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The group in Southern Xinjiang was originally uneasy and kind, but he knew it the moment they entered the Sage Mansion, and now that they are dead, it is quite convenient.

After separation, Ye Qingguan returned to his room and began to sit quietly and breathe, the feeling of losing all his internal strength made him very uneasy, and he always felt that he was in crisis.

His path is too difficult, and if he doesn't have strong strength, it's a dead end.

Whew!

Ye Qingguan's snort was like a dragon, and between the operation of Xuangong, the essence of heaven and earth was absorbed, and it moved with his breathing, and the ancient sword also seemed to have life, swallowing the essence of heaven and earth.

It is a common saying that people live in the world, but for cultivators, it has a different meaning.

Everyone is born with a breath of innate breath, and then the process of growing up is constantly consuming this breath, and when this breath is consumed, it is time for people to die.

A cultivator uses the method of breathing and breathing to absorb the essence of heaven and earth, and strengthen the innate qi in his body, so as to strengthen his body and obtain a longer life.

The average lifespan of mortals who don't know how to cultivate is only forty or fifty years old, and if there are not so many battles for cultivators, the average lifespan is at least seventy or eighty years old, which is definitely a big gap.

As for the saint, the longest record in history is that one lived for more than 500 years, which can be called a miracle!

As night fell outside the window, Ye Qingguan felt that there was finally a thin internal force in his body, but then it was annihilated by an invisible force, and there was not the slightest left.

He knew that this was Gu poison at work, and it would not dissipate without twelve hours.

But he didn't give up, he still insisted on spitting, just like usual, as a kind of cultivation.

The night was getting dark, the lights were lit in the sage house, and in a small courtyard, Yan Bai, dressed in a sky blue robe, was sitting in the courtyard, holding a bamboo slip in his hand, and suddenly raised his head and glanced into the distance.

At the same time, outside Ye Qingguan's door, a black figure lurked in like a ghost, sneaking against the corner of the wall, and the whole person almost melted into the darkness.

Laugh at!

A sword light tore through the air, silently, and even the murderous aura was restrained, but it was extremely fast, stabbing straight at Ye Qingguan's throat.

Ye Qingguan's eyes suddenly opened, like two cold lightning bolts in the dark, he opened his mouth and scolded lightly, and finally spit out a mouthful of inner breath that he had cultivated, turning into a small dragon, with a sharp sword qi, slashing towards the black shadow.

The black shadow was slightly shocked in his heart, and the sword momentum under his hand changed, like a breeze blowing, disintegrating the inner breath.

And Ye Qingguan had already jumped up, knowing that his internal strength had been completely lost, and at this moment, only by relying on the strength of his physical body could he have a glimmer of life.

He stepped forward, his fists flickering, the muscles of his whole body bulging like dragons, full of explosive power, and he smashed out with a punch, and the oppressive air trembled.

The black shadow retreated, not daring to fight this punch, but Ye Qingguan was like a spirit snake, his body was dexterous, and he firmly bit this person, and his fist momentum remained unchanged, like a river slanting out.

Retreated to the corner of the wall, and finally there was no way to retreat, the black shadow roared, and the internal force converged in the palm of the hand, setting off the whirring palm wind, and slapped it with the power of the mountain cracking stone.

Boom!

The fists and palms were handed over, and two powerful forces exploded, Ye Qingguan's body was suffocated, and he felt that his entire arm was numb, and a strong internal force was raging in his arm.

And the black shadow on the opposite side was even more unbearable, the bones clicked softly, and the entire arm was bent and folded into a terrible arc, and it was useless.

His eyes were full of horror, it was hard to imagine that Ye Qingguan's physical strength was so strong, it was definitely no worse than those masters who practiced hard skills on the rivers and lakes, copper tendons and iron bones, and the whole person was a weapon.

Ye Qingguan is unforgiving, his momentum is monstrous, his eyes are like cold electricity, and the whole person has a kind of domineering demonic nature, just a simple punch, but it gives people the illusion that a mountain is pressed down, which makes people suffocate and make people tremble.

But at this moment, a sword light came from the side, silently, without any warning, as if it appeared out of thin air, piercing Ye Qingguan's armpit.

Behind him, a sword light also appeared, like a poisonous snake swallowing a letter, and the sharp edge of the sword pointed directly at the back of his heart.

There were injured people in front, killers on the side, and people blocked the way to retreat in the back, for a while, Ye Qingguan fell into a mortal situation, there was no way to retreat, there was no way to hide.

No one would have thought that in a place like the Sage Mansion, three killers would appear one after another overnight, pointing directly at Ye Qingguan, and it seemed that he would be robbed today.

Ye Qingguan's heart was a little cold, could it be that these people knew that his internal strength was completely lost, so they laid down such a mortal situation?

But he didn't panic, with a light reprimand, the ancient sword on the bed turned into a rainbow, as if it had its own will, although it was not unsheathed, it had a terrifying sword intent, and stabbed the person behind Ye Qingguan.

"Swordsmanship?!"

The three killers exclaimed, they were shocked by Ye Qingguan's hand, and the sword moved at will, what else could this be Shushan's swordsmanship?

