Behind the falling thorns, a flowing light quickly broke through the Luohua thorn, and the light hit Xiao Feng's body, and then a fierce neon color exploded in an instant centered on Xiao Feng's position, shaking all the Luo thorns around him.

When the light dimmed and disappeared, everyone opened their eyes, only to see Hu Shuisheng appear beside Xiao Feng, with swords flying all over his body, dyeing her white clothes transparent and shiny, her long hair fluttering, reflecting her veiled face, a pair of eyes cold and lonely, like a lotus blooming on the top of a snow-capped mountain, silent and blooming, lonely and withering, it is eternal loneliness.

Blood flowed from the corners of Hu Shuisheng's mouth, she had not recovered from the internal injuries caused by the real qi disorder due to the previous fight against the snake king, and the internal injuries caused by the true qi disorder had not yet recovered, and at this time, she was forced to force out her true qi to resist the Luo Hua thorn, the old injuries added to the new injuries, her body staggered, and she barely maintained her standing by relying on the long sword, and her breath was much heavier.

Xiao Feng held Hu Shuisheng and exclaimed, "Master!"

"I'm fine!" Hu Shuisheng's forehead oozed a trace of cold sweat.

Feng Wuniang sneered: "It's okay? It's okay to be able to make a move with instant luck, but it is very easy to cause confusion and internal injuries! Do you know that this is a taboo for luck?"

Hu Shuisheng glanced up at Feng Wuniang, "Even so, it's not so easy if you want to kill me!"

"Really?" The voices of a man and a woman came from the darkness, it was Hongfu and Xiaoyaozi, they rushed to take a look, but Hu Shuisheng was seriously injured, and the remaining three people were just a rabble to them, so they naturally wouldn't take it seriously.

With a wave of red dust, it fell from the sky, "What if it's a poor road, can't it kill you?"

Immediately after Xiaoyaozi was in the red breeze, he also floated gently, and his luck was enough to see the true ability of the two of them.

Xiaoyaozi frowned, and the Xuan fan snapped into his hand, "Alas! If it weren't for the sect master's order, such a moving figure, I wouldn't be able to do it!"

Xiaoyaozi looked at Hu Shuisheng's fluttering beauty, a little obsessed, but Hongfu glanced at him, and he coughed twice in embarrassment.

Xiao Feng and the others thought they could escape, but they didn't expect that it would be difficult to escape the clutches of Red Whisk and Xiaoyaozi, and the weapon sect to which Red Whisk and Xiaoyaozi belonged had three hall masters, Wu Xiangrin, Wen Bi and Feng Wuniang, who were sandwiched back and forth, leaving a back hand, so that Red Whisk and Xiaoyaozi would be so calm.

Ziqin and Wu Xiangrin are entangled together, and this Wu Xianglin is almost fighting with Ziqin as if he is practicing his hands with his strong body and martial arts cultivation above him.

Seeing that Ziqin noticed that Hongfu and Xiaoyaozi were coming, Xiao Feng and Hu Shuisheng were in danger, and they were distracted, "Accompany grandpa to play two more tricks!"

Wu Xiangrin punched over, Ziqin crossed his arms to block, and under several heavy blows, Ziqin's arms trembled, and the pain was incomparable. But Wu Xiangrin's attack was fierce with one move, and his knife-like face revealed a trace of hideousness.

Looking closely, Wu Xiangrin's right eye is a little different from his left eye, his right eye has a deep scar, his face is full of flesh, and he has a vicious and violent face.

Yun Yao stubbornly supported the internal injuries and came to support Ziqin, and under the attack of the two, Wu Xiangrin was at ease without the slightest difficulty. It seems that even the combined cultivation of Yun Yao and Ziqin can't beat a hall master of the Weapon Sect.

"Just with you two dolls, you still want to fight with grandpa! The chick is a little beautiful, grandpa tore all your clothes tonight, but I haven't been happy for a long time!" Wu Xiangrin's eyes showed a fierce light, he glanced up and down a few times at Yun Yao, and laughed a few times.

Wu Xiangrin's huge palm grabbed Yun Yao and lifted her whole person up, no matter how she moved, she couldn't break free.

Wu Xiangrin looked at Yun Yao's whole body and laughed obscenely.

Yun Yao scolded: "Shameless!"

Ziqin rushed up, Wu Xianglin grabbed Ziqin's neck with his other hand, and pinched it gently, Ziqin's face turned red, his muscles flared up, and he kept struggling to breathe, but Wu Xiangrin's strength was so strong that he couldn't move his palm at all.

