Qi Qingsong has always been lazy.

Jiang Li survived, not because he couldn't do it, but because he didn't think it was interesting.

He and Jiang Li have no personal hatred, and they don't care too much about the life or death of this kind of character, if it weren't for the fact that there was an eyeless guy in Jiang Li's team who provoked him, he wouldn't have bothered to attack Hongshan.

"Don't remember?"

Zhou Qingchen grinned, murderously carrying the cold iron long knife, and took out the heart goggles.

Luo Hongyan, who had been silent, saw Dong Tianxue turn sideways, and the man named Qi Qingsong stood up, and she saw at a glance that on the chest of the person's blue clothes, there was a pavilion shaped like a sword.

The pavilion hangs in the air, like a nine-section sword with a sharp edge facing downward, each section is a floor.

The pavilion shaped like a nine-section sword, like a piercing pupil, seemed to shoot out from that pavilion.

"Zhou Qingchen, in my opinion, forget it."

Luo Hongyan, who didn't pay much attention to him, finally understood why Jiang Li refused to let Zhou Qingchen take revenge, and frowned and persuaded: "The other party is from the Sword Tower of the Second Realm. ”

"Sword, Sword Tower!"

Han Duping's mouth trembled, and he held down Zhou Qingchen as soon as he could, and hurriedly said, "Don't be impulsive, Zhou boy!" There are many sects in the second realm, but the Sword Tower is the top one, and we can't afford to provoke the Sword Tower! ”

"Sword Tower!"

Zhou Qingchen, whose blood was about to rush to his brain, stared at Qi Qingsong, who was dressed in blue and stood up on a high platform, with red pupils.

He also saw the nine-section sword-like pavilion sign on the man's chest.

Zhou Qingchen had been to the Red Mountain of the Third Realm, and he had heard of the Sword Tower of the Second Realm from some people in the Red Mountain.

He naturally knew what the Sword Tower meant, but when he thought that half of his beloved had half of his arm cut off, and the other party didn't even remember who Jiang Li was, it was difficult for him to control himself.

"Don't, please don't fight for me!"

Jiang Li pressed his other hand, shook his head incessantly, and almost cried and said, "I just lost half of my arm, and I'm still alive now." ”

"Please don't risk your life because of me, I'm not worth it."

"In the future, I mean in the future, if you still like me, I can accompany you for a while. I know, I can't accompany you to the end, but I'm willing to go a little bit. ”

Jiang Li still cried, she knew it with affection, and wanted to persuade Zhou Qingchen to calm down.

"If you don't fight, forget it."

Qi Qingsong, who was loose by nature, got up and prepared to fight, but found that the provocateur was held down by the two, and suddenly felt bored.

He didn't suffer any losses, since Zhou Qingchen didn't come to provoke him, he didn't bother to care about anything.

"Pang Jian, if you change it, it's your ......"

Zhou Qingchen, who was held down by the two, thought that he was his beloved enemy on one side and the sword tower towering above on the other, and he also had a trace of hesitation in his heart, so he wanted to ask Pang Jian's opinion.

"What about Pang Jianren?"

Turning his head, he found that there were only Han Duping, Luo Hongyan, Su Meng and Jiang Li beside him.

Pang Jian was nowhere to be found.

"Oops!"

The next moment, he and Luo Hongyan and Han Du were in unison.

For some reason, none of the three of them suspected Pang Jian, and they would escape under the pressure of the Sword Tower, and they all firmly believed that Pang Jian was bound to come!

"Pang Jian!"

When the eyes of almost everyone present were attracted by this hustle and bustle, they all looked at the movements of Zhou Qingchen and others.

There is only one person, from beginning to end, who has been paying attention to Pang Jian's every move.

He is Dong Tianxue!

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, bared his teeth and looked at Qi Qingsong in the Sword Tower, and said, "No." ”

"What counts?"

Qi Qingsong was surprised.

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly saw a blazing fire, like a meteor rising against the sky, shooting out suddenly from under the high platform where he was standing!

Standing alone on the high platform, Qi Qingsong, who was still looking at Dong Tianxue just now, couldn't help but look down in surprise, and saw a spear wrapped in flames stabbing at the ground!

"Pulse Realm."

Qi Qingsong frowned.

In the flash of lightning, he saw the realm of the spear-wielding boy at a glance, so he put his two fingers together as a sword, stood on the high platform and pointed at the tip of the spear.

The awe-inspiring sword intent that could cut through the air burst out from the tips of his two fingers, accompanied by dazzling light and stabbed towards the spear.

Dong Tianxue let out a strange cry of "hey", and his eyes were full of schadenfreude.

"Snort!"

The fierce sword intent from Qi Qingsong's finger sword first cut the flames above the spear, and then shattered the crimson flame power and Qingying spiritual power, and finally his finger pointed at the tip of the spear.

An unreasonable terrifying force suddenly erupted from the spear with dragon patterns!

When the flames subsided and the flame and spiritual power were exhausted, the spear was still stubbornly piercing the sky in the young man's hand!

also stabbed at Qi Qingsong's finger sword that he turned into with two fingers!

"Poof!"

Qi Qingsong, who was a light enemy, had blood flowing from his two fingers, and his two fingers were pierced by the terrifying force that did not belong to the Tongmai realm.

