"Look for death!"

Just when Geng Hao's life was dying, there was a cry from the woods in the distance!

Then, like lightning, a shadow burst out of the woods!

A silver light flashed, and a shadow passed through the body of the thief holding the big axe, and suddenly, the thief split in two, and blood splattered all around!

Seeing this, the bandits were taken aback and took a few steps back in fright.

I saw Ying'er's face cold, holding a long sword in her hand, standing beside Geng Hao, looking at Geng Hao with a confused gaze.

"I didn't expect... There are still fools like you in the world..."muttered, Ying'er's eyes were like poisonous snakes, looking at the bandits around her.

"You... Who are you?" the frightened man stepped back step by step, and the thief-eyed man asked in fear.

The girl in front of her is definitely not an ordinary person! The lightning-fast body just now, and the swordsmanship that kills people without blinking, the other party must be a martial arts master!

"The Black Building... Shadow Sword...", the sword in her hand was pulled, and Ying'er's body turned into a ghost.

"Plop, flutter, flutter!"

I saw several sword lights flashing, limbs flying sideways, and the corpses of the bandits collapsed to the ground one after another!

In the blink of an eye, the arrogant and ferocious bandit turned into a corpse!

Facing the corpses around her, Ying'er's beautiful eyes didn't blink, and she walked to Geng Hao's side with a cold face.

"For a woman who has known each other for only a few days, she is willing to give up her life, fool..."As soon as the jade hand grabbed it, Ying'er lifted Geng Hao and put it back in the carriage.

This time, in addition to dealing with the white-clothed sword and Ding Xiaoyao, the landlord also ordered to kill Geng Hao!

Although Geng Hao's martial arts are ordinary, there is nothing to be afraid of, but after several battles, Geng Hao's ingenuity and ingenuity have worried the black-clothed landlord.

So he sent out the Shadow Sword to get rid of Geng Hao!

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At the same time, at the foot of the Shomuro Mountain, deep in the bamboo forest.

In the garden enclosed by wooden fences, a small bamboo hut sits and sits, and a stone table in the garden with a ceramic tea set on the table.

Surrounded by colorful flowers, it is extremely beautiful.

There is a towering tree in the garden, and the trunk is as thick as a man's waist.

There is a tombstone erected under the big tree, and the tombstone is engraved: Beloved wife Mo Suxin

Here, it is the small bamboo house where Ding Xiaoyao lives in seclusion.

At this moment, Mo Wentian was dressed in a white robe, his two white eyebrows trembled, and his body exuded the temperament of a fairy spirit, and he was sitting in the garden drinking tea.

"Brother Ding has been gone for a few days, and I don't know... Have you ever met the apprentice?" Wrinkled hands, holding teacups, Mo Wentian secretly thought to himself in his heart.

After reading it, looking at the tombstone under the tree, Mo Wentian sighed: "Sister, my father still doesn't forgive me..."

Remembering that he was guilty of a lot of sin, he forced his sister to commit suicide, and his father was also a monk, so Mo Wentian's eyes were wet and red.

"Old Master! Oh no! Something is wrong!"

Just when Mo Wentian was feeling guilty, a figure hurriedly ran over from the bamboo forest!

Hearing this, Mo Wentian paused the teacup in his hand, and immediately frowned.

Living in seclusion in a small bamboo house, how can anyone know about it except for my father, Brother Ding and Qin'er?

After seeing the person who came clearly, Mo Wentian stretched his white eyebrows and let down his guard.

"You... How do you know that the old man is here?" stood up, put his hands behind his back, looked at the person who came, and asked majestically.

"Old Sect Master, Liuyun Villa has united the six major factions to attack our sect, and the Holy Sect is in danger and is about to suffer a catastrophe..."

Clenched his hands into fists, bent down respectfully, and the person who came said anxiously: "Shangguan Liuyun is out of the customs, and the Qiqin Sect Master is seriously injured, and now... It's not long before I do!"

"What!"

Hearing this, he was taken aback, his two white eyebrows trembled, and Mo Wentian looked at the visitor in shock.

Qin'er's life is not long!

has no children under his knees, Qiqin was raised by Mo Wentian since he was a child, and Mo Wentian has long regarded Qiqin as his own son!

Now that he heard that Qiqin's life was not long in coming, Mo Wentian was dizzy for a while, and almost fell, so he hurriedly supported the stone table with his big hands and reluctantly stood up straight.

"Jean... My Qin'er!" The old tears were all over the place, and Mo asked the sky to cry bitterly.

"Old Sect Master, now that I have been ordered by the Sect Leader to come, I hope that the Old Sect Master will return to the Holy Sect and save the Holy Sect from danger!"

Clenched his fists and bent over, the person who came choked up.

"Liuyun Villa! Six major factions! I don't share the sky with you!"