Now there are only two people left, Xiao Feng and Hu Shuisheng, Hu Shuisheng has suffered internal injuries again, Xiao Feng's cultivation is not enough, how can he be the opponent of these people in the Weapons Sect. Not to mention the top masters like Hongfu and Xiaoyaozi, just the three hall masters of the Weapon Sect, the four of them combined, compared to these people, it is not enough to see at all.

Hu Shuisheng was carrying a package on his body, the package was heavy, Hongfu and Xiaoyaozi's eyes lit up, they looked at each other, and nodded understandingly.

As soon as Red Whisk made a move, she went straight to Hu Shuisheng, her speed far exceeded Hu Shuisheng and Xiao Feng's imagination, and before she could see it clearly, Red Whisk had already appeared in front of their eyes, and the cultivation gap that was almost crushed was beyond the reach of the two of them.

With a slap of the red whisk, Xiao Feng pulled Hu Shuisheng by the hand, blocked himself in front, and took her palm with the bloodthirsty sword, and with a wave of the red whisk, the bloodthirsty sword in Xiao Feng's hand flew out and inserted it into the nearby rocks.

This palm is amazing!

The bloodthirsty sword in Xiao Feng's hand had already been taken off, and the tiger's mouth was shocked by the power of the red palm, dripping with blood and blurring. A sharp pain struck his whole body from the palm of his hand, and his arm trembled, and he gritted his teeth and endured the sharp pain.

The red whisk was another palm, straight to Xiao Feng's head, Hu Shuisheng forced the strength of the whole body to take it, she was like a kite with a broken string, her body flew lightly, blood gushed out, and fell to the ground, Xiao Feng hurriedly went over and helped Hu Shuisheng up. Her consciousness was a little blurred, and she lay quietly in Xiao Feng's arms, gasping slightly.

Hongfu grabbed the package that was on Hu Shuisheng's body, leaned back, and flew back to Xiaoyaozi's side.

She opened the package, it was a wooden box, and when she opened it, a red light flowed out, and it was a flower of flame that she had never seen before, blooming enchantingly.

Even the red breeze couldn't help but light up, and the frowning brows stretched, "This is the legendary soul rejuvenation incense? The flower that blooms on the other side of the junction of yin and yang? blooms in a thousand years, and falls in a thousand years!"

The flowers on the other side have infinite magical power, and the red whisk is deeply trapped in it and cannot extricate itself.

She remembered when she was younger.

Hongfu is still a girl, and Xiaoyaozi accompanies her to practice swords.

It was in the backyard of the Sword Hall of the Feixian Gate, and the huge open space was planted with bamboo.

The breeze blew slowly, the bamboo forest shook, and the sound of weapons hitting was heard from time to time.

A handsome woman dressed in red stabbed a man with a sword.

"Brother Xiaoyao look at the sword!" "The red whisk crosses the oblique stab, first compared to the previous move of the river sunset, starting with a smooth sword move, and then unexpectedly, using the flying flow of nine days, the sword move is sharp and fast, the momentum is majestic, and the dense short thorns are like a waterfall for nine days, unstoppable.

Xiaoyaozi turned a few sword circles, while defending, while retreating, Hongfu's confidence increased greatly, the offensive became more and more aggressive, seeing that he was about to win, he leaned forward and stabbed straight at Xiaoyaozi's chest.

Xiaoyaozi stepped lightly on one foot and flew behind Red Whisk, who wanted to put away the offensive when he saw this, but his move was too fierce to take it back, so he had to use the move of sweeping with a long sword, and he turned around and threw it behind him.

Xiaoyaozi kicked on Hongfu's wrist, she suddenly screamed in pain, the long sword flew out, Hongfu's center of gravity shifted, Xiaoyaozi hurriedly hugged her, slowly approached Hongfu's cheeks, Hongfu's cheeks were red, and she closed her eyes gently, her slender eyelashes trembled gently, like flowers unfolding in spring, at that moment of germination.

At this moment, the red breeze is beautiful and moving.

"It's wonderful, it's wonderful!"

At this time, three people came from a distance.

Hongfu and Xiaoyaozi immediately made a move, "Senior brother in charge!"

Dao Tianshu nodded, he was dressed in a plain robe, his long hair was tied up, fluttering with a bit of Dao style that did not eat the fireworks of the world, he had no desire and no thoughts, and his gestures showed an elegant demeanor, but between his eyebrows, there was a kind of loneliness that was unbearable and cold.

