Fu Qingyun didn't know why this Mao Daxian was sacred, and was puzzled, Bai Ruxue leaned into his ear and whispered: "Qingyun be careful, this is the head of the Yellow Immortal Sect, and the sect is very evil." ”

Fu Qingyun nodded lightly and said, "It's okay." ”

Mao Daxian hunched over and stood in front of Fu Qingyun, and arched his hand: "Tianshui County Huangxian taught Mao Zhengguo to ask for a few tricks. ”

Fu Qingyun snorted coldly: "It's true that things gather like and people are grouped, and weasels are only worthy of being with livestock." ”

Mao Daxian was furious when he heard this, his eyes gurgled, and his eyes immediately became crystalline, like a bewildering weasel in the dark night.

"Look at my eyes!" Mao Daxian said in a seductive voice.

Fu Qingyun raised his eyebrows and looked at Mao Daxian without fear.

Fu Qingyun knew that he wanted to use ecstasy, but he had cultivated the "Great Light Sutra" and "Guanlian" to wash his soul, and his divine sense was extremely clear, how could ordinary illusions confuse him.

Fu Qingyun and Mao Daxian's eyes were facing each other, and they saw Mao Daxian's eyes shining and blurry. Fu Qingyun's heart was in a trance, and the golden jade lotus in the sea of qi trembled slightly, and his mind quickly calmed down.

Fu Qingyun thought in his heart, Mao Daxian's demon skills were a little stronger than the charm of the Jade Lady, after all, it was a cult sect specializing in ecstasy, but it was much inferior compared to the "Heavenly Demon Sound".

Mao Daxian saw Fu Qingyun staring at him with his eyes unmoving, thinking that Fu Qingyun was in his way, he was overjoyed, and he was about to bully Fu Qingyun with both hands.

As soon as his body moved, he suddenly saw a purple glow flash in Fu Qingyun's eyes, and a pure divine thought stabbed back. There was a rumbling sound in Mao Daxian's head, and he fell on his back, lying straight on the ground and foaming at the mouth.

Once the illusion is broken, the illusion will be counterattacked, and even if he does not die, it will be difficult to regain his sanity.

Lin Zhengjun saw that Mao Zhengguo hadn't made a move yet, so he was restrained by Fu Qingyun and fell to the ground, so he angrily pulled out his long sword, stabbed a sword into Mao Daxian's chest, and scolded in his mouth: "Things that don't reuse." ”

The martial arts people who followed Lin Zhengjun saw that Lin Zhengjun was so vicious, and their faces changed slightly, but they didn't dare to speak.

Lin Zhengjun pulled out his long sword and took a deep breath, and Mao Daxian's blood and qi floated straight into his mouth.

Lin Zhengjun licked his lips with a lingering taste, glanced at Fu Qingyun, raised his hand and pointed at Wu Changqing, the head of the Huashan faction, and said, "You go!"

Wu Changqing hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward with his sword and arched his hand at Fu Qingyun and said, "Huashan sent Wu Changqing, I have heard of Fu Gongzi for a long time, ......."

"What are you talking about!" Lin Zhengjun shouted angrily: "People who practice martial arts, there is so much nonsense!"

Wu Changqing's face twitched when he heard this, and he drew his sword and waved his hand: "Take it!"

Wu Changqing's body moved, people walked with the sword, and the human sword was integrated, which was not much better than the swordsmanship of Li Rufeng, the head of the Hengshan faction.

Fu Qingyun raised his staff to meet him, he saw that Wu Changqing's sword was powerful, as soon as he made a move, he had the feeling that the earth was shaking, and he knew that this was the strongest sword move of the Huashan faction, "Immortal Guidance", and he was busy fighting to deal with it.

Fu Qingyun was secretly surprised in his heart, he had already heard that the master and apprentice of the Huashan faction were upright, but he didn't know why he was willing to be Lin Zhengjun's minions today, and he was the strongest sword move as soon as he made a move, as if he had a deep hatred with him.

