Du Zhan curled up on the cold stone slab and shivered, the fishy sweetness in his mouth, the pain in his chest and abdomen, made his whole person look crazy, his eyes were full of monstrous anger, and his whole face was gloomy and terrible.

The corners of Sikong Haoran's mouth overflowed with a touch of scarlet again, and although he dodged most of the sword qi attacks at six times his body speed, some of the attacks were still on his body.

Du Zhanhao had just broken through, and the full force of the Great Sword Master's mid-level strength could not be so easy to dodge. Fortunately, he is not proficient enough in this stunt, and he also has the Wind Trace Cloud Shadow Body and the Immortal Golden Body Body, otherwise it will be difficult to avoid this mortal disaster this time.

Leng Tian smiled, Ye Zimo and the others couldn't believe what they saw in front of them, they were also the intermediate strength of the Great Sword Master, why was this kid so perverted, seeing his strange body under Du Zhanhao's "Phaseless Sword Song", and the faint golden light under the tattered cyan robe, they were dumbfounded, stunned one by one.

The two of them quickly approached Du Zhanhao, and helped him stand up from the cold ground, his embarrassed appearance was still the same as the high spirit just now, the violent ups and downs in his chest, and the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, indicating that they had lost again.

Sikong Haoran didn't wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, nor did he pay attention to the injuries in his body, the bun on his head was already messy, draped over his ragged cyan robe.

In the afterglow of the sunset, his long hair swayed with the evening breeze, and in the eyes of the people who watched around, he was as terrible as a devil who came out of hell at this moment, and the momentum on his body continued to rise, walking step by step in the direction where Du Zhanhao was.

"The sword comes. ”

Sikong Haoran's right hand was held backwards, and the long sword buried deep in the pothole broke through the ground, and was grabbed by Sikong Haoran in the palm of his hand, since you want to put me to death, then you should have been prepared to pay the price of your life.

Without a word, Sikong Haoran's figure disappeared in place, and a sword light that was colder than the ice of ten thousand years appeared in the eyes of the three of them.

"Bell!"

Just as Sikong Haoran's long sword was about to pierce the throats of the three people, a sword shadow blocked in front of them, and the two of them took three steps back at the same time.

Sikong Haoran stared coldly at a figure that appeared in front of him, Long Jingzhao, the prince of the Dragon Teng Empire who had a hostility at the first sight of him. Deep eyes, seemingly calm eyes hidden under the dark light, between the gestures exuded a sense of arrogance from the bones.

"How is this for today!" It is not like intercession, it is not like persuasion, but with a strong sense of warning, a kind of alms from the superior to the common people.

Just as Long Jingzhao finished saying the last word of this sentence, he felt a subtle fluctuation of Xuan Qi behind him, a fierce sword qi, and a warning sign from the depths of his heart. At the last moment, there is no time to think, and the backhand is a sword.

"Woohoo!"

A trail of blood appeared on his left shoulder, and if he hadn't reacted in time, the arm would have been permanently ill, if it had been saved.

The scene that just happened was between one and two breaths, and the onlookers only found out at this time that there were two Sikong Haoran in this empty place, and after a breath, the figure in the original position gradually blurred until it disappeared.

This scene was too unbelievable for the outer disciples of the Sword Sect who were onlookers, and for Long Jingzhao, there were huge waves in his heart, and he learned from Du Zhanhao and Leng Tianxiao that Sikong Haoran's body was very weird, and when he first heard them say, he scoffed, how powerful a kid from a poor rural place can be, but after experiencing it himself, he found that he had made a low-level mistake, a mistake that would be fatal if he made a slight mistake.

Long Jingzhao looked at the sword mark on his left shoulder, a bloodthirsty sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he turned his head to look at the cold Sikong Haoran and said, "I really underestimated you, and you are qualified to be my opponent." ”

The steel sword in Sikong Haoran's hand was buzzing and trembling, ignoring Long Jingzhao's taunt, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his figure disappeared in place again, he really wanted to see how invincible the son of the Dragon Teng Empire who spoke wildly.

"Why doesn't this kid play cards according to the routine, he will do it when he says it, without dragging his feet!"

"Surrounded by strong enemies, he didn't flinch, he didn't flinch, he had a strange body, exquisite swordsmanship, and he was brave and strategic, this young man was a model for my generation

！”

"Friends are in trouble, sacrifice their lives for each other, even in the face of many strong enemies, they are not afraid, admire and admire!"

