"Zhuge Yaoguang?"

Deng Xun got up emptyly, strode to the front of the tent, and saw the fire in the huge valley, the smoke billowing into the sky, the surrounding war horses neighing endlessly, and the Netherworld Demon Soldiers were already in a mess, carrying basins and buckets, hurriedly pouring out the fire.

"Haven't the beetle tribes been sticking to the two passes of Kuishui and Yuanmen, why did they suddenly go north?" Deng Xunkong's face was pale, thoughtful.

"In my opinion, the purpose of Zhuge Yaoguang's raid on Thunder God Mountain is to relieve the siege of Xuanling City, after crossing Mochou Lake, Kunshui Pass in the east, Yuanmen Pass in the south, plus Qiu Meng in the north as a backup, if Gongsun Wuji wants to swallow the Pan Beetle Clan, the front is too long, I am afraid that he will have some scruples. ”

The man in black looked calm and thoughtful, and he explained Zhuge Yaoguang's intention with one word.

Gu Qing thought to himself, it seems that he can't hide anything from him, where is this Mr. Fan sacred?

He did everything in order to find the bad luck of the Four Great Sword Sects, and I am definitely not a person from the same way, if you run into him in the future, you must be careful.

"What does Mr. Mi mean, Qiu Meng colluded with him?"

"This is not necessarily, it is not possible that Yin Wuwu is hiding Qiu Meng's assertions, first relieving the crisis of Mochou Lake, and then considering entering the Sunset Canyon, so as not to be attacked on both sides. ”

"Hmph! The rice bucket of Wufu City has been guarding the canyon for three years, and they can't even rush into the nine-star maze, and the face of the Yuan Ying Sect has been completely lost by them! The order is down, and the left-wing demon sword battalion will attack and take down the kid from Lanxi Courtyard first! The right-wing cavalry will defend the canyon of Thunder God Mountain, and there must be no mistake!"

Deng Xunkong roared angrily, jumped on an iron-armored black horse, and led several demon guards to fly away.

It's not good! Deng Xunkong Xuanmen is very good, and Brother Jiang and Master Mu are not his opponents, so I have to catch up with him.

Gu Qing's heart moved, and he suddenly heard the sound of palm power breaking the wind in his ears.

A black shadow covered the sky above his head, Gu Qing didn't have time to stand up, his body flipped back suddenly, and his left finger made a move Wuji Mochizuki and popped out of his hand!

Poof!

With a slanted palm wind, two palm-shaped pit marks were suddenly knocked out of Gu Qing's feet.

I saw Mr. Mi's ghostly body turning upside down in mid-air, like a light fallen leaf, sweeping up several feet high, floating on the iron pole at the top of the camp, his hands shrunk in his sleeves, and his thin figure was lonely and ethereal.

"Little friend, is your surname Gu?"

There seemed to be a faint smile in Mr. Mi's words, and his hoarse voice was gentle and soft, as if he was not surprised by Gu Qing's appearance.

Now that his whereabouts have been exposed, there is no need to hide anymore, Gu Qing got out of the grass, looked up at him, and said coldly: "I want to cover my head in broad daylight, I think you must not be a fan." Now the Qiankun lock is right in front of you, if you have the ability, come down and get it!"

"Very well, your temper is very similar to mine. ”

Mr. Fan suddenly looked up to the sky and sighed, revealing a kind of heroic loneliness.

At this time, the immortal spirit sword qi on Gu Qing's left arm slowly converged with the Taiyin Lung Meridian in his hand, and the Shaoshang acupoint trembled faintly, just waiting for the Xuanqi Iron Fist to hit with all his strength, he could quickly cut off Mr. Mi's retreat.

The battle between masters can often tell the winner or loser with one move, Gu Qing is not afraid of death, the only thing he is worried about is that his fists can't kill this mysterious man in black at all, is there any other way to solve him?

Mr. Fan seems to have been staring at Gu Qing's neck, the temptation of the Qiankun lock is too great, whether it is a Xuanmen disciple or a demon goblin, everyone will be tempted.

"Gu Qing, I can take your life in one move, do you believe it or not?"

