"Let's go first."

Ding Eryi knew that it was not good for them to fight hard, so he held his chest and coughed unbearably, and pushed Ding Wuyi.

"You know the way, take them away, we'll cut off."

Lu Yun and the others said that they could take out the pill, and as long as they left here alive, their eldest brother would still be saved.

At this moment, he was more willing to gamble on these sect disciples he had just met than those who believed in the Qiao Gang.

"Go, where?"

A wild roar rang out in the air.

Someone came from afar and appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Middle-aged, very clean on the outside, plain robe, looking like an elegant and handsome scholar from the outside.

But who would have thought that this person was the famous Qiao gang leader.

"Ding Er, it's better to stay."

Qiao Gang Leader was very satisfied with the way he appeared, and swept Ding Er's jealous and hateful appearance, he clapped his hands, and someone brought someone over from behind.

It was a woman, with messy hair, a pale complexion, and a black underbelly of her eyes.

And this person is Ding Jia Ding Si.

Ding Si is a bright girl, and after falling into the hands of these people, it didn't take long for her to become the tortured person she is now.

After a few glances, Ding Er's heart ached like a pinprick.

"Second brother, don't worry about me."

Ding Si needed to be supported to stand firm, but how could those people be gentle and disgusted her, so they grabbed her collar and hair and forced her to look up.

As soon as the words came out, Ding San almost didn't control himself and rushed out.

Her sister has a good voice and sings like a lark.

But now, Ding Si's throat is as rough as gravel, which is not caused by not drinking water, but because his throat is damaged by external forces.

"You brutes, damn it!"

Ding San cursed, his eyes red with anger, and he was pulled by Ding Er.

"You don't know how our Qiao Gang treats the enemy, and we have given you a choice, haven't we?"

"Speaking of which, if it weren't for the face of your Ding family, Ding Si would not be as intact as he is now."

Boss Qiao was unimpressed by Ding San's hatred.

In his eyes, Ding San is nothing.

He walked over to Ding Si's side, pinched her chin, and turned to look at Ding Er.

"Say, how do you choose."

"Or do you need me to help you."

His hand strength is very strong, and after a while, it will leave a bruise on Ding Si's chin, and if he is a little harder, he can pinch the bone and crush it.

Boss Joe's threat is serious.

Anger sprinted in his chest, Ding Er's eyes were red, and he could hear the squeezing sound of his teeth clenching.

He clenched his fists, hatred roaring in his eyes, but he knew he couldn't lose his cool.

"Let's go!"

He stood at the front of the team, said a word to Ding Wu and the others, and then without communicating with anyone, he killed Boss Qiao.

His idea was very simple, dragging Boss Qiao, the most threatening, would allow the rest of the people to find a chance to leave.

The idea is good.

Not to mention that Ding Er is already injured now, even in the provincial period, Ding Er is not Boss Qiao's opponent.

"Oh, don't do it yourself!"

Boss Qiao seems to have been prepared for Ding Er's choice.

The backhand turned into a claw and grabbed directly at Ding Er's throat, that claw was as fast as lightning, and Zong Hongfei could only barely catch the opponent's movements.

Boss Joe's strength is above him.

But Zong Hongfei was not afraid.

After seeing that Ding Er was almost crushed by Boss Qiao's throat, he went up with his sword.

"Huh, sword cultivation?"

For this stranger, Boss Joe showed a little interest.

At the same time, Ding Wu pulled Miao Ruolong and the others to turn around and wanted to run, he couldn't live up to the opportunity that his brother had created for them.

Pull, pull!

didn't pull it, Miao Ruolong's body seemed to be nailed to the spot, not moving at all.

He hurriedly turned around and urged in a low voice: "Let's go, I'll take you away." ”

In all kinds of anxiety, Miao Ruolong's calm and calm eyes were opposite, and those eyes really didn't look like they were afraid of Boss Qiao and the others.

Ding Wuyi was stunned, thinking of something dead, and looked at the rest of the people, only to find that the rest of them were all looking at Lu Yun and Meng Lin.

"You ......"

He wanted to ask something, but saw Miao Ruolong smile and smile.

"Don't worry, they are here, don't be afraid, no one can touch you."

This bold remark was quite loud, and it naturally reached the ears of Boss Qiao.

"I can't move you, hehe, just rely on this little sword cultivation?"

Boss Qiao's palm collided with Zong Hongfei's sword, and the sound of the impact was not like flesh and blood, as if it was made of steel.

Zong Hongfei's eyes were solemn.

His sword moves are still changing, but against Boss Qiao, he always feels that he is easily handled by the other party.

The other party even deliberately played with himself to make it clear to him that he was powerless.

"Stinky boy, your sword, practice for a few more years before going down the mountain, but I don't know if you still have this chance."

Boss Joe's smile was wild.

He pinched Zong Hongfei's sword with two fingers, and he was about to crush the sword.

If the natal sword is broken, it will affect the owner.

Zong Hongfei could feel that his soul was in pain, he gritted his teeth, refused to retreat, and wanted to resist stubbornly.

Blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and just as Zong Hongfei's sword was about to shatter, he saw that Boss Qiao in front of him seemed to see something terrible, and suddenly let go of him and quickly retreated.

There was a popping sound in the eardrums, and smoke and dust were everywhere in front of him.

He stood firm, and the black receded from front of him, only to realize that he had a sword in front of him, a long sword that was as beautiful as snow.

The faint cold air is more chilly than the night in the desert.

At the same time, his waist was entangled in something, and when he looked down, he recognized it as Lu Yun's weapon.

A burst of force pulled him back, and his back was grabbed.

Stunned, he turned back and saw Lu Yun's calm and calm eyes.

The pitch-black pupils are like clear glass, and the ancient well does not wave.

"Don't you want to see the sword of the disciple of the Tibetan Sword Sect, then look at it."

Lu Yun said, let go of his hand, and took a step forward.

The right hand was raised, and the sword that made Boss Qiao had to temporarily avoid the edge appeared in her hand.

"You're also a sword cultivator!"

Someone said in unison, it was Zong Hongfei and that Boss Qiao.

"Yes, Lu Yun, a disciple of the Tibetan Sword Sect, is here." Lu Yun smiled.

"Disciple Meng Lin of the Tibetan Sword Sect is here."

Tian Qing held it in his hand, and the senior brother and sister stood side by side, their slender and upright bodies blocking several people behind them.

Obviously looks thin, but it is so majestic, like a wall, just one glance can give people an infinite sense of security.

And all of this is because of the sword intent that began to climb in the two of them.

Calm and reliable, but sharp, this is Meng Lin.

Cold and sharp, but ethereal and smart, this is Lu Yun.

The identities of the two sword cultivators don't need to be confirmed.

"Hidden Sword Sect?"

Zong Hongfei was a little stunned and muttered.

The disciple of the Tibetan Sword Sect that he most wanted to see was right in front of him.

"They are not only disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect, Ah Yun is also the first person of our generation, the Nine Sects."

Twin sons and honor.