Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng is surrounded by everyone at the moment. It's hard to escape at the moment. The four of them joined forces to attack. Although the rivers and lakes are in danger at the moment. But the complexion is impermanent. It's also admirable.

He and Xiao Qingchen are facing each other. The sword is high. Xiao Qingchen didn't dare to hard-connect. Under the light effort. It's swept aside. And Liuyu Mo Wu and Shu Tiange came from behind. A man came from the left. Two-sided strike.

Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng's footsteps turned slightly. The figure swirled. Blood sword in hand. Throw out. This flick. The blood-colored true qi is majestic, and the purple sword of the flowing ink dance from the east of the sword. Then he threw his robe in his left hand. It's like a flick of your sleeves and anger. True anger is stirring in the sleeve. More sinister. The sleeve passed away, and the sleeve was brushed on Shu Tiange's fire phoenix halberd.

Shu Tiange was repelled by Bai Xiaosheng's move. Numbness in both arms. True Qi Protector. Retreat again and again. The halberd in his hand swung out eighteen halberd shadows one after another. Block the rest of the true energy.

Shu Tiange's figure fell into the dust. Glide backwards. The fire phoenix halberd is collected. Negative behind. His eyes were cold. Footsteps slightly. At the moment she was actually watching the battle.

Xiao Fengwu and Jianghu Baixiao stiffly took a palm. The two of them were shocked and retreated. XIAO Fengwu. Tread lightly. For a while, he was not in a hurry to attack the rivers and lakes Bai Xiaosheng.

At this moment, Bai Xiaosheng of the rivers and lakes was already trembling with Liuyu Mo Wu. The two of them are swordsmanship. Sword Qi is vertical and horizontal. There is a sword aura that splashes the sky.

The blood-colored true qi around Bai Xiaosheng in the rivers and lakes is in stark contrast to the purple qi flowing from the east. The two of them are on this wild Gobi beach. A big war arose.

The identities of the two were originally discussed. Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng is the biological father of Liuyu Mowu. But he was bent on snatching that trace of extreme yin qi from Liuyu Mo Wu. Use it to complete the final level of your own blood refining Dafa. Who knew that the talent of this Liuyu ink dance was really beyond his biological father's expectations. In his early twenties, he was already entering the fourth realm, and heaven and man were one. Become the first female sword immortal in these hundreds of years. Its sword path is not inferior to the white-clothed sword saint Jiang Qiansong.

Now the ink dance is also not missing the love of father and daughter. The two are only related by blood. Ever since Liuyu Mowu's mother somehow had an accident on the day Liuyu Mowu was born. The two of them should be strangers. Even so. Jiang Qiansong didn't expect that the two of them would be separated from each other today.

Liuyu Mo Wu's eyes are cold. Sword moves move to kill intent. wants to put the rivers and lakes Baixiao to death. Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng is also merciless. The eyes are already red.

After the loss of the purple sword. Tread lightly. It looks ethereal. But it's the speed of wind and thunder. Suddenly, he arrived in front of Bai Xiaosheng in the rivers and lakes. Purple Sword after the negative. Impressively a circle. From the bottom to the top, he turned back to the rivers and lakes Bai Xiaosheng.

Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng did not move. At the moment when the purple sword was about to touch itself. The body moves instantly. The body swirled. A sword slashed back towards the right arm of the flowing ink dance.

A flash of sword flashed in Liuyu Mo Wu's eyes. The hand holding the sword loosened. The purple sword spun in an instant. The sword light is overflowing. Choked. stopped the blood sword of Bai Xiaosheng in the rivers and lakes.

Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng turned his wrist. Blood sword once. Sticking to Bai Xiaosheng's arm in the rivers and lakes. Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng has his right hand into a palm. One step. A palm lightly struck on the body of the purple sword. Immediately, the palm method changed again, and it was a flick of fingering. Bounce on the body of the purple sword.

The flow of ink dance can see the speed of the rivers and lakes. Flick a flick on top of your own sword. The sword qi of his own sword has been scattered several times. A twist of the wrist. The sword wind is deflected. The middle finger is raised slightly. Bounce on the body of the purple sword. Suddenly, the purple sword body groaned. There are thousands of swords. The sword trembled. Even Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng wanted to play the third finger. It's already impossible to get started.

