Yunshui Stream, above the Nine Heavens Waterfall, suddenly there was a rumbling sound, the pupils of Zangjing hidden in the dark shrank, and he flew in the air, and after flying to a safe place, he stared at the peak, frowned, and said with a cold face: "Gao Sha, what are you doing?" With such a big movement, something will happen sooner or later. ”

Zangjing's eyes flickered, when he and Gao Sha chose who to suppress the realm and enter the mountain, he played a little trick and won Gao Sha, but at the same time, he also gave the greatest credit for this mission to Gao Sha, but Zangjing has always acted insidiously and cunning, and the person who killed the granddaughter of the Great Confucian with his own hands will definitely be retaliated by madness.

After all, the granddaughter of Da Ru can rest assured that she can come out to test alone, how can she not have a few life-saving hole cards.

Now looking at the avalanche stretching on the mountain, Zangjing vaguely feels bad.

He had already retreated in his heart.

It's dangerous to stay here.

Just as he turned around, his pupils suddenly contracted violently.

Not far away, an old man with a thin face with a negative sword appeared at some point, looking at him with a pair of calm eyes.

Zang Jing just glanced at the other party, and he felt that something was wrong, how could there be such a master in Qingyun Gate, although the other party should be in the Hedao realm, but the sword on his back gave him a strong sense of oppression.

Sword Cultivation.

This is a pure sword cultivator!

Much more powerful than the Gosha.

Zangjing has already judged.

The hand hidden in the sleeve secretly pinched the trick, and it was about to use a secret technique to escape.

At this time, Yu Qingshan said unhurriedly: "You just have to escape, I only have one sword." ”

Zang Jing was stunned for a moment, and said in shock: "You are Yu Qingshan, who cultivates the one-word sword technique of Qingyun Sect, you are not dead?" ”

The wind blew across Yu Qingshan's face, and said lightly: "This is not surprising, it turns out that when Xianhuzhou tried the sword that year, your Blood Demon Sect had already calculated on the head of Qingyunmen, in this case, you should die even more." ”

When Zang Jing heard this, he hugged his fists and said: "What you said, I don't know, I'm not a member of the Blood Demon Sect anymore, I'm just passing by." ”

Yu Qingshan didn't listen to the explanation, just slowly raised his hand and touched the hilt of the sword behind him.

Zang Jing's eyes flashed, and in his fist-clasped hands, blood suddenly flew out, and in an instant, it shrouded in a radius of several miles, not only that, but where he was standing, he had already laid down exquisite enchantments and formations, and the blood was like a knife, turning into thousands of skeletons holding knives, and the cold and rotting corpse qi were mixed, and those skeleton soldiers rushed towards Yu Qingshan.

Zangjing's body was suddenly shortened, the ground was covered with blood-colored mud, and his body disappeared into the soil.

Right now.

Yu Qingshan's sword was unsheathed.

The sword in his hand stabbed forward, and thousands of skeleton swords and soldiers condensed by blood and qi all turned into nothingness under this sword, and the blood-colored mist was swept away by the sword qi and became clear, and the terrifying sword qi seemed to rain thousands of swords from the sky, and they fell to the ground one after another.

In the red mud, a pool of blood stains gradually poured out, accompanied by the screams of Zangjing.

Yu Qingshan withdrew his sword, looked at the mountains that had been changed by avalanches in the distance, frowned, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Gu, you have all your skills, and you don't pass them on to your son, but now you let me save him, if he dies, don't you feel sorry?" Or do you think that the friendship in a few wines back then can surpass the friendship of the same family? Well, I always have to go this way. ”

After Yu Qingshan finished speaking, he directly used his finger as a sword, and pierced himself with a sword under his ribs, his aura quickly withered, and he fell into two great realms, and went up Qingping Mountain step by step with the sword on his back.

It's just that he hasn't yet gone to the hiding place of Yu Sheng and Mo Wanyun, and from the sky of Qingyunmen, there is suddenly an incomparably holy aura that turns into a book of saints, and the book is like a thousand mysterious words in the sky, tearing open a hole alive and landing on the mountainside of Qingping Mountain.

A moment later, it was Mo Fanchen who came with a book.

He stood with his hands on his shoulders, his clothes fluttering, and he only raised his hands slightly, and the 10,000-year-old ice and snow between the mountains that changed the terrain were like the scorching sun scorching the earth, and they melted away in an instant.

"Whoever dares to calculate my Mo Fanchen's granddaughter is the enemy of the entire Holy Courtyard!"

Mo Fanchen has always been an elegant scholar, but at this moment, his voice was like thunder, the sky was full of dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and the entire Qingping Mountain was shaking.

"Senpai."

Yu Qingshan didn't dare to take another step, and sweat was dripping from his forehead.

