanor, the light skills of the three people were excellent, and soon floated into the field and landed in the middle of the two parties.

As soon as the man in the white cloak landed on the ground, he glanced around, but did not find the figure he wanted to see, and sighed, "It seems that we are late." ā€

After all, they were old acquaintances, Qi Xiaomei recognized these three people at a glance, but Thief Qian didn't seem to know them, and asked, "I don't know who the three are..."

The man in the white cloak glanced at him and said, "You don't know me?" Who are you a disciple of the Mojia Organ City? ā€

"Under the throne of Mo Yu, the giant of the Mojia Organ City, the eldest disciple steals Qian." Thief Qian replied, his tone very respectful.

"Moyu's disciple!" The man in the white cloak looked at the thief, "You look exactly like your master, what kind of master taught what kind of apprentice, you don't know me, but you know the sword in my hand?" ā€

After speaking, the man in the white cloak stretched out the long sword in his hand and shook it casually.

"That's—" Thief Qian looked up, but saw that it was a light blue sword with a faint chill coming out of the blade, and he recognized the sword.

Ranked fourth in the world's famous sword spectrum, Yi Shui Han.

So the man in the white cloak is .....

Thief Qian hurriedly surrendered his hand again, "See Mu Jianxian's seniors!" ā€

The white-cloaked man was the Lord of the Heavenly Eye and the Big Eye, who was ranked among the Seven Great Sword Immortals, and as for the two behind him, they were the Demon Sect elders who were walking with him, Qi Lianmo and Mu Yuxuan.

It's just that at this moment, Qi Lianmo's eyes were full of murderous aura Looking at Qi Xiaomei here, he suddenly spoke, "Young Sect Master, I didn't kill you?" ā€

"Yes!" Qi Xiao replied with heavy eyebrows, as if he was not afraid of that person.

Qi Lianmo frowned, and snorted coldly, "Why didn't the young sect master kill you, back then, you betrayed Beili, colluded with Western Chu, and pushed Beili to ruin, and more importantly, you killed the young sect master's father, and even the entire Xiao royal family, so hated the young sect master so much that he didn't kill you?" ā€

"The young sect master doesn't kill me now, it's because there is something important for me to do." Qi Xiao frowned.

"Something important?" Mu Yuxuan hesitated, "What's important?" ā€

Qi Xiaomei didn't answer, just said, "Don't worry!" After I finish the things that the young sect master explained, I will understand all this by then, go to the eldest brother to apologize, and the young sect master will go to the west. ā€

"Okay, then I'll wait!" After speaking, Qi Lianmo took the lead in sweeping towards the west, and Mu Yuxuan didn't say anything, just glanced at Qi Xiaomei, and followed one by one.

And when the white-cloaked man saw this, he was about to follow, but Thief Qian suddenly stopped him, "Sword Immortal senior? ā€

The white-cloaked man turned his head and frowned slightly, "You haven't taken anyone with you yet?" What else? ā€

"The juniors want to leave too!" Thief Qian stood up and smiled bitterly, "But there is a junior junior brother who chased after him and has not returned yet, so the junior wants to go with the sword immortal senior and bring my little junior brother back!" ā€

"Is that the kid who inherited the Thousand Machines Sword?" The white cloak tilted his head slightly, and his tone was very casual.

Thief Qian was slightly stunned, but still nodded, "It's the junior junior brother!" ā€

"Oh!" The man in the white cloak let out an eyelid "oh", but he stopped talking, and one got up and jumped towards the west, but soon another voice was heard, "Then come along!" ā€

"Thank you Sword Immortal senior!" Thief Qian bowed to Murong Zhi, who had already drifted into the distance, and then did not stay longer, and chased after him with the rest of the disciples of the Organ City.

Looking at the backs of everyone in the distance, Qi Xiaomei finally exhaled a long breath, but at that moment, the strength of his body also plummeted, and he collapsed to the ground in an instant, turning back into the person who was seriously injured and dying.

And Yin Luozhu, who was under the thatched house, hurriedly jumped here a few times, picked up Qi Xiaomei on the ground and sat down and began to heal his injuries, Qi Xiaomei's face finally eased.

But at this time, a group of people and horses in the distance rushed towards this side, led by a cold handsome man in black, they were moving fast, but they suddenly stopped in front of the thatched hut courtyard, and the cold handsome man glanced at the three thatched houses, "That's right, it should be here, let's go in." ā€

"Yes, big brother." The rest of the people answered, and then jumped off their horses to follow the cold handsome man they called the senior brother into the small courtyard.

But suddenly, a weak voice came, "You are... A disciple of Tianyan? ā€

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to find that there were two people sitting in an inconspicuous place not far away, and there was a mess around, as if there had been a fight not long ago. They immediately became vigilant, but Ling Jun's face was indifferent, waving his hand to signal them not to act rashly, and then took a step forward, "It's cold in the lower summer, I don't know who the two are, and why are they here?" ā€

Qi Xiaomei didn't rush to reply to him, but looked the cold man up and down, "Wen Han? I've heard of your name, the eldest disciple of Tianyan's generation. Who are we, you ask? I am the owner of these three thatched huts. ā€

"It turns out that the two are Qi Xiaomei and Yin Shuzhu, two seniors, and they were really disrespectful just now." Wen Han gave a salute, originally he planned to return to Tianyan with the fairy in red, but he was worried that the task of escorting Xiao Gongzi was not completed this time, and he would not be able to explain to the master after he returned, so he took someone to follow the news provided by Tianyan and chased him all the way.

Qi Xiaomei nodded, "Boy Wen, I probably guessed the purpose of your coming here, but I can only tell you that you are late?" ā€

"Senior, then Xiao Gongzi has already come to you?" Wen Han hurriedly asked.

"Yes!" Qi Xiaomei nodded again, "Now that he has walked towards the north with the two companions he brought, Murong Zhi and the people from the Mo family have already chased after him. ā€

"Master? Mojia Organ City? Wen Han muttered thoughtfully, no wonder there were traces of a fight here.

"Wen boy, hurry up and take someone to chase after you!" Qi Xiaomei sighed.

"Thank you, senior!" Wen Han thanked him, and hurriedly jumped on his horse and led everyone away.

There were two people left in the field again, and after a while, Qi Xiaomei suddenly said, "Shuzhu, I'm almost recovered, Xiao Yan is still alone in the house, let's go back quickly!" ā€

"Hmm!" Yin Shuzhu took his palm and nodded, raised Qi Xiao's eyebrows and walked towards the thatched house.