Feng Qianmo took a step forward, knowing that it was impossible, but he still spoke: "I'm dead, can I let them go?"

Shui Jue let go of the third senior brother's already cold hand, and pushed back Feng Qianmo, who had taken a step: "Get out!"

In Shui Jue's left pupil, the blue glow was all released, slowly enveloping his whole person: "Old man, do you know what Shenqi is?"

The next moment, Shui Jue's whole temperament changed completely. He was just cold before, but in an instant, he became extremely evil. The blue light of that day was all absorbed by his body, and Shui Jue trembled all over, and blood began to seep out all over his body. His face remained unchanged, forgetting to glance at the third senior brother behind him, and said in a low voice:

"It really hurts......"

The next moment, a blue light instantly passed through the two camps and stabbed at the old man at the peak of the dragon leap.

The old man surnamed Qu's scalp exploded, his whole body tightened, and he quickly swept away behind everyone.

Instant Enlightenment!

The azure light of Shui Jue's incarnation directly chiseled through the entire camp on the opposite side, and instantly caught up with the old man Qu, who couldn't move immediately after the blue light approached.

He was so frightened that he vomited blood. Looking down, he saw that a hand had pierced through his back at the place of his heart.

He watched his heart beat on that little hand.

It wasn't until this moment that he really felt the piercing pain. His eyes were cracked, and the old man Qu no longer had the original light clouds, and struggled in vain, and the blood flowed out even more violently:

"I don't want to die......! It's mine...... Put my heart ...... Give me back ......."

The voice became smaller and smaller, and the old man's mouth was also filled with blood, and he couldn't say a word anymore.

The face behind him was also a bleak scene of bleeding from the seven orifices. The blue brilliance on Shui Jue's body completely dissipated, and his left eye was so hollow that it looked like it had been gouged out. But he still smiled, and the smile was very hideous on his blood-covered face.

"This Jianghu has always been the law of the jungle, master, you are wrong. ”

Pinch and burst the heart, Shui Jue withdrew the desperate hand, bringing out a large amount of blood. Licking the blood on his hands, Shui Jue seemed to be a completely different person, and his evil intentions were awe-inspiring.

The Iron Fist and Divine Sword factions that surrounded Shui Jue around were completely stupid, and at this moment, looking at Shui Jue was like looking at a monster, quickly avoiding it, vacating a large open space.

Ye Shan, the head of the Iron Fist Sect, and Huang Chuan, the head of the Divine Sword Sect, were even more frightened and did not dare to take a step forward.

Only the female assassin grabbed Huang Chuan's sword hilt and took a step forward, and said in a cold voice: "Up!"

Huang Chuan refused to step forward: "That's the Divine Rise Realm! The teenage Divine Rise Realm! Your people can't beat him, and you want me to send him to death?!"

The female assassin's face could not be seen clearly, but the cold light in her eyes under the black veil was extremely clear: "Childe is at the bottom of the mountain, do you want to disobey?"

As soon as Huang Chuan thought of the purple-clothed man's methods, such as falling into the ice cellar, and the heirs and wives of the two major heads were all in that person's hands, he had to take a step forward, and the head of the Iron Fist Sect also silently followed behind him.

Seeing that the two of them were still trembling, the female assassin said, "He is already at the end of his crossbow, and after one punch, he is not far from the end of the meridians." ”

The two of them were a little relieved, and they were about to make a move, when a figure passed in front of their eyes, and in the blink of an eye, Shui Jue had been brought back to the people of Tingtao Pavilion by Feng Qianmo.

"Who wants you to save it! Get out of here!" Shui Jue was about to push Feng Qianmo away, but as soon as he used his strength, countless openings opened in his arm in an instant, spurting blood. He was in a cold sweat, and he went limp all of a sudden, and Feng Qianmo hurriedly held him up.

Huang Chuan looked at it, and his face finally regained that calm and calm demeanor: "Sure enough, it's the end of the strong crossbow, hahahaha! Look at me Huang, take your life today!"

After tonight, Lao Tzu has also killed the people of the Divine Rise Realm!

Shui Jue spit out a mouthful of blood and said coldly: "The scum of the rivers and lakes." ”

Huang Chuan didn't care, so he was about to make a move, but Ye Shan stopped him a little behind him.