"The two of them are the inner disciples of this year, one is the disciple of Elder Ye of Cloud Shadow Peak, and the other is the disciple of Elder Yang of Shuangshi Peak, it is not so much that they are fighting, but rather that they are competing between the two peaks. ”

The two of them were immersed in the comings and goings of you, completely ignoring what they were saying, one after another sword qi slashed horizontally, leaving sword marks and footprints of different shades on the floor under their feet wherever they passed.

"Law enforcement team?"

"Why are they here?"

At this moment, a group of seven people came from the front, and among them was a young man, whose face was indifferent, like perennial snow, cold and biting.

"Qing Yu. Shi Tianshuo and Shi Tiandong glanced at each other, and the young man led by them was a friend of the three of them, and greeted Qing Yu in surprise.

Qing Yu saw the scars on their bodies, as well as Sikong Haoran, who was in rags during the fight, and also saw that there were blood stains on his body and at the corners of his mouth, a trace of sharpness flashed in his eyes, and his figure disappeared in front of the eyes of the six people, kicking Long Jingzhao in the back.

Long Jingzhao discovered their existence when the seven people appeared, and saw Qing Yu, knowing that he had a great relationship with Sikong Haoran, the moment Qing Yu disappeared, he got rid of the battle situation, stood in the back and looked coldly at Qing Yu, who shot without hesitation, and let out a cold snort.

"Can the law enforcement team now ignore the law and discipline of the Sword Sect and make a sneak attack?Or does your Tianzhu Peak not take the law and discipline of the Sword Sect in your eyes at all?" Long Jingzhao looked at a sword mark on his chest, the hot pain made his dark eyes even deeper, and he sneered at the captain of the law enforcement team led by him, his words could not be said to be unreprimanding.

The first captain of the law enforcement team, dressed in a cyan robe, was more than five feet tall, and there was a wisp of murderous aura blooming between his eyebrows, and walked five meters in front of Long Jingzhao, the long sword in his hand was on the stone slab in front of him, and his hands were on the hilt of the sword, "Say it again!"

The four eyes are facing each other, and the saber is tense.

The momentum on Long Jingzhao's body was also uncompromising, and he looked at the captain of the law enforcement team in front of him coldly.

"Stand back now, this is the last warning!" The hand resting on the hilt of the sword raised slightly, and a trace of sword qi overflowed from the scabbard, blowing gently like a breeze, but not as soft as a breeze.

Long Jingzhao knew that what he said just now was a double-edged sword, and if he continued to entangle like this, it would be a lose-lose situation. Glancing over, he looked at Qing Yu and Sikong Haoran, "Sword Sect Peak Exchange Meeting, I hope to see the two of you! I think, you are also looking forward to it!"

Sikong Haoran took a step forward and looked at Long Jingzhao and Du Zhanhao behind him, "If you want to challenge me, I am ready to wait, if you hurt my friends again, the Sword Sect is your burial place!"

"Is this a warning?"

"This is my last word to you!"

Long Jingzhao and Sikong Haoran said a word, and there was not a trace of aura fluctuation on their bodies, and they looked at each other like this, but the sword marks and blood stains on the two of them revealed a sense of slaughter.

Long Jingzhao put away his sword and stood, glanced meaningfully at the captain of the law enforcement team led by him, then turned around and disappeared into the last trace of the sunset with Du Zhanhao and a few others.

The hand raised by the captain of the law enforcement team slowly put down, and the breath that permeated the air also disappeared, and he turned to look at Qing Yu, he was very surprised in his heart, since he entered Tianzhu Peak, he was all alone and indifferent, today's abnormal behavior really impressed him, he didn't expect him to have such a side, "After returning to the peak, I will go and receive the punishment myself!"

Before leaving, he indifferently glanced at the young man who treated him differently from his junior and younger brothers, and then disappeared into the hazy night.

Sikong Haoran wanted to stop Qing Yu, but this papaya face didn't give him any time to speak, so angry that the corners of his mouth kept twitching, and a trace of blush slowly slipped from his lips.

"Haoran, are you okay!" Shi Tianshuo, Shi Tiandong held Sikong Haoran, looking at his sword marks all over his body, as well as the blood-stained cyan robe, his eyes were full of anger and self-blame.

"I got a little bit of a wound, but it didn't get in the way. Sikong Haoran wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and under the shadow of Du Zhanhao's "Wuxiang Sword Song" sword, he suffered a lot of internal injuries, plus between him and Long Jingzhao just now

The fight made the internal injuries that were originally suppressed have been counterattacked, so now they are relaxed, and their steps are a little vain.

