One of the eighteen knife brothers died, Han Xiao and the others didn't dare to stand apart anymore and fight separately, and a group of us stood in a row back to back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It seemed to be working, and the babies had nowhere to sneak up on us, so they had to pounce on us head-on. But where do they know what knife tricks they have, they will pounce on one of them and be hacked to death by us.

The people of the Xuantie Gate also saw our way of playing, and Ma Qianli and Cai Yueru beckoned the disciples of the Xuantie Gate to stand in a row back to back. There is really no way, the path we are standing on now is extremely narrow, and there are many strange babies jumping out of the black mud on both sides, and if you can take care of the left, you can't take care of the right, even if you can take care of the left and right, with the number of these strange babies, there will always be a trace of negligence. Once you are negligent and pounced on by these strange babies, you will inevitably be stabbed with a bloody hole in your body.

The people of the White Tiger Hall and Mei Gongxue will really pick a place to attack us, but I am afraid that they have expected this a long time ago, so they will have no fear, right?

was resisting these strange babies, only to hear the former equation Fuhai shouting: "Brother Su, quickly take someone to pick the ghost head grass." ”

He screamed a little urgently, and my heart couldn't help but sink, it seemed that he and Jiang Shun couldn't stop the ugly old man. It is no wonder that Pang Youren, the altar master of the Qinglong Altar, led the crowd to chase us to the foot of the Kunlun Sect Mountain, and the Weideng Dao people and Cheng Fuhai teamed up to block Pang Youren's throwing gun, which shows that the martial arts of the four altar masters of the Demon Sect are very good. This ugly old man is the altar master of the White Tiger Altar, and his kung fu will naturally not be bad.

Cheng Fuhai was afraid that he wouldn't be able to drag him off after a long time, so he asked Su Qingyao to pick the ghost head grass first, right? Mei Gongxue's martial arts are not as good as the Central Plains, but after the Central Plains subdued Mei Gongxue, he went to support Cheng Fuhai, with the weirdness of the ugly old man's witchcraft, I don't know what kind of ghost boy he will summon to stop us, it is to take advantage of Mei Gongxue and the old man's lack of skills at this time, this is the best time to pick the ghost head grass.

The scene was chaotic, and I couldn't see the specific situation except for the sound of air waves coming from the front. Without Cheng Fuhai shouting, I guessed what he was thinking.

Su Qingyao answered loudly, turned his head to look around, and suddenly said, "Quick, let's go around from behind!"

That's right, too. There was a black mud puddle on both sides, and the path under our feet was so narrow that it was almost impossible to rush head-on, and the only way to do that was to exit the narrow mud path and bypass the staggered parting lanes in the middle of the mire behind.

The brothers of the Eighteen Knives were carrying wooden boxes, and the two coachmen were also carrying wooden boxes, so I took the wooden boxes from the back of the Eighteen Brothers who had just died on the ground and carried them on my back, just waiting for Su Qingyao and them to step back.

At this moment, a flaming red firework suddenly rose high in the distance to the east, and the fireworks rose very quickly, soaring into the sky, and suddenly burst into the clouds, emitting a circle of red sparks.

What's going on there?

I only felt that something was faintly wrong, but I heard the laughter of the ugly old man in front of me suddenly come: "My Demon Sect army is so strong, today I have to kill the thieves of your seven major sects, don't even think about escaping!"

His voice was raised very high, but it was undoubtedly a thunderbolt that fell into our ears, and I trembled, and turned my head to look at Su Qingyao and Han Xiao, they were also all stunned.

The Demon Sect was indeed premeditated!

Although we all have more or less speculation in our minds, we are still shocked when we actually see and hear it. Along the way, we didn't catch the whereabouts of the Demon Sect again, and if the people of the Demon Sect suddenly attacked at this time, it could only mean that the Demon Sect had secretly made sufficient preparations. Even, there is enough certainty to kill the Seven Great Sects, and we may be surrounded.

If this is the case, not to mention whether we can pick the Devil's Head Grass or not, even if we do pick the Devil's Head Grass, it will be terrible to fight between the two realms of righteousness and demons, I am afraid that it will be difficult for us to get out of the death swamp.

The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, and the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse, and I was a little caught off guard.

At this time, Su Qingyao sighed: "Go!"

Su Qingyao and Han Xiao had already rushed towards the trail behind, and I also ran over with the chasing shadow. At this time, I can't think about it much, since the Demon Sect really came to the Divine Dragon Cave this time, there will inevitably be a battle between the Seven Great Sects and the Demon Sect, and I can only follow Cheng Fuhai and them to act according to the original plan for the time being, and in my heart, I only hope that the Fire Heart Dao and the Heavenly One will grow together, and they can have a strategy against the enemy.

Walking around the trail at the back, some of the strange babies in the black quagmire immediately swam towards us, their speed in the black quagmire much faster than on land, and their fat bodies only swung half a foot forward. Fortunately, they are only in the mud, and their speed is greatly reduced when they get ashore.

We went around to the other side of the black pool, and then looked to the other side, but we saw that on the narrow dirt road, the people of the Xuantie Gate were desperately fighting to kill the strange babies who jumped out of the black mud. Those strange babies seemed to have drained the white loaches in the river, and they jumped alive and threw themselves on the Xuantiemen and others, and the scene of more than 100 of them made my scalp tingle. If they were loaches, I wouldn't be so frightened, but they're not loaches.

On the fork in the road in front of the Xuantie Gate, the two of them are fighting, Mei Gongxue's martial arts are indeed amazing, both arms are not able to attract energy, the two are entangled, the internal qi is blowing and rolling dust, and the dust and smoke almost cover the entire path.

