"Damn, brother is really no-zuo-no-die this time, this fire sputter...... Tsk, Jingque Peak can be renamed Roasted Bird Peak!"

Feeling the heat wave behind him, Bai Ya only felt that he wanted to cry without tears, don't look at him still laughing at himself, his heart was already cold.

Now he can only pray that no one will be burned to death by the Ling Tiange martial artists who live in the mountain behind Jingque Peak, otherwise he doesn't know if Qingcheng and Emei will fight, anyway, his life is estimated to be lost here.

"Who are you, why don't you go to the back mountain to fight the fire?"

Although Bai Ya had been careful enough along the way, paying great attention to bypassing the Ling Tian Pavilion martial artists who were rushing to the back mountain, the back mountain was full of flames, and there were not many dark places that could hide their figures. In addition, now that there are more and more martial artists who have found that the mountains and rivers are going away, he is going against the crowd again, and he was finally discovered by a sharp-eyed Ling Tiange martial artist.

"This senior brother ......"

Bai Ya didn't have time to dodge, so he had to force a smile and step forward, hoping to defeat the enemy with one blow and get out.

"You're not from this peak, you're here, the arson is here......"

However, it is clear that this martial artist is not only sharp-eyed, but also very clever. Seeing him approaching, he immediately took a few steps back vigilantly, and opened his throat with a wild roar.

"!" Bai Ya cursed secretly, and as soon as his palms were wrong, he pounced directly.

"Someone, come on......" The martial artist continued to summon his companions, while retreating to open the distance from the white cliff, pulling out his long sword, and facing him with a sword aura.

Bai Ya's eyes flashed, and he gritted his teeth and pounced on the sword qi.

The mountain path here is too narrow, and if he can't force this person to give way, he will have to climb the cliff. It's nothing in normal times, but not now, otherwise people put a few sword qi at the bottom, and he will have no "sexual happiness" in his life.

"Poof!" The sword qi fell on the Xuangui Heart Guard, leaving only a shallow imprint, and the strength was also absorbed by the Qing Ying Silk Cloth that was set inside, and it did not cause any damage to the White Cliff at all.

Bai Ya's confidence suddenly increased, and his arms crushed him like a bear.

Seeing that he was so brave, the other party was really startled, and hurriedly jumped up, tapped the mountain wall next to him with his toes, and landed behind Bai Ya in the air, slashing out a sword qi at him again.

"Those who practice swords are really chic!"

The corner of Bai Ya's eyes looked at the other party's elegant, fairy-like figure, and felt a little jealous in his heart.

Fortunately, he still remembered what his purpose was, completely ignoring the sword qi that fell on his back, exerting force with both feet, and running away without looking back.

Seeing this, the warrior was slightly stunned, and then he was furious, and he chased after him with his sword.

He saw that Bai Ya was wearing magic armor, and the sword qi he slashed out this time was all rushing to the next three roads, forcing Bai Ya to dodge left and right, and he was embarrassed.

"Damn, why are you a turtle son so shameless, didn't your master teach you to beat people and not fight three ways?"

After Bai Ya rolled on the mountain road again, he finally couldn't help it, and sprayed wildly at the martial artist behind him.

"Hehe, my master only taught me to 'exhaust' the evil work, and if I don't lay down the three ways, how can I 'exhaust' you!" Surprisingly, the martial artist in the back actually really accosted him.

It's just that Bai Ya didn't understand what he said at first, and when he realized that the 'end' that kid said was the 'purity' of the 'purified' body, he was so angry that he almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood.

"Okay, okay, you turtle son, you kind of leave a name!"

Bai Ya saw that this person was also a young Qi Realm martial artist, and immediately became ruthless, and said in his heart that my brother would not die this time, and when I met you on the rivers and lakes in the future, we would slowly settle the score.

"Hmph, the evil demon said crookedly, you remember, your grandfather will not change his name, he will not change his surname, Tang Jiabao Tang Ling is also!"

