At that time, seeing Mo Zhongqing flying over, Qi Yanzhi was not sad or happy, let alone seeing what he was doing, he saw a layer of light blue light flashing in front of him, and Mo Zhongqing, who was angry and came to the front, was shocked back by a huge force, and the person also slammed back to the stone gate like a shuttle, and there was a loud bang, and the stone gate behind him collapsed half of the corner. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As soon as Mo Zhongqing wanted to get up quickly, a mouthful of blood overflowed the corners of his mouth, and the person was paralyzed again, it can be inferred from this injury that the whole person was injured when he was shocked on the stone gate, which showed that Qi Yanzhi had no intention of killing him because of his old feelings, otherwise he would have taken his life this time.

But Mo Zhongqing doesn't care about these anymore, compared to the hellish scene in front of him, the cold corpse on the stage, what is this trace of care?

Compared with the love between master and apprentice in the past twenty years, yesterday's promise, today's hypocrisy and false righteousness are much more ridiculous!

He Mo Zhongqing didn't need this kind of cheap mercy, and he also knew that there was no chance of winning against Qi Yan's hostility, and it was not the way of a smart person.

But so what?

There is a way to be reasonable, reasonable, "love" comes first in "reason", and at this moment, there is no need for reason to be in charge, but for love, for the righteousness in the heart, to ask for justice from this half-teacher and half-friend in front of him!

So he stood up again, and though he staggered and seemed powerless, he straightened up after all, and rushed forward again like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

At the same time, Ding Dong beside him had already wiped away his tears, and there was a sadness and indignation on his little face that did not match his age.

She squeezed the silver chain in her hand, and resolutely shook the silver bell on the chain, but the tone suddenly became hoarse, and Ding Dong looked up in surprise to see that Qi Yanzhi had already put down the woman in her hand at some point, and appeared in front of her so suddenly!

Qi Yanzhi said word for word with an expressionless face: "You have been with me for a long time, and you have repeatedly peeped in the dark, but I didn't mean to hurt you, but you brought Zhong Qing here today to jump over my bottom line." ”

As he was talking, he saw one of Qi Yan's big hands slowly stretched out to Ding Dong's delicate neck, but Ding Dong couldn't move, watching himself being strangled by his neck and slowly hanging in the air.

Seeing this, Mo Zhongqing roared angrily, exhausted the true qi of his body, jumped hard, and smashed it with a punch.

When he got closer, Qi Yanzhi turned sideways and dodged away at will, which was expected, but who knew that the next moment Mo Zhongqing was castrated, and his iron fist smashed into the ice, and without waiting for the debris to splash, he turned his fist into a palm when he couldn't make a move, slapped his palm on the ice, and his body rushed towards the woman lying flat on the ice with the power of a beat.

He knew that he didn't have the ability to snatch people in Qi Yanzhi's hands, so the sleeping woman was his real purpose!

Qi Yanzhi's brows furrowed slightly, although his face was still "Gujing Wubo", but if someone who was familiar with him saw it, he would know that he was really angry with his slight wrinkle.

Just as he waved his sleeve robe slightly, an invisible strong wind chased towards Mo Zhongqing's back, and just as Mo Zhongqing was about to hug the sleeping woman, the strong wind behind him also hit his back.

This thin and seemingly transparent strength touched his body, Mo Zhongqing's movements were suddenly shocked, and his eyes stared at the next mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and the sleeping woman in front of him was immediately dyed with "red".

Qi Yan said word by word, "Put Zhao Yi down!"

Mo Zhongqing's face was fearless, and he didn't care about the blood that was still hanging on the corners of his mouth, and suddenly laughed out loud, and after the laughter, he gritted his teeth with resentment: "Isn't your wife already dead? Didn't you keep saying that you wanted to die with her? Then you should die now!"

After speaking, Mo Zhongqing suddenly raised one palm, condensed the true qi of his whole body in the palm of his hand, and was about to slap it suddenly at the woman in his arms, and at this moment, Qi Yanzhi casually threw away the faint jingle in the past, the jingle body was still in the air and had not fallen, Qi Yanzhi had already stepped on the void and stood in front of Mo Zhongqing!

How long does it take for a person to raise their hand and slam down?

There is no need to ask that it is very fast, and Mo Zhongqing's ruthless palm is full of rupture and resentment, and it is three points faster than usual.

But his opponent is Qi Yanzhi, a celestial who has lived for nearly three hundred years, just looking at his palm just about half an inch, he saw Qi Yanzhi suddenly flash in front of him, and he also pressed down with the same palm!

