The flat land of the mountain peaks outside the quadrangle.

When the dazzling light faded and the roar faded, everything was calm again.

After making sure that there was nothing unusual, slowly a few bird calls began to chirp on the branches, Zhao Jiuge watched Bai Qingqing swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva, it was too violent, if that magic weapon was against himself, even if he would not be as powerless as a vulture, but in the end, it was estimated that it would not be much better.

Bai Qingqing, who easily killed the vulture, did not have the slightest fluctuation on her face, brushed her green silk, and reinserted the terrifying hosta into her hair, at this time her whole person looked quiet and far-reaching, without the enchanting feeling of the past.

However, the idea that Zhao Jiuge had just sprung up was broken, Bai Qingqing suddenly glanced at Zhao Jiuge, rolled his eyes and said angrily, "What do you see, I have never seen such a majestic side of my sister." ”

Zhao Jiuge was speechless for a moment, his face twitched helplessly, and he muttered to himself in his heart. Bai Qingqing, who said a word to Zhao Jiuge, quickly took out the small bottle of blue and white porcelain, held it in his hand, and poured out a small Huan Dan into the palm of his hand with a gentle movement, and then two white and slender two fingers picked up the dark red Xiao Huan Dan and sent it to the small cherry mouth full of temptation.

"Let's go, let's go in and find Han Songcheng, only by killing him can we complete the task. As he spoke, he slowly approached Zhao Jiuge, just now in order to get rid of the vultures as soon as possible, he did not hesitate to use the spiritual weapon in his hand, you must know that the greater the power of the spiritual weapon, the harsher the conditions for its use, and the spiritual power consumed has also increased exponentially, and the current Bai Qingqing's spiritual power has long been exhausted.

Zhao Jiuge excitedly picked up those ordinary magic weapons and the twilight sky drum and blood-colored sword just now from the ground, received it into his storage ring, and said to Bai Qingqing with a hippie smile, "I know that our sister Qingqing doesn't look down on this garbage." "I don't like Bai Qingqing, it doesn't mean that Zhao Jiuge doesn't like it, even if he doesn't need it, he can go back and sell it to the sect in exchange for a little tribute, but he wants to refine one or two practical magic weapons and equipment before the selection conference on the horse, as for the number of flying swords required is too high, the main thing is to get a good sword embryo, so that the quality of the flying sword is high.

"Look at your virtue, just a little pursuit. Bai Qingqing looked disdainful, and he was accustomed to Zhao Jiuge's dead face. "Okay, we'll leave after putting away the things, wait for you to be careful, I don't have any spiritual power to help you, now I'm waiting for the effect of Xiao Huandan." ”

Bai Qingqing is also a master of the arts, and in the case of Han Songcheng, he resolutely used a spiritual weapon to kill the vulture, even if his spiritual power was exhausted, he must have relied on Zhao Jiuge next to him.

After collecting the things, Zhao Jiuge, who was satisfied, nodded, and poured out Xiao Huandan, took one and swallowed it in his mouth.

There was a faint medicinal fragrance in his nose, but there was a spicy taste in his mouth, but the effect was also obvious, and only about fifty percent of his spiritual power began to recover rapidly, which made Zhao Jiuge's eyes light up when he found out about the situation.

Suddenly, a sound from the door of the courtyard immediately attracted the attention of the two.

Han Songcheng, who was recovering his spiritual power in the room, heard the vulture's sad and angry voice, and a bad thought surged in his heart, and he couldn't care about recovering his spiritual power anymore, so he hurriedly walked out of the room and ran to the flat bottom on the mountain peak outside.

At this moment, Han Songcheng, who was dressed in a green shirt and holding a gray long sword in his hand, looked at everything around him with a shocked and frightened face, he didn't expect that in just a few moments, all of his hands and vultures would be spared, and all of them died.

Looking at the scene of blood-stained grass and broken arms and broken arms on the ground, he didn't need to think about it to know how tragic the previous battle was, although he didn't see the corpse of the vulture, but he knew what his fate was by listening to the voice just now.

Han Songcheng, who has been crisscrossing Huanghualing for 20 years, in one day, only his cumin is left, and at this moment, he has a feeling of lifting his sword and looking around.