The sword shadow Daodao rushed towards the door of Bai Xiaosheng in the rivers and lakes. Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng did not dare to despise it. A twist of the wrist. The bloody sword attached to his right arm whirled. Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng blood sword in hand. Footsteps. Step back. A stroke of the blood sword. The sword curtain came out. Block the purple sword of the flowing ink dance.

The moment when he blocked the purple sword of the flowing ink. Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng frowned for a moment. The moment of true vigor. A steady stream of protection.

Liuyu ink dance purple kendo dao sword shadow. It turned out that there was only one who was empty. In the midst of thousands of sword shadows. Only the sword in the middle is the real sword. When the sword stabbed. Thousands of sword shadows simply converged towards that sword. Between heaven and earth, there is only the sword that stabs straight through the ink dance.

Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng danced a blood sword with one hand. The blade of the sword is raised horizontally. The blood is flying. He was already cut off by the sword qi of the flowing ink dance and left the rivers and lakes Bai Xiaosheng. Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng did not dare to slack off at this moment. Left hand cocked orchid finger. Pinch the tip of the sword. Block in front of the chest.

There was no loud bump. There was only the hum of the sword bending. The visible blood sword in the hands of Bai Xiaosheng in the rivers and lakes flowed and the purple sword of the ink dance was bent. The two of them have true qi and sword qi opposite. One red and one purple. It's good-looking. A pair of two. It is the wind that spreads the yellow sand. The heavens and the earth are yellow and misty.

The two of them didn't seem to have much power in this move. But at this moment, the two of them are really fighting for their internal strength.

These few tricks that the two of them have made. That Xiao Fengwu was killed. Ethereal. It's hard to fathom. Even the purple butterfly is gone.

Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng didn't dare to be distracted. Although I can hear the vigor behind me. But don't dare to dodge easily.

Just there, Xiao Fengwu killed with one palm. Suddenly a hole exploded in the ground. A figure popped out of it. The man had a sword in one hand. Feet on the clouds. Standing in front of Xiao Fengwu.

But Xiao Fengwu's body is so fast. There is almost no one in the world to stop. The man held the sword in one hand and wanted to untie Xiao Fengwu's palm. But the sword qi has not yet been released. When the true qi has not yet protected the body. Xiao Fengwu slapped the man's chest. Suddenly, the man's sternum collapsed. White bones spur out of the chest. Black blood spurted out of his mouth. Mixed with internal organs. was knocked down by Xiao Fengwu with a palm to the land of yellow sand.

Xiao Qingchen looked at the appearance of the man. It turned out that it was the rain in the eastern city that had been discarded by himself.

Dongcheng caught Xiao Fengwu's full palm in the rain. That's the power to resist. Dongcheng fell to the ground in the rain. Eyes are glazed. Try your best to look in the direction of the battle between Bai Xiaosheng and Liuyu Mowu. With blood foaming in his mouth, he spit out and said, "Division. Master. Run. Run."

In the end, I couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. It's a death of rage.

Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng saw that scene in his eyes. Shouted angrily. True Qi runs wildly. Shake the ink dance away with a palm. Light work. Jump to the side of the rain in the east city. Looking at the rain in Dongcheng, which was already dead of anger. Silent. It's just that the eyes are blurry. There was a terrible hissing sound coming from his mouth.

Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng hugged Dongcheng in the rain. Looking at Dongcheng in the rain, he said softly, "Child. You go with peace of mind. I'm here to avenge you."

No one expected such a scene. Unexpectedly, Bai Xiaosheng actually accepted an apprentice. It still seems that there is still a deep master-apprentice relationship.

The rain in Dongcheng is the spring of the drizzle when Bai Xiaosheng of the rivers and lakes is sending away the flowing ink dance. In the east city of Suzhou, I met this baby who had been abandoned under the eaves of the house.

Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng stood under the rain eaves. After half ringing. Then he picked up the baby. Named Dongcheng in the rain. The two have lived for so long. It has long been divided into a deep love between master and apprentice. It's the father-son relationship.

Blood drips down the yellow sand. In an instant, it was dyed red. The red robe of Bai Xiaosheng in the rivers and lakes is the blood red. He has no more concerns in this world. He has long been lonely.