Qi Qingsong took a breath of cool air, shook his fingers, and threw out a stream of red blood.

"Pang Jian!"

Zhou Qingchen was shocked, and he used his strength to shake Jiang Li and Han Duping away, and he couldn't care about the identity of Qi Qingsong's disciple of the Sword Tower.

From the heart guard on his chest, seven pillars of crimson light burst out one after another, heading straight for Qi Qingsong on the high platform.

Zhou Qingchen, who was holding a knife, stomped his feet into the sky and slashed towards Qi Qingsong behind the seven pillars of light.

Qi Qingsong, who had misestimated Pang Jian's combat strength, was still grinning in pain, and when he saw the pillars of light coming, his other hand casually pointed at those attacking pillars of crimson light.

A spirit sword appeared in his sleeve.

A faint white sword light flashed, and the pillar of Dao light that shot out from Zhou Qingchen's heart guard mirror was instantly wiped out by the sword light.

He had already underestimated the combat power of the spear-wielding boy, and this time he didn't dare to hold it up, and after a sword shattered the pillar of light, another sword stabbed at Zhou Qingchen who came with a knife.

"Whew!"

The second white sword light struck.

Zhou Qingchen, who was in mid-air, was still very far away from the high platform at the moment, and he had not yet been able to fly to the pool.

After the white sword light attacked, his whole body and the cold iron long knife were thrown far away.

"Boom!"

He landed beside Jiang Li and Han Duping, and the blood flowed from his hands holding the knife, and he was injured in the blink of an eye.

"I'm hurt."

Qi Qingsong, who took out his habitual spirit sword and knocked Zhou Qingchen away with two swords, first looked at his blood-stained fingers, and then looked down at the young man who had failed to assassinate and had fallen back under the high platform.

"Dong boy, do you recognize him?"

Qi Qingsong did not get angry, but looked at Pang Jian curiously, but asked the gloating Dong Tianxue in his mouth.

"Yes."

Dong Tianxue restrained his crazy laughter, and on another high platform, he looked at the spear-wielding young man who had pierced him through a few holes, and said, "His name is Pang Jian, and like me, he also comes from the lower realm that you look down on. ”

"Are the people of the Nether so bloody, so fierce and not afraid of death?"

Qi Qingsong shook his head strangely.

A cultivator from the mere Pulse Realm, or a cultivator from the Fourth Realm, who dared to assassinate him one level higher?

Don't know how dead words are written?

"Whew!"

Another faint white sword light was stabbed out by him with a spirit sword, stabbing towards the top of Pang Jian's head below.

As soon as Pang Jian looked up, he saw that in his line of sight, hundreds of dazzling sword lights pierced his eyes, enveloping every inch of his surroundings.

Under these sword lights, he seemed to have nowhere to run but to passively accept the arrival of death.

However, feelings are only feelings after all, and the sword intent that Qi Qingsong attached to this sword, although it has the miraculous effect of breaking people's wills, it cannot work for everyone.

For example, Pang Jian.

For a moment, he ignored the feeling of certain death, and relied on his tenacious willpower to break free from the "cage" in the sword light and retreat.

"Woohoo!"

The sword that was supposed to pierce him from head to toe only left a shallow blood mark on the left side of his body, and the blood mark was not caused by the sword light.

It was the sharp sword intent that Qi Qingsong gave to that sword.

"Sword Tower!"

Pang Jian, who avoided a sword, felt the tingling pain in one side of his muscle, and looked at Qi Qingsong standing on a high platform in the crowd.

He clearly realized that there was indeed a huge gap between him and this so-called upper realm powerhouse.

Whether it is the utensils, the cultivation method, or the cultivation realm at the moment, he is a lot worse than the other party.

If it weren't for his sudden attack, and the other party was a little bigger, he wouldn't have been able to prick the other party's fingers.

"Are you also avenging the woman?"

Qi Qingsong asked curiously.

As a disciple of the Sword Tower, as long as the clothes he wears have the symbol of the Sword Tower, those cultivators in Bagua City will avoid him like snakes and scorpions.

A young man from the Nether Realm Pulse Realm dared to take the opportunity to attack him, which made Qi Qingsong feel incomprehensible.

"It's not."

In the face of his inquiry, Pang Jian shook his head, but did not give a specific reason.

"He killed you for me!"

Zhou Qingchen, who had a wisp of blood at the corner of his mouth, got up from the ground and shouted at Qi Qingsong.

"Brotherly love?" Qi Qingsong was dumbfounded, shook his head, and commented disdainfully: "It's really ridiculous." ”

"Don't even make any noise."

On another high platform, the woman, who had always closed her eyes, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the pool, and said impatiently: "The mirror tunnel has been completed, and it is time to leave as soon as possible." ”

Her words seemed to have a magical power, and all the noise in the venue suddenly stopped because of this.

Everyone present seemed to be willing to listen to her instructions and do what she meant.

She was wearing a bright yellow dress, her appearance looked ordinary, but her eyes gave people a sense of fluctuation, and she didn't know where she was looking.

On her long dress, embroidered with words like flowers, those colorful words filled her skirt robe.

And all the words, in fact, are the same, they are all a "magic" word.

At a glance, a lot of "magic" characters bloomed on her long skirt like flowers.

"Demon Sect!"

Looking at the "magic" characters of different colors and even sizes, everyone's eyes showed jealousy.

……