"I don't believe it!"

Gu Qing rolled his eyes, what he said was categorical, but he was sure in his heart.

He knows very well how many catties and taels he has, the Xuanmen Dan God Realm level is always a level worse than Feixiao, and Mr. Fan has already broken through the transformation. Gu Qing learned the Xuanmen Exercises are just some formulas, and he can't even handle Bai Xingchen's shapeshifting, how can he be qualified to duel with Mr. Mi?

But he is really not afraid of death, and the Xuanmen Iron Fist, which is based on innate Xuanqi, is not a child's trick.

He has faced death more than once, and as long as there is still breath, he can grit his teeth and get up again even if he falls scarred. As the so-called newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, Gu Qing is not a tiger, he is a madman!

Mr. Fan seems to have seen some clues, and no one wants to be entangled with a madman.

"Okay, I originally wanted to kill you and dedicate the Qiankun lock to King Yan Hong, but I was afraid that you would cry your nose, well, it's still a little useful to keep you, maybe you can put a long line to catch a big fish. ”

"I bleed, not tears!"

Gu Qing took a step forward and let Xiao Xiao's cold wind blow by, blowing away the soft long hair on the front of his neck.

In fact, Gu Qing wanted to ask Mr. Mi a sentence in his heart: I dare to fight with you, do you dare?

Mr. Fan sighed slowly and remained silent.

He seemed to be shocked by Gu Qing's fearless spirit, and his figure trembled slowly, as if it was like a huge bubble floating in the water, swinging with the wind, and suddenly disappeared.

There was not a sign or a sound.

A big living person at the end of the good end disappeared in the blink of an eye?

Gu Qing wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and his back was wet.

What kind of exercise is this? I can feel a little drift in the transformation step of the old bald head Ducheng, why is Mr. Fan like a wisp of air?

If I let go and fight him, will I be sure of victory?

Gu Qing stared blankly at the roof of the camp tent, unable to recover for a long time.

In the distance, there was a terrible shouting and killing sound from the canyon, the sky shook and roared, and the continuous black flags were waved in the wind, only to see thousands of elite soldiers of the Shenqi battalion like the flooding water of the river bursting the embankment, roaring from outside the canyon, like the sound of turning clouds and rain, earth-shattering.

A round altar of divine wood wrapped in black curtains appeared in the camp of Thunder God Mountain, several feet high, and was surrounded by layers of white and gloomy skulls. On the high platform of Shenmu stood a general in a brocade robe, his eyes like torches, staring at two big eyes like lanterns, looking up at the canyon.

Deng Xunkong!

Gu Qing didn't have time to think about it, took a deep breath, let go of his footsteps and rushed towards Shenmu Terrace!

The wind was raging, and black smoke covered the sky.

The shadows of the trees in the valley were mottled, and the Thunder God Mountain suddenly began to tremble violently, and from time to time there were bursts of buzzing sounds, and the dense leaves were shaken, and countless dead leaves poured down, turning into nothingness in the shadow of the sword light.

A shrill whistling sound pierced the sky!

In the thick smoke, a figure rose into the sky, and blood splattered in all directions!

Jiang Chunyu's sword aura was colorful, splitting a bloody path in the cascading crowd, and the heads of several Nether Demon Soldiers split into two in mid-air, and they were stirred by the sword qi, and they rolled down the camp one after another.

The warriors of the demon sword battalion screamed, and the scimitar in his hand was thrown out of his hand, making dozens of fast-spinning flywheels, and the layers of cold sword light between heaven and earth seemed to have become a boundless net, gathering from all directions, covering Jiang Chunyu who flew by.

Gu Qing stepped on the log, took off into the air, and shouted loudly: "Deng Xunkong! I'm here!"

Wuji Mochizuki shot through the air, and the iron fist of his right arm roared up!

Deng Xunkong suddenly saw Gu Qing walking like a fly under the high platform, his face changed, his sleeves flicked slightly, he sucked a demon guard beside him into his palm, and threw it at Gu Qing in the air!

Bang!

