As soon as the words came out, everyone opened their eyes one after another, the cold light in their eyes shone brightly, and the nervous and uneasy expressions they had before were suppressed.

Gathered together, the true yuan in the body was secretly surging, and several monks who knew the sea realm all held the magic weapon in their hands.

Among the people in this line, Sun Shifeng was in the middle stage of Dingling, and next to him was in the early stage of Dingling, and the others were in the Purple Mansion Realm and the Zhihai Realm.

Except for Yang Qing, the others are metal spirit roots, and they are all sword-type magic weapons, or long swords or short swords.

The sky had not yet dawned, and I saw more than ten clusters of various colors of light appear in the air in the distance, which were the flight of the monk's imperial weapon.

"Humph!"

Sun Shifeng's body suddenly burst into a bright golden light, his nose snorted coldly, a three-foot long sword was summoned, and immediately, he took the lead in rushing into the air to intercept it.

"Let's go!"

Everyone stepped on the magic weapon one after another, took off into the air, and went to intercept it.

And in the canyon, only Yang Qing with a calm face, he can't fly with a weapon, so it is difficult to intervene in the fight, his heart is not relaxed, but heavy, he comes here but does not participate, it is better not to come.

In the dim night, more than a dozen rays of light in the distance suddenly accelerated.

And Sun Shifeng and the others were all controlling the magic weapon at full speed and crashing into the other side.

The flying speed of the Spirit Realm Cultivator Imperial Wind Sect far exceeded that of the Purple Mansion Realm Monk, and the two people rushed to the front of the two Jinmang Dasheng's two monks.

"Sure enough!"

Yang Qing couldn't see the faces of the people in the sky clearly, and guessed only from the true yuan subordinates that it was Zhong Liyu who intercepted and killed this time.

"Gurgles!"

Run quickly along the canyon, closing the distance between the two centaurs and him.

"Boom!"

The four monks of the Spirit Determination Realm attacked in one place, and the golden mangs were too strong to be seen really.

"Kill!"

Sun Shifeng's side had three or four more people than the other.

"Fall!"

Several monks who knew the sea realm drank violently and fell towards the canyon, they could only manipulate one magic weapon, and it was difficult for them to exert their strength in the battle of imperial weapons.

When one monk falls, the other immediately follows.

In the blink of an eye, there were only four monks fighting in the air: Sun Shifeng and Zhong Liyu.

On the ground, one side was headed by Zhou Tengyun, and the other side was the chubby inner disciple deacon of Yiqifeng.

"Wang Youcai!"

Yang Qing's eyes froze, and he shouted angrily in his heart, only to see that Wang Youcai, who was round and round, was holding a pale red long stick, fighting with his eyes wide open and closed, not clumsy, but fierce and abnormal, and his slit-like eyes were full of fierceness.

"Gurgles!"

The strength was slightly increased, reaching the limit of the power that could be used without causing damage, and rushed into the battle circle, heading straight for Wang Youcai.

The figure flickered in the battle circle, but still could not avoid Wang Youcai's divine sense, a trace of fear flashed in his fierce eyes, and his round body moved backwards during the fight. I want to seek refuge from those around me.

"Click!"

Before Yang Qing's long stick was chopped out, he saw Wang Youcai's huge head thrown high, his slit-like eyes full of disbelief, and the viscous blood in his neck cavity was steaming hot, spraying high.

"Whoa!"

A warm blood dots the clean snow.

His head was actually cut off by a young monk beside him, and the young man had already defected to Zhou Tengyun's side at this time.

"Ahh

This change shocked the seven or eight people, and suddenly, the strength of the two sides quickly pulled away.

"Kill!"

Zhou Tengyun shouted angrily, which made the expressions of the seven or eight monks even whiter, even the slightly chubby middle-aged man, it was the same, the strength of the two sides was not much different, but in this way, they became in danger.

"Kill me!"

The slightly chubby middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot and he was also drinking.

At this time, Zhou Tengyun only shouted to kill, but did not make a move, and his figure was retreating.

The opponent's several attacks all hit Yang Qing, and the few monks beside him did not make a move to intercept him.