The ancient sword flew in, with a monstrous sword intent, and the person who attacked and killed the person behind Ye Qingguan had to give up, turned to face the ancient sword, Ye Qingguan finally won the opportunity, avoided the sword light from the side of him, hid to the side, and then held the ancient sword in his hand.

"Confucian disciple?" Ye Qingguan looked at the three of them, his eyes were cold, and there was murderous intent.

Knowing that his internal strength was completely lost, those people today are all disciples of the Sage Lu, and there are no outsiders, so he really can't imagine that anyone else will know this news?

The three of them didn't answer, and surrounded Ye Qingguan in the middle, and the room suddenly became small, and there were thousands of killing machines in the middle of it.

"Master, are you alright?" suddenly a voice came from outside the door.

Ye Qingguan's face remained unchanged, and he said flatly: "It's okay, I'm practicing swordsmanship, you go and rest." ”

"Oh!" answered outside the door, and then there was no sound.

A killer moved at this time, and went straight to the door to kill, for fear that he would leak the news and attract more people.

And at the moment he moved, Ye Qingguan also moved, as if he was sure that he would make such a move, and the ancient sword in his hand stabbed out in an instant, although it was wrapped in strips of cloth, there was still sword qi pouring out.

The black shadow with the broken arm and another killer also moved at this time, and the two sword lights directly hit Ye Qingguan's vital point, and the moves were all nirvana.

Ye Qingguan's arm shook, and the ancient sword turned into rainbow light and shot out, while he stepped on the Xuanbu, dodging two sword lights when there was no room for it, his arms stretched, and his body stretched.

A punch came out of the cage like a tiger, and slammed into the killer with a broken arm, and the right leg swept across like a steel whip, kicking at another killer.

The three of them were shocked by Ye Qingguan's sense of battle, even if they had no internal strength at all, they still showed terrifying combat skills at that time, their grasp of the situation was extremely accurate, and they also gave full play to their own advantages.

The sword momentum of the killer with the broken arm changed, and the tip of the long sword bloomed, stabbing Ye Qingguan's fist.

And Ye Qingguan's gesture also changed, and between the lightning and flint, he sandwiched the stabbing long sword between his fingers.

The Severed Arm Killer was terrified, what kind of pair of hands were these, and how accurate his control of the sword was that he grabbed his long sword with a pair of fingers, and it was like an iron pincer, so that he didn't pull it out for a while.

There was a stinging sensation in the back of the heart, and another killer came to kill him.

Ye Qingguan turned sideways, holding the long sword in his fingers, and with a quick lead, the killer with the broken arm was pulled by him, and the sword couldn't help but stab at his companion.

Rumble!

A punch was thrown, and the third killer who was killing outside the door was forced back by Ye Qingguan's punch, and took advantage of the situation to hold the ancient sword in his hand, standing there at the door, staring at them!

The horror of the three of them is already difficult to describe in words, the scene just now almost happened at the moment when the needle dropped, it was too fast, and Ye Qingguan relied on this fighting instinct to dissipate heat and repel them at the same time.

The three of them didn't dare to imagine what kind of scene it would be if Ye Qingguan's internal strength recovered, I'm afraid the three of them wouldn't even be able to survive ten moves.

Laugh at!

On Ye Qingguan's side, in the shadow of the wall, a sword light suddenly burst out, only a few feet away from him, without warning, it suddenly appeared, approaching Ye Qingguan.

Ye Qingguan's hairs all over his body stood up, his scalp exploded, and he felt a terrible life and death crisis, but he didn't notice that there was such a breath hidden in the corner of the wall, as if he was asleep, and he didn't even have a heartbeat.

This blow was too terrible, and it was too timely, without any warning, and it hit Ye Qingguan's vital point.

Between life and death, Ye Qingguan's fighting instinct completely broke out, and his body twisted into a strange angle, finally avoiding his vital point, but his arm was still pierced by the sword light, and the blood was like an infusion, soaking half of his body.

Suddenly, the sword light disappeared, and disappeared again, only a black shadow stood there, revealing a pair of eyes that were not human, looking at Ye Qingguan indifferently, like a ghost.

"Mu Ziyuan?" Ye Qingguan spoke, staring directly at the man.

With such a subtle hidden sword technique, except for the Lu Lingmu family, there will definitely be no second family in the world, which can perfectly hide the breath of the sword and not be noticed by anyone.

The man didn't answer, just looked at Ye Qingguan indifferently, as if he was looking for the next opportunity to make a move, ready to kill with one blow!

Ye Qingguan's heart was completely raised, his arm was bleeding, and he couldn't care about it at this time, his whole body was tense, and there were enemies in all directions, and it would be a must-kill situation at any time.

But at this moment, a somewhat lazy voice sounded: "Aren't you here to meet me, the host?"

Hearing this voice, Ye Qingguan's hanging heart finally fell, with him, his life should have been saved.

The faces of the four people in the room changed, and they all looked out of the room, not realizing when the arrivals appeared, and they were even more silent than their lurking.

The three of them glanced at each other, a look of determination flashed in their eyes, and the long sword in their hands stabbed at Ye Qingguan fiercely.