Seeing Gu Ning's body fall to the ground, Duxiao immediately retracted his palm.

Then, with a gloomy face, he slowly walked to the side of the King of Killers, his eyes flashing with a fierce and uncertain light.

Not long ago, he was almost driven mad by the ice under the overpass, and Duxiao Qiong has been feeling a sullen breath in his heart.

For a peerless master like him, whose skills had been perfected, this situation was extremely unusual.

Although Duxiaoqiong couldn't figure out the reason for this, he faintly felt that if this situation continued, it was likely to produce a mental barrier, which would become a threshold that would never break through in his cultivation.

To avoid this problem, he urgently needs to find a way to unwind and regain that confidence that he can control.

And just now in the fight with Gu Ning, Duxiaoqiong found that he seemed to have found a way to vent, and the sullen breath in his heart was actually relieved because of this.

In order to make this way of venting last longer, when he hit the last Chiyang palm, he temporarily withdrew a few percent of his palm power, and also deliberately avoided the fatal hole on Gu Ning's back.

At this moment, staring at the killer king's body that was still twitching slightly, a devilish bloodlust and impulse were constantly surging in Duxiaoqiong's heart.

Finally, he could no longer resist the temptation to vent, and slowly raised his right palm.

"Duxiaoqiong, we might as well compete to see who makes the faster shot. Are you going to beat that Gu Vice Alliance Master into meat sauce first, or I'll screw off the heads of your two apprentices first!"

As soon as he heard that clear voice, which was not unfamiliar, Duxiaoqiong's heart couldn't help but jerk, and a feeling of annoyance and depression also came up.

Han Bing, it's this haunting little bastard again!

Du Xiaoqiong did not withdraw his palm, but turned his head to look at the white-clothed young man who was more than ten feet away.

However, at this moment, the handsome face of the young man in white no longer has the usual chic smile, and the pair of starry eyes are also full of cold and decisive colors.

And one of his hands, one on the left and one on the right, pinched the back of the necks of the pair of brothers surnamed Gongyu.

Gongyu Sarong was injured by Gu Ning, and he was already unconscious.

His elder brother Gongyu Sayan should have just been done by someone, and he didn't know what to do, and he was paralyzed like a pile of mud.

And the disciples of the Chiyang Sect on the side all stood there dumbfounded, not figuring out how this situation in front of them had happened.

It seemed that just now, a white light suddenly fell from the sky. Then, the Gongyu brothers were held in their hands......

"Do you think that if you kill the disciple of this seat, you will be able to leave this place alive?"

Duxiaoqiong looked at Han Bing coldly, and his raised right palm still didn't mean to let go.

Han Bing sneered disdainfully, and said, "Just try it! This son likes this kind of killing game the most." It's better for me to count, and when the count reaches three, you and I will do it at the same time.

After your Solo Sect Master has completely beaten that Gu Ning into meat sauce, come over and count how many of your disciples I have killed, how about it?"

A bloodthirsty light suddenly flashed in Duxiaoqiong's eyes, but when his gaze swept over Gongyu Sarong's pale face, his heart couldn't help but tremble slightly, and the nameless anger in his chest seemed to be relieved.

If it had been placed in the past, he, the Chiyang Sect Master, would probably not even have to think about it, so he would have ordered the other disciples to come forward and besiege Han Bing, the sworn enemy of Da Rong.

At this moment, however, he hesitated.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, in his heart, Duxiaoqiong still clearly felt that he didn't want Gongyu to die.

A few months ago, he was attacked outside Jingyang City and was wounded by an arrow. It was Gongyu Sarong who desperately rescued each other, and their master and apprentice were able to return to Darong alive.

Since then, Duxiaoqiong has decided that Gongyu Sarong, the second disciple of his own personal lineage, will inherit his mantle and become the next Chiyang Sect Master.

And once he had this idea, for some reason, the more he looked at Gongyu Sarong, the more pleasing he became, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

Sometimes, Duxiaoqiong also secretly felt that his preference for this apprentice was really a little unusual, because it was not at all like his usual style of acting.

But he still often unconsciously observed Gongyu Sarong's emotions, and gradually invested in this apprentice's body a feeling that even he couldn't explain clearly.

Because of this kind of feeling, Duxiaoqiong himself has never experienced it, so he doesn't understand it, this is actually a kind of love similar to that between father and son.

It's a pity that his own biological father, King Chiyang, traveled alone, but never gave him even the slightest bit of such love.

Since he didn't understand, Duxiaoqiong didn't want to think about it, and only regarded his care for Gongyu Sarong as a kind of importance and expectation of the master for his apprentice.

Because of this, Fang Cai Gongyu Sarong suddenly left the overpass and ran to save his brother Gongyu Sayan. Although Du Xiaoqiong was very angry about this, he still gave up the opportunity to besiege and kill Han Bing, and caught up to protect his wayward apprentice.

It's a pity that he was still a step too late.

Seeing that Gongyu Sarong was injured by Gu Ning, Duxiao Qiong felt heartache, and immediately had an urge to tear Gu Ning to pieces.

Seeing that his idea was about to come true, but because he was too focused on dealing with Gu Ning, he let Han Bing, who didn't know when he arrived here, take advantage of the gap and catch Gongyu Sarong.

And now, Gongyu Sarong is the weakness of his Chiyang Sect Master.

After continuing to confront Han Bing for a while, Duxiao Qiong finally put down his right palm.

He couldn't help but glance at the Gongyu Sassa in Han Bing's hand again, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

"Substitution!"

Han Bing simply spat out two words, clearly indicating that he didn't want to talk any more nonsense.

"Good!"

Duxiaoqiong also replied happily, and then retreated a few feet away from Gu Ning's side.

Seeing this, Han Bing immediately threw the Gongyu Sayan in his left hand to the ground casually, but his right hand still grabbed the Gongyu Sarong, and flew to Gu Ning's approach.

I saw that his free left hand, as soon as he grabbed the downward void, he lifted Gu Ning horizontally, and then threw it into the air with a little force.

Then, Han Bing himself jumped up, stretched out his left arm, and gently supported Gu Ning's lower back.

At the same time, his right wrist also shook slightly, and he threw the male jade in his hand towards Duxiaoqiong.

This throw seems to be extremely casual, but it carries two completely different forces of yin and yang.

Seeing Gongyu Sarong's body flying towards him unhurriedly, Duxiaoqiong couldn't help but slowly pushed forward with a solemn face.

He, the Chiyang Sect Master, had already seen the power of the combined force of yin and yang, so naturally he didn't dare to be careless at all.

Sure enough, as soon as the soft palm wind he launched touched Gongyu Sarong's body, it immediately gave birth to a kind of anti-shock force.

Driven by the force of this backshock, Gongyu Sarong's body suddenly spun in the air, and the speed of his forward rush also increased significantly.

Seeing this, Duxiao Qiong hurriedly launched another Chiyang palm with ten success powers, hitting the void one foot above Gongyu Sarong's body.

After a muffled sound, there was a backward airflow, which shook Gongyu Sarong's body that was originally rotating forward, and suddenly stopped in the air, completely still.

It was only at this moment that Duxiaoqiong dared to fly up, stretching out his arm to catch Gongyu Sarong's body.

After he landed firmly on the ground with Gongyu Sarong in his arms, the traces of cold ice and Gu Ning had long disappeared in midair.

His piercing eagle eyes glanced northeast, and a strange feeling suddenly flashed in his heart.

But then he lowered his head and looked at Gongyu Sarong, who was lying in his arms, still unconscious, and couldn't help but sigh deeply. Concern for the safety of the disciple immediately replaced all other thoughts.