However, when he saw Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing at the next moment, the grief and indignation in his heart suddenly turned into anger, Zhang Long, Luo Xuqing, vultures and other familiar faces appeared in Han Songcheng's mind, although those people were his subordinates, but they have been together for many years, people have feelings after all, Han Songcheng can't wait to cut Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing with a thousand knives.

The words before the vulture died constantly impacted Han Songcheng's heart, which made him panic, in fact, the vulture misunderstood Han Songcheng, although he cherished his life and wanted to recover his spiritual power to face the battle at his peak, but what he didn't expect was that the vulture was so vulnerable, and he didn't delay for long, first his plan was to trap him with the phantom array and Zhang Long and others, and in the end he and the vulture spiritual power recovered almost, and they were besieging and killing him, but now who knows that this will be such an ending, how can this not make him angry and angry, but it is already too late。

"Ahhh......hhh I'm going to cut you two little bastards with a thousand knives. Han Songcheng screamed a little crazy, his eyes were red and bloodshot, his long hair was scattered, and the gray long sword in his hand was waving.

looked at Han Songcheng, who was usually enchanted, and the expressions of the two were different.

Zhao Jiuge returned with a smile,

Bai Qingqing scoffed.

For this kind of inhumane dog offal, Zhao Jiuge has no psychological burden, maybe ask Zhao Jiuge to kill a dog, Zhao Jiuge will be soft-hearted, but killing a Han Songcheng who is not as good as a dog, Zhao Jiuge has no feeling, because in his eyes, Han Songcheng just means a tribute.

Smiling slightly, Zhao Jiuge looked at the crazy Han Songcheng, and before he could take the lead, he greeted him, and at this moment, Zhao Jiuge's fighting spirit skyrocketed unprecedentedly.

In the middle stage of the foundation building realm against the late stage of the foundation building realm, Zhao Jiuge was not afraid, he wanted a painful battle, and he wanted to see the benefits of actual combat!

Bang.

It is still a person who has not yet arrived, and the spiritual power fluctuation momentum in the middle of the foundation building realm is the first to come out, and the air has dropped a few degrees at this moment, and the golden spiritual power is mixed with the ice blue mist, since entering the cold sky Sword Gang spiritual vein quenched through the body, Zhao Jiuge is more and more fond of fighting, and directly weakens the other party with spiritual power momentum first.

Hmph, a cold snort came from Han Songcheng's nose, his eyes squinted lightly and then returned to his original state in an instant, thinking that he had come just in time, he was worried that he had no place to vent his anger, seeing that Bai Qingqing's spiritual power had been exhausted, he had already thought about how to torture that little goblin if he killed this kid, thinking of this, Han Songcheng's scarlet eyes flashed a trace of fire at this moment.

Another fierce spiritual power momentum rushed into the sky, and the gray spiritual power fluctuations poured into the air like waves, for this young man who was one level lower than his own realm, Han Songcheng didn't pay any attention to it. Then the two momentums collided without any tricks or skills.

The trees around him were chattering, and the grass on the ground was bent in all directions. Han Songcheng secretly frowned, a little surprised in his heart why this scene occurred, there must be something strange.

Fortunately, his spiritual power has recovered eighty percent, facing a Bai Qingqing who has exhausted his spiritual power, and Zhao Jiuge, who has cultivated lower than himself, Han Songcheng asked himself, confident that even if he waits for something weird, he can get out of the way, this is a kind of confidence in his own strength for so many years.

The name of the exercises he practiced was Dead Wood Decision, and the color of his spiritual power was gray, just like the gray silence of the name of the exercises, which he learned from a casual cultivator when he was young and apprenticed to his teacher, but later, when Han Songcheng knew that the second half of the exercises, the man who was nominally his master, did not teach him, he actually brutally attacked his master, and finally threatened the master with his life to hand over the second half of the exercises. When he got the second half of the exercises, he mercilessly killed people and killed the teacher, doing such a tragic thing.

Zhao Jiuge moved his body, stepped on his steps, held the Qingmei sword in his hand, and pointed obliquely at Han Songcheng with murderous energy, and the wind that rolled up all the way blew a few strands of hair on his delicate face.

After Zhao Jiuge saw Bai Qingqing's fighting style, he also liked this feeling, stopping it with force and countering violence with violence.

Han Songcheng watched all this coldly, the hairy boy is the hairy boy, what about the spiritual light, the waste of spiritual power is flashy.

