Fengjin Country, Mandarin Duck County.

On a hill, Sima Yuan stood with a sword, closed his eyes and recuperated, fluttering in the wind.

After a while, he said lightly, "Your Excellency has followed you all the way here, you must have figured out the roots of the kid, aren't you ready to do it?"

The light words floated in the air, as if they were about to disappear with the wind.

Sima Yuan didn't hear the echo for a long time, his eyes opened, and the sharp sword qi shot out suddenly, and in an instant, it broke through the air, crashing into an invisible barrier, and a microwave rippled out as if it was being blown by the breeze.

Immediately, a Xuan-robed monk revealed his figure, and his person seemed to be strange and surprised, and after glancing up and down at Sima Yuan,

"I wanted you to live a few more days, but I didn't expect you to understand the painstaking work. Since you are in such a hurry to die, then I will fulfill you. ”

Sima Yuan sneered, turned his head and swept to the other side, "Your Excellency, is this senior used as air?"

The Xuan-robed monk's eyes were slightly cold, and a spear in his hand suddenly came out, stabbing at Sima Yuan.

At the same time, he immediately shouted in his mouth, "Do it!"

Before the words arrived, the spear had already killed in front of Sima Yuan.

There seemed to be a scarlet red glow on the pitch-black gun's head, and a palpitating pungent smell came to my heart.

The head of the spear was poisoned enough to poison the monk.

Sima Yuan's eyes were slightly gloomy, his fists reached forward, and when he was close to the head of the gun, he twisted his wrist slightly, and quietly clenched it.

At the same time, ignoring the gun owner, his figure turned around, and rushed to the second killer with the help of the spear attack.

The person who came with his hands wrapped in veils, and the palms fluctuated enough to seriously injure any Qi Refining Cultivator.

Shockedly, his palms slapped towards Sima Yuan's back, and imprinted on Sima Yuan's chest in front of him with lightning speed.

With a bang, Sima Yuan's figure shattered and turned into a little spiritual light.

The man's face changed slightly, and he was about to retreat when a strong wind came in his ears again, and he suddenly looked back.

But he saw a spear head suddenly come into view, and with a snort, a lot of scarlet blood plums appeared in the air.

The man was shot directly in the head by a poison gun from his companion, and came out of his mouth, and after a few hoho sounds, his eyes were dim, and his body was taken away by the poison gun before falling.

The Xuan-robed monk quietly appeared beside him, and after drawing his spear, he coldly glanced at Sima Yuan who was floating in the air opposite the sword,

"Exchanging injuries for lives is worthy of being a person from Sword Peak. ”

The corners of Sima Yuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he secretly scolded the old dog for his ruthlessness.

He turned his head slightly, and a blood-red palm print behind him was clear and eye-catching, and bursts of hot pain came into his heart, as if dizziness appeared.

Sima Yuan's eyes were cold, "A dignified cultivator, actually using this kind of indiscriminate tricks, it's really a shame for my generation!"

The Xuan-robed monk laughed, "The victor, the prince, the loser, Kou, I don't understand such an obvious truth, boy, you are still too tender." ”

When life and death are at stake, it is a point to be able to drag a point of vitality, Sima Yuan simply continued to delay the tunnel,

"The kid is not as cunning as his predecessors."

The Xuanpao Monk's face sank, and he looked at Sima Yuandi with fierce murderous intent, and the jealousy and unwillingness in his eyes made Sima Yuan's heart tremble.

He glared at him and said, "Kid is rampant, you fell into my hands today, and you should be unlucky." ”

"In He Mou's eyes, a dead genius is a genius! Sima Xiao'er, today you are in a catastrophe!"

Before the words fell, the aura on his body suddenly dispersed, and a huge power that was even stronger than before instantly overwhelmed Sima Yuan.

He snorted a few steps back and looked uncertain in his eyes, and the black-robed monk sneered and leaped forward.

Sima Yuan's expression seemed to be numb, and he didn't want to retreat in a hurry, he seemed to rush towards the distant mountains and forests in a panic.

In an instant, the figure of the Xuan-robed monk suddenly appeared behind Sima Yuan, and a fierce color flashed in his eyes,

"Dead !!"

The spear stabbed down suddenly, stabbing at the center of the blood mark on Sima Yuan's back.

Sima Yuan screamed and fell to the ground staggeringly.

The Xuanpao Monk squinted slightly, although he sensed a trace of something wrong in his heart, but he immediately sneered, and secretly said disdainfully, what if he has a back hand, it is rumored in the letter that it is only a mere seventh level of qi refining, and for him, turning his palm can be killed!

If he were to be killed before his hands were sacrificed, it would be nothing more than his spoils.

At this moment, Sima Yuan had already swept dozens of feet close to the ground, there seemed to be blood spit out from his mouth, blood remained at the corners of his mouth, and his plain white robe was tattered, and he was extremely embarrassed.

When the Xuanpao monk laughed, he swept into the sky above Sima Yuan in pursuit, and threw the spear in his hand towards Sima Yuan as if playfully.

Sima Yuan's face changed greatly, and he narrowly avoided this nirvana.

In this way, after a few breaths, Sima Yuan and the Xuanpao Monk disappeared into the tall trees of the Manglin Forest, and from time to time there was the nervous laughter of the Xuanpao Monk abusing the genius.

Suddenly, two figures slowly emerged, standing in the air, holding their hands in the distance.

One person wears a noble and luxurious brocade robe, on which there is a white crane flying pattern embroidered with a thousand years of silver silkworm spirit silk, and the edge of the sleeve robe is painted with purple gold embroidery that only the head of the family is qualified to access.

Looking at his cultivation, he is a foundation-building existence!

