"Half a life of idleness and seclusion in Xilin, thousands of miles of yellow sand is not seen. Once he lifted his sword to break the way of heaven, he asked the prince arrogantly!"

Listening to four more poems, the wind is stronger, and there seems to be a ghost crying and howling in the whistling sound, which is gloomy and infiltrating. This Longcheng immortal couldn't help but panic, and he lost his immortal demeanor. The sword in his hand trembled slightly, and it was the spirit in the sword that was afraid.

The ice-blue rain sword swirled in the air a few times, and then flew back into the black-faced man's hand. Zhongxi Hou raised his hand upwards and held the Listening Rain Sword. His eyes were arrogant, and there was nothing else except the unparalleled aura of the king who looked down on the world.

Another voice came faintly, the voice was a little joking, and said, "Brother Hou, you are really, a swordsman, you don't even bring a sword when you go out." ”

Zhongxi Hou snorted coldly, and then said: "Xiaoyu, you have promised to be a brother and a master, and you will help the Mo family survive this calamity." ”

The owner of that voice is naturally the twelfth senior brother of Zhongxi Hou, the twelfth senior brother who lingers like a song, Jian Yufei. Jian Yufei jumped down from a big tree with only a few broken branches, he was dressed in an ice blue robe, and his originally white face was also a little embarrassed at the moment. When Zhong Xihou saw this face, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Xiaoyu, are you injured?"

Hearing his senior brother's concerned inquiry, Jian Yufei's face showed a little pity, and he said, "Alas, it's really a pity, it's a pity." Brother Hou, I was just a little bit, just a little bit, and I was hacked to death by someone with a sword. It's a pity, it's a pity, that guy is physically exhausted, and he finally ran away. ”

Zhong Xihou's brows furrowed a little deeper, although he knew that Xiaoyu was bent on death, but every time he heard such words, he finally felt some, some, awkward.

"Since you are not dead, these eight immortals in front of you are your chance. ”

Jian Yufei first looked at the Long Cheng Immortal not far in front of him, but shook his head disdainfully, and then looked up at the seven white-clothed immortals and black dragons in the air, this time he nodded.

Jian Yufei's expression changed, and Long Cheng Immortal naturally saw it in his eyes. He never expected that a mere worldly ant would dare to show such a disdainful look when treating such an immortal as himself. Long Cheng Immortal couldn't help but be even more angry, clenched the sword in his hand, and didn't pay attention to Liu Sanqing, and rushed towards Jian Yufei like that.

Just when he was less than a foot away from Jian Yufei, Jian Yufei glared angrily at her, and her steps stopped, and then her calves weakened, her knees bent, and she fell to the ground.

Jian Yufei walked past him like that, her voice was cold, her tone was still contemptuous, and she said, "It's ridiculous that just ants, who have not peeped into the way of heaven, dare to call themselves immortals?" ”

Jian Yufei then waved his hand, and the water vapor in the atmosphere condensed, forming into an ice crystal sword. The sword grip in his hand, although it is not as good as listening to the rain sword, but it is not bad. But this sword, Jian Yufei was not used to slash, the forehand was changed to the backhand, and then a javelin shooting posture, running two steps, "whoosh", the ice crystal sword was shot out by him like this.

The Ice Crystal Sword was so powerful that even those immortals had never seen it. Without waiting for the immortals to make any more moves, the Ice Crystal Sword was already approaching. The handsome white-clothed immortal couldn't help but destroy the huge tortoiseshell magic weapon to change its direction to block the ice crystal sword.

The huge tortoise shell changed its position, and in front of them, another wave of sword qi shot down in the sky.

The sturdy white-clothed immortal had to be violently lifted by his immortal power, and he turned into four gossip earth shields in a row, which blocked Mo Ming's attack. He never thought that in their eyes, the Mo family's sword-bearer, who was as weak as a little doll, would be terrifying after he woke up.

And when the Ice Crystal Sword touched the huge tortoise shell that had just changed its position, the Ice Crystal Sword shattered in an instant. A sneer appeared at the corner of the handsome white-clothed immortal's mouth, and his eyes were as arrogant as Zhongxihou's. But then, his eyes glazed over, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

When the Ice Crystal Sword shattered, his huge tortoise shell also cracked and destroyed. Then they turned into pieces no bigger than a fist, and when the wind blew, these fragments dissipated like sand.

The white-clothed immortals also noticed the damage to their companions' treasures, and they all frowned and wondered, puzzled. The white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern in the sky knew that this new young man in ice blue robe was not a general, he looked at the black dragon, and then at the young man in ice blue robe, and finally clenched the spirit sword in his hand, and his figure was swift, shooting towards Jian Yufei.

Looking at the immortals in the sky, chic and fast, Jian Yufei shook her head and sighed, and her tone even revealed a bit of envy, and said: "Don't say flying to the sky, don't say riding the wind, it's just the sword, I can be so free, that's good." It's a pity, I can't do it, you're still embarrassed in front of me, it's too unkind!"

The last four words were extremely heavy, and then I saw Jian Yufei with one hand, and two qi blades formed in an instant. Then I saw that his knees were slightly bent, and then a catapult leaped up. The speed at which he leaped up was no less than the speed at which his ice crystal sword shot out.

Seeing Jian Yufei flying towards him, the white-clothed immortal with flame patterns in the sky was first startled, and then his eyes were full of ecstasy. Holding the spirit sword in his hand with both hands, he slashed with one swing. But helplessly, things did not go as he expected. When the sword slashed into Jian Yufei's body, the blade had already sunk into the flesh, but if you want to enter another point, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Looking at the other party's face, there was a hideous and terrifying smile on that face, and then the white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern in the sky only felt a slight chill in his abdomen, and looked down, his eyes couldn't help but dim. The qi blade in Jian Yufei's hand had already penetrated his abdomen, and blood flowed out, quickly soaking the fairy robe as white as snow.