When he saw that Zhao Jiuge was about to get close and could already feel the edge of the cyan long sword, Han Songcheng's spiritual power poured in and out from the gray long sword in his hand.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Seven times in a row, the two long swords made a sound, when the last sound fell, and the aftermath had not yet dissipated, Han Songcheng's green shirt made a crisp sound, the hem of his clothes was cut by the sword qi, and he fell to the ground, and the whole person even took a few steps back, and the long sword in his right hand felt stiff, and a heart-piercing cold air rushed in his hand.

Han Songcheng, who was already a little crazy and couldn't bear the murderous aura in his heart for a long time, was instantly awakened by this cold aura, and even the anger in his heart dissipated a little.

There was a storm in his heart, what is the origin of this young man, although his cultivation is worse than himself, but his spiritual power is not weaker than his own, and his spiritual power is still so domineering, Han Songcheng, who has always been cautious, was shocked, and he didn't even have the intention of avenging his subordinates. His eyes flickered, looking for an angle to escape, count the two of them as powerful! It's a big deal to leave Huanghualing, with his own strength, he doesn't believe that there is nowhere to go, and without his subordinates, he can get away with the world alone.

With this thought in his heart, Han Songcheng didn't have the ** to continue to fight to the death, and while facing off with Zhao Jiuge, he quietly moved to an open position.

When he forced Zhao Jiuge away with a sword, and his back was not facing Bai Qingqing and Zhao Jiuge, Han Songcheng fiercely held a gray long sword and waved three swords, and then did not look back, controlling the gray long swordfish in the air, and he was about to step on the flying sword and escape.

How could Zhao Jiu Ge get his wish, when he found out Han Songcheng's intentions, his eyebrows furrowed unhappily, the law of the Sanskrit Sound Holy Body was quickly used, and the two golden-veined dragons entrenched in the dantian in his body instantly rose to the sky, and after such a long period of cultivation, the two golden-veined dragons had already recovered.

The dragon's groan rippled in the air, Han Songcheng had already stepped on the gray long sword, and at the same time felt the piercing chill and sense of danger behind him, but he didn't dare to turn back, because he was afraid that he would delay the time to escape once he turned around, but that sense of danger poured into his heart, and he couldn't be indifferent, the gray spiritual light wrapped around his body, and he also used spiritual power to externalize the body protection spirit armor outside his body.

The two golden-veined swimming dragons caught up with Han Songcheng in a blink of an eye, and in Zhao Jiuge's wide-open pupils, they violently hit Han Songcheng's back, and the body protection spirit armor had already been shattered in an instant, and then Han Songcheng, who was glowing with spiritual light on his body, was knocked away more than ten meters away, and the gray long sword suspended in the air fell because it lost his control.

Han Songcheng, who fell to the ground in embarrassment, kept spitting blood, and the vertebrae on his back had been sunken down a large piece, fortunately, his body physique was different from that of mortals, there was no major problem, and his life would not be in danger, and the spiritual light on his body had already disappeared after dimming, and the previous body protection spirit armor externalized by spiritual power resisted most of the attacks and saved his life, but now he was so weak that he could not use spiritual power to fight, and the meridians of his body were seriously injured。

Sure enough, a moment later, Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing, who had swallowed Xiao Huan Dan and had already recovered some spiritual power, chased after him, holding a flying sword in his hand, and looked at the weak and embarrassed Han Songcheng on the ground with an unkind expression.

Zhao Jiuge kicked Han Songcheng's body with his right foot, and yelled, "You continue to run, you have done so many evil things to oppress the people, and you want to run away." ”

Han Songcheng's body only trembled a few times after being kicked and then returned to a motionless state, and his face, which was already bleeding, spit out a big mouthful this time.

Han Songcheng twisted his eyebrows and coughed a few times in pain, moving his body with difficulty, as if he wanted to get up, his mouth was open, and his lips moved lightly, he probably wanted to speak.

Just when Zhao Jiuge thought that Han Songcheng was a dog and didn't want to continue to do it, a scene that made Zhao Jiuge's jaw stunned appeared.

"Young heroine, spare me, I won't dare in the future, give me a chance. After speaking, his injured body turned over with difficulty and knelt on the ground. Make a compilation with both hands in fists.