With a shrunk pupil, Gu Qingquan came to Mu Keqing's side in a flash, stretched out his right hand to grab Mu Keqing's slender waist and swept to the side.

was suddenly embraced into a man's arms, and the warm masculinity rushed to his face, and Mu Keqing's pretty face turned red all of a sudden. Shy and angry, he raised his head and was about to blame, but he heard a "bang". A sword slashed through the place where he had been standing, and a crack more than a foot long suddenly appeared on the ground.

The shame and anger in his heart were extinguished in an instant, and he looked at Gu Qingquan in surprise with his cherry mouth open, so keen on his spiritual sense!

A purple-clothed man walked out slowly, and the small word "god" on the neckline crashed into Gu Qingquan's eyes for the first time. Reluctantly to let go of the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms, Gu Qingquan looked at the person with half-squinted eyes, and the Songtao Sword was clenched in his hand. The person sent by the shrine was at least a division-level powerhouse, and Gu Qingquan's heart sounded the alarm.

Whether it is a cultivator or a warlock, when a person's cultivation realm enters the master-level thing, it can be regarded as truly starting the road to the strong. The practice methods can be described as quite extensive, all kinds of exercises, inheritances, asceticism... But there are many people, but they all stop at the threshold below the division level, and they no longer save.

It was a huge watershed between the peak of the great samurai and the martial artist, like a moat, completely dividing the people on both sides into two grades. There are ants below the division level, this sentence is enough to illustrate. True cultivation will take a huge leap forward, a qualitative leap, after crossing the threshold of the division level!

Although Gu Qingquan fought with Jin Shan, who had entered the half-step martial artist in Xiuwei, the distance between the half-step martial artist and the martial artist was large, and it was not too much to describe it as the difference between cloud and mud. Feeling the strong aura on the other party's body, Gu Qingquan ran the weak water trick to the extreme.

The purple-clothed man glanced Gu Qingquan up and down, and finally fixed his gaze on Gu Qingquan's blue eyes, and a contemptuous smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "You are Gu Qingquan? I really can't see what strength you have to kill all the men and horses of Jin Shan." ”

Mu Keqing looked at the man in purple, and his black pearl-like pupils were covered with a layer of coldness. It's just that she is petite, standing behind Gu Qingquan, completely obscured.

"Our eldest prince still has a high opinion of you, I don't know what is so special about you. The more the man in purple talked, the more crazy he became. Gu Qingquan just stood quietly in place, and a few sparks stirred up in his heart.

"Lord An'an also sent all the division-level masters in the shrine. It seems that Lord An is too worried. ”

"Keqing, if you have a chance, you can leave first. Gu Qingquan turned sideways and whispered to Mu Keqing, and then quietly scanned the surrounding environment, and the weak water trick was slowly running in his body.

Mu Keqing was slightly stunned, and then nodded, looking at Gu Qingquan's eyes becoming more and more struggling and complicated.

With a long and dark breath, Gu Qingquan clenched the Songtao sword, pointed obliquely at the ground, and the aura flowed into the sword, and a few intoxicating green rays appeared on the tip of the sword.

The purple-clothed man just played with the long sword in his hand, and didn't pay any attention to Gu Qingquan at all. The long sword faintly pulled out a gorgeous sword flower in mid-air, and pointed towards Gu Qingquan's eyebrows.

This seems to be a casual point, but the power cannot be underestimated, after all, the person who came is a division-level powerhouse. The attention of the whole body was raised to the best state, and Gu Qingquan was about to step on the heavenly step to move out of the sky, but he felt that the fierce sword qi was close to the center of his eyebrows, and the coercion rolled like a wave, and he couldn't move.

Standing Songtao in front of him, a large amount of spiritual energy poured into Songtao's sword, and his feet clasped the ground one after the other, and met the blow of the purple-clothed man from the front.

With the sound of "pop", the two swords were separated with a touch, Gu Qingquan snorted and withdrew backwards, the long sword of the purple-clothed man was like made of jelly, and with a flick of the Songtao sword, a circle of ripples popped up in the air, and the majestic aura suddenly surged, like a tide from all directions, wave after wave, directly hitting Gu Qingquan's chest.

