Shen Bizhou obviously had no defense against Zhuo Qiuyan's sudden attack, so he couldn't help dodging in embarrassment, and couldn't help but say urgently:

"I saved you three times and twice, and that's how you repaid me?"

Zhuo Qiuyan's sword was aimed at his vital point, and he didn't mean to show mercy to his subordinates at all.

"That's nice, are you saving me?

Shen Bizhou saw that he really didn't think about his life-saving grace at all, his face sank, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Zhuo Qiuyan, I care that we belong to the same sect, so I will be merciful to your subordinates, since you are so ignorant, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Shen Bizhou, do you dare to mention the same sect?!"

The tip of the sword has been Shen Bizhou's nose, and Zhuo Qiuyan looked up to the sky and smiled, as if he had heard a funny joke.

"Don't use this to scare me, since you entered my Qingshan faction, you haven't looked down on us, and now you're embarrassed to talk about the friendship of the same clan. ”

Thinking that Shen Bizhou wanted to raise his nose to the world before, and disdainful of the Qingshan faction, Zhuo Qiuyan was even more angry.

Anyway, the Qingshan Sect has a thousand-year-old inheritance, and even the Imperial Heaven Sect Master will buy a little face, but as a result, this arrogant guy doesn't even enter the door in disgust, let alone has a little respect for himself as the head of the sect.

I seized the opportunity today, how can I not give him some color and let him see how many eyes Ma Wang Ye has.

Because of the fire in his heart, Zhuo Qiuyan is simply full of firepower, and he doesn't have the slightest pity for the jade.

With a wave of Shen Bizhou's long sword, it was a sharp ice stubble, heading straight for Shen Bizhou's lower abdomen.

Shen Bizhou was forced to be helpless, reached out and took out a soft whip, and whipped it at the ice sword, forcibly pumping the cold qi away. But Zhuo Qiuyan didn't look surprised, he had already expected it, and with a twist of his wrist, he pulled out a sword flower with his backhand and wanted to break Shen Bizhou's soft whip.

With a bang, Han Qing's bone slashed on the soft whip, but only a white mark was cut, and it did not hurt the inside.

Zhuo Qiuyan's expression changed, knowing that Shen Bizhou had used a method to pour the power on the soft whip.

This Shen Bizhou looked proud and complacent, and he did have some ability, and he really couldn't be underestimated with him.

So with a spirit of 120,000 points, Zhuo Qiuyan became more and more serious, the moves in his hand became calm and powerful, his body moved instantaneously with his footsteps, and in a blink of an eye, he fought with Shen Bizhou for hundreds of moves.

It's just that the more he beats Zhuo Qiuyan, the more he feels that something is wrong in his heart.

There is always something in Shen Bizhou's movements, which he wants to be unexpectedly familiar with, as if he has seen it somewhere.

Zhuo Qiuyan's suspicion deepened in his heart, and his eyes stared at Shen Bizhou's figure moving back and forth, and he was unexpectedly distracted.

Suddenly, a flash of spiritual light flashed, and Zhuo Qiuyan's eyes suddenly widened.

Linking Shen Bizhou's previous behavior with his current behavior, Zhuo Qiuyan had a bold guess in his mind.

After realizing this, Zhuo Qiuyan's whole person was not good, and he just wanted to figure out the doubts in his heart, so he made a false move in his hand, jumped out of the battle circle, and stood with a sword.

Shen Bizhou was also stunned when he saw him suddenly withdraw his hand, and he was dragged back halfway through the whip, endured the pain of being shocked after retracting his strength, and stopped his move and stood opposite Zhuo Qiuyan.

"Who are you?!"

Zhuo Qiuyan asked with a calm face.

Shen Bizhou didn't expect him to ask this question, so he was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted, frowning and replying to him:

"In the Lower Heavenly Sect Shen Bizhou, who else can it be. ”

"No! You are definitely not Shen Bizhou!"

Zhuo Qiuyan swore by it, obviously having a full grasp of his judgment.

Shen Bizhou's mind wavered, he never expected this guy to see it so quickly, but he still argued:

"You say I'm not Shen Bizhou, so who am I?!"

Hearing this, Zhuo Qiuyan became more confident, and raised his arm with Han Qinggu, pointing directly at Shen Bizhou's eyebrows:

"What do you say?"