Turning his head, he saw that a man and a woman who had helped the two brothers had disappeared, and Qiu Yuyan was nowhere to be seen, so he immediately told the two brothers a few words, and also went in the direction of the inner door.

In the hazy night, several figures also disappeared one after another.

A room in Cloud Shadow Peak.

Sikong Haoran sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, and at this time he had already changed into a cyan robe, and the immortal gold body was running endlessly in his body, and the sword marks on his body had scabbed at this time. At this time, his body was wrapped in a layer of mist, which slowly penetrated into his body bit by bit.

The five peaks of the Sword Sect straddle the spiritual veins of the Hengduan Mountain Range, coupled with the uniqueness of the five peaks, the Xuan Qi is more dense than the outer gate, and naturally, when cultivating, the speed of absorption is much faster, which is why the outer disciples also want to join the inner gate.

Sikong Haoran opened his eyes and looked in the direction where Tianzhu Peak was, not knowing what kind of punishment Qing Yu would receive. Thinking of what had happened today, his fists clenched together, interrupted by the sound of small footsteps.

"Squeak!"

A small head poked in from outside the door, eyebrow-length bangs, two ponytails hanging down on his chest, a pair of talking eyes under the crescent-like willow eyebrows, delicate cheeks, two shallow dimples, and a pair of small hands behind his back.

"Senior sister, what's wrong!" Sikong Haoran came back to his senses and walked to Ye Ziying, who was half a head shorter than him.

"Don't call me senior sister, I'm a year younger than you!"

"Shhhh This is the healing medicine that my father gave me, and I heard my father and senior brother say that you are injured, so he arranged for me to come and apply the medicine to you. Ye Ziying almost said that she had missed her mouth, so she quickly found a reason to prevaricate, and a white jade porcelain bottle appeared in her hand.

Sikong Haoran saw a moment of cunning flashing in Ye Ziying's eyes just now, and he saw it all, and a feeling of uneasiness appeared in his heart, remembering the miserable appearance of the second senior brother, could it be that I could not escape this catastrophe?" "Senior sister, the injuries on my body are not in the way, they are already healed." ”

"Do you think I'm going to lie to you?" Ye Ziying flashed with a pair of big eyes, and looked at Sikong Haoran with some anger, "Am I your senior sister!"

"Yes, but...!"

"Since I am your senior sister, is it a natural thing for senior sister to take care of junior brother!" did not give Sikong Haoran a chance to speak, and said solemnly with his waist crossed in righteous words.

"Senior sister, the injuries on my body are indeed healed...!" Sikong Hao then took a step back, although he had only been in Yunying Peak for a day or two, but the "notoriety" of the senior sister was like thunder, and when he heard the second senior brother talk about Ye Ziying, there was a despair in his words.

Ye Ziying pulled Sikong Haoran to the wooden chair and sat down, took out the white jade porcelain bottle, saw Sikong Haoran shrugging a face, and said softly: "Let Senior Sister see how your injuries are, don't listen to your second senior brother's big-mouthed nonsense, do you want me to untie it for you personally?"

Sikong Haoran finally realized the deep despair of the second senior brother, thinking to himself, anyway, the sword marks on his back had already scabbed, and he had already memorized the "Begonia Medical Codex" of Master Remnant Dream, and he was ruthless in his heart, revealing the wound on his back that had just healed.

Ye Ziying saw the finger-long sword mark behind Sikong Haoran, and a wave of anger arose in her heart, and she said angrily: "Tomorrow, Senior Sister will take you to trouble him, and you dare to bully my people from Yunying Peak!"

When Sikong Haoran heard Ye Ziying's words just now, a trace of warmth arose in his heart, and the uneasiness in his heart also dissipated a lot, and there was a cold feeling from the place where the sword marks were passed behind him.

Just when Ye Ziying was applying the "healing elixir" to Sikong Haoran, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, Ye Ziying didn't care about anything else, and then put away the white jade porcelain bottle and walked quickly towards the door.

"Reckless, why are you coming to Haoran's room so late without resting!" Before Ye Ziying walked out of the door, she was bumped into by Ye Chaoyang and Gu Yulin.

"Daddy, I... I'll give medicine to the sixth junior brother...!"

"Ahh

Before Ye Ziying's words were finished, she heard a terrible scream from Sikong Haoran.