Zhang Qian glanced at the sky lightly, and then flew towards the mountain stream in the distance.

The Xuanjie Daoist was curled up under a mountain cliff, except for the place next to him that was unaffected by the magic protection, his body was already a mess, and the rubble that rolled down from the mountain, The rotten wood almost buried him, Zhang Qian waved his sleeves to clear the obstacles, but this kind of movement woke up the Xuanjie Daoist, only to see a man covered in armor who did not even show his face was standing indifferently in front of him, the sword marks on the armor were heavy, and the blood on his chest was like a thick ink on rice paper, which made him exude a chilling aura all over his body, especially when he was holding the half-amputated arm in his hand, the blood was dripping, and the broken muscles and bones made him look like a fierce god.

The Xuanjie Daoist suddenly woke up from his coma, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he was startled, his face turned pale, and he struggled to retreat, but there was already a cliff behind him, where else could he retreat?

His thoughts seemed to be a little unclear, and he struggled for a moment, and the cloudiness in his eyes gradually faded, and then he seemed to remember something, and gradually calmed down.

Isn't this person the one who fought with Yang Jiye before? Although I don't know his identity, but the enemy's enemy is a friend, and he must be harmless to himself, thinking of this, his heart is a little settled, and then he sees the half-amputated arm he is holding in his hand, and a touch of confusion appears in his eyes again, frowning and thinking for a moment, then he remembered the scene before he fell unconscious, Yang Jiye cut it down from the air with a sword, and then chased after him with a sword, this person may be in a different place at any time, and his body is seriously injured, and the despair in his heart spreads, so he can't support it, and he is unconscious, but he opens his eyes and sees that this person is safe and sound, what is going on? He looked carefully at the half-amputated arm that Zhang Qian was holding in his hand, and his face was gradually occupied by horror.

The bloody severed arm was also wrapped in a sleeve, woven of twine, which was the Taoist robe made of the East China Sea Fusang Shenmu book cover fiber on Yang Jiye's body.

The owner of this broken arm is actually Yang Jiye!

Xuanjie Dao's heart was terrified to a point where it could not be increased, he couldn't imagine what happened in this short moment when he was unconscious, this person had obviously fallen into a mortal situation before, but in the end he turned defeat into victory, and cut off one of Yang Jiye's arms, what an impressive record, what an incredible counterattack! He has been fighting with Yang Jiye for two days, and has been in a posture of being toyed with, knowing how terrifying Yang Jiye's methods are, but this person is especially superior, looking at the silent person in front of him, although he is covered by the battle suit, his expression and breath can't be felt, but he is extremely sure in his heart, this person is extremely calm now, and there is no trace of fear in his heart.

And the demeanor is steady, and there is no sign of decay after the war, and it seems that there is not much consumption.

"This person's strength is terrifying!" Xuanjie Daoist admired in his heart, and at the same time secretly speculated in his heart, "But who is he, I don't remember that there is such a number one person in the Shuzhou cultivation world." ”

However, Zhang Qian didn't speak, didn't show his true face, and he didn't dare to ask rashly, just bowed his hand slightly and expressed his gratitude.

"More seniors come to the rescue, Xiaodao is the first Xuanjie ...... of Yangshan Xiaodongtian Discipline Academy"

Before he could finish his words of thanks, he was interrupted by a familiar voice, and the whole person was stunned.

"After a few days, Senior Brother Xuanjie doesn't recognize me?"

Zhang Qian stretched out his hand and pushed away the hideous mask made of the Shura head on his face, revealing his true face, with a gentle smile, his eyes slightly closed, his eyes just fell between the eyebrows of the Xuanjie Daoist, and he wanted to meet his eyes, as if he could see his whole person clearly, there was no secret at all, the Xuanjie Daoist was a joy in his heart, and when this gaze fell on him, his heart was inexplicably a little heavier, and even when he first saw Zhang Qian's face, the strong surprise was covered, he never expected that the person who saved him would be a Taishang Daoist, this humble loose cultivator actually had the ability to cut off one of Yang Jiye's arms, which was really unexpected by him。

Before that, he had never taken his strength into account, even if he intended to use his strength to deal with Yang Jiye, he used him as cannon fodder.