But Jian Yufei had more than one qi blade in his hand, the other qi blade slashed, and the right arm of the white-clothed immortal with flame pattern towards the sky was cut off by Qi Gen. Then, Jian Yufei's right leg was raised, and with a strong kick, the white-clothed immortal was kicked into the air, and he fell back to the ground. The moment the flying sword broke away from Jian Yufei's body, blood splattered from the wound, and even a lot of it directly touched the robe of the white-clothed immortal. Let's play

After landing, Jian Yufei's hand loosened, and the qi blade dissipated. His wounds began to bleed, and the same blood soaked his icy blue robes. The index finger of his left hand wiped the wound and was stained with a lot of blood. Put your index finger to your mouth and taste it gently, your face full of intoxication.

The white-clothed immortal who was still flying behind also saw this scene, and at this moment there was no anger in his heart, but fear.

Then, he heard the voice of the young man in the ice blue robe on the ground and said helplessly: "Alas, after all, he is not a real immortal, so he can only break through this hole." ”

After that, what he saw in the eyes of the white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern in the sky made his mind even more blank. That kind of blankness is the fear of fear to the extreme.

The young man in the ice blue robe just touched the wound with his hand, and the sword wound that was cut open healed in an instant. Even the crimson blood that flowed out, or soaked through the robes, flew back to the wound on its own, leaving not a single drop. And the blood that splashed on his body turned into blood-red ice crystals at this moment, and this ice crystal was still spreading. His body began to gradually lose its contentment, but before he could shout, his whole body was wrapped in blood-red ice crystals.

A voice still came leisurely behind Jian Yufei, listening to him: "Xiaoyu, these people may be your opponents?"

Jian Yufei turned around, and Zhong Xihou's body had a few more fresh blood cuts, but those blood cuts only hurt the flesh and skin, not even the shins.

"Brother Hou, you have cheated your junior brother this time. These people, but Jin Dan cultivates, otherwise, I'll try this black dragon. No, no. Jian Yufei looked at the almost lifeless black dragon, couldn't help shaking her head, and muttered, "I heard that the black dragon of the Mo family is a god cultivator, I glanced at it casually, but it is only a Jin Dan cultivator, this gap is not one or two points." ”

But Jin Dan cultivates!

With such arrogant words, Zhong Xihou had to look bitter. Is it really a group of disciples under the Master's Throne, only himself, the only waste material?

"Brother Hou, you can use the sword technique to deal with these half-hangers early, why do you grind and chirp?"

Hearing the swordsmanship, Zhong Xihou's bitterness added a little more, and then said: "Once you use it, the sword intent is one point less, and being a brother is not a demon like you and your junior brother." The sword intent of the elder brother dissipated, and he could not re-cultivate. In addition, although my brother is not afraid of death, he wants to live well. ”

Jian Yufei smiled, nodded vigorously, and said, "It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive." Brother Hou, you're talking nonsense, I'll help you kill those so-called immortals first, you, just go over there and drag out the dead ghost in the little junior brother's body!"

As the words fell, Jian Yufei took another leap and shot towards the immortals in the sky.

And Liu Sanqing also heard the conversation between Zhongxi Hou and Jian Yufei, and he looked at the Longcheng Immortal who was covered with sword marks on the ground and died of blood loss, and his expression was also complicated.

"Zhongcheng Lord, if you had urged such skills from the beginning, such as a song, you wouldn't have to end up like this. ”

Zhong Xihou nodded, but shook his head again, and explained: "The talent of the little junior brother is no less than that of Xiaoyu. It's a pity, it's a pity, what the little junior brother has learned in his life is too complicated. Gu Zeng probed, the junior brother's martial arts cultivation wanted to break through to the Hongmeng Quadruple Realm, and he wouldn't have too many chances. So, Brother Sanqing, do you understand Lone's hard work?"

Liu Sanqing looked helpless, but his tone was a lot more relaxed, and he joked: "Zhongcheng Lord, a crooked fight is a crooked beating, how can you have such a thick skin, and you seem to have good intentions?"

When Zhong Xihou heard this, he laughed, and then said seriously: "Brother Sanqing, you should also come out." Occupying the body of the little junior brother like this, it will damage his yang energy after all. ”

Liu Sanqing also nodded, and then a white light emanated from Yingruge's body, and Yingruge's body was weak and almost fell to the ground. But a gust of wind came slowly, and the haunting body floated to the tree where Jian Yufei had stood, and sat down with his back to him.

Seeing that Ying Ruge had lost his ability to move and fainted again, the county lord in the distance could no longer suppress his emotions and ran to this end again.

But before she could get closer, Zhong Xihou stood in front of her. Seeing this mature beauty who should be charming and seductive, Pear Blossom is crying with rain, and most of the original delicate makeup on her face has been spent, like that, it looks really weird.

"Lord Zhongcheng, maybe get out of the way, let me, let me see my Tu'er······"

His eyes were earnest, and his tone was full of pleading.

But the black-faced man who stopped in front of her shook his head, and then his tone was cold, and he couldn't hear his feelings: "The Mo family gave birth to him with kindness, and it is unrighteous to abandon him." The junior brother has already transferred all the twelve veins of Qiyuan to the master of Mo Zhuang, and has repeatedly solved the crisis for the Mo family. Now that the little junior brother and your Mo family have clear grievances, they have nothing to do in this life. ”