Seeing that he was about to be caught up by the crowd, before Leng Xiao could think of a countermeasure, who expected that the group of people would suddenly retreat, but in an instant, the sky and the earth were clear, and only the rustling sound of the leaves was blown by the wind.

Leng Xiao didn't know what was going on, but he didn't think much about it, and the top priority was to rush to Lingque Valley as soon as possible. There is a defensive formation outside the valley, and it is not easy for the distracted monks to break through.

Looking up at the faintly twinkling stars in the sky, Qiao Zhiyi said slowly: "The Great Array of the Spirit Sword Hidden Front, you must not let him run away!"

"Yes!"

The dozen or so Sword Pavilion disciples immediately responded, this Spirit Sword Hidden Front Great Array, one person is the eye of the array, the more people who assist, the stronger the person who acts as the eye of the array, although the formation methods are different, the principle is also the same.

I saw that the dozen or so Sword Pavilion disciples were walking around Qiao Zhiyi in an instant, as if ghosts were flickering, and as if they were always standing in place, motionless.

It seems that none of these dozen people have ever revealed aura fluctuations, but the aura on Qiao Zhiyi's body is getting stronger and stronger, more than twice as strong as at the beginning.

Although the cultivation of these dozen or so monks is not high, they can't ask Qiao Zhiyi to reach Yuanying directly, but this is enough, his purpose is just to catch up with Leng Xiao!

I saw him roar in a low voice, and the majestic aura surging up all over his body poured out without pity like a big scoop of water, and his body suddenly turned into a white streamer, which was extremely eye-catching in the dark night.

After about a stick of incense, although Qiao Zhiyi didn't see Leng Xiao, he clearly felt the aura fluctuations coming from not far away, he suddenly roared, and his speed suddenly accelerated, even if he couldn't reach the speed of the Yuanying Monk, it was several times faster than the ordinary Jindan Monk!

"Leng Xiao, you have no way to escape, it's better to leave your life behind!" Qiao Zhiyi shouted.

Although he couldn't see Leng Xiao clearly with his eyesight, that aura fluctuation was real, at this moment, appearing here, who else could there be besides Leng Xiao?

He was already too far away from the Spirit Sword Hidden Blade Great Array, and the power of the blessings he had received from his body was dissipating at an extremely fast speed, and he roared again and again, as if he was in extreme pain, and his speed actually had a new breakthrough!

Leng Xiao heard the voice, his face was calm, and he responded lightly: "Brother Qiao, I'm afraid it's not a mistake? This seat is Mu Xun'an, what kind of Leng Xiao is!"

Although his tone was light, it fell on Qiao Zhiyi's ears with a touch of sarcasm. Qiao Zhiyi was not annoyed, but felt happy, and laughed loudly: "Okay, Brother Mu! Qiao Mou doesn't matter if you are Leng Xiao or Mu Xun'an, today you scum of the Southern Regions will inevitably die!"

When he said the last word, Qiao Zhiyi dragged out a long note, and the long whistle broke through the sky, shocking the heavens and the earth, and it was a faint sound echoing above the empty wilderness.

Leng Xiao couldn't help but be slightly moved, and when he glanced back, he saw that Qiao Zhiyi was coming at a rapid pace at this moment, and that speed was not weaker than that of some monks who had just entered the Yuan Infant!

"Brother Mu, why are you so anxious to leave, come and eat Qiao's sword!"

Qiao Zhiyi snorted, but in a few breaths, his figure was already approaching, and he suddenly pulled out a long sword from behind his back and slashed at Leng Xiao!

That long sword exuded a bright light, and it was actually a five-grade spiritual treasure! According to legend, the Sword Pavilion not only had unique swordsmanship, but was also good at refining weapons, and it seemed that what he said was true.

Before the long sword fell, the fierce sword aura came like a storm crashing on the shore, and it already made his long hair fly up. A wisp of delicate fragrance came from the tip of his nose, and even the long white hair swayed wildly with the sword wind.

Leng Xiao stopped in an instant, his body suddenly turned, and his body fell to the left, and the long sword slid against his chest.

He fell unabated, and suddenly raised his hand and flicked a finger out of the sword, causing the long sword to tremble violently, and let out a soft groan.

Leng Xiao retreated a little bit along this force, his steps were psychedelic, and he drew out the phantom of the Dao, which was taken from the footwork of Elder Liao Mian of the Blue Scar Sect, although it was just a matter of speculation, but it was also much faster than his own speed, shuttling between the blades of grass, not even making the blades of grass move the slightest, without a trace of breeze.

Qiao Zhiyi was dodged by Leng Xiao's sword, and his expression did not change much, originally his sword was just to stop Leng Xiao, but now his purpose has been achieved!

A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and when that smile appeared, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but shed a trace of blood, and under this cold moonlight, it looked extremely dark, even darker than this night.

The aura on his body had already fallen to an ordinary level, and the blessing power of the Spirit Sword Hidden Blade Great Array had disappeared. This mouthful of blood was not Leng Xiao who injured him, but it was the shock of his internal organs when he continued to speed up.

Seeing Leng Xiao running away again, Qiao Zhiyi's long sword drew an arc, lightly unloading the power of the shock, and without pausing at all, he pursued Leng Xiao.

There was only a few feet between the two, and as soon as the long sword was raised, the sword qi could touch each other, and Qiao Zhiyi did just that!

But on the long sword, the silver light suddenly flashed, and a fierce sword qi suddenly roared towards Leng Xiao.