Wu Changqing's sword was rolling, approaching Fu Qingyun's chest. Although his sword moves are exquisite, Fu Qingyun's divine sense is very good, and he has already seen his coming, Fu Qingyun penetrates the head of the cane, and goes straight to the center of the sword shadow in the sky.

Fu Qingyun's hand flashed with purple light, this staff seemed to be random, but it was infused with ten percent real strength, domineering and incomparable, he wanted to take down Wu Changqing with one blow and give Lin Zhengjun a dismount.

Just when the wooden staff was about to hit the tip of the sword, Fu Qingyun suddenly caught a glimpse of Wu Changqing's eyes full of guilt in the corner of his eyes, and then he carefully examined it, only to find that although Wu Changqing's sword momentum was sharp, there was no killing intent, and the sharp sword momentum seemed to be just deliberately performed for others to see.

Fu Qingyun's heart froze, and he hurriedly retracted Sancheng's true strength.

"Bang!" the head of the staff pointed the tip of the sword, and the two of them staggered past each other, turning back to fight again.

Wu Changqing's moves are endless, high and low, and a sword is as fast as a sword. Fu Qingyun's wooden staff rolls horizontally, seemingly unorganized and imaginative, but it hides a mystery, and the moves are all hand-made, which is exactly what he has gained from watching the "Cloud Seal Heavenly Book" in Qingyang, and has realized the way to win without a move in the sixth picture "Ziyang".

Although Wu Changqing was deflated by all the moves, he was not in a hurry, and his face showed a look of relief. The more surprised Fu Qingyun was in his heart, he didn't vomit with all his strength, in case he accidentally injured Wu Changqing.

The two exchanged swords, one fought happily and the other fought doubtfully, but in the eyes of others, the two opened and closed, but the battle was extremely fierce.

Lin Zhengjun secretly said happily: "It seems that in the past half a year, although you have not died, your martial arts have not grown." ”

Lin Zhengjun was actually jealous of Fu Qingyun, so he asked Wu Changqing to try his hand first. He saw that Fu Qingyun and Wu Changqing were in a stalemate, thinking that Fu Qingyun had been hit by an arrow from him half a year ago, although he was not dead, his martial arts fell.

The two fought more than 100 moves, and Wu Changqing's sword slashed straight down from top to bottom, which really had the momentum of breaking the earth. Fu Qingyun went to block it with a horizontal cane, and suddenly saw a decisive look on Wu Changqing's face.

Fu Qingyun was puzzled in his heart, Wu Changqing's long sword slid to the left, his chest was open, and Fu Qingyun's wooden staff that had been blocking the long sword hit Wu Changqing's chest with a "bang".

Although Fu Qingyun collected three points of strength, Wu Changqing, with his physical body, could not withstand the power of Fu Qingyun's staff.

Fu Qingyun was stunned and watched Wu Changqing fall to the ground with a look of relief on his face, his heart full of doubts. He didn't know why Wu Changqing's long sword suddenly withdrew and slid away, deliberately killing him.

But in the eyes of others, Wu Changqing was invincible to Fu Qingyun in internal strength, the long sword was blocked by a wooden staff, and the empty door on his chest was exposed by Fu Qingyun's cane.

"Master!" Fang Jun just rushed out, hugging Wu Changqing and crying bitterly.

"No... Don't blame others, it's the master himself...... Myself. Wu Changqing's chest rose and fell violently, and he gasped: "I...... I'm dead, your teacher...... Sister, teacher...... The teacher is ...... It's free. ”

"Apprentice understands!" Fang Jungang's iron man burst into tears.

"Take you to the ...... Mother, sister...... Let's go!" Wu Changqing walked away after speaking, and Fang Jungang looked up to the trombone.

Lin Zhengjun suddenly shouted: "Don't howl, useless things, take your master out!"

Fang Jungang picked up Wu Changqing's corpse and turned to leave without looking back, leaving Fu Qingyun with a puzzled face.

