"Senior Brother Gu of the Huashan Sect, we are waiting for you, let's go! The people of the Demon Sect will not wait for us for too long. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info," a Songshan disciple said with a strange smile as he looked at Gu Chuanxia.

Gu Chuanxia had a sneer on his face, and went out of the city with a group of twelve Songshan disciples.

Outside the city, smoke and dust billowed and the ground cracked, apparently the battle was too fierce, and several layers of the ground had been scraped off, leaving only the ugly earth, not even a trace of weeds, only a trace of blood remained in some cracks that had not yet dried up completely.

Seventy miles out of the city, the people of the Songshan faction stopped advancing, and then tacitly surrounded the ancient legend in the center.

"Just waiting for you to make trouble, I don't think your Songshan faction is really arrogant, and you dare to kill me if you are only a hundred miles out of the city. Gu Chuanxia sarcastically said.

One of the Songshan disciples said coldly: "Kill you? No, we are just taking care of you, Senior Brother Shi said that he would take off your head with his own hands." ”

"Aren't you afraid of causing public outrage by doing this?" asked Gu Chuanxia.

A Songshan disciple laughed, pointed at Gu Chuanxia and said: "It's really ignorant! Who dares to accuse me of acting in the Songshan faction? You are just a Huashan disciple, and if you die, you will die, and Yue Buqun, that old turtle, will not tear your face with us for you, let alone others." ”

"What if I kill you?" asked the ancient legend.

"You, you're just a Huashan disciple, and you want to kill us, twelve Songshan inner disciples who have laid down the Twelve Chenchen Great Array?" and many Songshan disciples laughed, out of breath.

"Even Ling Hu Chong didn't dare to say such wild words, why are you?" a Songshan disciple shouted.

Gu Chuanxia said lightly: "Just rely on the sword in my hand!"

As soon as the words fell, the blade of the sword came out of its sheath.

The Rainbow Sword stabbed towards one of them with a fierce force.

"Array!"

The Songshan Twelve Stars Array, corresponding to the twelve hours, the alternation of the sword blade is like the alternation of time, intricate and has the effect of confusing the mind, although it is far less than the Shaolin Arhat Array, the Wudang Zhenwu Array, the Beggar Gang Dog Array and other famous fierce arrays, but it is also powerful. Superimposing the strength of the twelve inner disciples above the tenth layer of the day after tomorrow can theoretically trap the innate powerhouse for a moment and a half.

The ancient legend of the swordsmanship is exquisite, but in the face of such a complex formation that gathers the power of many people, it is still difficult to break through.

With a fierce flash in his eyes, Gu Chuanxia made a killing move.

"Dingyang needle!"

A sword light flew out, and a Songshan disciple who had no time to dodge died under the sword of Gu Chuanxia.

"This is a true mastery! How can you use a Huashan disciple?" The remaining Songshan disciples were shocked.

"If you die, ask your ancestors!" Gu Chuanxia didn't say more, as soon as the Twelve Chen Great Array broke, Gu Chuanxia used all his means to sway wantonly.

The Quanzhen swordsmanship and the Huashan swordsmanship were used alternately, and the Xiyi swordsmanship and the one sword and the three Qings cooperated, and the Songshan disciples who were killed in an instant turned their backs.

Gu Chuanxia once fought alone against hundreds of people in the inner gate of Huashan, and was very good at group battles. Jin Yangong stepped into the air and crossed the void. If there is no innate true qi to fly in the sky, you can't catch the traces of ancient legends at all.

The disciple of Songshan was stabbed to death by Gu Chuanxia with a sword, and soon the blood was sprinkled on the ground, and the corpses were mixed together, which was extremely bloody.

Whew...

A shrill eagle chirp sounded.

Gu Chuanxia's complexion changed slightly.

He didn't expect to meet people from the Demon Sect here.

Hovering in the sky is the Blood Eagle raised by the Demon Cult, which is specially used by the people of the Demon Cult to detect the enemy.

Blowing the whistle, the ancient legend summoned Montenegro, stepped on the Montenegro and rode his horse in the direction of the wasteland.

Turning around and going back to the city, not to mention the interception of the people in the Demon Sect, the Stenda of the Songshan Sect might be on the way here, and he couldn't say that he happened to bump into him.

Stenda had not arrived for a long time, thinking that he had done what he had told Ling Hu Chong before, and helped him drag Stenda with his thoughts. This drunkard is unexpectedly reliable sometimes.

Riding his horse and galloping, but after only three or four miles, the ancient legend changed his route to the west, and then changed his route to the south for another three or four miles.

Three times in a row, Gu Chuanxia finally grabbed Montenegro and stayed in place.

"Why didn't you run away? I thought you'd be a little more tenacious. There was a cruel banter in the teasing voice.

Gu Chuanxia sat on horseback, his waist was straight, and he held the hilt of his sword, without fear.

"Demon Sect and Demons, as long as you have this little guts, you have laid a net of heaven and earth, but you don't dare to show up to meet you?" Gu Chuanxia said slowly.

The eagle chirped steeply.

The huge wings flapped and the wind blew the sand and rocks.

The giant eagle landed, and a man in a black dragon scale robe jumped on the back of the eagle, holding a jade bone phoenix feather fan in his hand, standing proudly with one hand on his back.

Gu Chuanxia stared at this person for a few moments, and suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" the visitor retorted.

"Seeing you, I finally understand why you want to enter the Demon Cult. ”

"I can understand your resentment of this world, you must have been living in hell for decades before you didn't see the light of day!" Gu Chuanxia said sadly.

"What the hell are you talking about? I, Yang Tianhao, am not someone you can laugh at casually!" said the man standing there.

Gu Chuanxia continued: "You must be very confused now, you don't know why you were born, you must hate your parents!"

"Why am I...・・Not to you, are you kidding me?"

"Listen to me, your revenge on this world is useless, it's still too late to turn back, although you have a rabbit mouth, and big buckteeth, very small eyes, a nose turned out, but old ears, a lot of freckles on your face, and your skin is not very good, and you are still very dark, and you look old. But you... You're still young. Believe that the world is more than just faces. Gu Chuanxia resisted the urge to burst into laughter and continued.

"You..." Yang Tianhao trembled, and his fingers trembled constantly. He lived for twenty years, and although he always knew that he was ugly, he never dared to ridicule him so much in front of him, and poked him deeply in pain.

"Look at how you are dressed, you are also a high-ranking cadre of the Demon Sect! In this case, why don't you find a flat finger and change your face? Could it be that Ping Yizhi also thinks that you have no cure at all, and there is nothing to be done against you?"

So the angry Yang Tianhao didn't care to greet his subordinates, and rushed towards Gu Chuanxia angrily alone, and the feather fan in his hand erupted into an astonishing scorching heat.

The phoenix is a spirit of fire, and its fan made of feathers can naturally control fire.

A huge fireball slammed into the Ancient Legend, scorching hot enough to turn steel into juice.

Gu Chuanxia stepped on the flying clouds, flew through the air, dodged the huge fireball, ran the Sanhua Ju top palm, and slapped towards Yang Tianhao with one palm.

"Young master, be careful!"

Dozens of figures flashed out and attacked the ancient legend.

But Gu Chuanxia had already prepared, and he was faster and directly injured Yang Tianhao with a palm, and clasped his neck with his hand.

"Don't come here, or I'll strangle him at once, and we'll break up." ”

Holding the hostage, the ancient legend became emboldened and shouted loudly.