On the second floor of the auction venue, Jian Piaoyun looked at the back of the woman's enchanting departure and smiled bitterly, the strange woman he saved with 100,000 taels of gold was snatched away by others before an hour passed, fortunately, these two women did not look like villains, but they made him feel at ease, and they also exchanged important clues about the treasure map, which was not a loss. He turned his head to look downstairs, and there were only five people left who besieged the thief, and the heartless little monk and Yang Zhenzi faintly showed signs of retreat.

The silver needle in the thief's hand flew over, and sure enough, Yang Zhenzi bore the brunt of it, and he was hit by countless needles in various holes on his body, and he fell to the side and couldn't move, and then, the heartless little monk also snorted, flew out of the field, and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

In the middle of the field, Elder Lu continued to perform the sect's peerless learning, and he was poisoned by the phantom god incense, and at this moment he was already out of breath and out of breath. The chivalrous beggar Yue Zhong also dislocated his left hand, unable to fight again, Chen Keke of the Flower Palace seemed to be the most embarrassed at this time because he had scolded the thief, and the light blue shirt on his body was deliberately scratched by the thief saint, hollowed out in many places, revealing a shameful belly pocket.

Upstairs, Jian Piaoyun felt that these people were extremely stupid, they had been poisoned by some kind of phantom god incense, and they had to fight with the thief saint, didn't they bring humiliation on themselves?

Lu Qingping's long sword held the ground, Yue Zhong was also leaning against the wall and was powerless to fight again, Chen Keke rolled up the soft whip, covered the hollow place on his clothes with both hands, and sat on the ground.

A cold light flashed in the thief's eyes, and there was a hint of murder in his tone, and he said, "Guess, if I kill you people, what kind of chaos will happen in the rivers and lakes martial arts?"

Lu Qingping and Yue Zhong were shocked when they heard this, and said in unison: "You dare!"

The thief returned to his usual tone and said with a smile: "Haha, don't take it seriously, it's just a joke, it's just a joke......! The Great Elder of the Lingyun Sword Sect, Lu Qingping, the Beggar Gang Chivalrous Beggar, Yue Zhong, the Palace Master of the Wuhua Palace, Chen Keke, and the juniors of you, the second master of the Shenxing Hall, Su Jin, the Guyue Sect's fast sword is like the wind, Yan Linfeng, the disciple of the Wuji Gate Wuchen Gate, Yang Zhenzi, and the youngest wordless monk of the Yuanjue Temple, Wuxin. You are all people with great backgrounds, and I can't kill any of them......"

Chen Keke snorted and said, "Even if you have self-knowledge, you will give it to my aunt if you steal the saint...... Aunt Ben is waiting, he will see you one day, and he will definitely make you look good!"

The thief saint smiled bitterly and said: "Oh, don't, you are my aunt and grandmother, I can't afford to provoke it, can't you hide?

"Little thief, where to go!" Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from the back door of the venue.

The thief saint lost his voice and said: "Catch the saint Song Cong'an! Unlucky, why is this elm pimple?

"Don't run, thief!"

The two of them performed light skills, one after the other, and went out of the auction venue.

"Ah, it's Brother Song! Brother Song is a bold person, but he really has a relationship with me, treat me like a brother, don't have an accident!" Jian Piaoyun thought like this, hurriedly jumped out of the window, cast a cloud treading moon, and followed.

"Drifting Cloud Nephew, don't chase!" Lu Qingping exclaimed, but since Sword Piaoyun obtained the Heavenly Heart Divine Technique, this Cloud Stepping Moon Light Skill has already been in the realm of supernatural transcendence, and his figure disappeared in the blink of an eye!

Yue Zhong took back the dislocated arm, exercised his pranayama, and asked, "Hey, this little brother can still be lucky under the poison of the phantom god of the thief saint, he is really a gifted talent! Elder Lu, do you know him?"

"Alas, this stinky boy...... I won't hide it from you, that person is the old man's nephew and the second son of the sword master - Jian Piaoyun. ”

Yang Zhenzi muttered to himself: "It turned out to be the benevolent brother who showed the way for Xiaodao a few days ago, and I think it is only in the realm of qi and breathing, how can it resist this domineering and extraordinary illusory divine incense?"

"Oh~ Little Taoist, have you seen him?" asked Su Jin.

"It's just a one-sided relationship...... It's a real person who doesn't show his face!"

Yue Zhong sighed and said: "The future is terrifying, God bless the Wu Dynasty!"

"Amitabha Buddha ......" unintentionally clasped his hands together, and secretly remembered the name "Sword Drifting Cloud" in his heart.

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The thief sage rushed ahead, and when he turned around, he saw that Song Cong'an was chasing after him, his breath was chaotic, and the eaves tiles he stepped on creaked, and he scolded: "Song Cong'an?

"Hmph! I captured you alive and promoted you two levels in a row, and I will return to the duty of catching saints! If I don't chase you to the ends of the earth today, I won't be surnamed Song!"

"You, you madman, Rotten Wood!"

"Stop and fight me!"

"Okay, if I win against you, don't chase you, won't you?" asked the Thief Saint, pausing in his tracks.

Song Cong'an was overjoyed, without saying a word, he directly drew a knife and cut it down!

"Don't you say you're going to be captured alive, why do you come up and cut it down?"

Song Cong'an laughed and said, "There is a reward for capturing alive, and the head will also be raised by two levels!"

The big horse chopping knife made a hula, and the knife qi set off a piece of rubble in front of him, how dare the thief sage take it hard, turned over a few heels to avoid the knife qi and pieces of rubble, and it was also unceremonious, throwing out the overwhelming silver needle towards Song Cong'an, Song Cong'an rolled on the spot, dodging the silver needle, but almost fell from the eaves.

