Light is gradually appearing in the eastern sky, and the night is about to come to an end. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qiao Mu's shout alarmed dozens of fellow disciples on the Tianzhi, and they hurriedly dressed and got up, picked up their respective weapons and magic weapons, and guarded the road up the mountain.

In the morning light, a person appeared at the foot of the mountain in the distance, followed by more figures, who looked like they were chasing the person in front of them.

"That's Uncle Rat!"

"Let's go help!"

Ten people rushed down the mountain road, and suddenly, many sword lights flashed from the bushes on the side, and more than a dozen swordsmen rushed out.

With the sonorous sound of weapons clashing, the people of Yin Kuimen fell one after another.

The rat king finally got rid of the entanglement of Qiu Buping, bypassed the resistance of the people in front of him, and said to the people on the mountain: "Don't come down!

The Rat King wandered in the shadow of the sword and sword, suffered several injuries on his body, and finally rushed out of this mountain road full of murderous machines.

"Hurry up and inform the boss and let her make a move!"

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The purple bamboo forest was quiet and secluded, and a young girl broke in, her body was full of scars, and she stumbled all the way through the bamboo forest to the bottom of the bamboo building.

"Master, master!" the girl's voice was pale and hoarse, and finally she couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground.

Her voice drifted into the third-floor window and was heard by a man in green clothes.

"This voice..."Liu Su suddenly opened his eyes, and at the moment when he was distracted, he had already been counterattacked, and vomited half of his blood.

Rouge closed his eyes and said, "Don't worry about anything!"

Outside the purple bamboo forest, another figure appeared, he walked in unhurriedly, and said to the arbor on the ground: "Little junior sister, you were found by me after all." ”

Qiao Mu's face was pale, and he no longer had the strength to run anymore.

"Let's go, tell us where Liu Su is going. The stone grabbed Qiao Mu's lotus root arm and dragged her to the outside of the purple bamboo forest.

"Traitor!"

A hoarse and angry voice sounded, and then, the stone was hit in the chest by a huge force, and flew out like a cloud, breaking several purple bamboos, and falling to the ground, vomiting blood.

The Rat King was covered with sword wounds, and his shoulder was pierced by a sword, and he kept bleeding down, and he stared at the stones on the ground, and really wanted to dismantle him.

But he didn't do it, because the people of the Taishan faction had already attacked outside the bamboo forest, and the Yin Kui Gate had reached the moment of life and death, and he had to notify the head of the sect and let her make a move!

The Rat King ran outside the bamboo building and shouted, "Senior sister, hurry up, the Yin Kui Gate is going to be destroyed!"

Seeing that no one answered, he immediately rushed into the bamboo building, went up to the third floor, lifted the curtain, and saw the picture of Rouge and Liu Su sitting on the bed.

Rouge glanced at him and said sharply, "Don't disturb me, get out!"

The Rat King asked, "Senior Sister, how long will it take you to do this?"

Rouge's brows furrowed, and the corners of his mouth began to flow blood again.

"Then I'll lead people to guard outside, and wait for you to get out, senior sister!"

The Rat King rushed out of the bamboo building, only to see more than a dozen people from the Yin Kui Gate being forced outside the bamboo building by the swordsman, he stood forward and said, "Don't retreat!"

A wounded man pleaded and asked, "Where's the boss?"

The Rat King said, "She's in retreat. We're going to fight the last man, and we're going to guard her until she breaks through!"

As soon as the words fell, the person who spoke was blocked by a sword.

Enraged, the Rat King went over, snatched the man's sword, and plunged it into his body, avenging his fellow disciples.

At this time, he saw the arbor lying on the ground, and immediately rushed over, grabbed the arbor, pulled her back, and said, "You go to hide in the bamboo building!"

At the rear of the battlefield, there stood two men, both of them carrying sword scabbards and their clothes.

