Lu Xiaoyuan, Su Wanling, and the other two Taoists watched from the sidelines, unable to help, and were in a hurry. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Suddenly, a shouting sound came from far and near, and everyone saw that it was a flower butterfly returning.

Of course, he didn't return voluntarily, a silver-white light cluster wrapped in a purple figure was attacking the flower butterfly, the silver-white light group was infused with extremely strong true qi on the blade, and then combined with the extremely wonderful and fast moves.

Flower Butterfly used three stand-in scarecrows one after another, but it was completely useless, the scarecrow was sparsely twisted by the silver light, and he still couldn't get out of the silver light surrounded by it, and then took a few steps back and came to the front of everyone.

The attacker's offensive slowed down, and the silver-white light gradually turned into silver lines, which became shorter and shorter, more and more sparse, and finally stopped completely, and everyone could see that it was a crystal clear short ruler.

The attacker stood upright, his purple shirt fluttering in the wind, his long black hair dancing, and the silver light of the short ruler and the bright moonlight reflected each other, and the person who shone on him was like a fairy in the nine heavens, and he was a real person in Qinghua.

The flower butterfly also stopped, standing in place and panting. The clothes on his body were already in tatters, and there were cracks everywhere from the sword aura emitted by the short ruler, and the wisps fluttered in the wind, but his skin was not damaged in the slightest.

Lu Xiaoyuan has been apprenticed for two years, and he has never seen the master do anything with others, and the disciples use the weapons of the disciples to pass on the skills between the master and the apprentice, and they don't need to go all out. When I saw the master's weapon today, I couldn't help but take a few more glances at the short ruler, which seemed to be jade, the whole body was white, and the ruler body was engraved with the twelve earthly branches of "Zi Chou Yin Mao".

Despite this, the martial technique used by Qinghua is the "Ten Thousand Swords Technique". Although the short ruler is not in his hand, the incomparably strong Taixuan Hao Qi is infused into it, and the power is enough to compare with the Hundred Refining Divine Soldiers.

Flower butterfly cold sweat dripping down the corners of his forehead, scared and strange, he was intercepted by Qinghua when he fled, Qinghua could stab him to death in the third move, but he didn't do it, just cut his clothes, I don't know why, my heart was uneasy. Looking at the short ruler in Qinghua's hand again, he exclaimed, "This is... Streamer!"

Qinghua saw through the heart of the flower butterfly, glanced at Shoubai, whose face was as white as paper, and said lightly: "People who are about to die, why do you need to say more." I killed you just now, but I was afraid that you would die, so now let you strike first, come on!"

Hua Butterfly has a hard and strong temperament, and just now he fought with Shouxiong and others, Shouxiong and others couldn't help him, although everyone attacked the killer and wanted to kill him, he was not angry. Qinghua's strength was obviously stronger than him, and he was extremely disdainful of him in his words, but it made him angry. shouted: "Thief, Lao Tzu doesn't play with you really, are you afraid of you?"

With a roar, the whole body swelled in a circle, and the fragmented clothes on the upper body were shaken off by the qi, revealing a body of black iron muscles, and two flesh buds were born from the back, which slowly grew into two wings that were more than a foot long, and the cyan blood vessels on them were faintly visible. There were also turquoise light streaks between the muscle blocks, his eyes were blood-red, and his expression was hideous, like a vicious demon clan.

Shouxiong and others were shocked when they saw this. Qinghua knew that this was a kind of blessing evil art, and it needed to devour the blood of the demon clan or Neidan before it could be cast. He said as if nothing had happened: "Shenglang Mountain is a Taoist holy land, you are here to make this demon and evil law, aren't you asking for hardship?"

The flower butterfly can no longer speak, "ho ho" roared a few times, the wings fluttered, and two hurricanes blew out, merging into a turquoise whirlwind in the middle of the way, rushing towards Qinghua.

