The music is noisy and earnest, and it comes with solemnity.

Bo Qinghuan's face was as white as paper, and on her thin red lips, there were a few drops of blood that had not dried.

"Hahaha-" He laughed insolently, his eyes full of resentment, and looked at Jia Jia. Rao is Jia Jia had already realized it, and was also shocked by the resentment in his eyes, but she just escaped from under his hands, but she had such a bitter resentment, it was really the only narrow-minded person she had seen in her life.

Such resentment naturally would not escape Qin Ya's eyes, but in the blink of an eye, he made a decision that he would never let Jia Jia fall into his hands.

"Bo Qinghuan, you came just in time, Qin has been waiting for you for a long time, and today is just the right time to make a break for the apprentice. Almost instantly, the momentum on Qin Ya's body rose.

Bo Qinghuan's sharp laughter was accompanied by the aggressive spiritual power scattered around, he raised his hand, and he didn't know whether it was Danko or the blood-stained nails that touched Cen Bai's strings, and plucked the third string, a song "Dong Xian Yin", slashing souls and devouring souls, accompanied by murderous aura swept away towards Jia Jia. His goal is clear.

With a clear roar, it went straight up to the nine skies, and the momentum of the sword qi forced Bo Qinghuan to retreat dozens of steps before he stood still.

"Sword cultivation with body sword cultivation?" Bo Qinghuan spat out a mouthful of blood spit, his smile was a little twisted and hideous, and he plucked the fourth string on the piano, "What a broken military star, Qin Ya, today I want you to die here!"

"Qin someone has always not said nonsense. Qin Ya raised her hand as she spoke, raised her palm, but waved it behind her, "Go!"

A short snort, but an order, no doubt.

Although Jia Jia was very reluctant in her heart, she was only stagnant, so she turned around and ran away. The hand that held the bladeless sword trembled slightly, and the nails sank into the flesh as if they didn't notice it.

Seeing Jia Jia leave, leaving behind her worries, Qin Ya was no longer polite.

A hundred miles away, there are brocade monks in a golden boat shaped like a crow, but born with three legs, their destination is Pingzhou City, the Six Arts Dragon Gate will have come to an end, that is, the most exciting time in the past is at this time.

This time, Penglai did not participate in the Six Arts Dragon Gate Meeting, but he had already heard all kinds of wonderful things at the Six Arts Dragon Gate Meeting, and he did not participate, but he did not prevent him from coming to Penglai in the East China Sea to see the Six Arts Feast of the Six Arts. This time it was Mo Wuji of Penglai in the East China Sea who took the lead, in exchange for a promise from Kunlun and a personal promise from Qin Ya, he was in a very good mood, the monk should take a long-term view, and the long-term direction is right, what is the point of being at the top of the moment?

This kind of momentum that soared straight into the sky made the little monk Penglai, who had to control the flying boat, tremble, and almost couldn't stand. A Jindan monk saw that the little monk of Zhuji couldn't even take the helm, and his trembling hands couldn't help frowning, although he couldn't control the trembling, but now the flying boat is not good at control, and it is not good to be reprimanded by Mo Wuji Zhenren.

Thinking like this, Monk Jin Dan was about to open his mouth to scold angrily, and the corner of his eyes swept away, but he saw that Mo Wuji had already appeared on the side of the two.

"This is ......" Mo Wuji frowned, and his power was not diminished for a while, but the two monks around him were so frightened that they lay on the flying boat and couldn't lift them up.

Mo Wuji didn't look at the two of them, he only stretched out his hand, grabbed the lead rope that controlled the flying boat, pulled it to the highest, and the golden boat slowly went up, at such a height, Rao is Jindan monk also trembled a little, and didn't dare to move.

Rising to the highest, Mo Wuji slowed down, but his face was rare and serious: "There are two Tibetan God monks fighting in front, no, not only, not only in the early stage of the Tibetan God, it should be at least in the middle stage of the Tibetan God, and ......" Mo Wuji's lips pursed into a line, and the fingers pulling the rope couldn't help but tremble, and he was very familiar with that might, I believe that anyone who has seen it once will not forget it.

Mo Wuji's eyesight was excellent, but at this moment, he saw a green shadow under his feet, running towards the direction of the sword rising. Although it was only for a moment, Mo Wuji still recognized it-Kunlun Lianjiajia! Then there was no doubt that the person in front of him was Qin Ya! What was going on? Mo Wuji instinctively sensed that something was wrong, but before he could react, he saw another person walking by under his feet.

Mo Wuji's face changed several times, and he was about to give the order to rush towards Pingzhou City, and the passing You Lianhua raised his hand and a spiritual power attacked, instantly piercing the center of the flying boat, which was also the key to the flying boat being able to travel at a height of 10,000 miles.