The running Bai Ya almost stumbled and fell to the ground, screaming in his heart, Nima, the surname Tang is this kind of goods, and if there is a chance in the future, he must go to the demon cave in Tangjiabao to see and understand.

"Senior Brother Tang, what are you doing here......" Bai Ya and Tang Ling tossed for a while, and finally attracted the attention of the others, and a middle-aged martial artist passing by shouted at Tang Ling with a frown.

Tang Ling was startled, and suddenly realized the purpose of Bai Ya's quarrel with him. In addition to yelling twice at the beginning, he forgot to continue to remind his fellow disciples in the distance in his pride.

"Senior Brother Wu, this person is the spy who set the fire......"

Tang Ling couldn't continue to chase and kill Bai Ya, and hurriedly reported to the middle-aged martial artist. He was so angry that he simply saved his suspicions and directly sentenced Bai Ya to death, of course, he was not wrong.

"Oh?!" The middle-aged martial artist's gaze flickered, and his gaze instantly fell on Bai Ya's back.

"Oh no, this person is at least an artistic conception!" Bai Ya was inexplicably cold, feeling the qi coming from behind him, only to feel that he was a frog targeted by a poisonous snake.

However, he did not blame himself for his bad luck.

You must know that in addition to the youngest of the first two sects, there are also martial disciples who have physical problems like Wu Si, and other martial disciples who have cultivated on the mountain for more than seven or eight years will basically enter the artistic conception.

Of course, the bigger the session, the fewer martial disciples can remain, such as the Qingcheng Sword Finger Peak where Bai Ya stays, the first three sessions account for almost half of the number, and the next seven sessions are only half.

As for a martial artist like Xuan Ji, who has been on the mountain for almost thirty years, it is really rare.

In the case that the qi realm is still less than that of the artistic conception martial artist, Bai Ya is already very lucky to be able to run here intact.

"What should I do?"

Bai Ya was anxious, he was not worried about being caught by the artistic conception master behind him, but he was afraid that he would not be able to kill Wu Zhen with his own hands at the last moment.

However, after bypassing the mountain road in front of him, a building pavilion came into view at the right time, and Bai Ya was suddenly overjoyed, and he almost looked up to the sky and laughed three times.

He finally ran from the back mountain of Jingque Peak to the front peak, which was separated by the martial arts arena and surrounded by the residences of new martial artists. Almost most of the first three martial artists lived here, and Wu Zhen was no exception.

"Little friend, where do you want to go?" Just as he was surprised, a calm voice suddenly sounded, and a figure came first, blocking his way with a leap in the air.

"Get out!" Bai Ya's eyes were red, and when he raised his head, there was a tiger roar, and an invisible sound wave vibrated on the martial arts arena, and the entire peak seemed to be quiet.

The middle-aged warrior standing in front of the white cliff was not on guard for a while, and was shocked to the point that his ears were deaf, and the scene in front of him turned into a ghost.

Seeing that he was distracted, Bai Ya swept past him without hesitation and rushed towards the house in front of him.

"Good thief!" the middle-aged warrior shook his head, quickly recovered, and lifted himself up with anger on his face, crossed the top of the white cliff, and stopped him again.

Bai Ya looked sad for a while, the poor body method is like this, others can fight if they want to, and leave if they want to, he has no way at all.

However, the middle-aged martial artist refused to get too close to the white cliff this time, and lifted the sword from a distance and pulled a sword flower.

The long sword flashed a little bit of crystal sword light in the dark night, and in just an instant, the sword light exploded, combining into a human-sized "giant flower", head-on towards the white cliff.

This is a move in Ling Tian Pavilion's "Spring Return Lijing Sword", it is called the Furious Sword Crazy Flower!

As soon as the Furious Sword Crazy Flower appeared, it instantly emptied the surrounding air, and Bai Ya only felt a huge suction force coming from front of him, which actually pulled him and threw it at the "Giant Flower".