Fortunately, at this time, in that holy light, Mo Wanyun's figure appeared, she stepped on a paper kite, and under the backdrop of the light of Haoran, she flew up in the air and flew towards Qingyunmen, coming and going quickly.

Seeing this, Yu Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief.

But his eyes soon showed a touch of melancholy.

He stood there and muttered, "Dead? ”

Yu Qingshan turned around a little gloomy.

He had just walked for a while when he heard footsteps behind him.

"Elder Yu."

It was Gu Yusheng's voice, Yu Qingshan stopped, and looked back at the young man who had been directing in the martial arts arena for more than half a year ago.

"In the past six months or so, you have grown a lot taller, what about the other enemy?"

"Dead."

Gu Yusheng replied calmly, his gaze moved to the cold valley, his expression darkened, and he walked over silently, in a few days, that tomb was already like an ice sculpture, connected with the mountain range.

Yu Qingshan has been waiting in place.

It wasn't until Gu Yusheng came over alone after bowing that he spoke: "It's Ling Xiaofeng's tower-guarding disciple, right?" ”

Gu Yusheng said seriously: "His name is Fang Jin, he is my senior brother, and he blocked the enemy's five swords." ”

"Amazing guy."

Yu Qingshan has always said little, but he does not hesitate to praise at this moment.

He looked at the young man behind him and said curiously, "Uncle Liu taught you swordsmanship?" ”

Gu Yusheng shook his head.

Yu Qingshan was even more curious about the teenager.

"Why don't you learn? Uncle Liu's kendo attainments, above me, I don't teach you, I hope someone will teach you, it's a pity. ”

Gu Yusheng was silent.

I don't feel sorry in my heart.

But after all, Yu Qingshan has the grace of half-day guidance for him, and it is not good to speak against him.

"Forget it, it's also excellent to be alive, the experience is over, after returning to the sect, you have to live even better, you must know that once a person dies, either there is only a cold grave left, or only a lonely sword remains."

After Yu Qingshan finished speaking, he didn't take Gu Yusheng with him, and the sword rose and drifted away.

Gu Yusheng was descending the mountain alone, he walked and walked, and stopped in front of the pool of blood-stained red mud.

Suddenly, he pulled out the wooden sword at his waist and stabbed it at the red clay.

Coo-coo.

Bubbles bubble up in the red mud.

After a while, those red mud gradually transformed into entities, and the extremely weak Zang Jing stared at Gu Yusheng with a furious face, and laughed strangely.

"Boy, how do you know I'm not dead?"

Gu Yusheng didn't answer, he clenched the wooden sword in his hand, and his figure turned into a dragon, swishing through Zangjing's body and stopping behind him.

Only then did Gu Yusheng withdraw the wooden sword and said, "I have seen your cunning, so I want to confirm that I sleep more peacefully than if you died at the hands of others or under my sword." ”

"Poof!"

Zangjing, who originally had only one breath left, his eyes widened, he looked down at the sword in front of him, and exclaimed, "Gao Sha died in your hands?" ”

Gu Yusheng turned around, cautiously approached Zangjing step by step, and said, "Tell me, who sent you to kill Miss Mo?" ”

"Miss Mo?"

When Zang Jing heard Gu Yusheng's words, his body suddenly twitched violently, and he looked up and laughed.

"With the wooden sword in your hand, you want to protect a person who is already in heaven? Can it be done? ”

Whoa!

Gu Yusheng's wooden sword once again stabbed into Zangjing's abdomen and pressed against it hard.

Gu Yusheng's expression was so calm.

Zangjing's eyes widened again, originally, he still had a chance to escape, but he didn't expect that the young man in front of him was thoughtful, far beyond his peers, and the timing of his shot was ruthless.

"The old man underestimated you, it turns out that the three Qingyunmen disciples in front of Qingsonggang were actually killed by you!" Zang Jing smiled fiercely, suddenly stretched out his thin hand, grabbed Gu Yusheng's sword hilt, and his body once again turned into wisps of blood, wanting to escape.

But Gu Yusheng smiled mysteriously, and his voice sounded in the blood: "Do you know that in Qingping Mountain, there is a terrifying thousand-year-old peach demon? ”

Zang Jing was puzzled, but in the next moment, the blood qi that he had already dispersed using secret techniques seemed to be swallowed by a strange force, and in an instant, his vitality was passing rapidly, as if it had been taken away by some mysterious force.

In his horrified gaze, he vaguely saw that the wooden sword in the young man's hand was greedily absorbing the remnants of his life force.

"Qingping Peach Demon ......"

Zangjing's voice murmured, and the aura finally dissipated, leaving only a body of clothes falling to the ground, and a ring emitting a faint light.

Gu Yusheng lowered his head, picked up the ring, exhaled lightly, pinched the ring in the palm of his hand, and said to himself: "This is what I deserve." ”