Gu Qingquan retreated six or seven steps in a row before he could stabilize his body, his throat was sweet, a mouthful of blood couldn't help but overflow, he reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Gu Qingquan looked at the man in purple solemnly, just a tentative move, he let himself be injured, and it was really an ant below the division level. Whether it is in the use of aura or in strength, there are too many differences.

The man in purple looked at the blood stains on Gu Qingquan's sleeve, and the contempt in his eyes was even stronger, in his eyes, Gu Qingquan was like a child without the slightest threat.

Mu Keqing was hidden in the woods not far away, a pair of beautiful eyes locked on Gu Qingquan, two thoughts in his head were fighting, and his expression was complicated and abnormal.

It seems that there is no chance of winning hard, Gu Qingquan stabilized the messy aura in his body, and looked around at the surrounding environment.

"I don't think you should die, in front of me, you have no power to fight back. It's better to go back to the shrine with me, hand over the Songtao Ancient Sword, and maybe exchange your father's life. Looking at Gu Qingquan with interest, the purple-clothed man's voice was extremely harsh.

Hmph, sir, if I want to go back with you, it's a dead end. Gu Qingquan sneered in his heart, his toes tapped outward, and the person had already stepped towards the woods. Even if the woods are barren in winter, it can provide a lot of convenience to Gu Qingquan.

Relying on his body, Gu Qingquan scurried around the trunk of the tree. The patience of the man in purple was worn out little by little in the chase.

Obviously, the person in purple will definitely not take any advantage in terms of body method, although the person in purple is a division-level powerhouse in the shrine, and there are many people in the shrine who are more clever than him, and this kind of thing is naturally not something that a person of the paro level like him can enjoy.

In addition, there are many tree trunks in the woods, and the people in purple will inevitably bump their hands and feet. After recognizing this, Gu Qingquan brushed the hair on his forehead, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a playful smile.

Finally, a touch of coldness appeared on the face of the man in purple, "Good boy, if you don't eat and drink in a toast, then don't blame me for being unkind!"

The man in purple stepped hard with his right foot, and his left foot kicked heavily on the trunk of the tree next to him at the moment when the man in purple took off, and the whole person instantly rose a degree. But because the trunk couldn't withstand the strength of the purple-clothed man, it was cut off with a "click".

"Ten thousand swords are one!" When the purple-clothed man rose to a certain height, he changed his hands to hold the sword, and the rich aura quickly poured into the sword body, and the long sword slashed a circle in the air. Wherever the tip of the sword went, it would leave a sword shadow that was infinitely close to materialization, and from a distance, it looked like a man in purple holding a sword umbrella.

"Break it for me!" shouted loudly, and the long sword of the purple-clothed man stabbed in the direction of Gu Qingquan, and the sword umbrella spun at the speed of light, bringing a small hurricane to fly towards Gu Qingquan. Everywhere the sword umbrella went, the trunks were all twisted and fleshy, staggering, the trees in front of Gu Qingquan seemed to have their heads cut off in unison, and they fell down sadly, sawdust flew all over the sky, and they couldn't be broken anymore, and the sword umbrella flew in front of Gu Qingquan in a blink of an eye.

Ling Ran's sword aura rushed to his face, mixed with Sen Ran's killing intent, Gu Qingquan only felt as if he had been doused with cold water from head to toe, and every hair on his body stood up. Is this the power of a division-level powerhouse?

Gu Qingquan looked at the gradually enlarged sword umbrella, and a few traces of burning heat floated in his solemn eyes. Mu Keqing on the side looked at Gu Qingquan standing in place, and couldn't help but feel a pang.

After the blow, the purple-clothed man held the long sword in his backhand and looked at Gu Qingquan who was covered by the sword umbrella proudly. This is a kind of self-confidence, absolute confidence in his own strength, confident that Gu Qingquan will not be able to come out alive under this blow.

The sword umbrella rotated rapidly a few times in the place where Gu Qingquan was standing, and then gradually dispersed, and a round and smooth clearing was also turned out on the ground, and dead branches and sawdust fell all over the ground, except for Gu Qingquan's figure, and there was not even a little blood stain on the ground.

"What about people?" the man in purple looked at the empty ground in disbelief, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that this blow had missed!

Mu Keqing, who was not far away, looked at the empty ground, and his clenched hands slowly let go, and he exhaled a long sigh of relief.