"Brother Song, be careful!" Jian Piaoyun grabbed Song Cong'an, stabilizing his figure.

"Huh, little brother Yun, why are you, you don't even have the Illusion God Poison!" Song Cong'an said in surprise.

"It's just a phantom god incense poison, it's not a problem, today Brother Song wants to fight the thief saint, and the younger brother will accompany the eldest brother to meet this thief saint!"

The thief saint laughed dumbly: "Where did the junior come from, even if he dared to speak wildly, he was even angry and recuperated, and he was orderly, this thief really wants to teach you a good lesson for your father!" As soon as the words fell, the thief saint posted it in the blink of an eye.

"Brother, beware!"

The thief made a move to attack Jian Piaoyun's chest with a butterfly hand piercing flowers, which can be called fast, accurate, and ruthless, like a tiger digging out his heart.

Jian Piaoyun was slightly shocked in his heart: he is worthy of being a long-famous thief saint, looking at this momentum, it is also the late realm of the inner breath and the acupoint!

This move-style "Immortal Lin" is the essence of the "Lingyun Sword Technique" and "Lingyun Jue", even if it is a thief saint, under this fierce aura, you have to retreat!

Lingyun swordsmanship, as long as the heart is smooth and the internal breath is sufficient, the swordsmanship can be used according to the changes in the battlefield, and any move can be performed at will. According to Jian Piaoyun's understanding, this move "Immortal Lin" is a kind of "explosion" mode. And after the explosion of "Immortal Lin", the performance of Lingyun's sword technique will consume more internal force than usual, but its power will also increase a lot!

The sword flutters in the clouds and the dead wood sword hangs slightly, the white clothes are fluttering, the long hair is flying, and his handsome face is like an immortal descending to earth!

"Tsk, trouble, it's someone from the Lingyun Sword Sect again!" "The thief saint once again punched out a piece of silver needles, and I don't know how many silver needles he has hidden on his body, from the auction venue to the present, there are still large pieces of silver needles to shoot!

The speed of the silver needle shot by the thief saint was extremely fast, even in the immortal state of the sword Piaoyun could not see the trajectory clearly, but he did not flinch, there is a defensive move in the Lingyun sword technique, called - Lingyun covers the sky!

Sword Piaoyun danced a few swords at will, and the hundreds of silver needles of the Thief Saint couldn't get close to him!" "Aoxue Lingshuang!" As a very advanced move in Lingyun's swordsmanship, it is often used first-handed, so as to quickly approach the enemy. The sword Piaoyun cultivation is not enough, one type of four swords, can only play twenty-four swords, one move down, the body shape is also close to the thief saint.

The thief saint dodged left and right, completely avoiding his twenty-four swords, and mocked: "I have taken all the forty-eight swords of the Lingyun Sword Sect Lu Qingping, and you kid is only twenty-four swords, and the sword is not hit, and you are not ashamed!"

"Little Brother Yun, I'm here to help you!"

Song Cong'an brandished the horse chopping knife and slashed at the thief saint, the thief took a few steps back, and the eaves under his feet were cut out of a big hole by Song Cong'an's horse chopping knife, but fortunately, there was no one underneath.

The sword fluttering clouds and deadwood sword struck at the shoulder of the thief saint, and the thief saint once again cast the "butterfly hand through the flower", pinching the dead wood sword of the sword fluttering clouds, trying to take his sword. If a swordsman loses his sword, half of it has been scrapped, where can the sword fluttering cloud make him wishful, his wrist moved, and the long sword rotated extremely fast, so that the thief saint had no way to start.

When the thief hesitated, Song Cong'an slashed the saber and slashed it according to the thief's arm. If this is hit, it will have to be splashed with blood, the thief retracted his arm and hid behind Jian Piaoyun, and Song Cong'an had no choice but to stop.

"Thousands of miles of ice!" Sword Piaoyun's body shape changed, swaying from side to side, sweeping through the thousands of troops and forcing the thief to retreat a few steps.

The Thief Saint seems to be on fire. Said coldly: "If I don't teach you some lessons, if I really steal the saint, it's in vain!" He took out a jade flute from his arms, put it horizontally at the corner of his mouth, and a crisp song "Mo Siliang" came from the flute, and his voice was melodious and tactful.

Song Cong'an knew the ability of this saint thief, and said to Jian Piaoyun in shock: "Little brother, quickly retreat...... Forehead......" Before Song Cong'an finished speaking, he half-knelt on the ground, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he muttered in his mouth: "Ahem...... I haven't seen him for a few years, and his sonic skills have gone to the next level, cough cough ......"

Jian Piaoyun stood in front of the thief saint, only to feel dizzy, all kinds of this life and previous life appeared in front of him, his chest was bored, and he also squirted a mouthful of blood.

The flute sound carried a wave-like true qi, hitting Jian Piaoyun's eardrums, chest, and even dantian again and again!

Song Cong'an sat down to breathe, wanting to help Jian Piaoyun, but he was helpless but powerless. The sword fluttering cloud dantian is chaotic, Xuanyu is not smooth, and the Heavenly Heart Imperial Divine Technique has not yet penetrated its roots, but at the critical moment, it can operate independently, barely resisting the further invasion of this sound wave.

The song is good, but it also hurts! I don't know how long it took for the thief to stop playing, and the sword was sweating profusely, and he was already half-kneeling on the ground. The thief was curious about the strange-shaped sword in his hand, and reached out to hold it, but at this time, the sword was exhausted, and he had no strength to stop his movements.

When the thief saint touched this sword, suddenly, a scream appeared in the thief's mind, and the sound was as terrifying as the demon in the Nine Hells!