Huang Fuxuan saw that his sister was injured, and the indifference on his face was immediately replaced by a thick worry. In a hurry, the silver light of the long sword in his hand was shocked, and the sharp edge that pointed at the country immediately brought infinite killing intent, and the purple-clothed people were in their hearts, only to see that Huangfu Xuan didn't care about the long sword he stabbed, and he desperately wanted to shake himself away with a sword.

Although Huangfu Xuan is as indifferent as water, he cannot break the word of love, whether it is friendship, family affection or love.

The long sword of the man in purple attacked, and Huang Fu Xuan's handsome face was full of determination, and he didn't dodge or dodge, allowing the long sword of the man in purple to stab at his left shoulder. The silver sword light pointed at the eyebrows of the man in purple like lightning, and the cold sword aura made the corner of the man in purple twitch involuntarily, and he could make Huangfu Xuan hang the color, but the long sword was forced to come, so he had to slip under his feet, and the long sword that stabbed Huang Fu Xuan's left arm also turned in the direction to block this fatal sword.

The two swords were separated at the touch of a button, and the purple-clothed man took a few steps back in shock, and a few traces of blood oozed from the tiger's mouth. There are still reservations about his own shot, and Huangfu Xuan actually put on all the aura. A sword forced the purple-clothed man back, and Huang Fu Xuan turned on his toes to help Huang Fu Shan.

Seeing that the long sword of another man in purple was about to hurt the two girls, this man in purple laughed evilly, and his body was short, and he kicked and waved the long sword to bully him, how could he just let him go to relieve the siege? It is best to die one, and one pair of dead will be earned.

Huang Fu Xuan, who was about to intercept him, suddenly felt cold behind his back, and the long sword subconsciously waved his backhand, and he couldn't get out anymore when he turned around. The purple-clothed man in front of him also used all his strength to contain Huangfu Xuan, if something happened to these two women, Huangfu Xuan and Gu Qingquan would inevitably lose their minds, and it would be easy to take it down when the time came.

Gu Qingquan on the side also noticed the situation of Mu Keqing's second daughter, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the frequency of the weak water thousand strikes immediately slowed down, the balance between the three of them was broken in an instant, and the air that was compressed to the extreme was suddenly released in this second, and the powerful impact force knocked the three of them upside down and flew out, and a halo of aura mixed with the power of thunder scattered in all directions.

It was as if the space was going to be cut into two layers. The big trees within a radius of ten meters were broken off by Qi Qi's waist, and even the scattered cultivators who were watching in the dark were shocked out of three.

Everyone present was not spared, and they were all overturned by the force of the backlash. Everything was silent for a while, but in this deathly silence, a deafening roar seemed to sound in the depths of everyone's soul. The three Sanxiu who had appeared stood in place, dumbfounded, completely shocked. Two division-level powerhouses and a great samurai were able to create such a movement, if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, I'm afraid no one would have believed it.

Mu Keqing picked up Huang Fushan with one hand, and quickly moved away from the battlefield with the force of this backlash. With the aura explosion as the center, a radius of ten meters was empty, and both living and dead things were washed into the distance. Only a long cyan silk like smoke and ink floated in it forcelessly, and it rolled lightly towards the purple-clothed man who had injured Huang Fushan before.

Before the purple-clothed man could gain a firm foothold after being knocked out of the body by the force of recoil, he felt a disgusting chill rushing to his face, deep into his bone marrow. The purple-clothed people were shocked in their hearts, and hurriedly mobilized the aura of their whole bodies to protect their whole bodies, and looked at the cyan long silk floating in vigilance, and the right hand holding the long sword actually broke out in a cold sweat.

The long sword turned in a semicircle in front of him, and the fan-shaped sword light slashed towards the cyan long aya, but unexpectedly, he saw the cyan long silk pass through the long sword like smoke and wrap directly around his body. I couldn't help but feel a shock in my heart, what is this, why is it so evil?

After all, he was an experienced veteran, and the man in purple immediately gave up his hard resistance, bent his waist softly, and the whole person passed under the cyan long silk against the ground. When the cyan long silk floated over his face, the disgusting coolness was particularly strong, and the purple-clothed man was actually distracted by this coolness, and accidentally sucked the coolness a few times and swallowed it into his abdomen, and his face turned blue all of a sudden.

After this cool air entered the abdomen, it became more and more cold, like a poisonous snake scurrying in the body, and finally attacked the purple-clothed man's dantian, and the purple-clothed man's heart twitched suddenly, my god, if you want to let this aura invade the dantian, then wouldn't you be wasted? Hurriedly sink your mind and command the aura in your body to curb this coolness.