"Come on, I'll play with you!" Lin Zhengjun pulled out his long sword and floated forward. With Wu Changqing in front of him, he thought that with his current cultivation, he could crush Fu Qingyun.

Fu Qingyun's wooden staff shook, and without saying a word, he stepped on, and a cane was like a top Mount Tai and slapped towards Lin Zhengjun's head.

Lin Zhengjun saw that Fu Qingyun's wooden staff was faintly purple, and the sound of breaking through the air was very different, which was completely different from the fight with Wu Changqing just now, and he hurriedly raised his true qi in his heart, and a thick layer of blood suddenly rose on the sword, and the fishy smell was pungent, and he quickly met Fu Qingyun's wooden staff.

"Bang!" The sword staff connected, and the purple and blood rays suddenly twisted, exploded with a bang, and the air shook rapidly, and then spread out in all directions.

"Good guy!" Ji Changfeng exclaimed.

Fu Qingyun and Lin Zhengjun struck hard, and their bodies were shocked, and they each flew back and fell, and as soon as their feet landed, they immediately turned back and pounced.

Lin Zhengjun ran the Demon Sutra with all his might, his blood and qi rushed to the sky, his eyes were blood-red, like a born blood demon, and he swooped towards Fu Qingyun with a long sword wrapped in a layer of blood, and his momentum was amazing.

Looking at Lin Zhengjun's bloody body, thinking of the two brothers learning to play together when they were in Nanyang, Fu Qingyun was in a trance in his mind, and suddenly remembered the death of Brother Liu Xuan, Senior Brother Chu Wenjing, and Cui Ziyun, Fu Qingyun's heart suddenly tingled. Seeing Lin Zhengjun's lightning attack, Fu Qingyun's heart sank, and he ran the "Great Light Sutra", and a circle of purple light appeared on his body, like a halo of sun, dignified and grand.

Both of them are twelve points of true strength, a staff and a sword, cutting through the sky and moving forward quickly.

"Bang!" the earth seemed to shake, and the air exploded quickly, and swept away in all directions with a roar, stirring up layers of waves in the crescent moon lake and rolling it into the distance.

The two of them shook at the same time, and each flew back and faced each other.

The blood qi on Lin Zhengjun's sword exploded as the air exploded, and it quickly shot out in all directions, wafting with a disgusting pungent smell, and everyone couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses. As soon as the blood qi came into contact with the purple mangfu that Fu Qingyun's wooden staff had escaped, it was immediately burned into ashes with a snort.

Fu Qingyun looked at Lin Zhengjun indifferently, shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that after he stepped into the path of Demon Sutra killing, his cultivation would progress so quickly. In terms of skill, Lin Zhengjun's current cultivation is no longer under Luo Yuntian, the head of the original Taihe Sect, no wonder he is so rampant.

Lin Zhengjun's hands trembled slightly, and he was even more surprised in his heart, and he forcibly suppressed the spiral energy that rushed into his body. The blow just now made him angry and bloody, and his chest was so stuffy that he wanted to vomit out his lungs, and his cultivation was obviously not as good as him. Unexpectedly, he shot him in the chest with an arrow half a year ago, not only did he not die, but he also made great progress in martial arts, and still held himself down.

Lin Zhengjun swallowed a mouthful of blood, turned around and said, "Why are you stunned, come with me and kill them all!"

Dozens of masters behind Lin Zhengjun shouted, and sacrificed all kinds of weapons to pounce.

Fu Qingyun swung his staff and attacked forward, Bai Ruxue and Ji Changfeng followed closely with swords, protecting their disciples and struggling to rush forward, and after paying hundreds of lives, they finally jumped out of the encirclement of Lin Zhengjun and others.

Fu Qingyun, Bai Ruxue, and Ji Changfeng moved from the front team to the back team, escorting their disciples to escape out of the valley.

Lin Zhengjun was willing to lead dozens of masters to cover up and kill. Fu Qingyun's appearance ruined his plan to capture the nine heads of the jade wall, which made him angry.

