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Although Zhao Bingjue was dressed in the costume of the Demon Gate, the woman in white beside her fell out of the dust, beautiful and beautiful, so as not to attract attention, she had to stay away from the crowd and hide behind a boulder in the corner of the cliff.

The dark clouds in the sky are beginning to open, and the moonlight is like water. Zhao Bingjue leaned on the cliff rock, raised his eyes and looked out, the green cliffs in the distance, and the clouds and mist flew by. A gust of wind blew, Lin Tao was like a wave, accompanied by a fragrance that seemed to flow through the tip of his nose, Zhao Bingjue turned his face sideways, the moonlight was plated on that hazy and beautiful cheek, and there was a pain in his heart for no reason. Suddenly remembered that day in the broken valley and the Yun Wan Fairy was also so close to each other, the corner of the eyes smiling, like hatred and joy, clearly still in front of me, sour, bitter, sweet, dazed all kinds of emotions rushed to my heart, I couldn't help sighing, muttered: "Sister, I don't know if you're okay?"

The woman in white saw him staring into the distance in a daze, muttering to herself, and she didn't know what she was thinking, so she couldn't help frowning slightly.

Suddenly, at the foot of the mountain, the red flames were everywhere, and the flames soared into the sky, like the sunset, dazzling like neon.

Zhao Bingjue came back to his senses and was overjoyed, it seemed that Senior Brother Jiang was true to his word. didn't allow him to think about it, the sound of ping-pong under the mountain was loud, and the screams were endless, as if there were really people fighting, and they were surprised and surprised.

Naturally, the people in the demon gate also heard the movement and looked down one after another, but the night was dim, and the smoke was billowing at the foot of the mountain, so they couldn't see it really.

At this moment, a figure rushed along the mountain road, and said in a long voice: "Holy Aunt, a large group of people have come to Yueyang City, according to the outer brothers, it seems to be from Qinglong Prefecture." ”

Zhao Bingjue smiled secretly: Fang Yi's thief came just in time.

The black-robed woman pondered for a moment, then looked at Huo Chiyan and the others, and chuckled: "I also want to ask the two elders of Yin and Qiu to go down and take a look, unless you have to, you don't have to fight with them, Elder Lie will stay here with me." ”

The two elders of Yin and Qiu nodded slightly, and jumped towards the bottom of the mountain. Zhao Bingjue thought to himself that he was thousands of feet away from the foot of the mountain, wouldn't he fall to his death if he jumped down like this? Who knew that the two of them suddenly had smoke on the soles of their feet, and they rose in the wind, and disappeared into the billowing smoke in a few ups and downs.

The black-robed woman looked at the dazzling golden light shield in the air, moved lightly, and said with a crisp smile: "Old fellow, I want to see how long your broken formation can last?"

Yue Ze opened his eyes suddenly, and said with a smile: "Little girl, you don't have to worry about this." Before the words fell, the golden gourd suddenly hung in the air and turned upside down, the light was blazing, and the gourd made a "woo" sound, and the dazzling golden light spurted and surged endlessly.

The black-robed woman was taken aback, and Gege smiled: "Old guy, you better put away this broken gourd, if it is broken, my aunt and grandmother will not compensate you." Without stopping, he took a few steps back, took out a long purple whip from his waist, and swirled and pumped.

Yue Ze pinched the sword trick in his hand, and with a smile, the gourd light exploded, and it expanded again, expanding several times in an instant, like the pressure of the mountains, and the momentum was magnificent. Thousands of rays of light could be faintly seen flying and stirring in the gourd, as if countless beasts were trapped in it, struggling and roaring.

At the same time, the essence light flickered, and a silver-white sword shadow passed through the light curtain, accompanied by a faint dragon roar, stabbing the black-robed woman, and if you look closely, it is Huo Chiyan.

Zhao Bingjue thought to himself, the fire seniors and the others must have seen the second elder of the demon gate leave, so they saw the opportunity to break through, and they were happy and worried in their hearts, happy that two hours had passed, and the fire seniors had already recovered their internal strength, and they were worried that there were so many demons, could they really break out of the encirclement?

The gourd's breath flickered, and several golden threads rushed out, covering the black-robed woman like a storm.

The black-robed woman was attacked on both sides, and subconsciously fell backwards. The whip swirled and flew around his chest, like a purple shield of light. Countless golden threads slammed into the light shield one after another, bouncing out and sneering. The black-robed woman struggled and took two steps back.

At this moment, a strange laugh was heard, and Elder Nalie rose into the air, a short black knife in his hand, and met the silver-white soft sword without any fancy eyes.

