() "Tianyao!" Hua Qingyu said to He Tianyao.

"Alas...... Second Senior Sister, I'm in a hurry, I'm sorry. He Tianyao got up and bowed to apologize, "I'll go outside to breathe." ”

He opened the door and went out. After the door was gently closed, Hua Qingyu sat directly opposite Tang Junhe and handed her a handkerchief across the table. Then, she looked carefully at Tang Junhe, who had a sad face, and her brows seemed to frown slightly inadvertently: "Senior Sister Tang, you ......"

"I'm fine. Tang Junhe stopped crying, wiped away the tears with a handkerchief, and handed it back to Hua Qingyu.

Hua Qingyu reached out to pick it up, but suddenly grabbed Tang Junhe's hand.

Tang Junhe was startled and shouted softly: "Qingyu?"

Hua Qingyu's eyes widened wider and wider: "Senior Sister Tang, you ......"

The two sentences that were also unfinished were completely different. At first it was doubt, but this time it was shock.

Tang Junhe waved his hand again and again, glanced at the door, and signaled not to let He Tianyao hear it.

Hua Qingyu lowered her voice and asked, "What about Senior Brother Han?"

Tang Junhe's eyes were gloomy, and he didn't say anything, just shook his head slowly.

The two were silent for a moment, and Hua Qingyu sighed: "Who is it?"

"Qian Qiusui. Tang Junhe's voice was so small that it was almost inaudible.

"Bang", Hua Qingyu slammed his fist on the table, so angry that his jaw kept trembling. "Tianyao, you come in!" she cried.

After He Tianyao returned to the room, Hua Qingyu directly said the battle plan: "Senior Brother Han can't help each other in retreat, and Senior Sister Tang has a disabled leg and can't move, so this time it's only up to you and me." Didn't Peng Xinwei order you to hand over the Juque Sword within three days? You have been in a coma for a day and a half, and it took more than a day on the way here, and tonight is the time to get there. At that time, you pretend that the poison has not been solved, go to Chiri Peak and hand over the giant sword, and leave the rest to me!"

"This ...... Sister Qingyu, what are you going to do?" He Tianyao was puzzled.

Hua Qingyu's face was gloomy, and her tone was resolute: "If you want to do it, you will do it thoroughly, and give them a break!"

He Tianyao looked at her, and then looked at Tang Junhe. Tang Junhe also looked puzzled. He Tianyao didn't understand, but just a moment later, how could Hua Qingyu's tone change so much?

"When will you leave?" asked He Tianyao.

"In a moment, there is still some preparation to be done. Eat this first, and then give me the giant sword. Hua Qingyu stuffed a black pill into He Tianyao's mouth.

......

It was night, and cold rain fell again in the sky at the right time.

On the staircase path of Chiri Peak, one person supported the other and climbed up with difficulty. Finally climbed in front of the mountain gate, and the disciples guarding the gate came forward vigilantly and asked, "Who is it?"

The person on the right took off the cloak on his head, and it was Tang Junhe, who said, "I told Elder Zhuo about my troubles, and I said that the person who sent the sword asked to see me." ”

A disciple of the gate looked the two up and down suspiciously, said, "You guys wait here again!" and then rushed into the sect.

It didn't take long for him to come back and say to the two people who were sitting on the ground waiting, "Elder Zhuo is waiting for you in the backyard of Xihe Palace, go in!"

"Thank you!" Tang Junhe struggled to get up with the people next to him and slowly walked into the door. As they passed by the disciple guarding the door, both disciples heard a soft, painful moan from the other's unremoved cloak.

Seeing the backs of the two disappear into the rain curtain, a disciple said, "That woman seems to be a little familiar!"

Another disciple nodded: "Indeed, it seems to be a disciple of other veins." ”

"I don't know who the person next to me is? And just now Elder Qian asked me a strange question - 'Do you two seem very tired?' That woman's outfit is clearly that of an immortal cultivator, how can she be tired of climbing the Red Sun Peak?"

"Hey, I'm just telling you to guard the door, what do you do so much?Hey, this ghost weather, it's really a little annoying......"

There was no one in the brightly lit Xihe Temple.

Walk through the Xihe Hall and come to the backyard. In the row of houses in the distance, only the first room on the left is lit.

The two pushed open the door, but there was no one in the room, but the entrance to the dungeon was open.

Tang Junhe settled down, and helped the person beside him down the stairs step by step.

Far from dissipating, the smell of blood in the dungeon intensified. Of the 10 cells, only three were C, G, and C. There was also a large hole in the wall of the cell that was more than a man high, and the passage outside the hole was strewn with broken bricks.

There was no doubt that Zhuo Qingfeng and Peng Xinwei were waiting for them in the Gengzi cell. When passing through the cell C, Tang Junhe glanced into it.