Mo Wuji's eyes quickly grabbed the two Penglai monks who were planted downward, but his reaction was extremely fast, and soon, a flying carpet supported the three of them, but it was also a flying magic weapon.

"Fortunately, I was prepared, in case the Golden Crow Flying Boat broke, there will be a flying carpet. Mo Wuji wiped the cold sweat that rarely oozed from his forehead, "Let's go, go to Pingzhou City!" ”

How could this battle be a struggle between a few well-known monks in the world, and at a large scale, it is likely to have a great impact on the reshuffling of the situation in Shenzhou, the Outer Wilderness, and even the East China Sea.

Bo Qinghuan and Qin Ya had never fought before this, but he had already heard of Qin Ya's statement, and this famous cultivator who had won a lot of fame was regarded as a model by many sword cultivators in the world. But under the fame, it is often difficult to deserve, and Bo Qinghuan is very disdainful of this.

But is this really what he thinks? Bo Qinghuan's current passive defense is telling him that this person should not be underestimated. Qin Ya, Qin Ya! Bo Qinghuan's eyes were full of resentment, he must not be allowed to leave alive, fortunately, he already had a follow-up move.

"Qin Ya, do you think that if you restrain me, Lian Jia will be able to escape smoothly?" The sound of the piano in Bo Qinghuan's hand has changed from the beginning of "Dong Xian Yin" to "Crane in the Song" and then to the current "Yangguan Three Stacks", he can't hold it anymore, and if he continues like this, he will die sooner or later today.

"So what?" Qin Ya's expression did not change, "Your last move is Youlianhua, it's not hard to guess, you have a back move, do you know if I don't?"

"Hehe!" Bo Qinghuan sneered, stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, "Aren't you deliberately going out of the city just to lure me out? With your style of acting, instead of letting me Bo Qinghuan go and waiting for the opportunity to come out and take a bite, it is better to take the initiative and make a move to kill me, right? Sure enough, you can guess that my Bo Qinghuan's trick will be a wandering flower in the dusty period, then, I think about it, who will your trick be?"

Qin Ya's face did not change, and even the rhythm of the moves in her hand did not affect half a point.

It's really hard to deal with, and under such circumstances, he has no influence at all, which shows that the firmness of his mind is by no means comparable to others.

"It's Xiao Baiye!" Bo Qinghuan plucked the last string, after "Yangguan Three Stacks", there is the last "Finale", either you die or I die.

"You and Xiao Baiye have been in contact before he killed Brahma, if you are really bold, Shao Xin is right, you have already been in contact with Xiao Baiye. Bo Qinghuan sneered, "Finale" played, impregnated with the strongest spiritual power in the Yuan Shen, and the murderous aura of "Finale" surrounded the sword cultivation in front of him, "But no matter how well you arrange it, it can't match Shao Xin Qi's high level, and You Lianhua has already caught up with Xiao Baiye one step earlier." ”

"The two of them are both out of the dust, Xiao Baiye, who has no worries, is like a prisoner of the dragon to get out of trouble, and the two of them win or lose between five and five, but Xiao Baiye is the top talisman master in the world, plus a fake and real illusion, the odds of the two of them will account for sixty percent. Even so, Qin Ya's analysis was still not the slightest mistake.

"Qin Ya, I want you to be buried here today!" Bo Qinghuan's eyes were already red, he worshiped the Hehuan Sect when he was a child, and he had premature ejaculation in Yuanyang, but he was very repulsive to men and women, and even disgusting, and then he had to be guided by Shaoxin, and the piano went sideways, and he also cut off the male roots, and his cultivation was far beyond the monks of the same generation at that time. It's just that, after all, he practiced the exercises of the Hehuan Sect at a young age, but he changed his cultivation halfway and fell into a hidden danger, that is, when the final song "Finale" was played, it was at the cost of burning the Yuan Shen, and the seven orifices bled until the last trace of the Yuan Shen burned out.

"Your sword cultivation techniques are not complete!" The moment Bo Qinghuan saw Qin Ya's slight color change, Xu was finally relieved to see that the sword cultivation in front of him no longer showed that he was full of bamboo.

It's just that after Jian Xiu's momentary stunnedness, he chuckled: "It seems that Zuo Shaoxin can't tell the world about it, my exercises have already been completed." ”

The moment he spoke, it was the time when the two of them were staggered, and in an instant, a wanton sword qi penetrated his body, and Bo Qinghuan lowered his head and looked at the hollow of his body, which was the Mud Pill Palace where his Yuan God lived, and his body without the support of the Yuan God fell.

At the last moment of his life, he opened his mouth and said a word, and the sword cultivator who was now in a state of spiritual power depletion because he used the spiritual energy of his whole body was not in a state of indescribable shock until this time.

