Protecting Qin Cha was Gao Ming's only thought at this time.

The left hand swiped across the storage bag, and a huge ruler appeared.

It was as if there was a spirit element flowing into the meridians from every pore, and then surging down the meridians to the hands.

In the Divine Cultivation Jade, a pitch-black ghost leaned out of half of his body, and his pitch-black hands were pressed against the Xuantie ruler together.

The four arms, against the Xuantie ruler, use the Xuantie ruler as a shield, fit towards the sword that reaches the sky.

The sword was silver and dazzling, as if it had fallen from the Moon Palace above the Nine Heavens and smashed on the Xuantie ruler.

There was no suspense, and sure enough, with a "boom", a blood mist rose, and Gao Ming's figure was like a cannonball that was shot out, shooting down from mid-air and shooting towards the camp tent.

However, the camp tent was saved, and the camp tent was not torn by the sword.

However, the tent was still broken, and a big hole was smashed by Gao Ming's body.

The flying sword was held at the feet of the sword cultivator, and the sword cultivator floated in the air.

That sword cultivator obviously didn't expect Gao Ming to jump out to block this blow at all, and his eyes were a little low and a little surprised.

Looking down along the entrance of the cave, the sword cultivator's eyes were even more condensed.

Gao Ming blocked this heavy blow, and he was already decadent and languishing, and the Xuantie ruler also fell to the ground weakly.

However, Gao Ming did not fall to the ground.

It's not that Gao Ming is strong, but someone catches him behind him.

The man put one palm on Gao Ming's back, and caught Gao Ming steadily. The majestic true qi surged towards Gao Ming's body, combing the meridians for Gao Ming.

It's an old palm.

The one who caught Gao Ming was the mysterious old man, and the object of Gao Ming's protection, Lord Qincha!

The eastern sky was white. The darkest hour before dawn is coming to an end, and the sun is about to rise.

The candles inside the tent were brightly lit, completely different from the dimness outside.

The four maids were already frightened and hid in the corners of the tent, huddled together. The middle-aged butler sat calmly in his chair, still wearing the ridiculous hat.

Lao Qincha was still wearing a hat, but he held Gao Ming and appeared generously under the hole in the camp tent.

Lao Qincha flipped his palm, took out a golden pill, and fed it into Gao Ming's mouth. Then he waved his hand and shouted to the maids, "Come here, help this lord to rest." ”

The voice was a little hoarse, but surprisingly sharp and thin.

And Gao Ming was in a state of malaise at this time, trying to sort out his injured meridians along the majestic true yuan gushing out of the palm of his back.

When the pill enters the abdomen, it immediately turns into pure medicinal power and rises with the spiritual power, and spreads along the meridians to all parts of the body to repair the damage. Looking at this potency, it should be an extremely rare and superb elixir.

The maid trembled forward and helped Gao Ming to the side. And the sword cultivator in the air seemed to be contemplating something.

Suddenly, the sword cultivator's momentum rose, and the two flying swords under his feet turned into two streams of light and shot towards the old man.

And he himself had no support under his feet, and he fell from the sky, but with countless fierce sword qi, he twisted towards the camp.

The flying sword took the lead and quickly pressed towards the old man.

The old man was not in a hurry, his palms slapped forward, and the majestic wind and waves pushed forward. The qi wave was condensed, and the sharp flying sword couldn't be cut, and they were suddenly slapped and flew back.

The old man rose from the ground, wrapped in a huge force and forced towards the sword cultivator who was falling downward.

Seeing such a shocking change, the sword light condensed, condensed into a condensed sword light, and slashed towards the oncoming old man.

The two forces of momentum collided in mid-air, and the sword cultivator was actually knocked out and flew out.

The top of the tent was not crushed by Jian Xiu, but a huge hole was knocked out by the old man.

The flying sword flew back, and the sword cultivator stepped on the flying sword and stood in the air. When I looked back, my eyes couldn't help but be full of surprise.

I saw that the old man was really through and stood out of thin air!

The two of them are one high and one low, the sword cultivation is on the top, and the old man is on the bottom. The old man stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the sword cultivator with a sense of pride in looking down.