His bruised body was hung and lifeless on a shelf. It seemed that even the dim light was covered with a layer of blood red. Tang Junhe couldn't help but shudder.

"I've kept my promise, ho ho ho!" Peng Xinwei's slightly hoarse voice came from the Gengzi cell, and the door of the cell opened automatically in front of the two of them.

There were three people sitting around the table in the cell, it was Zhuo Qingfeng, Qian Qiusui and Peng Xinwei, who were actually drinking tea leisurely.

"Even you're here. Qian Qiu then saw Tang Junhe and seemed a little surprised.

"He's been poisoned by me, and he's been dragging on for so long, where can he still walk? Of course someone has to help him up the mountain. Peng Xinwei was triumphant.

"I brought the Juque Sword as agreed, give me the antidote......" The person who was supported by Tang Junhe said weakly, slowly tearing off the cloak.

To say that this person is He Tianyao seems to be unbelievable. The face, which was very smooth three days ago, is now a mess. The large and small red spots are signs of poisoning, and the dense places are connected into large red spots, and the swelling and ulceration seem to make the whole face swollen several times, and even the facial features are out of shape.

"Hmph, if you know each other, send it early

Juque Sword came over, and he didn't have to suffer from this pain, so why did he have to suffer until the last moment?" Peng Xinwei seemed to be very satisfied with the effect of the poison.

"Surrender the sword first!" Zhuo Qingfeng shouted, "Don't cheat!"

"No need to help. He Tianyao gently pushed Tang Junhe's hand away, then pulled out the giant sword from behind his back and walked slowly to the table.

Zhuo Qingfeng had been staring closely at He Tianyao's hand, beware of his sudden attack, but he didn't seem to have the strength to surprise the attack.

The Juque Sword smoothly handed over to Zhuo Qingfeng. Zhuo Qingfeng couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, stood up, erected the sword body, and stroked it gently. "A good sword, a good sword!" he said.

Zhuo Qingfeng played with it for a moment and put away the giant sword. During this period, Peng Xinwei and Qian Qiusui didn't seem to be very interested in the peerless immortal sword, and their eyes never left He Tianyao and Tang Junhe.

"You've got the Juque Sword, it's time to give us the antidote!" Tang Junhe said. Seeing that He Tianyao was about to collapse to the ground without being able to support it, she hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"Don't worry. I have a question for you. Qian Qiu then joked.

"What's the problem?" Tang Junhe switched to the other side of He Tianyao, and quietly moved a step closer to Qian Qiu.

"Heh, how did a woman who had abandoned her cultivation and suffered serious internal injuries manage to maintain her breath without any confusion after supporting a man who is more than eight feet tall up a mountain of more than 1,700 zhang?" Qian Qiu said.

Tang Junhe's face changed suddenly, he let go of He Tianyao's arm, jumped backwards suddenly, the cloak was thrown up, and several pills shot towards Qian Qiusui.

"Be careful of poison!" Peng Xinwei shouted, Qian Qiu leaned back, avoiding the pills, and the pills shot into the wall, embedded in them, and several of them hit the chains of the extraterrestrial meteorite iron of the gallows, clanging, and sparks splashed everywhere.

After Tang Junhe let go, He Tianyao fell to the ground softly.

"It's a hidden weapon!" Qian Qiu was very annoyed when he saw a few pills bouncing on the ground, which were obviously iron eggs and steel balls.

"Haha, self-righteousness! Break!" Tang Junhe laughed at the door of the cell, and the pills exploded one after another in this sound, and streams of pale yellow powder flew out of it.

Qian Qiu secretly said that it was not good, rolled on the ground, jumped to He Tianyao's side, grabbed his body to block the powder that was chasing him, and held his breath.

As the pale yellow powder scattered, a strange smell also permeated the cell. Peng Xinwei sniffed a little, and sneered: "Carving insect skills!" He slapped his palm on the table, the wooden table fell apart in response, the teapot and a few teacups rose into the air, Peng Xinwei turned around and kicked it to pieces, and the crumbs and tea flew towards the powder, and the two intersected, and the powder condensed into small crystalline pieces, which fell to the ground like a jewel.

Peng Xinwei laughed: "You actually hid the strange poison 'Flying Frost Yellow' in another strange poison 'Shattered Sound Pill', what a creative idea! But unfortunately, the 'Shattered Sound Pill' must touch the skin to turn into poisonous water, and although water is not the antidote to 'Flying Frost Yellow', it can make it coagulate and crystallize." Haha, this is destined to kill you!"

"Oh, is it?" Tang Junhe smiled faintly unhurriedly, she was looking at Qian Qiusui on the other side of the room.