"Sect Envoy!" Hongfu and Xiaoyaozi made another gesture at the two beside Dao Tianshu, the two of them were second only to the head of the sect, and they were in charge of the two sects of the sword qi of the Flying Immortal Sect respectively.

One is Dao Tianji, the junior disciple of Dao Tianshu, and the other is the youngest of the three brothers, called Dao Tianxuan.

Daotian is wearing a crane robe, the robe is painted with the sea and the immortal, the crane is straight up to the clouds, there is a domineering spirit of the king who conquers the world, looking at the crane in the sky, he is the leader of the Flying Immortal Gate Qi Sect.

Dao Tianxuan wore a strong suit, with a pair of sword eyebrows, the tail of his eyebrows was slightly raised, as sharp as a sword, and his edge was exposed, and he was the leader of the Flying Immortal Gate Sword Sect.

Hongfu and Xiaoyaozi said embarrassedly: "It's ugly!"

The two of them are disciples of the Sword Sect and belong to the jurisdiction of Dao Tianxuan, Dao Tianxuan doesn't seem to be satisfied with the two of them, "The way of the sword is in your heart, you need to concentrate on the same, you are impetuous, you are having fun, what positive results can you have?"

Dao Tianji smiled and said: "Red Fu and Xiaoyaozi have made great progress in their cultivation in recent days, how can practicing swords happen overnight! Don't blame the two of them too much!" Dao Tianji interceded with Hongfu and Xiaoyaozi, the cultivation of the two of them is considered to be the master of the masters, but in the eyes of Dao Tianxuan, they are not vulnerable at all, because Dao Tianxuan is not pursuing masters, but the first in the world.

Dao Tianxuan said: "If you want to do it, you will be the first!"

Dao Tianji asked: "Oh, the senior brother in charge is the first in the world, could it be that the senior brother wants to compete with the senior brother in charge?"

How dare Dao Tianxuan be so disobedient, he is straightforward and fast-talking, he never thought that he would offend people, now that he thinks about it, this is not the meaning of seeking power and seizing the throne, it is a great rebellion? Dao Tianxuan immediately said to Dao Tianshu: "Senior brother in charge, I didn't mean that! In my heart, you have always been my flaunt, and I never thought of asking for it."

Dao Tianshu waved his hand: "It's okay!" After a pause, he continued: "The highest realm of the way of the sword is the unity of heaven and man, ten thousand years ago, the ancestor of Dao Tianyi defeated the demon spirit with the swordless sword rainbow, this swordless rainbow is the supreme avenue in the sword, there is no being, there is nothing, qi can be a sword, and people can also be a sword! There is no first in the way of the sword, it is not the world that wants to win, but yourself! Don't be too competitive, otherwise you will go crazy and hurt others and yourself!"

Dao Tianxuan nodded as if he didn't understand, his eyes showed blazing heat, this so-called sword dao was his obsession day and night, eager to one day be able to defeat his senior brother Dao Tianshu. For this dream, Dao Tianxuan practiced kendo hard, but he was still not Dao Tianshu's opponent, in his eyes, the three words Dao Tianshu represented the first, representing the way of the sword.

The past is like smoke, the Feixian Gate is long gone, the three brothers parted ways, the Qi Sect was divided into two, and the legendary first Tianshu in the world disappeared into the rivers and lakes with the Rainbow Sword and the Rainbow Sword Song.

Red Whisk slowly came back to his senses, and the flowers on the other side of the wooden box quietly bloomed with bewitching firelight, reflecting the slightest wrinkles on Red Whisk's face.

How many years have passed! She still can't forget him in her memory. And this he is standing beside her at this time, the years are like a song, and the red breeze is no longer the ignorant girl she was at the beginning! Her frowning brow is her unforgettable past!

Hongfu was suddenly stunned and sighed: "How much if people could live in the past!"

Xiaoyaozi smiled and shook his head: "The heart is no longer that heart, what if I go back to the past? I am a prodigal son, why should I have a past?"

"The falling flowers are intentional, the flowing water is ruthless, I am too obsessed!"

Red Whisk put the flower in the palm of her hand, and her feelings in her past were like this bewitching flower, turned into ashes.

"From now on, the red whisk of the past is dead!"

Red Whisk looked at Xiao Feng and Hu Shuisheng, a terrifying killing intent shrouded him, even Xiaoyaozi shuddered, Wen Bi, Feng Wuniang and Wu Xiangrin retreated one after another, they knew that Red Whisk was going to start a big killing!

She looked at Hu Shuisheng lying in Xiao Feng's arms, Ziqin hugging Yun Yao, her heart tingled, and turned into boundless resentment.