Huang Chuan's face was full of doubts: "Boss Ye, what do you mean?"

Ye Shan couldn't bear to listen to the Tao Pavilion being wiped out, and said, "This Shui Jue's talent is so good, why don't you be accepted as an apprentice by my Iron Fist Sect?"

Huang Chuan's face was full of surprise, and then he sneered: "Boss Ye is telling a joke, he wants to raise a tiger for trouble? You want to play with fire, I, Huang, don't want to take this risk with you." He glanced at the corpse of the old man on the ground: "The last one said that he would accept that kid as an apprentice, and his heart was pinched and exploded, didn't Boss Ye see it?"

Huang Chuan no longer cared about the complicated expression on Ye Shan's face, the blood-red long sword was unsheathed, and he walked towards the people of Tingtao Pavilion step by step.

Feng Qianmo handed Shui Jue over to the other disciples in the door to take care of, lifted the firewood knife, and stood in front of everyone. He is not qualified to say that one person does things one person now, but at the very least, he can't be the last one to die.

Behind him, Shui Jue was covered in blood, Shui Yin's eyes were hollow, and the remaining disciples in the door blocked the bodies of the other fellow disciples and the third senior brother who had fallen.

Feng Qianmo took a deep breath, he blamed himself very much, and regretted joining Tingtao Pavilion even more.

He really loved this place - if only he could do it all by himself.

Raising the firewood knife and slowly gaining momentum, Feng Qianmo forgot everything, and he couldn't even see the head of the Dragon Leap Realm who was approaching him step by step.

The light of rice grains, the light of the bright moon.

"Die!" Huang Chuan finally took out his sword, stabbed out with a sword, and in the face of a junior who had almost no aura, he still used his full strength to swords. The lion fights the rabbit, and also uses all his strength!

As far as his mind came, Feng Qianmo's whole body was warm, and under the huge pressure of Huang Chuan, the same "sword" was swung out, and the momentum was not weak.

Then, just this sword!

"The sword qi spans 30,000 miles!"

A shout seemed to come from outside the sky, Feng Qianmo's firewood knife shone brightly, looking like a glowing heavy sword from a distance, an extremely thin sword qi from the "heavy sword", directly divided Huang Chuan's majestic spiritual power into two halves, Huang Chuan still maintained a sword-holding posture in the air, but it was no longer moving.

A white-clothed figure fell from the sky and smashed between the two teams, he flicked his sleeves lightly, and Huang Chuan in mid-air, even though he still maintained the look of victory, was directly divided into two halves from the middle.

The white cloth was Feng Qingtong, who came in a hurry. There was a little sweat on his forehead, and he protected all the young disciples behind him, glanced at Feng Qianmo, who was paralyzed on the ground and had passed out, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I caught up." ”

With Feng Qianmo's sword just now, the sword intent has already arrived, but with that kind of sword, it is naturally Feng Qingtong's spiritual power that has been transmitted from afar.

"The rest is up to the teacher. ”

Turning his head to look at the two factions on the opposite side who were already completely stunned, Feng Qingtong's face was unprecedentedly cold: "Give you a stick of incense and say my last words." ”

At this time, several purple clothes under the mountain rushed towards the mountain from different directions, and there were countless swords behind them. Situ Fang desperately lost a few poisonous gas incarnations, and shouted at the mountain: "Withdraw!"

The female assassin immediately disappeared into the darkness and tried to escape.

Feng Qingtong's eyelids were raised, but he didn't take out the sword at all, and a sword qi from his fingertips slashed directly towards the black shadow. Can this kind of cultivation go under his nose?

The female assassin was directly forced into shape by the coercion of that sword qi, who knew that Situ Fang suddenly accelerated, and tried her best to just catch the female assassin who was far away, and she ate this sword for her. He hugged the female assassin with a hideous face: "Go!"

Feng Qingtong finally took out his sword this time, and a huge sword light quickly slashed towards the backs of the two of them, Situ Fang was like falling into the ice cellar, almost overwhelmed, and could only slightly deviate from the vital point. At the same time, countless black figures emerged from the folding fan, accompanied by the roar of a powerful ghost. As soon as the ghost encountered the sword light, all the sword light dissipated, and the sword light was weakened a little, but it still hit Situ Fang's shoulder solidly. The sword light came out of his body, and an arm fell from the air.