"Huh?" Peng Xinwei also discovered the strangeness of Qian Qiusui. His face was flushed, swaying as if he had been drunk, and after a few breaths, he finally couldn't support it and fell to the ground, foaming at the blood, rolling his eyes, and his lips were blue and black, obviously poisoned.

Strange, Qian Qiusui reacted fairly quickly just now, and clearly used He Tianyao's body to block the "Flying Frost Yellow", how did he get poisoned?

"No, the poison in him is not 'Flying Frost Yellow'!" Peng Xinwei cried out in a lost voice. After being poisoned by "Flying Frost Yellow", the skin will first burn, the blood vessels will burst, the breath will be short, the eyes will bleed, and the five organs will fail until death. But the signs of Qian Qiusui's poisoning are clearly not like this.

To Peng Xinwei's surprise, a hand suddenly came from behind him, and Zhuo Qingfeng leaned on Peng Xinwei's back weakly, with tears and snot, along with the blood and dirt that vomited out. Peng Xinwei was startled, and hurriedly pushed Zhuo Qingfeng away, and Zhuo Qingfeng fell to the ground.

"Huh?" Peng Xinwei's brain is a little insufficient, when did Zhuo Qingfeng, who had been hiding behind him, also be poisoned? And the poisoning symptoms are not the same as Qian Qiusui!

Peng Xinwei's gaze swept to the giant sword exposed on Zhuo Qingfeng's back.

"You actually put poison on the hilt of your sword!" he suddenly realized. The only thing Zhuo Qingfeng touched was the Juque Sword, but in this way, He Tianyao, who also held the handle of the Juque Sword, should have also been poisoned.

Peng Xinwei glanced at He Tianyao, who fell beside Qian Qiusui, because he was already unrecognizable, so he couldn't tell whether he had been hit by the poison on the hilt of the sword.

"Damn, careless!" Peng Xinwei thought angrily, but he was also secretly glad that he hadn't looked at the giant sword curiously just now. However, he still didn't understand how Qian Qiusui was poisoned.

"I can use poison to such an amazing extent, so I don't even see how to poison it, the old man admires!" Peng Xinwei took off the mask on his face, and there were many dense pits on his face under the mask, which looked very terrifying.

"These are the scars I have left over the years of penance and poison practice. It is also the glory of my drug refining career. You should show me your true face, right?" said Peng Xinwei.

Tang Junhe smiled coldly and said contemptuously: "Since it's glory, why hide it? It's a pity that the mask can only hide your ugly appearance, but it can't hide your dirty heart!"

"Sure enough, it's you, the contemporary disciple of Hua Junmai. Indeed, there is no one in the world who can harness drugs so well except you. Peng Xinwei clapped his hands and laughed, "Since it's you, the fairy sword behind you should be the Sword of Victory over Evil, right?

, but sent a sword to the door, what an unexpected gain, hahaha!"

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability to get it!" Hua Qingyu pulled out the Victory Evil Sword with a "pout", and Dasheng's white light illuminated the dim prison cell. Since ancient times, evil has not defeated good, and the sword of victory over evil that has reappeared in the rivers and lakes shines again!

"Wait!" Peng Xinwei shouted, pointing to He Tianyao on the ground, "He has been hit by my newly created strange poison, and his life is in danger, and this poison can only be solved by me, don't you care about him?"

"Hey, don't be ashamed!" Hua Qingyu was not threatened by him at all, "Don't be verbose, accept your life!"

The two of them fought in a cramped cell.

In terms of realm, although Hua Qingyu has just ascended to the Mahayana realm for a few years, Peng Xinwei is only in the middle of Mahayana, and the two are only one period apart, and in the high realm, the gap is not big. In terms of strength, Peng Xinwei is much stronger. After all, Hua Junmai's strength is not in swordsmanship and body technique. In fact, if he fights alone, Peng Xinwei may not be the opponent of He Tianyao, who is both skilled in swordsmanship and body skills, but last time He Tianyao needed to face an opponent as difficult as Peng Xinwei at the same time - Zhuo Qingfeng, in terms of the swordsmanship and body technique of the Red Sun Vein, Zhuo Qingfeng was stronger than Peng Xinwei.

Fortunately, Hua Qingyu used the peerless fairy sword, which overpowered Peng Xinwei's superb fairy sword.

The weapon is Hua Qingyu's advantage, every time the two fairy swords collide, Peng Xinwei feels a little timid, seeing that he can't tell the winner in a short time, Peng Xinwei is a little worried, in case his immortal poison sword can't support it and is cut off by the victory and evil sword, it will be over.