At this moment, Mo Zhongqing's movements suddenly became sluggish, as if he was locked by an invisible shackle.

Although he didn't know Qi Yanzhi's true identity, he also vaguely guessed that Qi Yanzhi's strength was afraid that only the immortals and even celestials mentioned in the book "Jianxuanlu" could match it.

He also knew that he was deeply trapped in such an esoteric "law", and his hands could not be faster than Qi Yanzhi no matter what.

Mo Zhongqing suddenly wanted to laugh, he felt that it was a luxury to even close his eyes and wait for death at this moment, so he could only look at Qi Yanzhi's ancient face without waves, and watch the big hand press on the top of his head.

And at this moment, a pale hand suddenly tore through the law of the week, and a fist was pressed against Qi Yanzhi's palm.

Before Mo Zhongqing could react, he saw that one of Qi Yan's faces had changed color, yes, this may be the first time in three hundred years that he has shown such a shocked face!

Following Mo Zhongqing's body to regain his freedom, he saw a flower in front of him, as if the pale hand and Qi Yanzhi had passed dozens of moves in an instant, and it seemed that he had not moved at all, but in the next moment, he really saw that Qi Yanzhi was kicked out.

Yes, he was kicked into the air like himself, crashed into the stone door of the ice room, and flew into the corridor before he could stop.

"This ...... How is this possible!"

And at this moment, the sleeping woman in her arms was standing in front of her at some point, she turned her back to her and turned her head slightly, and her voice was crisp and cold: "Your Excellency, this demon is strong, please order Zhao Yi to kill him here forever!"

She, she's talking to me?

Naturally, it was not only Mo Zhongqing who was surprised, but even Qi Yanzhi was in a trance at the moment, but on the other hand, Dong Zhaoyi's expression was cold, and he said as a matter of course: "Your Excellency, please give a commandment!"

What a familiar voice, what a familiar intonation!

But everything was not said to him Qi Yanzhi.

For a moment, Qi Yanzhi originally thought that everything was back to the past, but his heart fell to the bottom again in an instant before half a minute of joy, he opened his mouth, and finally called: "Zhaoyi, it's me, I'm Yanzhi'......"

"Presumptuous! Immortal Venerable is also something that a demon like you can pretend to be?"

Before Qi Yan's words were finished, he was intercepted by Dong Zhaoyi, and then heard Zhaoyi say with a cold face: "Just looking at the full blood around you, you can know how unwilling and hated the person you killed before he died, hum! Such a thirst for killing, harming living beings, Zhaoyi is really intolerable if he doesn't kill you!"

At this moment, Qi Yanzhi was speechless when he heard it, and it was only now that he was sure that this cold-faced woman must be his longing wife, she has not changed in three hundred years, and the person who has changed is himself.

However, can he not change? Qi Yanzhi sighed, as if he was full of sadness.

This sudden scene made Mo Zhongqing a little overwhelmed, but then looked at Bai Suyi lying on the ice platform, anger returned to his heart, and said with hatred on his face: "You can kill him?"

Dong Zhaoyi replied: "Zhaoyi try your best!"

Mo Zhongqing laughed, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! you go and kill him, kill him!"

Zhao Yi was stunned by such hatred, and then her expression returned to normal, and she slammed one palm into the ice, and immediately the entire ice room trembled slightly, and then all the dark blue colors in the ice room turned into strands of filaments that were visible to the naked eye, and all of them converged towards her hand.

In less than a few breaths, it had already condensed into a blue ice sword.

Three-foot cold front, cold light burst out, the sword edge is crystal clear, it seems to be thin and brittle, but it is actually sharp, and the sword body is stained with frost and gas, which seems harmless but can still freeze in all directions.

When Dong Zhaoyi pulled the ice sword away from the ice, Mo Zhongqing found that the entire ice room seemed to have lost its life quickly, and could no longer show the blue color it had before, but the ice began to shatter quietly, and the cracks were as dense as spiders, and even the indoor temperature did not seem to be as cold as Fang Cai.

Mo Zhongqing didn't know what the reason was, but Qi Yanzhi knew that the reason why this ice room was able to survive the scorching heat for three hundred years was due to the support of this sword, and this ice sword was originally a sharp weapon that was integrated with Zhao Yi's body and mind.

It also has a matching name called "Xuanchen", ranking second in the top ten sword scores on the "Jianxuanlu".