The corners of Duan Wuzhi's mouth showed a hint of imperceptible sneer, playing sneak attack with himself, and the surname Fang was still tender.

Suddenly, Duan Wujian opened his eyes and injected internal qi into the scimitar, and the scimitar immediately flew up, killing Li Qingxiao with a killing momentum that destroyed the world and the earth.

In the face of this sudden blow, Li Qingxiao, who was not well prepared, could only resist hard, and a pile of talismans flew out. Suddenly, the hall was filled with flames and smoke.

Duan Wujian also scolded secretly: This little beast really likes to play yin.

The scimitar was running rapidly, and the knife could no longer resist it, and it was soon knocked to the ground, Li Qingxiao didn't have time to retreat, and punched out ——— Taiji Shadowless Fist.

"Puff ......" a few times, the scimitar brought up pieces of blood mist, and stabbed towards the door of the hall, only to hear a loud "boom", the two doors of the hall have been broken!

At this time, the smoke had already dissipated, and Duan Wujian secretly hated in his heart: this damn smoke made him unable to see the situation clearly, so he could only control the scimitar to keep moving forward, but he didn't expect to destroy the door of the hall.

If he could see it clearly, he controlled the scimitar and turned around, and Li Qingxiao's head had already landed.

The people who were hiding in the corner of the hall saw that the door of the hall had been destroyed, and they rushed out, and they did not want to stay here for a moment.

Li Qingxiao was secretly glad that he had drawn a few more fireworks talismans, otherwise he really didn't know what the result would be now, as for these injuries on his fist, he didn't put it on his body at all.

After the scimitar destroyed the hall door, Duan Wublade quickly summoned it. However, when passing by the knife, the scimitar seemed to be out of his control, and it spun rapidly above the knife, reluctant to leave for a long time.

Duan Wudao also wondered in his heart, could it be that there was any treasure in this knife? Otherwise, how could a rare treasure like a scimitar be nostalgic for a knife?

Hmph, killed the surname Li, the knife, it's his own.

Li Qingxiao sat in a corner of the hall, too late to pick up the magic weapons scattered on the ground.

His true qi slowly flowed. He thought that Duan Wublade's internal qi consumption must be very large this time, and naturally he also saw Duan Wublade meditating, but this time, he didn't dare to bet again.

Of course, the moment the scimitar spun above the knife, it naturally couldn't escape his eyes. He wondered, what makes the cutlass like this? After thinking about it, I couldn't think of a reason, so I simply stopped thinking about it.

In the spacious hall, there were only two people, him and Duan Wuji, and the rest ran out or became dead.

He didn't expect that the internal qi of the innate master was no worse than his own Jindan cultivation, and the degree of vigor was even stronger than his own. The difference between the innate and the heavenly level is definitely not the same level of cultivation, and the difference is so big.

Duan Wujian meditated quietly, as if he was the only one between heaven and earth.

Now, after the previous toss, his internal qi is much worse than before, and he urgently needs to regulate his breath and stabilize his dantian. He was not worried about Li Qingxiao's sneak attack, there was a scimitar, and any sneak attack could only be counter-attacked by himself.

He didn't expect that under the operation of internal qi, the scimitar did not consume internal qi in the process of killing the enemy, and what really consumed internal qi was the direction of controlling the scimitar.

Despite his innate cultivation, it is still unnatural to control, and sometimes he can't control it.

He kept thinking about how to kill Li Qingxiao as soon as possible, otherwise the further he went, the more obvious his disadvantage would be.

So he hurriedly swallowed a few pills, and without waiting for his true qi to fully recover, he forcibly activated his internal qi, and the scimitar rose in the air again, stabbing at Li Qingxiao with a majestic murderous aura.

Li Qingxiao's true qi had recovered most of it at this time, but his right hand was seriously injured and he could no longer move normally.

Li Qingxiao turned his true qi, jumped up, picked up the knife on the ground with his left hand, held it in his hand, and stabbed at Duan Wuzhi. Duan Wujian was shocked, and struck out with a palm, and the Dao Dao palm print forced Li Qingxiao to retreat a few meters away.

Li Qingxiao spat out a mouthful of blood, and thought to himself that the innate master really has some background. However, no matter how rich he is, at this moment, he must also die!

Li Qingxiao sat cross-legged, his true qi running slowly, and the spells in his mouth were repeated.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, with a whirring sound, and arcs of thunder, with lightning, split into the air.

Under the control of Li Qingxiao's true qi, he came directly to the top of Duan Wudao's head.

Duan Wujian was horrified in his heart, his expression was panicked, he was terrified, his eyes were wide, his mouth was open, and before he could make a sound, he only heard a "boom", Duan Wujian had already disappeared!

Li Qingxiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the ground, and the scimitar also landed together.

He sat cross-legged and quietly operated his true qi, allowing it to flow between the meridians of his body, and some small barriers rushed through. Some large barriers are not so easy and need to be reconstructed by repeated impacts.

