Li Siqing was originally supporting behind Master Kuzen, but at this time, he saw that Xu Huaigu was already in danger of life and death, so he frowned and thought about it left and right.

The Kuzen master was already running out of oil and running out, and he couldn't last long, and as soon as the golden light dispersed, the ghost escaped from the main hall, and none of the monks in the temple were opponents.

This situation is already a sure defeat, he might as well come to save Xu Huaigu, if he succeeds, at least he can save one person's life.

Then take Xu Huaigu and the three of them to quickly escape from this place as soon as possible, one can save their lives, and the other can win Zuoqiu's favor, which is much better than dying here.

However, he still didn't dare to be careless, although Mo Rao Ren had lost his aura after the two battles at this time, but he was better than himself, he knew that he was not an opponent, so he could only find an opportunity to escape, which was already the best result of the current situation.

As for the matter of the ghost king of Lichuan Mountain, it can only come to Japan for a long time. It's just a pity that so many monks have reversed the situation that was supposed to win because of the betrayal of Mo Rao.

This traitor, Li Siqing has already remembered him fiercely in his heart, if he has the opportunity in the future, he will definitely take revenge.

After thinking about this, he decisively abandoned the side of the Kuzen master, and came to the Mo Rao people with his sword. Xu Huaigu saw that Li Siqing had just left Kuzen, and the golden light of the Zen staff weakened again, and it suddenly shattered like a mirror under the impact of the black fog, and the monstrous black fog had already been suppressed by the golden light.

The sky was once again darkened, and the sound of ghost trumpets sounded again. The Kuzen master had no choice but to take a step back, set up his Zen staff again, and turned into a small cloud of golden light, enveloping himself and the two remaining Five Realm monks behind him, so as not to be invaded by the black mist, as for the rest of this Taoist temple, he couldn't care about it anymore.

The black mist washed down, like a black inkstone that had been spilled, and the thick ink spread out. And with the black fog came an eerie aura that made people's hairs stand on end, accompanied by a miserable hissing in the ears, this Taoist temple seemed to have fallen into the underworld.

Under the black mist, several low-level monks who were close to each other were soon swept into it, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

Looking at this scene, Si Shenxuan finally couldn't bear it, and instead of using the heart lake to transmit the sound, he directly shouted loudly: "What are you waiting for? If you don't make a move, do you want us all to die here! The rest of the monks didn't understand the meaning of his words, and stared blankly at the thick black mist beyond the golden light, as if trying to find out who Si Shenxuan was talking to.

And just as the black mist swept in, Li Siqing was also about to engage with Mo Rao Ren in a short fight, and finally a long-awaited pitch-black sword qi rose from the ground from a side room, with a sharp aura like a needle point, and slashed towards Mo Rao Ren with a sword.

The speed of this sword qi was extremely fast, and it didn't wait for the black-robed Taoist priest to react at all, and then directly met it.

He was immediately struck away by this sword qi and threw himself into a side room, smashing most of the side houses, and the dust was flying, at least he was seriously injured.

Li Siqing looked at the sword qi in front of him with a dumbfounded gaze, and hurriedly looked back to see where the sword qi came from, but saw a familiar woman in white holding a black long sword, standing calmly against the monstrous ghost mist.

The ghostly mist was like a raging sea in front of her, but she stood quietly in front of the waves, letting the strong wind blow through the corners of her clothes and hair, straightening her waist and holding the sword in her hand.

Li Siqing's pupils shrank, and he looked over there. This scene has the charm of a sword fairy. Without saying a word, she jumped up and swung a few swords at the black mist, and suddenly the sword intent that was abundant around her quickly gathered, turning into several jet-black sword qi that broke through the air, dispersing the black mist in front of her.

After a few sharp swords, after forcing the black fog back a few steps, Zuoqiu Xun jumped and stood beside Si Shenxuan, facing the black fog that temporarily retreated to the front of the main hall, and pointed the tip of the long sword in his hand towards the black mist, and then another sword.

The black mist whimpered, and then regrouped, slowly converging the female ghost's form. The female ghost glanced at Zuo Qiu Xun with some jealousy, but her eyes were full of unwillingness, and her face was quite hideous.

She muttered secretly, "What a powerful sword." Zuo Qiu Xun ignored her, and waved the long sword in his hand, still wanting to make a sword.