Leng Xiao's thoughts flashed, but his body reaction couldn't keep up with the thinking speed of his brain, seeing that the sword qi was about to cross his shoulder, Leng Xiao's hair suddenly rose, at this moment he was carrying Bai Tong's body, if the sword qi fell, it would definitely hurt Bai Tong!

With an instinctive reaction, he turned around in an instant, and the aura in his body had already exploded to the extreme!

That sword qi suddenly fell on his chest, and he had time to raise his hand and flick his fingers, shaking the sword qi away a little, but the remaining power still hit his chest!

Leng Xiao was suddenly knocked out, flying several feet away, and fell down with a bang, pressing Bai Tong's body under him.

He bounced up from the ground almost reflexively, like a koi on the shore, and stood up in an instant, not caring about the pain at all.

The strip of cloth that bound Bai Tong's body had already been shredded just now, Bai Tong was still lying there, Leng Xiao didn't have time to help, but he saw that Qiao Zhiyi was already approaching!

Leng Xiao raised his hand and pointed out a finger, and a vicissitudes of power was instantly condensed between his fingers, but this power had just been condensed, and it was dispersed by Leng Xiao, and then he drew a white light and shadow, and Qiao Zhiyi slashed a sword.

Qiao Zhiyi took half a step back, Leng Xiao retreated five steps in a row, and almost fell to the ground, a hideous blood hole in his chest, and blood was gushing out!

He couldn't help but raise his hand and pressed it, sealing the wound with aura and stopping the bleeding.

A hint of surprise flashed in Qiao Zhiyi's eyes: "Hidden Sword Intent?"

He said softly, but his eyes were a lot gloomy: "My Sword Pavilion is a peerless scholar, how can a thief like you covet it?"

Leng Xiao smiled indifferently: "Junior, you are not qualified enough to speak like this in front of this seat." ”

At this time, a trace of doubt flashed in Qiao Zhiyi's eyes, and his body trembled subconsciously, as if he remembered the momentum of Mu Xun'an's dominance before, that is, Mu Xunli had to blow up his body and escape.

However, it was only an instant, he came back to his senses, his face was gloomy, with a touch of jealousy, and said coldly: "I can't imagine that Qiao Mou casually said nonsense, but he really asked me to guess correctly?"

When his words fell, it was Leng Xiao's turn to be funny in his heart, and he never thought that he would really deceive Qiao Zhiyi so easily. It is no secret that he showed the hidden sword intent in the barbarian domain, and the reason why he called himself Mu Xun'an was just to be sarcastic.

Unexpectedly, although this Qiao Zhiyi was well-informed, he didn't know this well-known but unimportant news.

"Junior, it stands to reason that you should still call Uncle Shi!" Leng Xiao had no expression on his face, and his voice was very soft, but it gave people a mysterious and unpredictable feeling.

Qiao Zhiyi licked his lips and licked off the traces of blood at the corners of his mouth.

He chuckled: "Uncle Shi, don't blame your nephew for being ruthless, you are causing trouble to the Southern Regions, mutilating your siblings, your nephew...... I have to get rid of the harm for the people!"

Hearing that Qiao Zhiyi really called "Uncle Shi" under an excuse, Leng Xiao couldn't help but laugh twice.

He laughs without intention, but listeners with intention. This laughter fell on Qiao Zhiyi's ears, showing a strange color, which made him feel cold in his heart. He couldn't help but snort: "Uncle Shi, no matter how powerful you used to be, now you are just a mere Jindan cultivator!"

"The nephew is not talented, looking at the momentum, it is precisely to suppress the uncle, the uncle...... Accept your fate!"

Qiao Zhiyi suddenly raised his sword and stabbed at Leng Xiao, but Leng Xiao suddenly caught it with two fingers. Leng Xiao's face was slightly hideous, and the green tendons on the back of his hands and forehead flared up.

Both of them were surging with aura, Qiao Zhiyi let out a low snort, held the sword in his right hand, and gently pressed the palm of his left hand on the side of his right hand, pushing forward hard.

Leng Xiao's body sank slightly, but he still couldn't resist this strong force. After being pushed away for a few feet, Leng Xiao's center of gravity suddenly lifted, and his right hand flicked to the left, and Qiao Zhiyi fell down by inertia.

Leng Xiao then slapped his right hand softly towards Qiao Zhiyi's wrist, Qiao Zhiyi's reaction was also extremely fast, and he quickly raised his long sword to block, and Leng Xiao's palm slapped on the sword grid.

The two looked at each other, each panting. The aura in Leng Xiao's chest that suppressed the injury was shaken away, and the blood flowed out again, and the breeze blew through the wound, causing a touch of coolness to rise above the wound, and then a sharp stinging sensation swept in.

Leng Xiao raised his hand calmly, and applied another aura to his chest, stopping the bleeding, and gently shaking his head at Qiao Zhiyi: "Accept fate?

Qiao Zhiyi's long sword was slapped by Leng Xiao, and he almost came out of his hand, and his heart was furious, and he barely held it, and his wrist was slightly sore.

The self-confidence in his heart has faded a lot, and there is already a sense of weakness, the more weak his heart is, the tougher he is on the surface, he seems to raise his long sword at will, and laughed: "The so-called life, Uncle Shi can't escape death today, this is life!"

Leng Xiao sighed softly: "It's a pity, this seat doesn't believe in fate." ”