In the midst of everyone's confusion, Li Luo, who was wearing a dark brocade robe, crossed his arms, squinted, hooked the corners of his mouth ruthlessly, and said coldly: "Master Chu, how will today's matter end? If there is nothing to do, I will take the blood ghost away......

"Li Luo, you shameless person!" Xie Junhe scolded directly.

Qin Shi sighed to the sky: "We have been defeated. Chu Zhangmen...... This long river will be allied...... It's already scattered...... "The world outside Wangjiangtai has obviously exceeded his expectations.

Chu Tao giggled and sneered: "It's still early! He, Tang someone, has left himself clean! Doesn't the blood debt in this Beacon Ridge have nothing to do with him? Who should this Wu family member who is corpsed outside, the swordsman who died in Bilian Continent, and the blood debt of the Duan family be counted on?"

"Of course, it is counted on Jiang Shaoyun's head, my Tang master. "Yan Hong smiled and groaned, swaying among the rangers, and came out, "The conspiracy and collusion between the Tang family and Jiang Shaoyun have long been known to everyone in the rivers and lakes - how many Tianyuemen martial artists are hidden in your underground palace, and how many white-clothed holy envoys are hidden, do you need to talk about this matter?"

Tang Yao's face turned green. The most uncomfortable thing is that Yan Hong, a woman who is charming to the bone and cold to the bone.

Luo Ang also sighed: "I said Old Tang, this matter is not that old friends don't help you." I also have to take care of my family. He glanced at Shen Yanfei beside him, and said helplessly, "Jiang Shaoyun will contact you and me every ten days, which of the piles and piles that Chu Tao just said has nothing to do with you and me?

"Heh, isn't it for the Iron Dust Jue?" Yan Hong couldn't stop laughing, "You hold on to Miss Duan's family - it's also for the Iron Dust Jue's life-urging thing!"

How many more people are credible in this rivers and lakes piled up with lies? How many more people will die in vain for the sake of this iron dust trick? Enough! Chu Tao showed his dragon sword, his killing intent was awe-inspiring, and he said word by word: "Junhe, I'm fine—you go, let Tang Yao shut up!" He said that if Tang Yao said the wrong thing today, he would never keep him.

Just as Xie Junhe was looking for an opportunity to make a move, Duan Shiyu suddenly pulled out a short dagger from Tang Yao's waist. The cold light swept by in an instant, and even Tang Yao was not guarded, so she broke free from the iron palm and drew the knife to the neck.

"You!" The knife was not in Tang Yao's hand, she put on a posture of begging for death, and even Tang Yao had no choice.

The blade glowing with cold light clinged to the jade neck, piercing into the skin little by little. Crimson blood flowed down the tip of the knife. The smile hung calmly on the corner of her mouth, like a red plum in the snow. The heroes were dumbfounded.

"No!" Li Zhaolin was hoarse under the high platform, but was blocked by Xie Junhe with one arm.

Duan Shiyu's voice was as slow as a song, and it seemed that it was not about to face death at all, but just a melody with a subdued tone: "Do you think that the remnants of the Iron Dust Recipe have not been destroyed, they are still on me, so I still have the value of use." But let me tell you, the remnants of the Iron Dust Recipe have been handed over to Jun and Big Brother for the rest of the world, and he has burned this harmful curse to ashes!"

"A despicable person will judge others with a despicable heart. You will never succeed! You are not qualified to comment on the fire of the Duan family, and if it were not for your hard work, how could a father bear to kill his own daughter? He was forced by you to almost kill himself, so he set fire to the study, and he only wanted to get rid of it! The poor father was not at peace in life, and he had to endure the slander of others after his death...... It's really not worth it for him to be a daughter!"

Tang Yao couldn't calm down anymore, and took a step closer and said: "Impossible, Tiechen Jue, there will be no such fool in the world who burns it with one fire!" Duan Tingyuan has been hiding it for more than ten years and has not dared to do this...... You must have hidden it!"

Shiyu took a few steps back, and said resolutely: "Listen, I am not an orphan of the Song family! My surname is Duan—I am Duan Tingyuan's daughter! If I die, there will be no iron dust, so why be afraid of death! There are no cold-blooded people in the Duan family, everyone, look at whether Duan Shiyu's blood is cold or hot!"

Tang Yao stepped forward desperately to grab the knife - he couldn't let Duan Shiyu die. The hideous face pounced like a cheetah.

It doesn't matter, nothing is faster than a chill in the neck, and everything is coming to an end.

With a "dang" sound, Shi Yu only felt a hot pain in his wrist, and the dagger had already flown out of his hand. At the same time, a blue slammed into her. She couldn't see where the cheetah-like Tang Yao had gone, let alone the cold sword light. In the chaos, I felt that I was drifting and lost my autonomy.

In the midst of the whirlwind, she saw that Li Zhaolin's handsome eyebrows were showing concern and pity. The blade flashed through the air, and it was behind him. "Be careful!" she said in fear. His body trembled, but he finally protected her in his arms, and he didn't waver at all.

In an instant, the sword light intertwined into a dense web, stretching behind him. She heard Xie Jun and the wild shouts, and also heard the clanging of swordsmen and martial artists wiping their swords across the air. The cacophony of war songs had swallowed up all danger, seemingly isolating her from another world. Crimson clouds fluttered on her cheeks. Drooping eyelids, like shy flowers.

The two stumbled out of the rubble. Li Zhaolin staggered a few steps before leaning against the cloister under the courtyard wall. The shoulder blades on the back, the aqua blue coat have been mottled with blood.

"Are you hurt?" Shi Yu's heart trembled.

Li Zhaolin shook his head slightly, pressed the wound on her neck with a handkerchief, and said, "Once a beautiful girl does something stupid, it will make people feel distressed." It's a lot more painful than a flesh wound. ”

She shy away from the burning heat in his gaze even more shyly.

His index finger flicked her sharp and delicate chin, and he smiled chicly: "It's okay, Shiyu, don't give up on yourself." You see, none of the people around you have given up on you. ”

Shi Yu raised his eyes and looked around: the people of Tianyue Gate and the white-clothed holy envoys poured out of the ruins like locusts, and the warriors of various factions rushed up, swords contended, and hand-to-hand combat.

Tang Yao's body ignited a rolling wave of qi on the ground, and the people near him ejected away. Feng Yi took a step back, and Tang Yao's dark dart swished across her shoulder, and Feng Yi hurriedly dodged.

Cheng Yunhe saw that the situation was critical, and decisively made a move away from the dust sword technique, if Qingyun went straight up, he was blocked between the two: "Young lady, go quickly!" Leng Fengyi had just retreated to a safe place, and when he heard the bang, Cheng Yunhe's long sword trembled, shattered like powder. If you lose your weapon, you can only stop it with your body. Qin Shi hurriedly took out the knife, and the Heavenly Asking Knife flew out and slashed through the sky, but the knife ejected out against the air current, and was heavily inserted between the cracks between the stone slabs. Shen Yanfei and Qi Heng were even more involved one after another.

Seeing the crisis, all of a sudden, the sound of the piano flew, and the majestic momentum of the sound of the piano overshadowed the eagerness of the sword. It is a long river chant played by Chu Tao and Leng Fengyi. Under the strings, the air waves erupted, rolling like lava rushing for a while, completely disrupting the pace of Tang Yao and a white-clothed holy envoy!