And after he saw Yang Jiye's true strength, he didn't even have this idea.

Although he had left an edict to let Zhang Qian come to find him after he was busy with the affairs of Minjiang Shuifu, the two joined forces to besiege Yang Jiye, but he was in a desperate situation, but he never thought of him at all, he didn't expect a Taishang Taoist to have the ability to turn the tide strongly, and he was sent to death when he came, not to mention that the two calculated each other, and it is unknown whether the previous promise could be fulfilled, but the Taishang Taoist really came, and saved his life, how could he not be surprised!

It turns out that this person is so deeply hidden! In the Water Mansion, although Zhang Qian has also revealed some of his strength, the Xuanjie Daoist thinks that there is still a big gap between him and himself.

Now it seems that this person is about to kill himself as if he were crushing an ant to death, and his heart is gloomy because of this.

Why did the Taishang Daoist hide his strength in front of his own people, obviously he had ulterior intentions! The more the Xuanjie Taoist looked at Zhang Qian, the more he felt that he was the murderer of his disciples, and such a person looked at each other, he naturally couldn't feel at ease, and he had a murderous heart for Zhang Qian, if it weren't for Yang Jiye's intervention to disrupt the layout, he would probably have already attacked him, and he couldn't confirm your crime, but you violated my interests again, only kill first and then convict, because the dead are always unable to justify themselves, of course, the main reason is that their strength is far superior to him, and they can easily decide his life and death。

But now that the situation has been reversed, it has become easy for Zhang Qian to take his life, comparing his heart to his heart, will the other party have such thoughts?

Xuanjie Dao has ghosts in people's hearts, so their hearts are empty.

was looked at by Zhang Qian's cool eyes, and naturally he would not feel comfortable.

Whether he is blindly optimistic or not, he subconsciously can't accept rebirth and death after the catastrophe, and the possibility that Zhang Qian will kill him is simply minimal, if he has this intention, he should have done it as early as in the Minjiang Water Mansion, and he will not waste this effort to save himself from Yang Jiye's hands, and directly sit back and watch his tragic death, take 10,000 steps back, he has no grievances with him, even if he has murderous intentions, it is only intentional, and he has not had time to implement the action, but he will recommend him to become a distinguished guest elder, although it is an expedient measure, but now that he has made the fake come true, he still has a kindness to him, how could he kill himself? Xuanjie Daoist laughed at himself: "It seems that he was forced by Yang Jiye to go to the ghost gate for a few days, and he is suspicious of everything?"

Thinking of this, the uneasy mood in the heart of Xuanjie Daoist gradually disappeared, and he didn't feel that he was sorry for Zhang Qian, didn't he have done anything yet?

On the contrary, there are some stammers and welcomes in my heart.

He is now seriously injured, although there is still a breath of air, but the Dao foundation is almost collapsed, and his cultivation has fallen to the realm of only the early stage of Qi Xing Zhoutian, and his life span does not know how much he has been damaged, and whether he can return to yesterday's realm in his lifetime is uncertain, if he can still maintain his former status and enjoy endless cultivation resources, there is hope, but now he has fallen into this miserable state, and the first seat of the Discipline Academy is ten** It can't be saved, he will burn high incense if he doesn't fall into the well, thinking of this, his heart is desolate, and now looking at Zhang Qian's heart, there is a sudden hope, he introduced the sect by himself, from a casual cultivator to a distinguished guest elder, and he always has to take care of himself.

Although Elder Keqing basically has no right to intervene in the affairs of the door, Zhang Qian has a strong strength.

"It's actually a Taoist friend!" Xuanjie Daoist's expression changed very quickly, and the trace of jealousy and haze in the depths of his pupils was replaced by surprise and joy in an instant, and then he patted his ass, bowed his head and said: "At the beginning, I was poor and clumsy, but I didn't see that Daoist friends were such hidden masters, so that they showed off their might in front of you, but now it seems that it is really a class axe, ridiculous, ashamed and ashamed!" These words can be said to have degraded himself to the extreme, and it also erased all kinds of unhappiness and resentment between the two of them, as if they had never had any vicious calculations with each other, but they just 'had eyes but didn't know Mount Tai', and at the same time they patted their sycophants and beat their hearts.