Qinghua's right palm slapped out, and a gossip pattern appeared in the air, turning slowly, and the whirlwind hit the gossip pattern, collapsing in all directions, blowing dust all around.

This "Bagua Dragon Tour" martial art has a history of more than 600 years, when the war between the human race and the demon clan broke out, fighting for the possession of the central and eastern parts of the Shenzhou Continent. This martial art was created to restrain the demon clan, and later the Shenglang faction created a lot of martial arts that were more powerful than the Bagua Dragon Tour, but when it came to fighting with the demon clan, this martial art was the best choice.

With a flick of the sleeves of Qinghua's robe, the eight hexagrams flew out in turn in the order of "Qiankun Zhendu", and they really rushed towards the flower butterfly like a swimming dragon. The flower butterfly spread its wings to protect its chest, suddenly felt a huge force hit it, Tengtengteng took three steps back, and its wings retreated, and it was on the ground to stop the retreat. Suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a strange roar, like gold and iron rubbing each other, piercing the eardrums, followed by the wings slashing, and the two pieces of sharp energy slashed towards Qinghua.

Qinghua's left sleeve swayed, and the true qi gushed out, canceling out the strength of his wings. I saw a flash of green shadows, flowers and butterflies rushed like electricity, and five sharp fingers grabbed it. At the moment, he dodged sideways, the flower butterfly turned around, the left wing swept, Qinghua leaned back, and the huge wings brushed the tip of his nose, only to hear a chaotic sound, and five or six trees with the thickness of the bowl mouth were cut off at the waist.

The flower butterfly was in a riot, and its two claws and wings launched an offensive like thunder. Qinghua fought with him closely, only defending and not attacking. With the development of the war situation, the flower butterfly turned into a cyan wheal with a diameter of two zhang, and the strong wind continued to pour out from the wheal, whirring. A purple figure swam in the wheal, like a flat boat in the stormy waves. The wind and waves were fierce, but they could not sink the boat.

Although Shouxiong and the others fought outside the first zhang, they were blown by the strong wind gushing out of the wheal, and they kept retreating, and finally retreated to the second zhang. Lu Xiaoyuan was secretly frightened, worried about the safety of his master, and had the heart to save him, but how could he get close?

After a while, the purple figure slowly peeled off from the cyan wheal, and an extremely thin sword light shot quickly from the purple figure to the cyan wheal, only to hear a miserable cry, and there was a bright red patch on the cyan wheal. Qinghua's fingers made a sword, and once again stabbed out a sword ray, and the color of the wheal changed from light green to brilliant green, blocking the sword ray.

Lu Xiaoyuan saw that Qinghua was leisurely, walking slowly around the cyan wheal, stabbing a sword from time to time, the wheal was going to be a little greener, knowing that the flower butterfly's all-round defensive style of play was extremely consuming of true qi, and it would not take long for the master to win in the end, and he shouted happily: "Girl, look, is my master very powerful?" He went up the mountain for two more years, and this was the first time he had seen the master fight with the enemy. Although Su Wanling didn't speak, she also admired Qinghua's strength in her heart.

Sure enough, after a while, the cyan wheal eased a lot, and everyone watching the battle could already vaguely distinguish the limbs and wings of the flower butterfly. Qinghua's sword pointed at the vertical split, and there was a large area of blood stained in the wheal.

The flower butterfly was bleeding non-stop, more panicked, and the wheal showed more flaws. Qinghua's sword qi struck a few more times, and the entire wind wheal turned from cyan to blood. When everyone saw it, they couldn't help but feel stunned for a while.

The purple shadow rushed forward, retreating sharply between swallows, and a strange cry came from the cyan wheal, and the wheal disappeared. I saw that the face of the flower butterfly was pale, the limbs were stiff, the two wings hung down softly, and the whole body was slashed and stabbed.