Qin Ya's own situation was extremely bad, and he was already at the end of the crossbow, but after hearing what Bo Qinghuan said at the end, his face had changed greatly, and Bo Qinghuan said, "What if you add a Fang Ren who is also a hidden cultivator, and is now in the early stage of the dust, and is good at plotting?"

Fang Ren, most people don't know this name, but as the first seat of the Kunlun Law Enforcement Hall, Qin Ya, who has mastered many fortunate secrets, is no stranger: the name of Fang Zhenren on Abbot Island in the East China Sea is Fang Ren. A very ironic name, the person is completely at odds with the name, and has nothing to do with benevolence and righteousness.

If you add Fang Zhenren, it is already good news that Xiao Baiye can withdraw his whole body, what about Jia Jia, in the early stage of the Tibetan God, he didn't dare to imagine the ending, even if You Jiahua was kind-hearted, he would not take Jia Jia's life, once it fell into the hands of Shaoxin, I am afraid that Jia Jia would be more auspicious. But it was almost impossible for him to even use his spiritual power right now.

When Mo Wuji hurried to Pingzhou City, as soon as the news came out, it was like throwing a stone into the water, and it set off an uproar in an instant.

"Qin Ya's master and apprentice and the Youhua of the Hehuan Sect, and I don't know which Tibetan God monk is fighting with people three hundred miles away, it is definitely not a point to stop, but a battle for life!"

Mei Qihe was the head of the Kunlun sect, so he couldn't get out, so he had to stay in Pingzhou City, Chen Huaxuan, the ancestor of the Lu family, Wei Tan and others had already followed Mo Wuji, looking for a place to chase after him.

Mei Qihe walked back and forth, his face had long since disappeared from the joy that had appeared in the past few days because of the good performance of the Kunlun juniors, the corner of his eyes flashed, and he saw that there were also a few people following from Shushan not far away, and he couldn't help but step forward: "Everyone, what is this going to do?"

Mingjian Zhenren, who took the lead, chuckled: "Mei Qihe, you relax, just don't look at your face, Ming still has to sell Miao Wuhua to save face, if I arrive, the situation is critical, I will naturally take action." As he spoke, he glanced back at Zhong Bugui and Wu Zeyun who came over, but made a decision in a blink of an eye, "Zeyun, you stay and preside over the overall situation." ”

Zhong Bugui knew that this was what Mingjian Zhenren meant by allowing him to follow him, so he smiled and followed.

After saying that, Mingjian Zhenren glanced at the monks who were leaving not far away, including the Huadao real person from the East China Sea and a few other out-of-body and Tibetan God monks, and the Jingyun Ting of the Hehuan Sect of the Three Sects of the Demon Gate, Lu Zhouxu and the Life and Death Gate, and several Tibetan God Out-of-Body monks from the Shura Sect.

The low-level monks of various sects and sects have not passed, and the fight of the Tibetan God monks is certainly good-looking, but the aftermath of just one power may make the low-level monks die, and they must see it with their own eyes, it is fighting with their lives, except for a few monks who are more curious than their lives, most people still choose to stay in Pingzhou City, but this choice does not prevent them from investigating afterwards.

Mei Qihe suddenly found that the heads of various sects or the next head of the contenders and some high-ranking monks who held real power in the sects were no longer in Pingzhou City, in the end, he had been the head of Kunlun for so many years, and he still had a sensitivity to the situation, and after the initial panic, he had already realized: Although it was the personal grudge between Qin Ya's master and apprentice and You Lianhua and others, it was very likely that this battle would cause a reshuffle of the situation in the world.

If it is Qin Ya, Even Jia Jia is not dead, the people of the Hehuan Sect have been hit hard, then the three sects of the Demon Gate are now crazy because of Ning Wuji, and the Shura faction in the weak position has the possibility of resurrection, because of the battle many years ago, the life and death gate of the three sects of the Demon Gate with the worst background has not completely eased is naturally not far behind, and the three forces of the three parties are about the same, and the three sects of the Demon Gate compete with each other, then the entire outer wilderness will change the sky, the outer wilderness is chaotic, Shenzhou will naturally prosper, the original friendship is good, this time Penglai Mo Wuji has more reciprocal contributions to Kunlun, this battle, Kunlun will inevitably give strong support to Penglai, then the seventeen islands of the East China Sea will also change, no matter what, for the Shenzhou monks, it is a good thing。

But if Qin Ya and Lian Jia died, Mei Qihe suddenly felt a cold air coming from under his feet, and he didn't dare to think about it. Qin Ya is no different, it has always been like this, even Jia Jia, a miscellaneous disciple who came out of Kunlun Qingxin Peak, I don't know when he has been able to affect the situation in Kunlun? Mei Qihe's mind flashed over the little female cultivator who practiced qi back then, and suddenly sighed a little: From a monk who was slowly born under the protection of the sect to a pillar who grew into Kunlun, this is nothing more than that!