Zhang Qianyan nodded when he heard this, he looked like this, but his eyes never left his eyes, and he saw that the haze in his eyes was gradually replaced by surprise, and he already knew it.

It seems that this Xuanjie Taoist has not yet broken the truth to the outside world, and others do not know that he, the Elder Keqing, is actually a murderer, otherwise there is no room for turning between the two, at this moment he should be afraid to see himself, even if he is acting on the spot, but his eyes can't deceive him, his heart is a little settled, in fact, he has already guessed in his heart, although the Xuanjie Taoist knows that he is a murderer, but there is no evidence, and he has no way to take himself, and then he wants to give up the Vermilion Bird Fire Trick to himself, and he has committed a taboo, not to solve himself, and then weave up the crime, this matter will never be easily provoked, not to mention that in the end, Yang Jiye killed halfway, and he didn't have time to take care of himself。

However, if it is not solved now, it does not mean that this secret will be hidden forever, only if those who know are dead, the fake will become true.

Zhang Qian's plot of revenge, he will inevitably deal with the righteous path, this identity is extremely important to him, so the Xuanjie Taoist will die, and this person has the intention to kill him, although there is no trace, but there is this heart, and it also occupies the way to death.

"Yang Jiye, this person has supreme magical powers, you almost died, when you were in danger, why didn't you see someone in the small cave of Yangshan come to the rescue?"

Zhang Qian's eyes had not yet revealed the murderous intent in his eyes, and he continued to ask some questions that seemed irrelevant to the Xuanjie Daoist.

However, this incident made him a little embarrassed, and he was embarrassed not only because of the attack, but also because he was embarrassed to let Yang Jiye look like this, and there was no place in the whole thing from beginning to end that was not ashamed, so it was extremely difficult to speak, and he said vaguely: " This Yang Jiye is just a junior who has been in the Tao for two years, even though he has a great master, but the poor Dao did not take him seriously, some underestimated enemies, he stabbed several junior disciples to death in front of him, and he couldn't hold his face anymore, and he also took great responsibility. ”

"I see. Zhang Qian nodded, and then said, "It seems that you have failed." ”

"Yes, if it weren't for the timely arrival of Daoist friends, Poor Dao might have died here today. The Xuanjie Taoist chatted with him for a few words, and his vigilance gradually dissipated, and when he thought of his current situation, his mood gradually decreased.

"Then do you have any last words that you need to explain?" Zhang Qian asked casually.

Xuanjie Daoist didn't reflect when he heard this, although his Dao foundation was damaged now, there was still a pure yang true qi in the Purple Mansion, and the furnace Ding's body had not suffered any trauma, even if he had been rescued, he would not die, even if he might be no different from a waste person for a long time from now on, but it didn't mean that he was going to seek death and life, and the ** that lived in his heart was still quite strong, what kind of last words did he confess? He couldn't figure it out at all, he raised his head and looked at Zhang Qian's expressionless and murderous face, and suddenly felt a little elusive, and then he saw a bloody light in the corner of his eye, he turned his eyes with difficulty, and saw a totem drawn with blood in Zhang Qian's palm.

This totem seemed a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it, and then he thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more tired he became, and the whole person was groggy, only to feel that his body was getting lighter and lighter, as if he was floating.

Then the whole world was like a faded ancient painting, which eventually turned into a piece of white rice paper.

The Xuanjie Daoist knew nothing, not even that he was dead.

Zhang Qian gently closed his hands, and the blood totem was hidden in the flesh and blood** The tower sucked in, and then a sun true fire refined it, turned into ashes and dispersed, the Xuanjie Daoist was wiped out at this point, he and Yang Jiye fought for two days, he was already exhausted, if no one helped, let him fend for himself in this mountain stream, and the half moon would also end up like this, Zhang Qian just accelerated the process, used the soul spell to extract his extremely weak soul, and then used the real fire to refine it clean, so there was no trace of flaw, that is, the Taoist master in the small cave of Yangshan came in person, I am afraid that this Xuanjie Taoist was exhausted and died, and he had nothing to do with him。

After refining his divine soul, in just one or two breaths, the sound of hooves in the sky swept like thunder.

Zhang Qian's eyes closed slightly, looking at the sky, only to see a white heavenly horse rushing through the sky, the horse's mane flying, like clouds and water angry.

