The colored parrot flew back, its claws were empty, and it should fly to the bottom of the abyss, and it was not yet time to grieve, but the parrot was close in an instant, but there were two people on the back of the parrot.

One person is petite, with long hair fluttering, it is Xie Lingyan, who is already unconscious at this time, and is hugged by another person across his chest, while the other person is standing proudly, the colorful robe is fluttering and flying in the night, and before it lands, there is a monstrous momentum that envelops the audience, whether it is a person or a demon, whether it has been seen before or not, there is a name floating in his heart at this time.

Peacock Boy!

The pressure was overwhelming, as if there was a giant hand, choking the hearts of everyone in the audience, the monsters in the bone refining period were in a trembling shape, lying on the ground, and they didn't dare to breathe, and the monsters in the transformation period such as Swallowing Moon Tianzun and Lady Scorpion also stopped fighting, kneeling on one knee, with a respectful demeanor, Fu Qingming and Zhang Yizhi were deeply injured, but the pride of the famous disciples did not allow them to kneel to the demons, so they simply sat cross-legged.

Only Ying Feiyang stood on the spot, although there was a weight on his body, but he was reluctant to hold on and did not want to fall.

The parrot gradually fell, and the face of the peacock boy gradually became clear, only to see that he looked like a noble young man, with fair skin, thin lips and straight nose, thin and long eyebrows, and the corners of his eyes were raised, all of which looked at the world.

It is also a colorful robe, which looks like a funny clown on Mr. Gu's body, but it is full of grace and luxury when worn on him.

The parrot landed on the altar, its wings spread out, and its head was on the ground, and the peacock boy Ling walked down from the parrot's head with Xie Lingyan in his arms, and the whole altar made a "squeak" wail, as if it could not bear his weight. Gongziling looked at the women on the altar, glanced at the demons, and said, "This is the gift you prepared for me?"

The tone was not happy or angry, the demons didn't know how to respond for a while, Gongziling didn't care, the colorful cloak was pulled, Xie Lingyan was wrapped, and he gently put it with the women, and swept his gaze to Ying Feiyang, who was the only one standing.

Ying Feiyang is also fearless and fearless, looking at Shang Gongziling's gaze, the four eyes meet, Ying Feiyang suddenly feels that his mind is empty, and the surroundings seem to have become silent, a dead silence.

People, demons, things, and scenery are all dissolved in the night, but the eyes of the peacock boy, like the double moon in the sky, the eyes are cold and lonely like the moonlight, and the eyes are cold and cold, and the courage to fly is like snow, melting in the moonlight, and the body seems to be a thousand pounds, and the legs are as heavy as lead, and he is about to kneel on the ground.

Under the peerless majesty, Fang saw the backbone of the vulgar!

Ying Feiyang's mind was dizzy, and he suddenly instinctively flicked his sword. A crisp and pleasant sword sound, but there was a hidden sound of agitation, although the sound was light, it fell into Ying Feiyang's ears, but it was like Huang Zhong Dalu, dispelling the silent atmosphere of death.

Ying Feiyang's spirit was lifted, and the Lingtai returned to clarity, his eyes flashed, bursting out with outstanding sword intent.

It was a long roar, and the sword light was like practice, cutting off the silver-like moonlight, and slashing the sword at the top demon in the world!

Halfway through the sword, Ying Feiyang was surprised that Gongzi Ling's eyes flashed with a trace of surprise, and then the cold and lonely meaning dissipated, becoming as sharp as a sword, and if there is a substantial gaze, it is where his flaws are, Ying Feiyang's body suddenly stopped, stopped the sword momentum, and turned attack into defense.

Halfway through the move, he felt that Gongziling's vision was subtle, and he seemed to have seen through the follow-up changes, so he hurriedly changed his moves again, but then he felt that he couldn't block it, and he couldn't avoid it, so he hurriedly changed his moves

But seeing that Ying Feiyang kept changing his sword moves, he danced the long sword with silver light, and the sword wind was whistling, as if he was fighting with an invisible enemy, and he was being killed and defeated, and he retreated again and again, everyone only said that he was crazy, but only Ying Feiyang himself knew the danger of this time.

Suddenly, Ying Feiyang snorted, his body staggered, and his sword barely stabilized his body, but he was already sweating profusely, and his face was like ashes.

A hint of appreciation flashed in Gongziling's eyes, and he said casually: "The sword bones are overwhelming, and the sword sense is amazing, not bad!"

Then his eyes swept over Fu Qingming and Zhang Yizhi, the two of them were seriously injured, and when the peacock boy looked at him, he finally couldn't hold it anymore, and both fainted, Gongzi Ling thought about it, and said as if talking to himself: "Forget it, let's kill them all." ”

"Let's let it all go. "To put it mildly, it's like discussing what to eat at night. A group of people came from the forest, unhurried and unhurried, natural, although they came suddenly, but they were not abrupt at all, as if he had just walked out of heaven and earth.

With silver and white hair and a clear face, the person who came was actually a pure and bitter Taoist.

The body of Qing Ku came from far to near, like a leisurely stroll through the low-lying demons, and walked up to the altar.

The peacock boy has a narrow eye, as if a lightning flashed in the night sky, his expression is shining, looking directly at the Qingqu Taoist, and the Qingkudao Daoist does not care to meet the gaze of Gongziling, his eyes are like a quiet abyss, deep and remote, and he can't see the bottom.

"Thirty strokes. The peacock boy suddenly said thoughtlessly: "Except for that little girl, they have three lives, and you will take thirty moves under me." ”

"How about the three tricks?" the Qing Kudao man said lightly.