Song Jiangshan said lightly: "Senior Brother Qiu, this person's martial arts are not bad. ”

"Let me meet him again. ”

Before he could finish speaking, the long sword was already unsheathed, and one hand pinched the hilt of the sword, and flew forward.

Seeing that Qiu Buping was menacing, the Rat King didn't dare to slack off, so he rubbed his body to avoid the sword at the moment, and made a few moves close to him, and then Qiu Buping retreated gently.

The Rat King stared at him, and he also knew that this person was not easy to deal with.

Qiu Buping smiled coldly, and the blade of the sword came over again. The Rat King picked up a sword from the ground and stabbed it as well.

With a 'bang', the two swords slashed at each other, sparks erupted.

At this moment, the people of Yinkuimen fell one after another, and the rat king wanted to save them, but he was also a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it was difficult to protect himself.

The two swords slashed each other for the third time, and the sword of the Rat King broke, and Qiu Buping's sword edge was extremely cold, sweeping towards the front door of the Rat King.

The Rat King concentrated his breath and slammed his palm on the sword surface, knocking Qiu Buping's wrist shook. Taking advantage of this gap, the Rat King killed the two people around him with a broken sword and saved the injured fellow doorman.

"You also go to the bamboo building and close the door!"

The injured people supported each other, and under the cover of the rat king, they slowly approached the bamboo building.

The Rat King rushed into the sword light again, forced back five or six swordsmen with one palm, and said to the people behind, "Come into the bamboo building!"

At this time, Qiu Buping attacked again with a sword, and the Rat King looked at these injured disciples, his heart was like a knife, and he had no intention of competing with Qiu Buping at all.

After about a dozen moves, the Rat King found another opportunity to get out, rescued three people not far away, and let them retreat to the bamboo building.

"Sword through Changhong!"

Qiu Buping suddenly made a killing move, and the sword spat out white light, stabbing at the vest of the Rat King.

The Rat King leaned over and dodged, avoiding this killing move, but he was cut under the ribs, and immediately blood spilled out, and he struggled to slap Qiu Buping's wrist, knocking his sword out of the air.

The Rat King covered his wound and slowly retreated, he glanced around, and no longer saw the Yin Kui Sect disciples standing.

In all directions, there are cold sword blades.

When the Rat King retreated to a distance of about ten steps from the bamboo tower, he dragged his injured body and stopped.

In the rear are the injured disciples, they are the last incense of the sect, and they must not retreat.

"Senior sister, you're going to get out of the customs quickly!"

The Rat King roared as hard as he could, two lines of tears falling from his tiny eyes.

In the window on the third floor, the two of them heard this sentence.

"Don't think about it, hold on for another quarter of an hour!"

Hearing the resolute voice of the woman in green, Liu Su couldn't help but wonder, can the Rat King last so long?

Qiu Buping had a sneer on his face, and used a sharp palm technique to kill this old man completely!

The Rat King stared ahead, and his beard was very messy. He faced Qiu Buping's palm strength and also launched a palm.

There was a 'snap', and the palms of the two touched. Qiu Buping was shocked, he never expected that this old man's vitality would be so tenacious!

"Tired worms!"

Qiu Buping has three more successful powers, hunting and dancing in clothes, and his palm strength is even more powerful!

The Rat King's face was as white as a piece of paper, and streams of blood continued to flow from the wounds under his ribs. He condensed his last life in this palm.

Qiu Buping's mouth was bleeding, and his face was full of horror, and he was pushed back half a foot by the tenacious force of his palm.

At this time, a white practice flashed outside the field, and the thin arm of the Rat King flew away from his body.

Suddenly, the overwhelming palm hit the rat king's chest, his ribs were broken, and all his internal organs were crushed!

However, the soles of the rat king's feet seemed to be glued to the ground, and instead of taking half a step back, his whole body fell on his back.

As he lay dying, the Rat King's lips were still slowly opening and closing.

"Senior sister... Save these poor disciples..."