In the rustle of the branches and leaves, the knife light was silent, inch by inch, and the cold blade was cold, and the sharpness seemed to cut through the space. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the next second, the disciple of the Sword Xuange who was in a daze was furrowed, and a touch of panic suddenly flashed in his eyes full of fantasy, and the hair on his forehead was wet in an instant, as if the sense of crisis that he was going to be in a different place in the next moment immediately made him creepy.

The hairs all over his body suddenly rose, and his body subconsciously threw forward, but there was a heart-piercing pain in his back, but he was extremely embarrassed to avoid that danger.

"It's not over yet" He didn't have time to think about it, he only felt that the previous crisis was striking again, the target was the key point in his heart, his whole body tensed up in an instant, and the limbs of the body lying on the ground suddenly exerted force, his body rotated in mid-air, and the long sword in his hand blocked this deadly attack at the last moment.

With an extremely clear sound of gold and iron, his body retreated rapidly, ignoring the numbness in his mouth and the blood gushing from the wound on his back.

"The perception is very keen, it seems that the Sword Xuange is not all waste......" Bu Feng said this coldly, and his expression was slightly appreciative.

The man's mouth opened wide in horror, the pain of the wound on his back made him frown, and the cold sweat was like flowing water that opened the floodgates, mixed with blood, wetting the pale golden and luxurious robe on his body.

"Hehe, the effect of your sneak attack is average......"

Extremely abruptly, another indifferent voice resounded behind him, and this Sword Xuange disciple trembled all over, as if he was so frightened that he couldn't even stand on his feet, and saw that his body was almost falling.

Rao is like this, but his reaction is not slow, the moment the words appeared, the figure turned again, a few steps back to a big tree, and the two in front of him formed a strong momentum.

In front of him was an elegant young man in a cyan robe, holding a long sword in one hand, the sword body was slightly drooping, which was quite different from the style of the man holding the knife, but in comparison, it was more friendly.

But at this time, no matter who it was, he didn't dare to be careless, he had just walked through life and death, if it wasn't for the fact that he was never lazy when he cultivated, he wouldn't have been in a daze at this moment.

"Who are you?" This Sword Xuange disciple made up his mind and dispelled a lot of fear in his heart, "Why did you sneak attack me?"

"Hehe" The elegant young man with the sword chuckled, and stared at the one who was like a great enemy with strange eyes, "You are searching so aggressively, isn't it just the two of us? Why don't you know you when you appear in front of you now?"

This person suddenly realized, "It's actually you, a disciple of the Chongwu Sect who is trying to kill people and overhaul the goods?"

"Kill people and sell goods?" Yang Xuan was slightly stunned, "If you said that if the ghost-faced man slaughtered Pound, it was indeed us"

"Don't quibble there" seems to be a big decision in his heart after learning the identities of the two, or because of the anger caused by the sneak attack of Shicai, the disciple spoke fiercely and yelled.

"Dare to say that it wasn't you who attacked and broke my sword Xuange Hou Lei's arm, and snatched the Lingbao compass from him?"

As if stunned by its sudden sophistry, the entire area fell into a brief silence, "Did you acquiesce?" he sneered, looking at the two of them with disdain.

"I told you a long time ago that explanations don't work, don't you believe it, where are preconceived notions so easy to change?" Bu Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said to Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan shrugged helplessly, "If you can't explain it, you don't need to explain it...... Knocked out the matter" Before the words fell, Yang Xuan's sword body turned sharply, and the rich golden true yuan gushed out, and the faint thunder arc on it was entangled, making a slight crackling sound, and then he came out of his hand, turning into a huge golden sword shadow, and went straight to this person.

"Hit me, just rely on your slight cultivation?" He seemed to be extremely confident in his cultivation realm in the late stage of his transformation, and similarly, he also underestimated the cultivation of the two people who had just almost taken their lives.

Attributing the danger he had experienced earlier to their sneak attack, he smiled coldly, and the long sword in his hand also danced, and the silver sword suddenly shot out with a trace of sharp aura.

Bu Feng didn't make a move on the side, quietly watching the two attacks meet and collide, and then the sword of the Sword Xuan Pavilion disciple was wiped out by the golden sword shadow, and the speed did not decrease, and rushed straight towards him.

"What?" The disciple was surprised for a while, looking at all this in disbelief, the blow of his own late-stage realm of transformation was actually collapsed like this, although he didn't do his best, but the other party also seemed to have any remaining strength.

Gathering his mind, he shook the sword again in a moment, and the silver light long sword of the "Spirit Snake Sword Dance" danced slowly, the sword style was tricky, and with all his strength, the sword blade was cold like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, swallowing and attacking Yang Xuan.

The sound of "making ink" was heard as if it was whispered, and the ink spots in the sky appeared with the movement of the blowing snow sword in an instant, and miraculously, the original ink-like black move was now exuding a rich golden light, and the golden thunder arc was surrounded by a faint and shapeless golden thunder arc, and the power was greatly increased compared to before.

"This ......" didn't have time to be surprised, Yang Xuan's sword style changed again, and the golden ink dots that were as bright as starlight suddenly shot out like a torrential rain, and the sword shadow of the Sword Xuan Pavilion disciple was like a lonely boat in the golden ink dots, and it was difficult to maintain it at all.

