Seeing that the middle-aged monk did not intend to let himself go, the bright eyes of the female disciple of the Chessboard Sect were full of despair, and she shouted for help.

The middle-aged monk grinned and said, "Even if you cut your throat, no one will answer you!"

The middle-aged monk approached step by step, looking at the lamb waiting to be slaughtered in front of him, and the lustful meaning in his eyes became stronger.

Jiang Ze, who was hiding in the rear, was in a dilemma, should he save it or not?

That middle-aged cultivator had reached the third level of the Dou Realm, and his strength was firmly beyond him by a big realm, even though he was seriously injured, Jiang Ze was not sure at all.

And he had nothing to do with the nun and couldn't take any risks for her.

Jiang Ze thought of this, and immediately turned around and left.

The middle-aged monk forced the female disciple of the Chessboard Sect into a corner and reached out to pull the mask on her face, and the female disciple hurriedly pushed his hand away.

The middle-aged monk's face turned cold, and he slapped the female disciple in the face!

Half of the female disciple's face instantly swollen to the old high, and tears continued to overflow from her frightened eyes, and she refused to give in when she retreated.

"Don't make Ye angry anymore, if it swells like this, it will ruin the master's interest..."The middle-aged monk's eyes were full of pity.

The middle-aged monk continued to bewitch: "Don't be afraid, little lady, as long as you serve the master well, as soon as the master is happy, he will let you live!"

With that, he continued to stretch out his hand to the female disciple's face.

Perhaps out of fear of the middle-aged monk, or perhaps moved by these words, the female disciple of the Chessboard Sect did not resist anymore, and let him remove the illusion mask on his face.

Under the mask was a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a beautiful and dusty face, her eyes seemed to contain autumn water, but her face was swollen and tall.

The middle-aged monk's eyes were instantly attracted by this beautiful face, and after a long time, he shook his head and sighed: "Tsk, it's a pity, if Fang Cai is obedient, he won't hurt this delicate little face~~"

The middle-aged monk threw the illusion mask over, his eyes glowing green like a jackal, and reached out to pull at the female disciple's robe.

Several black and white stones shot out from the female disciple's arms, instantly locking onto the middle-aged monk's body.

The middle-aged monk's face sank, and the sword behind his back was sacrificed.

I only heard a series of clinking and clinking stones, and several stones were shot aside!

The middle-aged monk glanced at the stones that had fallen to the ground.

I saw that these stones were flat, convex in the middle, smooth as jade, black and white, and the size was very uniform.

"Hmph, I've been guarding against you for a long time, if I don't plan to be a docile little lamb, I don't mind taking advantage of the heat!" The middle-aged monk stared at the female disciple of the Chessboard Sect with a cold face.

"Although Ye is missing an arm, he doesn't need both hands to control the magic weapon!"

The female disciple turned a deaf ear, if she allowed such a thief to insult, it would be better to die in battle!

Under the control of the female disciple, the stones flew up one after another, suspended in mid-air, and turned into afterimages and attacked the middle-aged monk from all directions.

The middle-aged monk pinched the trick with one hand, controlling the long sword to continuously bombard the incoming stones, and the long sword danced impenetrable, and the field was full of anger.

The sound of clanging is endless, and these stones are unscathed under the chopping of the magic weapon, which must be a rare magic weapon.

The middle-aged monk was worried that the sound of the fight would attract other monks, and if he could only choose one between the magic weapon and the beautiful woman, he would naturally choose the magic weapon!

The middle-aged monk lost his patience and no longer made reservations, and suddenly burst out with true qi all over his body!

Suddenly, the qi emitted from the sword instantly skyrocketed, and the middle-aged monk swung away all the stones with a sword, and the magic weapon sword went straight to the female disciple's face!

The stone controlled by the female disciple didn't have time to defend it, so she could only watch as the long sword that revealed the sharp sword gang got closer and closer.

Just as she was desperate, a rusty sword shot out of the forest!

The blade pierced the air, swept in with a powerful sword pressure, and the leaves and grass parted in its path.

This sudden sword shocked the middle-aged monk's heart, and he hurriedly recalled the long sword to return to defense.

Only a dinging sound was heard, and the rusty sword was blocked, constantly flying in the air.

The middle-aged monk only took a step back, and seeing that his strength was so weak, the horror in his heart suddenly eased a lot.

Swinging a fist in the air and striking at the female disciple's dantian, she couldn't condense her true qi and avoid being taken advantage of by her to escape.

At this moment, a figure sprang out of the dense forest, stretched out his hand to recall the rusty sword that had been knocked away, circled around a few times, and then gathered momentum to attack the middle-aged monk again.

The figure shouted angrily: "Wind! Gang! Suddenly!"

A little cold light arrived first, and then the sword shadow followed.

Not surprisingly, the sword was once again easily blocked by the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk looked coldly at this soldier who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and sneered: "If you want a hero to save the beauty, you don't want to look at your own strength?!"

Two successive raids were fruitless, and the person who came did not show a trace of timidity, but raised his sword and pointed at the middle-aged monk obliquely, and shouted domineeringly: "This girl, my senior brother Ling Xuan wants it!"

The person who came was Jiang Ze, who had already run a long way, but he didn't know where to go, so he had to turn around and turn back, and happened to bump into the scene of the middle-aged monk attacking and killing the female disciple.

"Ling Xu?!" The middle-aged monk shook violently, and lost his mind in an instant.

Could it be the Sword Sect Ling Xu, who is known as the strongest Holy Son?!