The female ghost suddenly shouted, "Wait, I have something to say." Zuoqiu didn't stop looking for the sword, but he still slashed at the woman.

The female ghost snorted coldly and dodged the sword. Zuo Qiu Xun said coldly: "I can't stop cultivating the sword, I can't stop." If you want to say anything, say it now. The female ghost said angrily: "This Taoist friend's temper is really not small, and he really deserves to be the iron-bellied sword cultivator." I have one thing I want to ask you, why do you want to meddle in this matter when it's not your business? Zuo Qiu Xun sneered and said, "It's none of my business? You can say that, too. How many of them are my friends, and if you want to kill them, why is it none of my business? The female ghost knew that she was very important, and without thinking about it, she immediately said: "Since this is the case, then I won't kill them, can you leave?" Zuoqiu Xun paused for a moment, and then said, "The people here are all my friends. The female ghost's face trembled slightly, and her color was cold, but after hesitating for a while, she still agreed: "It's okay, I can ignore the fact that they went up the mountain to kill many ghost things for me today." As long as they leave now, I will let them go down the mountain safely. Zuoqiu found interest, raised his eyebrows and said, "Then I still have the souls of my friends with you, you give them back to me." The female ghost's face was cold, she hesitated for a long time, and said, "Okay, it's okay." I didn't use those things, but some useless men below me caught them, and I gave them back to you. Zuo Qiuxun stretched out a hand and said, "Then you can bring it now." The female ghost shook her head and said, "I can't give it to you now, when you leave Lichuan Mountain, I will naturally hand over all the things to you." It's just that you have to promise me that from now on, you won't care about Li Chuanshan. Zuo Qiuxun raised his shuriken and said provocatively: "That's not good, if you don't give it to me now, the things will naturally come to me after I kill you." It's better for me to get my hands on it now than to get it after a while. The female ghost was a little joking, and laughed and said: "If you open your mouth, you can't kill me, are you so sure that you can kill me?" One realm lower than me, although he has a handful of immortal soldiers in his hand, he can only be on par with me, and he can't kill me. If it goes on like this, it's not good for us. Zuo Qiuxun said seriously: "But I don't think so. The female ghost squinted her eyes and said defiantly: "The little girl's temper is really bad, you are like this, can you get married?" Zuo Qiu Xun said softly: "Some people die, and the idea is gone." The female ghost sighed twice and said: "The female sword cultivator who is trapped by love is rare and rare, and I have met all the immortals in Lichuan Mountain today, but it is really lively." Zuo Qiuxun was silent for a while, and said calmly: "What you can talk about is also over, and if you can't talk about the rest, you will fight?" The female ghost looked up to the sky and laughed and said, "Interesting! Come, fight! After that, his figure flashed, and it was like a wisp of green smoke, and he quickly attacked Zuoqiu.

Zuoqiu Xun picked up the black ghost with a sword, and then jumped lightly with his body, and easily jumped onto the eaves of the main hall.

She let go of the phoenix feather sword in her hand, and the black long sword was like a herring fish in water, swimming quickly in the air, and entangled with the black shadow like smoke.

A black shadow, a black sword, entangled with each other. The female ghost has been trying to find a way to get close to Zuoqiu Xun, but her body speed is far inferior to Zuoqiu Xun's flying sword, and every time she tries to approach, she is accurately blocked by the flying sword and returns.

repeatedly attacked, but was blocked again and again, and the situation was somewhat deadlocked. The female ghost was amazed by the precise control of the flying sword by this female sword cultivator.

Unexpectedly, she was only a sword cultivator in her early twenties, putting aside the exaggerated cultivation of the Six Realms at her age, this fit with the flying sword was like the two of them were one.

Where her mind was, the flying swords immediately followed. It is because of this ingenious means that every time she strikes the sword, it is just right, not more than a little force, but no less than the slightest.

Si Shenxuan was hurrying to recover from his injuries and the loss of too much aura at this time, but he couldn't help but be curious, looking up at the fight between the flying sword and the female ghost in the air, secretly speculating about Zuoqiu Xun's current strength.

And Li Siqing was even more stunned at this time, looking incredulously at the innocent and lovely young woman who had been in front of him at this time, standing on the corner of the eaves, manipulating the flying sword to kill the enemy.