That Situ Fang lost an arm, didn't say a word, and still fled quickly. Feng Qingtong was about to catch up, and Bai Lingjun finally went up the mountain.

Bai Lingjun hurriedly shouted at Feng Qingtong, who was about to get up and chase him out: "Young Master Qingtong, let's take a look at the injuries of these children first!"

Feng Qingtong looked back at Shui Jue, who was seriously injured behind him, and could see that Feng Qianmo cared about this fellow disciple very much, so he had to give up the pursuit, and Feng Qingtong bent down to help him heal.

This Shui Jue is almost broken in the meridians, Feng Qingtong glanced at it, plus Feng Qianmo, who already had problems with his body, in this sect today, there are actually three guys with broken meridians. Today's battle is really tragic!

"You stabilize this little guy's injuries first, those two people, I can definitely stay!" Feng Qingtong couldn't swallow this breath, and was about to get up.

Bai Lingjun shook his head: "Situ Fang is a meticulous person, he must have arrangements along the way, once he is dragged to the town and forced him, there will be many civilian casualties." ”

Feng Qingtong frowned: "My cultivation, can I drag him to the town?"

Bai Lingjun looked at Feng Qianmo, who had passed out from exhaustion, with a complicated expression: "You, can you guarantee to kill Situ Fang and save the female assassin?"

Feng Qingtong was stunned, he seemed to understand something.

With a complicated expression, Feng Qingtong squatted down and healed Shui Jue, who was more seriously injured, first. Feng Qianmo is more exhausted, and it is not a big problem for Bai Lingjun to help him recover slowly.

Listening to the people around Taoge, they couldn't believe it - this is, saved?

These young children have not taken half a step back under such a huge pressure before, and at this moment, they almost can't control their bodies and tremble.

Then there was a completely uncontrollable cry. Feng Qingtong was a little sad, with blood all over the ground, he could understand what these young children had experienced.

"Big brother, big brother, please save the third senior brother, and Shui Ling, and Shui Qian, and ......" A little girl collapsed next to a corpse guarded by the disciples in the door, she couldn't stop crying, and one after another names that Feng Qingtong had never heard rang in his ears.

There was nothing he could do.

No matter how high the realm is, he is also a human being, and he cannot come back to life. There was no longer a trace of spiritual power in those bodies, and they died.

With a hoarse voice, Feng Qingtong struggled to squeeze out three words from his throat:

"I'm sorry. ”

"I'm sorry I'm late. Clenched his fists, this was the most powerless moment since Feng Qingtong came down the mountain.

Feng Qingtong had just arrived in Swift Wind Town at night, and wanted to rest in the town for one night, and then visit Tingtao Pavilion the next day. So Xiao Hong Pao recommended that the two of them could go directly to the master of the Cultivator's Mansion in the town, and with the energy of the little red robe, they could take out a random brand, which was the identity of a scared person, and it was safe in the Monk's Mansion and there was not so much trouble.

But as soon as they arrived at the monk's palace, they heard that almost all the monks had been transferred out, and went to Tingtao Pavilion to investigate a strange flare, and they did not return for a long time.

Feng Qingtong's heart tightened, and he looked at Tingtao Pavilion from afar, and just happened to see the towering sword light - it was the posture of Beringjun's Heavenly Sword.

Locked the little red robe in the room, and the spiritual power of Yicheng was fully released to lay down the formation as quickly as possible, and Feng Qingtong rushed to Tingtao Pavilion alone. On the mountain road, the corpse of the monk of the Cultivator's Mansion made his heart tighten, and he simply didn't care about the two Shenqi Realm who were fighting together, and directly came to the Tingtao Pavilion Gate as fast as possible in his life.

As a result, although Feng Qianmo was saved, it was a little late after all.

Feng Qingtong suddenly raised his head: "I don't seem to have agreed to you leaving, have I?"

Luoyun came out of the sheath and swung out a few thick sword qi in the air, and the dozen or so disciples of the Divine Sword Sect who wanted to take the opportunity to escape in the distance didn't even let out a scream, and instantly turned into flying ashes.

This is the first time Feng Qingtong has personally killed someone since he came down the mountain.

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On a fairy mountain in the distance, a white-haired old man who was playing against someone sighed.

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