"Ding ding" crisp sound, sparks shot out, the soft sword bent suddenly, and Huo Chiyan swung the blade and flew up in the air.

Zhao Bingjue was taken aback, he didn't expect this black short knife to be so powerful. Only by the light did he see Elder Nalie clearly, and he couldn't help but be stunned again.

Elder Nalie's cheeks were shriveled, his scars were vertical and horizontal, and his right eye was bulging, as if hanging outside, and when he grinned, he was strange and ugly, like a ghost. Zhao Bingjue hurriedly withdrew his eyes, his heart was horrified and terrifying.

The long sword of fire and flame flew, the blue light flowed, and the stabbing was aggressive, and the net in front of him was the phantom of the green and mist, like a firefly on a summer night. Elder Lie whimpered in his mouth, as if crying and laughing, and the short black knife slashed out, and the movements were extremely strange. But the black smoke on the short knife was billowing, gathering and dispersing, instantly engulfing the cyan sword shadow, fluttering around the hilt of the sword, and slashing towards Huo Chiyan's right arm. Huo Chiyan flipped back, and suddenly felt a cold aura shooting along the sword body. Hurriedly returned to the sword to block, and the cold air brushed the blade and bounced into the air.

Elder Lie did not retreat, but advanced, the short knife swayed, and his skeleton-like left palm was volleyed out in the air.

The long sword of the fire red flame pointed straight at the ground, and a terrifying wave of qi hit his cheeks. I didn't have time to think about it, condensed my breath into my fist, and struck out majestically.

The fists touched, the thump sounded, the wind blew, and both of them staggered and flew back.

Zhao Bingjue was horrified in his heart, he couldn't imagine that this Lie Elder looked like a human and a ghost, and his internal strength cultivation was not under Huo Chiyan! If the other two elders suddenly came back, wouldn't the Huo seniors be even more fierce and auspicious? The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and he glanced at the woman in white, and wanted her to stay here and not move, and rushed over by himself, even if he couldn't help much, but one more person would eventually have more strength. But after thinking about it, there are so many people in the Demon Gate here, isn't it even more dangerous for her to be here alone? At the moment, regardless of whether the woman agreed or not, she grabbed her hand, carefully bypassed the boulder, and quietly ran towards Ye Ping Xianjun and the others.

The sound of clanging bells was incessant, and the closer they got, the more the bitter wind mixed with the oppressive air waves blew on people's cheeks.

Zhao Bingjue didn't care about it, gritted his teeth and rushed towards the golden light curtain.

Suddenly, I only heard a strange laugh, and a yin and yang shouted strangely: "There is a way in heaven that you don't go, little king and eight lambs, Lao Tzu looked for you for half a night, but I didn't expect you to send it to the door by yourself." ”

Looking up, a figure like a falcon spread its wings, with a sneer, swooped in, it was the Holy Spirit Ancestor.

Zhao Bingjue's heart jumped, and he laughed and said, "Holy Spirit Ancestor, why don't you hurry up when you see the Holy Envoy?"

Speaking of this stubble, the Holy Spirit Ancestor was even more embarrassed and angry, and said with a cruel smile: "Wait a minute, I will catch you and drink all your blood, I will see how clever you are!" He moved extremely fast, blinking his eyes to the top of his head, his palm was flexed and extended, and his palm was changed into a hook, which was buckled to Zhao Bingjue's shoulder.

Zhao Bingjue couldn't hide anymore, so he turned sideways, subconsciously pulled out the Qinglang sword on his waist, and raised his hand to fight back.

The cold light of the Qinglang sword was great, and the green mangs were swallowed, and in an instant, like thunder and lightning, a white sword shadow burst out, silver and bright like snow, and slashed horizontally towards the Holy Spirit Ancestor.

The Holy Spirit Ancestor was taken aback, and hurriedly volleyed into the air, but when he was caught off guard, the corners of his clothes were cut open and blown down by the wind.

Zhao Bingjue only felt that the true air in his body was circulating, reaching the hundred remains, and he was extremely comfortable, surprised and surprised. I didn't have time to think about it, but I saw the Holy Spirit Ancestor's eyes flickering, and he was shocked, and he couldn't help laughing and said: "Holy Spirit Lao'er, you are disrespectful to the Holy Envoy, and I will take your dog's life on behalf of the God Emperor." As he spoke, he held the Qinglang Sword and slashed out of the void.

The Holy Spirit Ancestor was startled and hurriedly retreated, but the cyan long sword was dim, how could there be any sword qi this time?

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