Li Qingxiao obviously felt that after fighting against the innate master this time, his strength was really not very strong, if he didn't have a few magic weapons left by his master, how could he kill Duan Wuji?

The people who ran out of the hall hid in a corner of the main hall, and when they saw the lightning arc flashing, they were all terrified.

After a loud "boom", everything fell silent in the hall.

These various sects that had been hiding, including those from the Jing Sect, had already come out.

They cautiously stretched their necks, their eyes probing around, and finally landed at the door of the hall, where they only found Li Qingxiao meditating, while Duan Wujian did not know where to go.

Some sharp-eyed people had already found the scimitar lying on the ground, and it was obvious that Duan Wublade was more than lucky. But they did not dare to say anything, but stood quietly and looked around.

They tried to run out of the main hall, but the door of the main hall was locked from the outside, and no matter how high they cultivated, they could not open the door made of gold.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the golden door of the main hall "creaked" and was opened.

There was a group of people, about a dozen, led by a middle-aged man, dressed in a black robe, with a long sword in his hand, exuding a murderous aura all over his body.

He was followed by more than a dozen martial artists, dressed differently, and from the pace of walking, it could be seen that their cultivation was not low, at least the cultivation of ground-level martial artists.

Wu Hui was neither a member of the Four Elephants Great Array, nor a member of the encirclement and suppression operation, so he was outside the hall from the beginning.

But he didn't want to leave, he wanted to see the competition of high-level martial artists, even if it was the sect's Four Elephants Great Array, he had never seen it, and he naturally wouldn't let go of such an opportunity to watch the battle at close range. But as soon as he came out, the door to the hall was shut.

But he was not discouraged and continued to wait here, until he heard a loud bang, the door of the hall was destroyed, and everyone ran out in a panic, and he realized that it was also risky to watch the battle.

Especially when he saw that his unattainable senior brothers had only one arm left, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

Now, when he saw the people walking in outside the door, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

He thought that no matter how powerful Li Qingxiao was, now was the end of the crossbow, and his strength had been exhausted. As long as he can go in and kill him at this time, then his status in Jingyi will definitely improve a lot in the future.

When the rest of the Jing disciples were frightened, he walked out, trotted towards the middle-aged man who was taking the lead, and respectfully clasped his fists and said:

"Elder Zhao, the murderous demon surnamed Fang is already at the end of the crossbow, and I also ask Elder Zhao to avenge the disciples of the Jing Sect, wash away the shame of the past, and Wu Hui, the deacon of the Xia Jing Sect, is willing to serve the dogs and horses."

When Elder Zhao heard this, his heart immediately felt extremely comfortable.

This team of people was led by him to transport gold to the mines, and because it was related to the foundation of the Jing Sect, it had always been a heaven-level martial artist who led a group of earth-level martial artists to go.

This time, because three heaven-level martial artists died, and one Cheng Yunchuan was still busy encircling and suppressing Li Qingxiao, he really couldn't find a candidate, so he was selected from the ground-level martial artists.

His cultivation is already in the late stage of a ground-level martial artist, completely close to a heaven-level martial artist, after transporting the gold, he came back to restore his life, but he didn't expect to catch up with such a one.

Could it be that Duan Wujian and Cheng Yunchuan are dead? If it's true, then wouldn't the master of Jingyi's door be none other than Zhao Yi?

Well, so far, his cultivation is the highest, and he is Duan Wudao's righteous brother, so I'm afraid that no one will support him? Isn't this time that this junior named Wu Hui is very discerning, well, it is worthy of praise.

Thinking like this, I couldn't say that, I just heard Zhao Yi say sadly: "Deacon Wu, do you mean that my eldest brother and Elder Cheng were killed?" ”

Without waiting for Wu Hui to answer, a Xuan-level martial artist in the crowd said: "Elder Cheng has died, and the master of the door is also very lucky, and now there is only the big devil surnamed Fang in the hall." ”

Zhao Yi got the answer he wanted, and he was very happy in his heart, but his face was solemn, and he said sadly:

"Big brother, Elder Cheng, I, Zhao Yi, will definitely find justice for you and avenge your hatred."

After a pause, he looked at the group of Jing Sect disciples who only had one arm left, and thought of Duan Wujian and Cheng Yunchuan's cultivation, and the joy in his heart suddenly diluted a little.

Just as he was hesitating, Wu Hui said again: "Elder Zhao, at present, only your cultivation is the highest in my Jing Sect, please be sure to make decisions for us." ”

As soon as Zhao Yi heard this, the hesitation in his heart was suddenly swept away, and he turned his head and said to more than a dozen prefecture-level martial artists:

"My Jingyi family suffered this catastrophe because of a person, we all know this person, he is the murderer Li Qingxiao."

"Now this thief is in the hall, as a ground-level martial artist of Jingyimen, it is our duty to kill this thief."

As he spoke, he led more than a dozen prefecture-level martial artists to rush into the hall, and among the people outside the hall, only Wu Hui followed.