Qinghua knew that he was going to die, so he walked up to Shoubai, stretched out his palm and massaged him on his chest a few times, and Shoubai slowly opened his eyes. Qinghua asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Shoubai nodded and said, "It's much better." ”

Qinghua said: "Well, that's good." "Asked Shouxiong about the reason for this. Shouxiong glared and said, "I don't know, I saw my junior brother and this girl doing it with the flower butterfly, so I did it." ”

Qinghua knew that he was rough and arrogant, and he didn't ask the reason to defend his junior brother. Looking at Lu Xiaoyuan and Su Wanling, he waved his hand and let the four of them leave.

Lu Xiaoyuan was still staring at the streamer ruler on Qinghua's waist, the ruler was bright and white, and a few drops of blood from flowers and butterflies were stained in the battle just now, like a cold plum blooming in the snow, red and white were distinct, giving people a shocking beauty enjoyment.

Qinghua saw that the ruler was stained with blood, frowned slightly, took off the ruler, stretched out his sleeve to gently wipe off the bloodstains, pursed his lips and shh

Lu Xiaoyuan saw that Qinghua attached so much importance to the streamer, and said curiously: "Master, is this streamer a powerful divine weapon? Or does it have a special divine effect?"

Qinghua shook his head, sighed, and said, "I don't know. If someone could explain the mystery, there wouldn't be so much going on. Smiling slightly, but full of bitterness, he looked at Lu Xiaoyuan's bronze sword and said, "Maybe, it's not as powerful as your bronze sword!"

"Really?" Lu Xiaoyuan was a little proud, and the bronze sword slashed a few times.

Qinghua said: "Although your bronze sword is integrated with Qing Ying's spiritual power, it is not of the highest grade, and in the future, as you cultivate and improve, you will need to continue to integrate spiritual stones with stronger divine power." After saying that, she glanced at Su Wanling beside Lu Xiaoyuan, and turned her eyes to Lu Xiaoyuan, with the intention of asking.

Lu Xiaoyuan said: "Master, the disciple knows his mistake, and he shouldn't take anyone outside the sect up the mountain without the permission of the master." ”

Qinghua Zhenren asked about Su Wanling's identity and origin. Lu Xiaoyuan and her walked from Taohuadu to Wanzhou, and got along for more than ten days, and they didn't hear Su Wanling talk about the specific situation of her family, so they turned their eyes to Su Wanling for inquiry.

Su Wanling only said that she was from the Western Regions, so she didn't disclose any other information. Qinghua Zhenren saw that her "Ten Thousand Yarrow Spirit Recipe" was not a martial arts technique all the way to the demon, so she refused to say it, so she didn't ask anymore. asked Lu Xiaoyuan: "On that day, you and a girl killed Yu Lizhou in the imperial capital and burned Samye Temple, is this girl?" Lu Xiaoyuan nodded yes.

Qinghua asked Su Wanling what she planned now, Lu Xiaoyuan didn't want to lie to her master, nor did she want to embarrass Su Wanling, so she grabbed the head and truthfully stated the plan.

Qinghua Zhenren frowned slightly, quite displeased: "As a member of the Shenglang Sect, you want to accompany a woman to spend the night in a quiet place of Taoism, what kind of system is this?"

Lu Xiaoyuan said: "Yes, it's only because the disciple is not thoughtful, but if the girl doesn't live here, she will be homeless." "Master is very indulgent to himself, he is not worried about being punished, but he is afraid that Master will not let Su Wanling live on the mountain.

Qinghua Zhenren "snorted", turned around, and said nothing. Lu Xiaoyuan was worried in his heart, and he didn't know how to deal with this matter. Su Wanling saw that Lu Xiaoyuan was embarrassed, and was about to explain that she would go down the mountain and never cause trouble to the Shenglang faction. Qinghua Zhenren took a step ahead of her and said, "Take her to live in the retreat and make plans tomorrow." After speaking, he didn't look back, and went straight back to Tianzhu Peak.