The cold light and bloodthirsty between the swings of the big knife made Yi Qiuxue's heart tense.

This was the first time Yi Qiuxue saw Leng Yanhan take out her blade, but she didn't expect the scene to be so terrifying.

Yi Qiuxue knew that she had no way out, and flew over with the Lantian Sword.

The swords touched each other, and the fire was shining.

The Lan Tian Sword, which was originally no more than the size of a palm, was as big as a sickle in an instant, directly resisting the cold bloodthirsty demon blade.

"What benefits did Xuantian promise you?" Leng Yanhan asked Yi Qiuxue with a big knife.

Yi Qiuxue subconsciously looked at Xuantian Master, and was really a little surprised to see that he was actually sitting up on the spot with his eyes closed at this time.

Yi Qiuxue pinched her heart, knowing that she couldn't disturb him at this time, and she was afraid that Leng Yanhan would cheat halfway, so she smiled and said, "You guess?"

"How much cultivation he gives you, this seat can do the same!" Leng Yanhan still did not forget to brainwash Yi Qiuxue.

"It's not rare, there is such a thing as skill, what others give is not called ability, only what you have cultivated hard can really belong to yourself!"

Yi Qiuxue felt that this fox was nagging today, did he still want to fight at the bottom?

Just when Yi Qiuxue was distracted, Leng Han freed up a hand and pointed at the center of Yi Qiuxue's eyebrows.

In a moment, the purple light appeared, and the Xuantian Master stretched out a palm, opposite the cold palm.

Yi Qiuxue was so shocked that she was sweating, knowing that she was almost attacked by the cold cold.

The old fox wants to calculate others at any time!

also blamed himself for his lack of experience, neglect of defense, and almost fell into his way.

Yi Qiuxue fell from the sky, and the ball had returned to its normal shape at this time, squatting at Yi Qiuxue's feet, looking at the two people whose wheels seemed to be tumbling in the air.

"Master, are you alright?"

Just now, Qiuqiu saw Yi Qiuxue's fighting spirit, and applauded Yi Qiuxue, and when he turned around, he saw that Yi Qiuxue was calculated by the cold, and he was so angry that he grinded his cat teeth, and he couldn't wait to rush up and gnaw the throat of the cold fox, but unfortunately he didn't have a chance to make a move, and the god had already gone.

"It's okay!" Yi Qiuxue replied as she looked at the air, but she was worried about Xuantian Master in her heart.

She couldn't tell where Xuantian Master was injured, but she could feel that he was trembling slightly when he received Leng Yanhan's palm just now.

If he hadn't made an immediate move just now, he wouldn't have finished his little life.

The two of them in the air were thunderous as soon as they made a move, and the Xuantian Master had already shown his divine sword enlightenment.

When Qingwu came out of the sheath, there was a dragon groan, the sword body was silver-white, the texture was like a silk, and when it was waved, the light was rippling, like a silver dragon dancing in the air.

After a while, the cold bloodthirsty demon blade was restrained, and the cold and cold magic knife made a low metallic sound, and the knife tried to break free, but it couldn't break free by all means.

Leng Yanhan was worried that if he continued like this, his blade would be purified by the Qingwu Sword, and he suddenly let go of his hand.

The magic blade left its master, and the blade flickered, turning into a one-horned fire Jiao with a two-foot body.

The fire Jiao's mouth opened and spewed a fireball at the Xuantian Master, but fortunately, the Xuantian Master reacted quickly and blocked the fireball with the Qingwu Sword.

Master Xuantian knew that Leng Yan Han had been defeated, and said with a smile: "Every time you use this trick, if I were your sword, I would have abandoned you a long time ago." ”

Huo Jiao was shocked by Master Xuantian's words, and looked at Leng Yanhan with his mouth open, his eyes were aggrieved, as if he was confiding in Leng Yanhan.

Seeing that Huojiao suddenly stopped attacking, Leng Han saw that something was wrong, and quickly recited a spell to take it back, and then flashed with a knife.

As soon as the cold and cold passed, the dark clouds gradually receded, and the moon peeked through half of its small face, and the moonlight shone on the earth like water.