However, Peng Xinwei believes that Hua Qingyu must also be uneasy. The body of the Immortal Poison Sword is dark green, and several poisons have been quenched on it. The poison of the Poison Refining Sect is divided into four levels according to its intensity: low-level, intermediate-level, high-level, and research-level, and the seven poisons on the Immortal Poison Sword are all research-level poisons. Don't underestimate these kinds of poisons, because the more advanced the poison, the more difficult it is to quench on the sword, and the more difficult it is to be compatible with other poisons. The Immortal Poison Sword was tempered by the efforts of several generations of Sect Masters of the Poison Refining Sect to quench these few kinds, but each of them could make the Immortal Cultivator lose his combat power or kill him.

As long as she gently cuts any tiny wound on Hua Qingyu's body, she will have to spend her energy and time to detoxify, not to mention whether she can solve it, just losing her ability to fight is enough to bury her life.

Hua Qingyu didn't know this. Therefore, her swordsmanship is mainly defensive, and she can attack when she can attack, and sometimes even if she gives up the opportunity to attack, she must try to ensure that her body is foolproof. In this way, Peng Xinwei gradually became calm, he cunningly did not use the immortal poison sword and the victory evil sword to fight, but used tricky and strange routines to let the dark green sword blade swim in the white victory and evil sword shadow, like an evil snake, waiting for an opportunity to find a place to go.

A treacherous smile flashed across the corner of Peng Xinwei's mouth, in addition to swordsmanship, he also had other means of attack.

"It's a shame that Hua Junmai still boasts of being a master in the world, what 'poison doesn't harm people', in my opinion, it's bullshit! Originally, I would have detoxified that kid and let you go with the Juque Immortal Sword today, but you want to poison people! Since this is the case, I can't blame me!" Peng Xinwei said.

Seeing that Hua Qingyu was unmoved, and his swordsmanship was still in order, he sneered again: "Isn't Hua Jun's family line friendly with Taiqing Sect? I heard that He Tianyao is still your best friend, but now you have abandoned him! Hehe, I have really seen it, it turns out that Hua Jun's children's hearts are so indifferent! No wonder you never want to heal people easily!"

Peng Xinwei's purpose in saying these nonsense was to disturb Hua Qingyu's mood. But Hua Qingyu seemed to have eaten the scales and was iron-hearted, and he was not moved at all.

"Hua Qingyu, do you really want to kill He Tianyao?" Peng Xinwei shouted, "Let me tell you, just in case, those two little girls were also poisoned by me, and now they must have been poisoned, if they don't save them, they will die!"

Hua Qingyu's hand trembled, and there was a flaw in the sword move.

"Good opportunity!" Peng Xinwei took advantage of the weakness and stabbed her heart with a sword, and in a hurry, Hua Qingyu hurriedly dodged sideways, but Peng Xinwei trembled the blade of the sword, and the immortal poison sword still scratched the back of her hand.

"Haha, I'll see what you do!" Peng Xinwei smiled in his heart.

The high-grade poison works quickly, if you don't care about it, I'm afraid it will spread soon, and then Hua Qingyu will only be at the mercy of Peng Xinwei.

To Peng Xinwei's surprise, Hua Qingyu immediately made a decision, stepped back and cut off her left wrist with a sword! She snorted in pain, threw it to the right, and shot her severed hand and blood at Peng Xinwei who was pursuing.

"What!" Peng Xinwei was taken aback, and he didn't have time to avoid the oncoming severed hand, so he had to cover it with his sleeves, but there was still some blood splashed on his face.

The severed hand fell to the ground, and a blue-black color was rapidly spreading from the wrist to the fingertips at a speed visible to the naked eye, and streams of black poisonous blood flowed out from the broken hand.

Hua Qingyu took advantage of the gap to find a pill in his hand, clutched it with the hilt of the sword and the palm of his hand, and rubbed it into powder paste at the broken wrist, only to hear the wound "sizzling", and the muscles and flesh were blackened by the strong medicine, but the blood stopped.

"Hmph, it's enough for you to do it alone!" Peng Xinwei rushed over again.

Hua Qingyu relied on her body to dodge.

"I'll see what you do with another sword!" Peng Xinwei sneered insolently. The space in the cell is small, and if you blindly dodge, you will eventually get hit again. In addition, the injury to his arm was not light, and beads of sweat appeared on Hua Qingyu's slightly pale face.

Peng Xinwei attacked more and more, and Hua Qingyu seemed to have been hesitating and did not fight back, so he was gradually forced into a corner.

Thinking that the Juque Sword and the Victory Evil Sword were about to become his own bag, Peng Xinwei's eyes lit up with excitement. As for Zhuo Qingfeng and Qian Qiusui, who were poisoned, they had long been forgotten by him.

Hua Qingyu leaned against the wall, and there was no way out. But her hand holding the Sword of Victory drooped down, and the blade of the sword rested on the ground.

"Have you given up resistance?" "Hahaha!" Peng Xinwei laughed and approached step by step.

"Huh......" Hua Qingyu suddenly let out a long breath and said calmly, "Pathetic man, you are dead." ”