The white-clothed white horse, which was originally floating out of the dust, now gives people a feeling of murderous intent, galloping from a distance, as if a fierce god, a folding fan in his hand is closed and clenched, and it is also like holding a knife!

"Yang Jiye, come and die!"

Qingxuan Dao people are condescending, from the sky dome horses galloping wildly, if the heavy cavalry on the battlefield to the poor foot soldier launched a charge, momentum like a rainbow, alone, but like thousands of horses, hooves to the sky dome as a reflection wall, in the universe fierce reverberation, people have not arrived, the sound of the first, there is the effect of the first voice, a folding fan in the hand of the cloud swallowed, in an instant it turned into a tooth and claws of the angry dragon, towards Zhang Qian, as if to crush him into powder, this blow from dozens of miles away, to the mountain stream over, the momentum has reached the peak, there is the power of destroying the withering and decaying, people dare not take its edge, but it is the wrong person, Zhang Qian as Yang Jiye。

The ghost realm disturbs the divine soul, and the Qingxuan Dao people are not like Yang Jiye and Zhang Qian, the divine soul has already started to cultivate, and the divine sense is far inferior to the two.

When the two of them were fighting fiercely before, the Qingxuan Daoist was still hundreds of miles away, and he only felt a fluctuation, and he didn't know the specific situation here, he didn't know that Zhang Qian killed Yang Jiye, and now he only saw him standing in front of the corpse of the Xuanjie Daoist, and the battle armor was stained with blood, and the breath on his body was also cold and permeating, it was difficult to admit his mistake, and he didn't want to think about it, so he launched a fierce attack, and the anger brewing in his heart exploded at this moment.

Seeing this, Zhang Qian frowned slightly.

He had already thought about the rhetoric and plan, how to gain the trust of the people of Yangshan Xiaodong, but he didn't expect that the person who took on the rescue task was actually a stunned young man, and he killed him without saying a word. However, although this person is a stunned young man, Zhang Qian cannot deny that this son's strength is not bad, the power of this blow is not inferior to Yang Jiye's sword of the past life, of course, with his body, it is easy to dodge, but now he can't dodge, he dodge, this cloud condensed into a white dragon will destroy the body of the Xuanjie Daoist, and this is one of his evidences.

In a hurry, there is no room for turnaround, so you can only fight hard and use brute force to shake it back.

See the white dragon crashing down from the sky!

Zhang Qian suddenly bent his knees, and then jumped suddenly, his body was like a cannonball, flying suddenly, and then flapping his wings in the air, the speed doubled in an instant, and it was almost to a terrifying situation, and the air flow was messy everywhere, as if the air had become a mirror, which was violently smashed, reflecting that his body was scattered, looking extremely weird, only in the blink of an eye, it collided with the white dragon head-on!

The speed of the punch was already so fast that the Qing Xuan Dao people's divine sense could not reflect, and he only felt that a figure was approaching him at an incredible speed.

Boom! The sound of a huge explosion suddenly came to mind.

The terrifying air flow swept away from the fist and the dragon's head in an instant, as if it was raging, and the dangerous peaks and mountains under the hundred zhang were originally destroyed by Yang Jiye and Zhang Qian, and none of them were intact. In the center of the huge earthquake, Zhang Qian's figure disappeared suddenly, as if he had died with the white dragon condensed by the clouds, not even leaving a little bit of the stump and broken arm, turning into clouds and smoke to disperse, on the white horse, the Xuanqing Dao people were caught off guard by this huge earthquake, even if they had supernatural protection, they still had a feeling of dizziness, they just felt sober, and suddenly felt that their wrists were grabbed, and they were shocked.

He naturally didn't think that Yang Jiye would be killed so easily, but he never expected that this person would be able to approach his side.

But he can also be famous, and he is by no means mediocre.

Someone grabbed his wrist at once, and he didn't mess up, and in a panic, he used the fan as a sword and immediately stabbed it with his backhand, and the cloud qi on the fan condensed, like a dragon's claw, extremely sharp.

At this moment, a voice of hidden anger suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Qingxuan Xiao'er, running all the way, is there no difference between me and the enemy?"

(To be continued)