The dust was flying, mixed with the gas wafting out of the black mire, but it was impossible to distinguish what it was.

The speed of the two dozen or so of us was very fast, and the strange babies who jumped out of the black mire couldn't catch up with us at all, but they jumped behind us one by one with their crying voices, which really made people's hearts furious.

Bypassing the Central Plains and Meigong Xue, we are not far from the Knife Back Mountain, and at this time, looking at it again, this Knife Back Mountain is indeed very peculiar. The whole mountain is not very high, and there is a steep cliff facing the southwest, the cliff wall is straight and straight as if it had been cut by a knife, but the mountain is facing the long slope in the northeast direction. The front of the mountain is very wide, but we went around in a circle, ran to the southwest of the mountain, standing at our angle to see that the side of the whole knife back mountain is extremely narrow, and the width of the cliff like the back of the knife is not more than 20 zhang. It's really like what Su Qingyao said, like the tip of a knife.

We ran to the front of Daobei Mountain, which was much better than those black mud pools, with a lot of green wattle grass growing under the mountain, and the soil on the ground was also yellow, and people did not feel slimy when they stepped on it.

At this time, Su Qingyao's speed did not decrease, but he waved his hand and shouted: "Follow me and climb up the eastern slope!"

I didn't stop at my feet, and I looked up at the knife back mountain in front of me as I ran. The whole mountain is about 100 zhang high, and the east and west sides are nearly 150 zhang long, and the stones on the mountain are blue-black, and there is a lot of moss growing on the stone walls. The mountain is also covered with patches of green grass, with a few dwarf trees growing horizontally, and a few black grass branches hanging in the air near the cliff at the top of the mountain.

That's the ghost head grass, right?

My heart was relieved. Although it was a little far away to see the specific appearance of the Devil's Head Grass, it was still close at hand, and the next step was to pick the Devil's Head Grass and put it in the wooden box behind us, and the refining of the Snake Poison Antidote was half the success.

However, the front of Mt. Daobei is also a steep rock wall, and like the steep cliff on the southwest side, it is difficult for people to climb it, and the only way to climb Mt. Daobei is to go up from the slope on the northeast side.

We were running along the cliff when suddenly, a sound of breaking the air came from our side, and a strange throwing knife "poof" thrust into the rock in front of us.

The knife flew from our right, plunged into the rock as if it were carrion, and cracked into a circle of rubble. We were taken aback, stopped immediately, and turned our heads to look, only to see a row of men in purple robes standing not far from us.

It was the seven people of the White Tiger Hall!

The faces of the seven of them were covered by large robes, and I couldn't see their faces clearly, when one of them took two steps towards us, stepped on a stone with his right foot on his right elbow, and put his right elbow on his knee, leaning over and laughing, "Where are you going?"

He had two wide knives hanging in his hands, the heads of which were extremely large, and the knives were engraved with patterns, but the handle of the knives was a large iron ring, and his hand was just enough to fit into the iron ring. As he spoke, he looped the double knives in his hands around his wrists, and the blades made a "whining" sound.

We came here to pick the devil's head grass, and the people of their White Tiger Altar knew it, and now they said it like this, that was to play us sincerely.

Su Qingyao turned around, looked at the man and said with a smile: "There are a lot of insects below, we have to go to the mountains to hide." ”

After entangling with those strange babies before, Su Qingyao's shoulder wound had already bled again, and his face was a little pale at this time, and his smile was even a little weird. What he said was also playful, but for some reason, listening to it at this time made me feel a little warlike.

The man sneered and said, "This is the main altar of my Eternal Life Hall, and this Daobei Mountain is also owned by my Eternal Life Hall, if you want to go up, have you ever asked our brothers?"

He was smiling, but we could hear the murderous intent in his words. At this time, Han Xiao whispered behind us: "Mr. Su, you take Brother Gu and them to pick the Devil's Head Grass, and these seven people are blocked by our brothers." ”

While speaking, Han Xiao and the seven of them untied the wooden box behind them and handed it to the others, I turned my head to look at Han Xiao and their stern faces, for some reason, I felt like a knife for no reason.

On this westward trip, Han Xiao took good care of me along the way, almost all of them took care of food, clothing, housing and transportation, and saved us a lot of trouble along the way, it can be said that Han Xiao and they have done their best.

The ugly old man is the altar master of the White Tiger Altar, and the martial arts of the people brought this time will naturally not be low, maybe there will be the deputy altar master of the White Tiger Altar among these people. Thinking of this, I can't help but think of the wine master, his kung fu is already so great as the deputy altar master of the Vermilion Bird Altar, if the person in front of me is really the deputy altar master of the White Tiger Altar, even if the brothers of the eighteen swords are all there or even form a knife formation, I am afraid that it is not the opponent of this person.

In order to pick the Devil's Head Grass, a few people have died in Xuan Tiemen and Youyun Villa, and the bones of an eighteen-knife brother who have just died are not cold, although I still can't call the name of the eighteen-knife brother, but at this time, let me flee from here to pick the devil's head grass, I don't want to be willing in my heart.

"I can't help myself!"

Suddenly, the man snorted coldly, his body suddenly swelled, the two knives in his hands spun sharply on his wrists, and the man rushed towards us against the ground. Before anyone came to us, I felt a chill on my back. The six people behind him also took a step forward in unison, jumping or flashing to both sides, copying them in a semicircle.

At this moment, we heard Han Xiao shouting at us: "Go!"