Lin Zhengjun led dozens of masters to fight fiercely, and there were constantly disciples of the Demon Sect who fell. Although Fu Qingyun's martial arts are high, how can he protect all the disciples of the Demon Sect, watching the young disciples fall in a pool of blood.

Everyone fought and retreated, and came to a narrow valley passage less than a foot wide, Fu Qingyun was overjoyed and shouted: "Master Baimen, you take the disciples away, I and the Lord of Jimen are behind the palace!"

"There will be a period later!" Bai Ruxue knew that the situation was dangerous, and he was not verbose, and immediately led his disciples to retreat quickly outside the valley.

Fu Qingyun and Ji Changfeng guarded the narrow passage like door gods, preventing Lin Zhengjun and others from chasing and killing the disciples of the Demon Sect.

Lin Zhengjun pounced with a few masters, Fu Qingyun's wooden staff rolled horizontally, Ji Changfeng's sword light flickered, and a purple light and a cold light staggered in the air, firmly guarding the narrow valley passage.

Lin Zhengjun and Fu Qingyun faced each other again, Lin Zhengjun relied on the many masters around him, and he fought hard with Fu Qingyun as soon as he came up, but Fu Qingyun was not afraid, and with the narrow valley, he could not stop Lin Zhengjun and others from taking a step forward.

"Bang!" the two fought hard again, and each fell back.

Lin Zhengjun spat out a mouthful of blood, pointed at Fu Qingyun and laughed cruelly: "Whoever killed this bastard, I will pass on half of his Demon Sutra." ”

Dozens of martial arts figures were all shocked when they heard this, and they rushed towards Fu Qingyun and Ji Changfeng.

Fu Qingyun and Ji Changfeng tried their best, and for a while, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the shadow of the staff was all over the sky. Fu Qingyun's wooden staff was directed towards, purple mangs shot vigorously, and the spiral qi came out through the staff, a pillar of incense kung fu, and the other party had more than a dozen people falling to the ground with a cane.

But the two of them are not cast in iron, and under the crazy attack of dozens of people in turn, their bodies have been painted in many places, and they are stained with blood.

Fu Qingyun was anxious, and looked down the mountain out of the corner of his eye, only to see Bai Ruxue and hundreds of Demon Sect disciples rushing towards the outside of the mountain, and had not yet escaped from the valley.

According to the plan, Bai Ruxue wanted to escape from the valley with the disciples of the Demon Gate, pick up the women, children, and children who escaped by boat from Crescent Lake, and then temporarily hide in an agreed secret place outside the mountain to avoid Lin Zhengjun and others.

"Master Ji, you go first!" Fu Qingyun saw that Ji Changfeng was covered in blood and was exhausted, and wanted Ji Changfeng to go first.

"You go! The life and death of the eldest lady is unknown, I can't live without you!" Ji Changfeng insisted.

Fu Qingyun knew that Ji Changfeng would never leave him to go first, so he roared, waved his staff to attack a few quick moves, and said, "Let's hold on for another moment and go together!"

Fu Qingyun and Ji Changfeng struggled to block it, while Lin Zhengjun and the others took turns to fight, not letting the two of them take a breather.

After blocking for a while, smoke suddenly rose from the side of the five-color gate stockade, obviously the Xuanhan officers and soldiers crossed the back mountain and entered the five-color gate, and set the stockade on fire.

Ji Changfeng saw that the five-color door was gone, his mind was in a trance, and a long sword suddenly stabbed him, Ji Changfeng couldn't dodge, and was immediately pierced by a sharp sword.

"Master Jimen!" Fu Qingyun turned around and swept out with a cane, forcing the other party to retreat, and picked up Ji Changfeng and retreated.

"Qingyun, don't... me, you're ...... Let's go!"

"Let's go, let's go!" Fu Qingyun said firmly, carrying Ji Changfeng on his shoulders and rushing out of the valley.