The leader said disdainfully: "If you are interested, quickly tell the whereabouts of the Qingdi, and I can be the master to spare your father and son from dying." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Lan Sanyue ignored him, turned his head to Lan Xiaofeng and said: "Feng'er, these eight people's martial arts are not under you, and when they join forces, they will still make the "Eight Extremes Array", one of the three great formations of the "Immortal Sect", you can be said to be defeated, what are your plans, if you don't surrender, you can save the lives of my father and son." ”

"Dad, what are you talking about? ”

Lan Xiaofeng couldn't believe his ears, how could this be his father, "Tianlong Valley"

Valley Lord, Demon Palace "Golden Dragon Guard"

Words spoken.

"You're still interested. ”

The man in black at the head laughed wildly, proud.

"Feng'er, my father is already an old bone, you are still so young, you can save your life and my life, and you can also keep my Lan family's blood and bones. ”

"Dad, don't say any more. ”

Lan Xiaofeng said sharply: "I, Lan Xiaofeng, am I the one who is greedy for life and afraid of death, have you forgotten what you just said to your child? ”

"Hahaha"

Lan Sanyue laughed three times, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth: "Okay, if you have a son like this, what more can you ask for." ”

"Dad, you test me. ”

Only then did Lan Xiaofeng react.

"Although I teach you earnestly on weekdays, but at this moment of life and death, how do you know if you really remember it in your heart, and whether you are worthy of being a descendant of my Lan family and a disciple of the Demon Palace. ”

Lan Sanyue was very pleased.

"If you hesitate just now, I will give birth to your son in vain, and if you utter the word 'descend' in your mouth, although I am powerless to clear the door, I will also cut myself off here. ”

Lan Xiaofeng listened to it in a cold sweat, fortunately, he never thought about half a word, the eldest husband sacrificed his life for righteousness, and put life and death out of the way, these truths he has kept in mind since he was a child.

"When death is dying, I still pretend to be a hero, grandpa, I don't have the patience to wait any longer. ”

The man in black at the head said angrily.

He first struck a sword by himself, and the other seven also handed out their sword moves according to their respective positions.

Lan Xiaofeng knew that all of these eight people were not weaker than him in martial arts, and if he fought alone, he might still have a six- or seven-point chance of winning, but now that the eight of them stepped forward together, he could only fight with his life.

Don't let him think too much, the "free sword technique" in his hand

has been used consistently, what he never expected was that the sword moves he used were more than three times faster than usual, and the sword moves of these eight people were actually resolved by him one by one.

The man in black led by "Huh"

sighed, obviously a little surprised, and then thought that it was because of the new ancient spirit jade in his body.

He hurriedly put away his contempt, and loudly commanded everyone to wander around, and the other seven people did not dare to take it lightly, and the sword moves were handed out continuously.

The two sides fought for 70 or 80 rounds, and it was difficult to tell the difference.

The eight men in black were extremely skilled and well-trained.

Lan Xiaofeng relied on his superb swordsmanship and extremely fast sword speed, although he was trapped in it, he was not at a disadvantage.

The eight black-clothed men were all covered with paint, except for the leader who was only slightly scratched, and the other seven all had two or three sword wounds, bleeding profusely.

Lan Xiaofeng also had five or six scratches on his body, although the wounds were bleeding, but they were fine.

Although he didn't suffer any big losses, Lan Xiaofeng was not at ease at all.

Although his swordsmanship is fast, the opponent's formation is wonderful, and the sword moves made by the eight people are one in a row, just like one person.

He had no chance to kill any of these eight people, and once he ran out of strength and his sword speed slowed down, he would be in danger of being in danger at any time.

Although the eight men in black were all injured, they did not have the slightest intention of stopping, on the contrary, their footwork was tighter, and the sword moves in their hands became sharper.

Lan Xiaofeng didn't dare to slack off in his hands, so he could only use all his strength and fight hard.

The two sides fought for nearly a hundred rounds, and the soles of the feet of the eight men in black gradually slowed down, first, the internal force was consumed too much, and the sword wounds on the eight people added more than four or five places.

And the situation on Lan Xiaofeng's side is not much better, and the sword wounds on his body are almost twenty, and the internal force is seriously consumed.

Lan Xiaofeng was thinking that if he continued to fight like this, it would not take him a hundred rounds to die under the opponent's chaotic sword.

Suddenly, the leader of the eight people left his position and rushed towards Xu Susu's side.

It turned out that Xu Susu was too seriously injured, and she was originally sitting cross-legged to breathe, but she fainted.

Lan Xiaofeng took advantage of the distraction of the remaining seven people to attack the "Easy Sword Technique" in a series of attacks

, The seven black-clothed men themselves were distracted, and the person headed by the main position left the sword formation again, and the formation was chaotic, and three people were seriously injured by Lan Xiaofeng one after another.

Lan Xiaofeng also wanted to make another heavy hand, breaking them one by one, so as to prevent future troubles.

But Lan Sanyue opened his mouth and shouted: Feng'er, don't hurt their lives, let them go.

The remaining seven men in black knew that if they continued to fight, they would definitely die, so they didn't say much, and they helped the seriously injured one out of the wall with a light injury, and disappeared in an instant.

The man in black who was the leader had obviously loved Xu Susu for a long time, and it was important to save Xu Susu's life first regardless of the failure of the mission and the punishment above.

He hugged Xu Susu, who had fainted, and finally crossed the hospital wall and ran away.

The backyard, which was still full of swords and swords, and bloody rain just now, suddenly quieted down, leaving only Lan Sanyue's father and son secretly sighing for luck, and they both walked away from the ghost gate.

; Worship the little sword from the "Flying Eagle Castle"

It's been three days since he came back, and there is still no news about the master from the dart bureau, which makes Bai Xiaojian's faint uneasiness in his heart increase day by day, and this kind of worry that he has never had before makes him completely unable to calm down and practice martial arts and Wen Shu.

Bai Xiaojian practiced "Heart Tongda Boxing" in the backyard

It stands to reason that if the master goes to Huangmeiling this time to get back the dart silver, there should have been a flying pigeon to pass the book back, how come there is no news at all to this day, is it possible that something is wrong, Bai Xiaojian's heart can't help but tighten, and he is about to go to the dart bureau to inquire about the news, and the master mother walked in from the outhouse for the first time in his practice time.

"Qingyu, the dart bureau just sent a message from the side, saying that you should hurry over. ”

"Got it, Master, I'll go over now. ”

Bai Xiaojian is usually very calm, but at this time he can't control himself, three steps and two steps, and galloped in the direction of the dart board.

Entered the gate of the dart bureau, crossed the vestibule, Bai Xiaojian did not meet anyone, entered the conference hall, still did not see half a figure, he stood in the hall and secretly wondered where the words of the manager of the dart bureau went, and suddenly there was a coquettish shout in his ears: Boy, look at the move.

Although Bai Xiaojian was a little distracted due to anxiety, his reaction did not have to be half a minute slower on weekdays, "mind to fist"

Instinctively, he exerted it and dissolved the other party's three palms one by one.

"It's not bad."

The other party retracted his palm gesture and said with a grin.

At this time, Bai Xiaojian saw clearly that the person who came was a girl in yellow clothes, with a peugeot melon seed face, her skin was like snow that could be broken with a flick, and her beautiful eyes were clear and watery, and she was also looking at him from top to bottom.

(To be continued.)

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