"Poof...... the man spat out a mouthful of blood, his figure took a few steps backwards, and he almost fell to the ground, "How is it possible? How can you have an attack of this intensity?"

Yang Xuan didn't answer, and smiled kindly, like a spring breeze.

The sword-wielding young man looked at him in shock, and the left hand holding his chest moved slightly, and there seemed to be a faint flash of blue light, "Senior Brother Shen, they appeared, their strength is very strong, I am not an opponent, and I am a ...... cultivator"

"Huh" The sudden cold light flashed, and the young man with the sword screamed, and his left arm took a handful of blood, flipped in the air a few times, and fell on the grass, his fingers twitched slightly, revealing one of the jade slips.

This startled Yang Xuan, but then when he saw the jade slip, he frowned and didn't make a sound

Bu Feng put the knife back into its sheath, and his expression was cold, "The idea is good, and you plan to send a message to your master?" After that, he stepped forward, took the jade slip in his hand, looked at it carefully, and from time to time his thoughts probed to see if anyone responded to the news.

The disciple covered the place where the broken arm was, his face was pale, so painful that his brows were condensed, cold sweat fell, and now the pale golden robe on his body no longer had a luxurious appearance, and there were blood stains everywhere, which was extremely terrifying.

"You...... Do you still dare to commit murder?" The young man leaned on the trunk of the tree behind him, ignoring the burning pain of the wound on his back, and his whole mind was focused on the broken arm, and he had to admit that such a decisive knife-wielding young man made him extremely frightened, and even a little afraid.

"Senior Brother Shen Fusheng received the summons, he will come immediately, you are finished, you have offended our Sword Xuan Pavilion, you are doomed, you are doomed!" The anger soared, and his face, which was originally pale due to excessive blood loss, suddenly turned red, and he shouted angrily.

Bu Feng sneered, "Oh, even so, I'm afraid you won't be able to see it" After saying that, the long knife was instantly unsheathed, and the cold light flashed away, accompanied by an extremely clear sound of the knife, and at this moment, the noisy mountains and forests suddenly quieted down.

The disciple's eyes were wide open, his face was full of disbelief, he stood there still, a sudden line of blood extended from the top of his head, passed through the right arm covering his left shoulder, and walked to the crotch, and then fell slightly, and the knife of the step seal actually split it in half.

The scene was splashed with blood, and the broken body, internal organs, bones and even the brain were all blurred with flesh and blood, staining the surrounding grass and trees red, a mess, extremely terrifying.

Yang Xuan frowned slightly, in his heart, this person was really not guilty of death, he was bewitched by others in advance, and then he obeyed the orders of the Shen Fusheng in his mouth......

"What's the matter, can't get used to this?" Bu Feng asked with a smile, looking at Yang Xuan's silent appearance, and spoke again, "Although I don't know how your compassionate mentality came from, but from the results of your new disciple qualifying, you can know that Xinguan is bound to be hard, and the scene is far better than this time......"

"Different"

"Hehe, it's no different, countless powerful people throughout the ages have achieved extraordinary feats by stepping on the sea of corpses and blood, since you think that he is not guilty to death, then how do you know that his hands are not stained with the blood of innocent people?"

Yang Xuan stopped talking, thought quietly for a long time, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a wry smile.

"It's that I'm thinking too much, and I may still not fully agree with what you say, but, let's leave it at that, this battle, and I'll think about it after I'm over. ”

Bu Feng pouted indifferently, and then his face became solemn again, "Someone is coming, and there are quite a few"

"So fast?" Yang Xuan was slightly surprised, pulled out the long sword at his waist, the sword body was cold, and his expression also changed from his previous weak aura, becoming indifferent, "I hope you don't force me to kill......"

There was no sadness or joy on Bufeng's face, the same long knife was unsheathed, his eyes seemed to fall through the dense woods on several galloping figures in the distance, and the empty sleeve of his left arm flew in the wind, and the scene was serious.

......

......

At the foot of the nameless green mountain, Shen Fusheng coldly sensed the incomplete news in the jade slip in his hand, "Senior Brother Shen, they appeared, their strength is very strong, I am not an opponent, and I am a ...... cultivator"

The information was interrupted, and his gaze slowly swept towards the top of the mountain, his face gloomy, and a lingering shadow wandering between his eyebrows.

"Whoever moves me?" is good...... muttered to himself, and the next moment, his figure flashed again and again, and he rushed towards the top of the mountain at a very fast speed.

Seeing this, Hou Lei on the side looked awe-inspired, surprised by Shen Fusheng's cultivation, gritted his teeth hatefully, but did not dare to slack off at the moment, perhaps it was the injured body that slowed down the speed at the moment, and he fell behind a lot, but he also advanced to the top of the mountain.

"Are these two boys really so powerful?can they hurt him?" After the battle with Pang De, Hou Lei was traumatized and fainted, naturally he didn't know what happened later, he woke up and only saw Pang De dead, those situations explained to Shen Fusheng were completely his own blindness, seeing that he was so dignified, he inevitably became suspicious.

"Let's hope not"