"Click!"

Yang Qing swept with a stick, and swept away several magic weapons that attacked by the thousands of troops, and the anger in his heart had not yet surged, and he saw a sneer on Zhou Tengyun's face in his divine sense, and the narrow sword body in his hand shook, and a large amount of dark golden true yuan poured out, turning into a sword shadow.

And the place where the sword shadow was aimed was Yang Qing and several monks on the other side.

Zhou Tengyun's strongest attack, Sword Rain!

"Woohoo!"

More than a dozen sword shadows with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, as fast as arrows off the string.

The snow in the canyon is driven by a wave of snow.

"Your mother's ......" Yang Qing didn't have time to scold angrily, and he didn't care about using his strength to tear the veins around his body, so he quickly increased and dodged to the side.

"Tear up!"

Despite all the power that burst out, the number of sword shadows was large and the attack speed was fast, and the shoulder was still swept away, and a shallow wound appeared.

"Tear up!"

One of the arms of the chubby middle-aged man who shouted killing, but was retreating violently, was almost cut off.

"Huh?"

This blow only slightly injured Yang Qing, which made Zhou Tengyun very suspicious, and when he saw the skyrocketing speed, his face was even more stagnant, but he immediately put it away, pretended to be nothing, and continued to fight with several monks on the other side.

"Boom!"

Before the snowflakes could splash, they were steamed into mist by the scorching fire spells.

At this time, the gap in strength between the two sides is huge, almost one-sided.

"I'll kill you another day!"

The muscles of the shoulder trembled, the wound no longer bled out, but there were a few bright red in the mouth, and it was only a moment to use all the strength, but the fascia of the veins was torn apart, and the injury was even more serious. The killing intent was surging in his heart, but he knew that those monks were all standing in a column with Zhou Tengyun, and fighting at this time was equivalent to standing in opposition to Sun Shifeng.

"Kill!"

Zhou Tengyun's side became more and more fierce, and the other party was looking for an opportunity to escape.

"Click!"

The other party was killed again.

"Huh!"

The spiritual consciousness of the monk of the Spirit Determination Realm shrouded the range above three hundred zhang, Zhong Liyu could clearly see the situation in the canyon, and when he saw that the people who followed him would be killed at any time, he blocked Sun Shifeng's attack and swooped down.

"Whew!"

I saw that a small golden sword of only three inches appeared next to Zhong Liyu, who was holding a long sword, and it disappeared in a flash.

"Poof!"

A monk of the Sea Realm who was slashing fiercely didn't know why, but he felt a soft sound, and his body shook involuntarily, and he saw a bloody hole appear on his side.

"Boom!"

The long narrow sword in Zhou Tengyun's hand trembled violently, and his face changed greatly.

If he hadn't released all his divine consciousness and blocked it with his sword in time, then the three-inch golden sword would not have grazed the body of the sword, but pierced his chest.

"Whew!"

The little sword paused, and then struck him again.

The attack power of this golden sword is not strong, but it is extremely fast.

"Tear up!"

Zhong Liyu's free and easy face was covered with frost at this time, and in order to save the few people who were following him, he swooped down desperately, and was about to kill Zhou Tengyun with one blow, when a brilliant golden sword light tore out of his waist and a bloody cut on his waist.

If he dodges any more slowly, he will be cut off by the waist.

"Goodo"

Blood gushed out from his waist, the white robe was instantly dyed red, his body was stunned, and the attack of the golden little sword couldn't help but stagnate, allowing Zhou Tengyun to escape a catastrophe.

'Peng', 'Peng'

Zhong Liyu and the alert-looking and desperate young man fell into the canyon.

The wound on his waist was still bleeding, and his white robe was soaked with snow.

"Whew, Whew"

Sun Shifeng and Bian Zeming were indifferent and cold, and they also fell into the canyon.

At this moment, the fighting was suspended, one side was desperate, and the traitor appeared, resulting in the current situation, and it was impossible to escape. One side is happy, for those monks who come to help Sun Shifeng, most of them are to find a backer, and at this time, the opponent's defeat has been decided, and what can be harvested is the opponent's spirit stones and treasures.