The dancing guard was hit in the waist and eye by the Xuanqi iron fist, and he didn't snort, and squeezed directly into the narrow gap of the Shenmu Terrace, his body was blurred with flesh and blood, his arms hung on the batch of shares, and his head shrunk in the crotch of his pants, not human.

"North Sea God Fist?"

Deng Xunkong was taken aback, his toes were a little on the Shenmu platform, his left leg suddenly bent and kicked backwards, and with a snort, a thick log stake broke in response, crashing into Gu Qing like an arrow from the string!

His move was fast and ruthless, and he had a thousand powers.

Rumble!

Gu Qing's iron fist hit the log stake, and it exploded into pieces in an instant, and when the sawdust flew, the person had already rushed to Deng Xunkong's body.

Deng Xun waved his empty sleeves and swept up the whirring palm, he wanted to repeat the old trick and suck Gu Qing in the palm of his palm with the suction of the Dan God, and suddenly saw that there seemed to be a sneer in Gu Qing's eyes, and secretly screamed in his heart!

The supernatural power of the Flying Realm Rank was extraordinary, and under his thoughts, his toes were suspended by half an inch, and he was like a rabbit floating for several feet, and dozens of demon clan warriors had already scrambled to climb onto the Divine Wood Platform, brandishing their scimitars and pounced on Gu Qing.

Dealing with the warriors of the Demon Sword Battalion, Gu Qing's pair of iron fists were like cutting vegetables on a chopping board, opening his bow left and right, crackling and beating wildly, killing several people in an instant.

Deng Xunkong stared at the Qiankun lock on Gu Qing's neck, his eyes shot violently, and his body suddenly changed rapidly, but no matter how hard he tried, he could never get close to Gu Qing's three steps away, and every time he was forced back by a strange wisp of finger power.

The infinite sword qi is left and right, up and down, sometimes light as a dancing girl, sometimes fierce, like a grinning tiger beast.

He secretly wondered in his heart, why did this kid's Xuanmen True Qi seem to have a staggered soul sealing realm, which was somewhat similar to the Soul Searcher...... How would Deng Xunkong know that when Gu Qing was in the Lingyan Cave of the Wicked Peak, he had a fierce battle with Thirteen Lang, and Thirteen Lang had the heart to try Gu Qing's cultivation, but inadvertently taught him how to resist the Heavenly Remnant Foot and the Soul Searcher. And Gu Qing was completely ignorant of all this, and when Wuji Finger used it, he involuntarily evolved into a battle move.

Of course, there is another reason, if Deng Lukong knows, I am afraid that he will wake up in the middle of the night and chase Gu Qing.

The innate Xuan Qi is an ancient cultivation, and there are not many people who know it among the Four Swords and Five Sects, and there is no second person in the Xingmang Continent who has such immortal true qi.

When he was in the Jinguang Cave, Du Cheng was sweating profusely and never dared to act rashly, because he was afraid that after ingesting Gu Qingyuanling, he would not be able to control the innate mystical powers, and his cultivation would turn into smoke and clouds.

There was a river of blood on the Shenmu platform, and Gu Qing was already red-eyed.

The blade cut his shirt into wisps of shattered rifts, stained red with enemy blood.

The Xuanqi Iron Fist is like two thousand catties of divine hammers, and wherever the Wuji Moon Finger on the thumb is smashed, the demon warriors are in distress and retreat in panic.

At this time, Jiang Chunyu had already rushed into the camp, and his sword qi was everywhere, and his speed was amazing. The Netherman's head was like a chopped gourd, fluttering and bouncing, and with another kick in the chest, he fell straight to the ground.

The Shenshu battalion shouted in unison, and more than 10,000 elite soldiers rushed into the Grand Canyon that stretched for several miles, killing the demon cavalry and howling wolves, and the ironclad war horses fled in all directions.

Bang!

Yellow sand and dust flew in all directions, and the ground of the valley camp collapsed, and a trench hole more than ten zhang wide and long was cracked!

The miserable exclamations were endless, and the elite soldiers of the Shenshu battalion had no way to retreat, and they fell into the unfathomable pit one after another, and were instantly buried by the yellow sand.

Gu Qing looked up and gasped.

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