The middle-aged monk hurriedly hugged his sword and solemnly bowed his hand to Jiang Ze, and asked, "The Ling Xuan in the mouth of the Daoist friend is not a member of the Sword Sect?"

"Ahem...!" Jiang Ze coughed lightly twice, and hurriedly excused himself: "How could it be?!You are slandering the Holy Son of the Sword Sect! The Holy Son of the Sword Sect is frank, how could he do such a thing!"

The middle-aged monk sneered: "Daoyou Fangcai's move is the sword sect's famous move, although he is shallow, he is not ignorant!"

An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Ze's mouth, he had not learned this Sword Sect move, but he had seen Xu Xun when he was on Earth, and he deliberately imitated it.

Jiang Ze pretended to be ashamed and said: "Since I have been recognized, I will not beat around the bush, this girl was booked by Senior Brother Ling Xu on the Penglai Lou boat, can you let Daoyou let me?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk sneered in his heart, what if he was the junior disciple of the strongest Holy Son?! Now that the Holy Son-level figures have all descended to the fourth layer, just these two Soldier Realm cultivators, as long as they are killed and erased their traces!

At that time, I will have two magic weapons for nothing and escape, the Xuandao Continent is so vast, what can I do?!

As soon as I thought of it, the killing intent was rampant!

Seeing his sudden surging killing intent, Jiang Ze was shocked in his heart, and said unhurriedly: "If Daoist friends feel that they have lost money, you can wait here for half an hour, and Senior Brother Ling Xuan will come immediately." ”

Jiang Ze generously promised: "At that time, as long as the senior brother has fun, the benefits of Taoist friends will naturally be indispensable!"

The middle-aged monk was suddenly startled, gradually reined in his killing intent, and asked calmly, "Didn't all the Holy Sons go to the lower level?"

Jiang Ze hurriedly explained: "An amazing ancient stone palace has been discovered on the third floor, and Senior Brother Ling Xu is just about to step into the fourth floor, when a disciple in the door reports the news, and he is currently rushing over there, and he will pass by here to receive this girl in half an hour." ”

The middle-aged monk thought in his heart, he had been hidden in the forest before, and he had indeed heard many monks passing by mention the three-story Ancient Stone Palace, could it be that what this Sword Sect disciple said was true?

I can't tell if this person is real or not, but if it's true...

He can't afford to gamble, even if he wins, if he loses, he even loses his life!

The middle-aged monk's face changed dramatically, and he finally gritted his teeth and made a decision.

"Since it was Ling Xu's Daoist friend who took a fancy to it first, he naturally didn't dare to trespass, and asked Daoist friends to say a few good words for Ling Xu's holy son in front of him. The middle-aged monk arched his hand and said.

Jiang Ze returned the salute and replied: "That's natural, I will tell Senior Brother about the elegance of Daoyou, and I will treat Senior Brother Ling Xu as if I inherited the favor of Daoyou." ”

"I still have important things to do below, so I can't accompany you!" the middle-aged monk said in a deep voice.

Seeing that this person was full of confidence and did not seem to be cheating, although the middle-aged monk was unwilling, but out of fear of Ling Xu, he had to wave his hand to collect the magic gem on the ground and turn away.

Jiang Ze pretended to stay: "Fellow Daoist, let's stay..."

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk's body shook suddenly, and his feet were a little faster, and after stepping out of Baizhang, he stepped on the flying sword under his feet and fled.

Seeing the middle-aged monk leaving, Jiang Ze secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his back was already soaked in cold sweat, and he walked quickly towards the female disciple who was paralyzed on the ground.

The female disciple saw everything that had just happened.

When that Sword Sect disciple first came, she thought she had met a savior, and hope ignited in her eyes again.

What she never expected was that the people of the Sword Sect were so shameless, not only treating her as an item for themselves, but also threatening to give herself to Ling Xu.

That Ling Xuan looks handsome and handsome, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he still calls his senior brother a brother and brother on the ship, just like a decent gentleman, but he didn't expect to secretly instruct his minions to attack him, he is really a dirty person!

The female disciples of the Chessboard Sect were so hated that their silver teeth creaked, and their pale little faces turned red from anger.

Seeing that she couldn't move, Jiang Ze had to lean down and hold her on his shoulder.

The female disciple screamed hysterically, "What the strongest holy son, but a hypocrite!

While screaming, he angrily beat Jiang Ze with his pink fist.

Although the true qi was sealed, the strength was very violent, and Jiang Ze almost stumbled to the ground.

"I also think Ling Xuan is a hypocrite!" Jiang Ze had to take over.

The female disciple was stunned, isn't he Ling Xu's person?

Seeing that the female disciple was silent, Jiang Ze was worried that the middle-aged monk was still hiding nearby, so he immediately twisted it on her soft waist and urged, "Keep calling!"

The female disciple only felt a pain in her waist, and her face instantly turned red, and she went crazy again.

Jiang Ze hurriedly sacrificed the refraction light, and flew some distance in the opposite direction of the middle-aged monk with her trembling and leisurely.

On the refraction, Jiang Ze asked, "Will it be a turtle breath technique?!"

The female disciple was stunned and nodded reflexively.

After barely flying a short distance, Jiang Ze reminded her: "Turtle Breath Technique!"

With that, the two of them plunged headlong into the calm river.

At the bottom of the river more than ten zhang deep, Jiang Ze used refraction as a pen to draw two second-order concealment formations one after another.

There was still a little uneasiness in his heart, and Jiang Ze was satisfied with the ten second-order concealment formations again.

Putting down the female disciple on her shoulder, Jiang Ze made a silent gesture to her, and the two of them stared at each other with big eyes at the bottom of the river.