One side was outnumbered, the other side suffered heavy casualties, and the monk with the highest cultivation was seriously injured.

"Fellow disciples, Zhong Li has harmed you, right...... Don't stop" Zhong Liyu's face was pale, full of sadness and self-blame, and he couldn't help choking up in his voice. The wound to his waist was not fatal, but it severely weakened him, and a massacre ensued.

"You guys run away! Zhongli will block for you for a moment or three!" Zhong Liyu took a deep breath, and his pale face was free and easy, and he looked very desolate.

Several monks behind Zhong Liyu were in a commotion, and their footsteps slowly retreated.

And the young man who stood side by side with him, with an alert-looking face, his face was cold and motionless, and his eyes looked at Yang Qing with disdain.

"Little Golden Sword!"

Yang Qing's mouth was slightly open, his eyes were blank, and he was repeating in his heart.

Five years ago, Yang Qing was severely beaten by Wang Erli on the streets of Shuangxing Town, and just when one leg was about to be trampled off, a small golden sword of only three inches came from the sky, scaring Wang Erli away and allowing him to keep one leg, otherwise not to mention the cultivation of reaching the Purple Mansion Realm, it would be a luxury to be able to walk, and with the situation at home at that time, in order to treat him, he would definitely be poor, poor, and hungry.

It can be said that the golden sword has changed everything about him, without the golden sword, the best situation is to be accompanied by crutches for life, rely on Yang Dazhi and his wife for life, drag Yang Song for life, and with his character, he will die of resentment.

Yang Qing has never forgotten to repay the golden sword, and he is even more determined to repay it no matter what the price is, but what he never expected was that when he saw it again in this kind of scene, his firm heart couldn't help but hesitate.

Don't talk about whether he has the strength to repay it, just how to repay it.

Today may be the last chance, saving is to repay the favor, and losing it may be his life, even if he does not die, he will offend Sun Shifeng, and finally say goodbye to Sun Xinyao. Or, to see the death of a benefactor who had saved him.

The unprecedented hesitation and entanglement in his heart, it was not easy for him to get all this, and after three years, he married Sun Xinyao as a Taoist couple.

And if you repay the favor, you may lose all this, and you may only get peace of mind.

But all this cannot be measured by pros and cons.

"Xin Yao, I'm sorry for you!"

There was a deep apology in my heart, but I made a decision.

He strode forward, feeling a little nervous, and asked expressionlessly, "Five years ago, did you save a teenager who was beaten on the street in Shuangxing Town?" ”

Zhong Liyu was absolutely stunned, first stunned, but smiled freely but looked miserable, "Haha, remember? My uncle lives in Shuangxing Town, surnamed Wang Mingkun, I think you have also heard of it, I went to visit that day, and I was quite depressed in the house, so I went to the restaurant with my junior brother to drink, and when I saw the injustice, I took a shot, and rescued him with the golden hidden sword, I didn't expect that the young man at the beginning had grown to such an extent today."

"However, you don't have to take it to heart, if Wang Dali hadn't mentioned such a trivial matter a few times, I would have forgotten it a long time ago."

Sun Shifeng looked indifferently and had no intention of stopping, while the next side was frowning and turned his head to look at Sun Shifeng beside him, while Zhou Tengyun was sneering at the corner of his mouth, and the pleasure in his eyes was even stronger.

Yang Qing recalled the scene at that time, as for Wang Kun, he also heard a little, Li Hongwei was a soldier for Wang Kun, now I think about it, the reason why I couldn't see Li Hongwei that night was because there were distinguished guests in the mansion, and the government soldiers naturally had to ensure that there would be no mistakes, so as not to disturb the interest of the guests.

No longer asking whether Wang Erli was only frightened at that time because he had already met Wang Dali, not asking if he would have dealt with him because of Wang Youcai, and not asking if this golden hidden sword was refined from that metallic strange ore, Yang Qing just turned around, his eyes were slightly closed, and the luck in his heart was not there, but after opening it, he said in a light tone with firmness, "I saved your life today to repay the grace of rescue back then"

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