With an angry roar, Mo Wentian clenched his fists and immediately stepped forward: "Let's go!

"Yes!" Standing behind Mo Wentian, the person who came nodded his head, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"Flutter!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Wentian didn't take a few steps, and a long sword came out from his back!

The old man's eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, Mo Wentian turned around in astonishment and looked at the person behind him.

"Hahaha, Qiqin didn't lie to me, you really lost your martial arts!" Behind him, a sword was seriously injured Mo Wentian, and the person who came was stunned, and then laughed.

"You... You traitor... Who the hell are you!" The person who looked at the visitor angrily, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and Mo Wentian roared with a pale face.

"Black-clothed building, two-faced tiger!" sneered, pulled out his long sword, and the person who came swung it with a sword!

"Flutter!"

The silver light flashed, Mo Wentian's face was shocked, his head and body were suddenly separated, blood splattered at the severed head, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.

And Mo Wentian's head fell on the stone table, and a pair of old eyes stared at the person who came.

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At noon, Qiqin carried his hands on his back, and took the three hall masters of Feng Wuji to the foot of Shaomu Mountain.

Because of the madness of the rivers and lakes in the morning, the white-clothed sword turned into a demon and killed the heads of various factions and the disciples in the sect!

Now there are two days left, Liuyun Villa and the six major factions will hold a discussion meeting on how to deal with the white-clothed sword!

He and Qin Xuan are confidants, although the Holy Sect does not move, but the confidant is in deep crisis, and Qiqin must not be saved!

"Sect Master, now that the white-clothed sword has become a demon, the rivers and lakes are in chaos, if we make a move, we will definitely be implicated..."Walking to the depths of the bamboo forest, Lei Xiong said in a rough and worried voice.

The old sect leader's martial arts have been lost, and the holy sect is in danger, so he said that he would not move his troops and sit on the mountain to watch the tiger fight!

But now, for the sake of the white-clothed sword, the sect leader is disregarding the safety of the Holy Sect and is ready to come to the rescue.

"Junior Brother Qin is the confidant of this sect master, and this sect leader must not be saved..."

With his brows furrowed, Qiqin said majestically: "As for how to save each other, it's up to the master and others to decide..."

How could Qiqin not know that in this dangerous period, if he took a wrong step, the Holy Sect would be doomed!

Qiqin thought about it for a long time, hoping to have the best of both worlds, not only to save Junior Brother Qin, but also to protect the Holy Sect.

So, Qiqin took the three hall masters and came to find the master Mo Wentian, hoping that the master could come up with ideas for himself.

Walking through the bamboo forest, he came to the small bamboo house, and when he saw the scene in front of him, Qiqin was stunned on the spot.

"Master !!"

Then his eyes were wet and red, and Qiqin roared and rushed into the garden.

I saw a headless corpse lying in a pool of blood, and Mo Wentian's head was placed on the stone table!

"Who did it!Who did it!Master!Master!" Howling and crying, holding Mo Wentian's corpse, Qiqin roared wildly.

For Mo Wentian, Qiqin has always regarded him as his father, although the two are masters and apprentices, their relationship is like father and son!

"Who is it!!! "Looking up to the sky and roaring, Qiqin's whole body was full of true qi, and the powerful true qi made Feng Wuji and the three of them retreat straight.

"Old Sect Master..."Looking at Mo Wentian's corpse, Feng Wuji and the three of them also choked up.

"Sect Master, look at the old sect leader's hand!" Suddenly, his eyes flickered, and Feng Wuji exclaimed.

I saw Mo Wentian holding a piece of cloth tightly in his hand!

Heartbroken, he took out the strip of cloth from the master's hand, opened the strip of cloth and took a look, Qiqin's eyes were split, and he gritted his teeth with hatred.

I saw a word written on the strip of cloth in blood, Qin!

"Qin... Qin Qiu! It must be him! Qin Qiu turned into a demon, and he killed the old sect leader!" Beside him, seeing the words on the strip of cloth, Lei Xiong's eyes were red, and he roared in a rough voice.

"Yes, Lao Lei is right, the old sect leader's wound is a sword wound... Those who know this little bamboo house, except for Senior Ding, only the white-clothed sword that has become a demon!" nodded, Ji Xiaosheng echoed in a cold tone.

"Junior Brother Qin!

Hearing this, his complexion changed several times, and Qiqin roared angrily.

"White-clothed sword! From now on, I will break off with you!!"

With a roar, Qiqin slapped a palm, and a black giant palm pounced on the opposite bamboo forest, and dozens of bamboo trees were wiped out!

"Feng Wuji! Pass the order, anyone in the Holy Sect who sees a white-clothed sword will be killed!"

Retracting his palm, his face was cold, and Qiqin said in a deep voice.

..................... (To be continued.) )