Yi Qiuxue saw that the wind and rain had passed, and she didn't know who would win and who would lose between Xuantian Master and Leng Yanhan's bottom?

Since playing Qiuqiu, he took the initiative to be Yi Qiuxue's mount, and Yi Qiuxue likes to ride it for a ride.

Without saying a word, Qiuqiu made the cat's body as big as an elephant, and flew into the clouds with Yi Qiuxue on his shoulder.

The clouds were filled with the smell of blood and an indescribable fragrance of flowers, this floral fragrance Yi Qiuxue recognized, it was the unique breath of Xuantian Master, this breath was not the same as the last two smells, it can only be said that this time it became more and more intense.

She let Qiuqiu find his breath.

The clouds were very thick, layered on top of each other like a quilt, and Yi Qiuxue picked up dozens of clouds in a row, and finally found the Xuantian Master who had fainted on one of the thickest clouds.

Xuantian Master fell on the clouds with his sword in his hand, and his purple clothes were stained with blood.

"Great God, where are you hurt?"

Yi Qiuxue let Qiuqiu get closer, and then helped Xuantian Master up.

She didn't dare to step into the clouds, she knew that with her current cultivation, she had not yet reached the point of flying through the clouds, and if she rushed up, she would definitely fall to pieces.

Xuantian Master sat on the back of the ball and sighed, a wisp of blood hung at the corner of his lips, the blood had not dried up, and it was still dripping down from time to time. Yi Qiuxue expected him to have suffered internal injuries. The blood stains on his clothes just now were stained with the blood that he had spurted out himself.

Seeing that Xuantian Master didn't make a sound, Yi Qiuxue let the ball fly down the clouds, and found a stable place before putting Xuantian Master down.

"Great God, where is the medicine?" Yi Qiuxue called Xuantian Master.

Xuantian Master opened his eyes when he heard the sound and pointed to his left sleeve.

Yi Qiuxue put her hand into her sleeve and took out more than a dozen bottles of medicine from his sleeve.

Looking at these large and small jars, Yi Qiuxue didn't know which one to give him?

Seeing that he was really injured, he opened the medicine jar, and after smelling them one by one, he picked out two bottles of good smell and gave them to Master Xuantian.

Who knew that after Xuantian Master finished taking the medicine, the person woke up, but the injury was also aggravated.

Xuantian Master knew that he couldn't let Yi Qiuxue Hu come, so after taking back those large and small medicine jars, he picked out two of the most inconspicuous bottles, poured a pill the size of a grain of rice and swallowed it, and then meditated cross-legged.

Yi Qiuxue knew that she had almost killed someone, holding the Lantian Sword in her hand, and leading the ball to protect the Xuantian Master.

After touching a little Zhou Tian, Xuantian Master opened his eyes again.

He retracted his true anger and looked at Yi Qiuxue in front of him: "Medicine, this thing can't be eaten indiscriminately!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed, and after a while, another mouthful of blood spurted out, so frightened that Yi Qiuxue hurriedly wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

This wipe accidentally touched his mask, which had loosened a corner and obviously had a tendency to fall.

Why don't you just uncover it?

Do what you want.

Her hand stretched out towards the mask of the Xuantian Master, thinking that it was unstoppable, but she was held by a green onion white suke hand, "Are you sure you want to see it?"

Yi Qiuxue looked at the captured wrist and said humbly, "Who ...... Say I want to see it, I see that your mask is loose, help you get it right!"

Xuantian Master knew that she was lying, let go of her hand, brushed her purple robe, got up and said, "Those who have seen the face of the deity are nothing more than two kinds of people. ”

"Which two?"

Yi Qiuxue still had some expectations to be able to see the true face of the Xuantian Master.

"The first is the dead!"

Yi Qiuxue shook her head, "This...... Forget it, my life is precious! What about the other one?"

"My people!"

Yi Qiuxue breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I'm also a disciple of the outer chamber of the Great God, it shouldn't matter if I look at the true face of the Great God!"

"A disciple is not a person who is a deity!" Xuantian Master glanced at Yi Qiuxue and explained.

Yi Qiuxue let out an "oh" in disappointment.