"Shocking. Mu Keqing saw that this blow was dodged by the purple-clothed man like this, and with a wave of his little hand, the cyan long silk was stunned and gracefully turned around in the air and returned to Mu Keqing's hand obediently. Huangfu Shan on the side saw the purple-clothed man standing in place, his face changed rapidly, and his breath was unstable, he snorted coldly and swung his knife again, daring to slap Aunt Fei, he had to have the consciousness of paying a serious price.

The demon moon knife flashed with a green light and slashed at the throat of the purple-clothed man, and the purple-clothed man used his aura to contain the coolness, while waving his sword to parry Huangfu Shan's scimitar, internal worries and external troubles, coupled with the strange long silk that was always shuttling in front of him, the purple-clothed man had a feeling of powerlessness for the first time in his life.

This time, Huang Fu Shan learned well, and fought with the purple man by virtue of the unique position of the Huang Fu family, and retreated with one blow, regardless of whether he hit the target or not, for a while on the left and on the right, he kept slashing towards the man in purple from all directions, and the man in purple was glared at by the boss of Huang Fu Shan's angry eyes. Just as he was about to lift his aura and concentrate on coping with it, the lingering and disgusting chill would come from behind in time, making the man in purple have to be distracted and dodge.

Mu Keqing sat not far away, and his two slender jade hands turned into a scattered lotus flower and stood in front of his chest, preoccupying on Jing Hong, and no one noticed that Mu Keqing's pupils were a little scarlet.

"What kind of weapon is that?"

"It's just a long silk. ”

"Nonsense, I don't know if it's a long silk?" The scattered cultivator who was hidden on the side looked at the cyan like smoke and ink floating between Huangfu Shan and the purple-clothed man and said, "But have you ever seen someone driving the long silk in the air and hurting people?"

After he said this, everyone was shocked. Yes, the long silk is a weapon of a warrior, when did it come to be used by the warlock? In the hearts of all the scattered cultivators, those who can control the weapon and hurt people in the air must have a huge soul. The most powerful soul is naturally a warlock.

Huang Fu Xuan, who quickly got up and was about to relieve Huang Fu Shan, was entangled by the purple-clothed man as fast as he could, and he felt irritated in his heart. As soon as his heart was confused, his sword moves began to make frequent mistakes, and a few red wounds were added to his body, and at this time, seeing that the second daughter had stabilized the situation a little, Huangfu Xuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. turned his head and looked at the man in purple angrily, and repeatedly stopped Ben Shao to rescue his sister, damn it!

For the first time, this good-tempered indifferent young master was provoked into a real fire, and the long sword under his hand was not as elegant and elegant as before, and the dazzling silver light was full of fierce killing intent, and he frantically attacked the purple-clothed man in front of him to make a fatal move. Except for the vital parts, all the other parts were let go and ignored, and he just frantically took out his sword. In less than a minute, hundreds of swords had been swung, and a huge silver sword net enveloped the two of them, and no figures flickered, only sword qi flying.

"Could it be that this is the legendary dual personality?" A scattered cultivator looked at the silver sword net created by Huangfu Xuan in horror, and couldn't help but cover his face with his hands. The current Huangfu Xuan and the previous white-clothed and indifferent and elegant son are like two people.

Mu Keqing's eyes next to him were about to pop out, in the Excalibur Villa, this personable boy has always been a model of gentleness and elegance, when have you ever seen him so crazy?

The aura exploded, and the ones who withstood the most recoil were naturally Gu Qingquan, An Chun, and another purple-clothed man. Gu Qingquan fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string, and his blood was churning. As soon as he sat up, a mouthful of blood coughed up. Standing up with the Songtao Sword with difficulty, secretly absorbing the aura and Yuan Force in the air, his blue eyes glanced in the direction of An Chun and the purple-clothed man.

An Chun stood up tremblingly, obviously suffering a lot of injuries, Gu Qingquan's eyes narrowed, and there was not the slightest joy on his face. Because, a holy white light gushed out from An Chun's neck, and most of the injuries were instantly healed.

It should be some life-saving treasure that Abe's old bird prepared for his son. Gu Qingquan snorted coldly in disdain, and his gaze shifted.

Obviously, the man in purple didn't have such a good treatment, he spit blood in a big gulp, his face was like gold paper, and he was kicked to the vital place by Gu Qingquan before, at this time, he was not lying down, but he didn't have the strength to stand up, and the whole person shrank on the ground in pain again and turned into a prawn, which was considered to have temporarily lost his combat effectiveness.

Is this still the soul power that a normal person can have? Abe couldn't help but curse with palpitations and looked up at Gu Qingquan. I saw that Gu Qingquan's face was as pale as snow, and blood flowers bloomed on his white clothes, and he couldn't help but smile ruthlessly.

"No matter how huge the soul power is, what if you are so seriously injured, how can you resist it!" Feeling that most of the injuries had been eliminated, An Chun moved his hands and feet to stare at Gu Qingquan, as if he had seen the scene of Gu Qingquan peeling his flesh under his whip.