"Oh?" the peacock boy raised his eyebrows, as if interested.

"Three moves, I don't dodge or dodge, pick you up three moves, three moves don't die, in exchange for the lives of the three of them. ”

"Master...... You're crazy!" Ying Feiyang listened anxiously and wanted to stop his words, but he felt that his blood was surging, and he couldn't speak, so he simply slashed his sword and blocked it in front of the peacock boy, and looked directly at Gongzi Ling with a provocative gaze.

"Ha!" The Peacock Boy didn't care about Ying Feiyang at all, but his bitter words made his eyes flash with a hint of surprise, and he chuckled, and said, "One move, one move will not die, the three of them will live together." ”

"Then—" The Qing Bitter Dao robe is automatic without wind, the hunt is flying, and the beard hair is fluttering and flying.

"--Please. ”

With a call for help, the Qingkudao man put his hands behind his back, his waist was straight, and an indescribable power spread out from his body, and in an instant, the whole person suddenly became sharp, like a divine sword that towered the heavens and the earth, with an incomparable sword intent rushing into the sky and dry clouds, breaking through the nine folds.

The Peacock Boy ignored this pillar-like sword intent, his right hand was lowered, and his palm was facing the ground, and in an instant, Ying Feiyang felt that the entire night was attracted by Gongzi Ling's palm, and in his five fingers condensed a fierce and dead aura that was darker than the night. The flames of the two braziers behind him flickered and flickered, and the crackling flames exploded, as if they were whimpering and wailing in fear, as if they were going to be swallowed up by this black gas.

The peacock boy was angry in his palm, and the pressure of the demon under the stage was light, and he hurriedly crawled to both sides, lest he be affected by this palm power like from the wilderness.

But seeing the peacock boy send out a palm, this palm was light and slow, without a trace of wind, as if he wanted to pat off the dust on his clothes for Qingku, but the whole body of the Qingkudao Daoist was blown by a hurricane and flew backwards. On a palm print, a gust of wind centered on the two of them, rippled and scattered, and everyone and the demons only felt that the wind was blowing, and the two braziers on the stage were also blown out instantly.

With a muffled snort, the Qingku Daoist drew an arc, was knocked off the altar, the black qi on his chest condensed but did not disperse, burning on Qingku's body like black fire, devouring his vitality, Qingku's feet fell to the ground, and he raised his head to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and took seven steps back.

Every time I took a step back, the black fire wrapped around my body weakened a little, and every time I took a step back, the snow melted, the water vapor transpired, the ground cracked, and the sand and dust rose everywhere. After the water vapor, fine snow, and sand and dust dissipated, Qingkuan actually stood upright and unshakable. It's just that his face is still covered with black air, like dead ashes.

"Okay, you, you have an extraordinary background!" the peacock boy praised, with a wave of his long sleeves, he should fly under his feet, the wind was blowing in his ears, and when he was surprised, his feet fell to the ground, and he was sent to the side of the Qingchu Daoist.

"Master, are you alright?" Ying Feiyang said with concern.

"Childe's men have shown mercy. Qing Ku arched his hand, and said to Feiyang: "Let's go." ”

"But......" Ying Feiyang was worried about the three of Zhu Nu and Ling Xiao Sword Dao, and the Qingqu Daoist directly interrupted: "The Peacock Boy has a promise of a thousand gold, since he has opened the golden mouth, he will definitely ensure that they are fine, let's go first." Ying Feiyang weighed the situation, gritted his teeth, and left with the master in his arms.

After leaving Qifeng Valley, after walking for a while, the figure of the Qing Kudao suddenly shook violently, and with a "vomit", a large pool of blood spit out from his mouth, which dyed the snow red.

"Master, how are you? Ying Feiyang was startled, hurriedly swept away the snow from the boulder next to him, and helped Qing Ku to sit down.

"It's okay, it's really okay if you can't spit out this mouthful of blood. "Looking at the bitter Taoist again, the black qi on his face has dissipated, but he has lost too much blood, and he is frighteningly white. "Gongziling is really good, this peacock ghost seal invades the muscles and bones, and it really hurts three palms, I'm afraid I really have to give my life. ”

Ying Feiyang saw that the master was so willing to save people, his nose was sore, and his previous dissatisfaction with him instantly turned into apology. The palm of his hand pressed on the back of the Qing Bitter Daoist, and he exercised his pranayama, but he said unforgivingly: "Knowing that he is powerful, you still have to slap him three times?"

Qingku's beard blew and said: "You know a fart, the old way I have a lot of skill locked, and my true qi can only protect my body, not hurt the enemy, if I really want to play thirty moves with him, that is a steady death." Suddenly, his face froze: "Huh, no, there is a problem with your martial arts, who have you seen in the past few days?"

"Huh?" Ying Feiyang said inexplicably: "Haven't you seen anyone?"

Suddenly remembered again, and said: "By the way, the Wind and Snow Ice Heavenly Array and the spirit rune given to me by Mo Yunxi's predecessor failed at the same time, maybe I met the Peacock Prince, and I don't know how he is now." ”

Suddenly, a burst of majestic energy, ploughed a deep ditch in the snow, and attacked directly, only to hear a miserable howl, Ying Feiyang palmed in front of the air, Qingqu was actually hit by this energy, and drew a blood line in the air. Hearing the miserable howl of the Qing Bitter Daoist, Ying Feiyang reacted.

And where the strength came from, a man in white walked out of the snow, his phoenix eyes were warm, his posture was elegant, and the corners of his mouth were close to a smile, and he said leisurely:

"Thank you for your concern, don't bother. ”

The man who came—

"The clouds are uncertain" Mo Yunji!