However, his eyes showed respect to the person beside him, and he asked in a slightly inquiring tone,

"That kid is suspected of fishing, intending to lure us out, although his cultivation has not yet reached the foundation, but the scheming city has shown clues, along the way, its details have also been figured out by us, whether to close the net?"

The person beside him was dressed in a silver-white sword robe, his eyes were as plain as water, as if he was thoughtful, and he turned a blind eye.

The foundation building monk looked helpless, and after a long time, there seemed to be noise in his eyes, and only then did he complain and burst out,

"We've all followed all the way, even if that kid has something to rely on, it's just that, can he still carry our two foundations?"

The man on his side glanced lightly, and the foundation monk was silent for a moment, and he didn't say anything.

The silver-white sword-robed monk asked lightly, "Can my two junior sisters take care of it?"

The brocade robe Zhuji nodded hurriedly, "Elder rest assured, Miss Chen and Miss Shen are all safe and sound, except for the first time when they didn't cooperate with us and suffered a little, the rest are fine." ”

The silver-white sword robe said softly, "They have just in case, even if I punish you and the other nine clans, the head of the sect will not wait for you to redress your grievances." ”

The figure in the pan-gold embroidered purple brocade robe stiffened, and slowly lowered his head, "Elder Liang, don't worry, the two fairies are taken care of by my two junior sisters nearby, and there will never be any danger." ”

The monk surnamed Liang nodded slowly, and suddenly he raised his head slightly, but saw a sword light suddenly passing through the distant sky.

The initial was still miles away, and it was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

He raised his hand slightly, and a spiritual light lightly tapped the sword qi, and its speed came to an abrupt halt in an instant, stopping on his fingertips.

Listening to the feeling of a little, the person dusted it lightly, and the sword light shattered and turned into invisible.

The brocade-robed monk said with emotion, "It is rumored that the Sword Peak Imperial Sword Flying News is applied to the spirit sword with the sword escape technique, and it can be instantaneously arrived thousands of miles away, which is really fast!"

The monk surnamed Liang lowered his eyes, as if he was groaning, as if hesitating.

Immediately, he raised his head to look into the depths of the forest, and muttered to himself, "Small fish and shrimp are difficult to fill, and it is worth the trip to catch big fish." ”

The purple-gold brocade-robed monk showed pity in his eyes, no matter how small the mosquito's legs were, it was meat, if this kid was captured and killed back to the sect, although there was a risk of causing infighting between the two peaks, but he would also be favored by the master, and when he ascended to the sky in one step, how could he still be a follower to the ungrateful rebel in front of him?

After the two left, Sima Yuan walked out of the mountain forest with an indifferent face, looking in the direction where the two were leaving, squinting slightly.

Just when he was 'entangled' with the Xuanpao monk and others, the sword sense detected that the existence of the two foundations was hidden hundreds of zhang away, and he wanted to lure them out as bait, but he didn't expect the other party to be so calm and didn't take the bait.

He wiped the blood on his body and sighed lightly, "All the jackals, tigers and leopards are ruthless, and they all come to bully me, a fledgling innocent boy." ”

Sima Yuan muttered to himself with a look of resentment, "You will be punished!"

In the deep forest in the distance, the corpse of the Xuan-robed monk was divided into two, with a look of disbelief, as if he was dead.

More than a dozen beast roars around him gradually approached, and they could be heard clearly.

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In an unknown wilderness and ruined temple, several figures stood silently, led by the popularity of Yu Xuan, majestic and heroic, and the strong aura instantly overshadowed everyone on the field.

A figure swept over quickly, quietly stopped outside the broken temple, and said in a low voice, "Senior brother, the one who lives on the main peak has shown his traces, and the sword peak kid is even more closely guarded by him, and it is difficult for us to get close." ”

The person named Senior Brother sighed lightly, and said in a low voice, the person surnamed Liang rushed down the mountain, presumably it was the meaning of Zixiao Peak, this time your ancestor wanted to test whether the grievances between the two were true or false, so as long as you killed the person surnamed Liang, the fake would become true. ”

A cold face slowly raised his head and looked at this senior brother of Shendan Peak, "Liang Rui is also in the late stage of foundation building, just rely on you and me, let alone kill him, it is difficult to even get close, if you have any plans, just say it." ”

Luo Dao chuckled, "If the main peak and Lu Feng are playing a double reed, then this Senior Brother Liang is a proton, not a true rebel, and judging by his past temperament, once he learns that the people of Sword Peak are in trouble, he will definitely not stand idly by." ”

He said faintly, "This time, Lu Hongli threw down the bait and sent two female disciples to secretly escort him all the way, as long as you and I make a little use, we can make them restrain their hands and feet." ”

The cold face sneered lightly, "What if Liang Rui ignores it?"

Luo Dao turned around and looked into the distance, and exhaled lightly, "Lu Hongli put down the chessboard and fell first, how could the head of the family be willing to be behind?"

The cold face was no longer cold, and after a little silence, his voice was slightly astringent, "Who is coming down the mountain?"

A trace of solemnity quietly slipped in Luo Dao's eyes, and he said softly, "Zhao Mengjing."

Hearing that it was the young head of the Zixiao Sect who was there in person, everyone in the temple couldn't help but cause a commotion, as if they were shocked.

The cold face seemed to shrink as if the pupils shrank, and the body shrouded in the sleeve robe suddenly stiffened, and the whole body tensed, as if facing a great enemy.

He opened his mouth, only to feel a trace of bitterness overflowing, if it was someone else, it would be fine, but the person who came was Zhao Mengjing, the first disciple of Zixiao and the first person of the Shaozhuang faction.

With such a strong existence, how could he not be jealous.

He muttered to himself, "The first person under Jindan."

Luo Dao's eyes drooped slightly, as if he was trembling slightly.

He was also jealous of the man.