And the mighty sword intent of the flying sword and the flowing swordsmanship, no one on the spot knew more than him, a sword cultivator.

In the past, he had seen the elders in Qingfeng Valley demonstrate the skills of flying swords, and although he felt extraordinary in his heart, those flying swords were far inferior to Zuoqiu Xun's sword.

This flying sword has actually been refined very thoroughly by Zuoqiu Xun a long time ago, and she was originally born with a sword fetus, and her control of sword intent and swordsmanship is much higher than that of ordinary people.

At this time, he is even more at the ghost thing, and there is a sense of righteousness in the world, and that spontaneous aura is also one of the reasons why the flying sword is so smooth.

The female ghost swooped in again, and the flying sword flew from the other side. With a sword down, the female ghost had to avoid its edge, so she could only take a step back.

Only this time, the female ghost separated a stream of black qi from her hand, brushed it from the side of the sword qi, and in an instant, it turned into five black shuttles, and attacked Zuoqiu Xun quickly.

Zuo Qiu Xun calmly pulled out the white ribbon that was bound to her wrist at this time, and the white long sword appeared in her hand.

The white long sword was cold and sassy, and she held a few sword flowers in her hand, and used her skill, and with the trick of four or two thousand catties, the five insidious black shuttles were derailed in turn, and fell on the eaves of the main hall, easily piercing the beams and entering the gorgeous mural in the main hall.

Zuo Qiu Xun frowned, very unhappy that the mural was damaged, so he looked at the female ghost coldly. The female ghost also sneered and replied to her: "After saying that, you and I can't help each other, it's better to follow my previous agreement, you can go yours, why waste time here." Zuo Qiu Xun said: "I also think, don't waste time." The female ghost smiled at the corner of her mouth and said, "Then let's stop here?" Zuo Qiu Xun also smiled and replied, "No, I will kill you instead." The female ghost's face turned dark suddenly, and she sneered and said, "Don't be ashamed!" If it weren't for the fact that I had something important to do, where would I say a word to you, an arrogant junior! It seems that we will not be good in our affairs today, so we will continue to fight and see who will do good! Zuoqiu Xun held a white long sword, jumped up from the corner of the eaves, and slashed diagonally at the female ghost.

At this moment, the phoenix feather flying sword also flashed away, coming towards the female ghost. The female ghost looked at the two swords coldly, and was about to find a chance to dodge, but saw that Zuoqiu Xun had a flying sword drilled out between his eyebrows, stabbing him directly.

The female ghost was frightened, not knowing where the third flying sword came from. But what surprised her even more was that the flying sword that came out of her eyebrows had not even reached her, and it had turned into dozens of dense small swords halfway through, attacking them all together, sealing the surrounding places that could escape.

Suddenly, all around her was full of flying swords, and there was no way to retreat. She suddenly panicked, and the flying swords were getting closer and closer, and she had no way to retreat, so she could only resist these flying swords head-on.

With a wave of the female ghost's sleeves, her figure turned into a cloud of ghost mist again, avoiding the Feng Yu Sword and the white sword in Zuoqiu Xun's hand, finding a place where there were fewer small flying swords, and rushing out.

The little flying sword is the heart lake flying sword of Zuoqiu Xun, which is naturally extraordinary, when the female ghost drilled out of the flying sword sword array, she only felt that her body was pierced by many sharp swords, and she was not lightly injured.

She knew that the origin of this sword cultivator woman was by no means simple, and as soon as this third flying sword came out, she was by no means an opponent.

The female ghost seems to be at the end of her rope, but in fact, she has one last way out. It's just that this retreat is too costly.

If she did, her decades-long plans would be ruined. She was unwilling, but it was useless to be unwilling at this time, and the situation forced her to do so.

She turned her head to look at the flying sword that was about to attack behind her, and as soon as her heart was crossed, she turned into black smoke and quickly headed towards the main hall.

After entering the main hall, her speed was still unabated, and she bumped into the Yellow Dragon mural head-on, but the strange thing was that the moment she got in, her figure disappeared.

The murals hanging high in the main hall of the Yellow Dragon Temple are still auspicious, the Yellow Dragon is lifelike, and the green pearl in the mouth is shining, as if nothing has happened.