The sword cultivator's eyes showed an unprecedented solemnity.

This is, beyond the golden pill, above the perfect real person!

Soon, the sword cultivator seemed to have made up some kind of determination, and his momentum was further condensed, turning into a sword ray, rolling and slashing from the air.

The old man folded his sleeves and raised his hand, and thousands of swords shot like countless swords, shooting towards the sword cultivator in the air. When I looked closely, the old man turned out to be a snowy whisk in his hand.

A series of swords clashing suddenly sounded in the air. That sword cultivator didn't know how many sword rays flew away at this moment.

However, even so, the sword cultivator's whereabouts were still unabated, and with a condensed sword light, he slashed towards the old man.

The old man was not afraid at all, and flew forward, brushing the dust on the dust, and it was also a condensed sword light, facing the sword cultivator.

The two swords slammed into each other and exploded, scattering silver snakes in the night sky.

The old man was still superior, and the sword cultivator was pulled out by gravity.

However, before the old man could pursue, two streamers flew over, and it was the flying sword of the sword cultivator.

The old man swept the dust, "ding" twice, and the flying sword was swept away.

However, the sound of breaking the wind did not subside, and three more flying swords broke through the air, coming in an instant.

The old man was startled, his figure retreated, and the dusty silver silk wheel danced.

"Ding Ding Ding!" The three flying swords were swept away again.

However, it's not over yet.

Six flying swords, drawing arcs, went hand in hand.

The old man suddenly looked in a hurry, sweeping the dust from side to side.

In the air, the sword cultivator came with a sword again.

The old man was shocked and angry for a while: "Who are you sacred!"

Inside the camp, Gao Ming barely stabilized his injuries.

Hearing the old man's shrill anger, Gao Ming was relieved for a while, got up and walked to the top of the camp to investigate under the hole.

When I looked up, I couldn't help but be shocked!

I saw eleven flying swords in the air surrounding the old man, and the siege continued.

And in the dazzling offensive of the eleven flying swords, there was also a figure flying around the old man, as agile as a swallow.

The previous sword cultivator, with eleven flying swords, was flying in the air, constantly flying towards the old man.

The eleven flying swords, just like the eleven moving stakes, not only flew towards the old man one after another to launch attacks, but also when the sword cultivation landed, there was always a flying sword that landed at his feet, allowing him to borrow strength.

That sword cultivation relied on eleven flying swords, and it was like walking on the ground in the air. The three-foot sword in his hand was as bright as a rainbow, and the sword qi was like weaving, forming a big net of Luo Tian, surrounding the old man and strangling him.

That sword cultivator himself has superb swordsmanship, but he doesn't want to fly the sword, and his skills are even more handy. While concentrating on the long sword in his hand, he attacked the old man head-on with his strong swordsmanship and body skills, and at the same time he also controlled eleven flying swords, and the flying swords were agile and not chaotic at all.

This kind of swordsmanship is amazing!

The old man swept the dust frantically left and right, constantly sweeping away the flying swords that were as annoying as flies in the sky, but extremely sharp and sharp, but he still had to devote his thoughts to fight with a top swordsman.

The old man stumbled left and right, passively defended, and completely fell into the rhythm of the opponent.

The old man was furious: "This kind of swordsmanship, who are you sacred?"

But while speaking, he only heard a soft sound of "snort", and a small hole was cut by a sword light on the edge of the hat.

The old man was even more furious!

And that sword cultivator never said a word, only caught the old man and strangled him.

The old man pondered for a while, and finally the true yuan broke out, and his momentum skyrocketed.

"Snort", a flying sword cut through the clothes on the old man's shoulder.

"Snort", another sword qi cut through the old man's trouser leg.

There are also flying swords breaking through the air one after another. However, the dust in the old man's hand had already skyrocketed, and the silver mangs seemed to be overwhelming, sweeping away all the flying swords one by one.

However, at this same moment, the sword cultivator picked up the old man's hat with a sword.

Although the old man retreated violently and dodged, he was still picked off the hat.

It's him!

Gao Ming was horrified.

The old man's face was full of anger, and he swept away the dust with his backhand.

The two swords struck each other, and the sword cultivator was immediately thrown out.