"Hey!" Bai Ya knew that when it was time to fight hard, not only did he not stop, but instead accelerated the speed of rushing forward.

He ran and kicked the ground with his toes, and all of a sudden, the stone slabs laid on the martial arts arena shattered and burst one after another, like a dust dragon frantically pounced into the center of the "giant flower".

As soon as the dust dragon touched the sword flower, it was immediately twisted into powder by the sharp sword qi, and for a moment the dust and mist filled the air, making the sword flower appear looming.

When Bai Ya rushed to him, the sword light in the center of the "Sword Flower" finally became sparse, like a remnant flower that had been plucked out of some stamens.

Looking at the huge sword flower in front of him, which was still dazzling and dazzling, Bai Ya's eyes showed a trace of ruthlessness, his hands covered his head and face, his feet kicked the ground, and he lowered his head and shoulders and slammed into the sword flower.

Tang Ling, who had just chased from behind, was shocked when he saw Bai Ya shaking the angry sword madness without fear of death, and couldn't help but stop.

The middle-aged warrior who used the Angry Sword Crazy Flower was also stunned, and he knew the power of the Angry Sword Crazy Flower best, not to mention the Qi Realm, even the artistic conception martial artist would be divided.

However, the Raging Sword Crazy Flower has a flaw, this move is too slow, and you can still dodge it if you want to.

He had already prepared a backup move, but when he saw Bai Ya looking for death by himself, he couldn't help but feel sorry for himself, and slowly lowered his long sword.

"It's not good, Senior Brother Wu, this person is wearing a French armor ......" Tang Ling behind him was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted at Senior Brother Wu.

However, it was already too late at this time, and as soon as Tang Ling opened his mouth, the dust mist where the sword flower was located suddenly rolled and rolled, as if a giant beast was pregnant inside.

"Po" The huge sword flower trembled slightly, as if it let out an unwilling roar, and then it collapsed completely, and a figure rushed out from the center of the sword flower with the crystal sword light that dissipated from the sky.

"How is this possible?" The middle-aged martial artist's pupils widened, and with the shattering of the sword flower, his originally calm and waveless state of mind finally became chaotic, and he settled down, dodged to the side, and raised his sword to protect his body.

In fact, after Bai Ya broke through the sword flower, there was still some distance away from him, and it was completely too late to make another move. It's just that the middle-aged warrior was shocked by the bravery of Baiya at this time, and actually chose to avoid the battle.

When the other party passed in front of him and saw the current appearance of Bai Ya, the middle-aged martial artist's heart trembled again.

I saw that Bai Ya was covered in blood, his exposed limbs were full of wounds like a baby's mouth, the magic armor on his upper body had been completely shattered, and countless armor fragments were embedded in the wounds.

Especially in the parts of the head and face that are not covered by the arms, the skin is rolled and bloody. On the left forehead, a two-finger-wide piece of flesh hangs down, revealing sparkling white bones underneath, and it is horrible to look at at a glance.

Bai Ya ran past the middle-aged martial artist non-stop, grinning at him gloomily, and the middle-aged martial artist suddenly subconsciously took a step back.

"The thief deceived me!" The middle-aged warrior felt a deep humiliation in his heart, roared angrily, and chased after him with his sword.

However, it was not easy for him to catch up with the White Cliff at this time, because behind him was already the courtyard of the houses of the martial artists.

At this time, some of the warriors who had already rested heard the fierce fighting and came out to watch. The white cliff was as slippery as a swimming fish, but instead used these unknown warriors to block the two behind him.

"Get out of the way!" The middle-aged martial artist was furious, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, jumped into the air, and roared angrily below.

"Huh?" After jumping into the air, the middle-aged warrior suddenly realized that Bai Ya was not running around, and looking at its route, he was rushing straight to a courtyard where the warriors lived in front of him.

"It's not good, it's Zhen'er's small courtyard......" The middle-aged martial artist's pupils shrank, and a bad feeling came to his heart.