The young man in white finally came to the front, only three steps away from Leng Yinghua. The splendor of the sword was scattered all around, but it was as cold as blood in this bitter battle. Leng Yinghua shouted angrily: "Konoha, why are you untrustworthy and hurt my disciples?"

With a cold laugh, the young man raised his hat slightly, and the face under the hat was handsome, calm, calm, but with the domineering spirit of a conqueror, and resolutely: "Brother Leng's memory is a little worse, and he doesn't know the old man?" Leng Yinghua stared at the eyes and wanted to take out the sword, but the hand that took out the sword was actually stiff in place.

"Konoha is too busy to take care of himself, otherwise, how can he sit down in peace when the pigeon shadows appeared on all sides just now? Brother Leng, don't come unharmed. Chu Tao narrowed his eyes, smiled like a crescent moon, and smiled charmingly.

"Someone!" Leng Yinghua let out a long shout, but none of the swordsmen stepped forward with their swords.

Because around the high platform, the white-robed Feather Sword Sect swordsmen had formed a circle in an instant, sealing the last dozen swordsmen within a radius of twenty steps, controlling the entire situation. The clamor on the periphery has gradually settled. Chu Tao seemed to fall from the sky, trapping the Qi family martial artists of Bilian Continent in a stalemate between internal and external attacks. Leng Yinghua's painstaking planning and arrangement for more than a month disappeared overnight. The loss of Bilian Island seems to be only inevitable. The sound of swords fell silent on all sides, and there was no sound except for the whip-like sound of the wind and the waves.

Leng Yinghua shouted: "Kill!" A sword light lifted the curtain of wind and dust, as if shooting out thousands of gravel arrows. In the blink of an eye, the sword lights around him jumped non-stop, and Chu Tao's figure seemed to have been surrounded by gravel arrows. He was alone. I could only hear the sound of the clanging sword, the sound of the rubble on the ground grazing against the dragon's sword, bursting out with terrible sparks. The swordsmen, who had come to their senses, pounced on him unceremoniously. However, the patches of sword light only stirred up the crushed stone flowers. Behind Chu Tao, the crystal sword flowers collided and staggered, shattering like a dream.

In an instant, he had gone straight to the top of the high platform and crossed hands with Leng Yinghua.

The long sword on Leng Yinghua's waist was about to come out, but unexpectedly, Chu Tao's hand was already covered in his drawn sword, and the intoxicating smile was not restrained at all: "Don't worry, Brother Leng - it's not the end, why bother?"

Leng Yinghua violently broke away from his blockade and drew his sword out: "If you want me to be caught, you can't do it!" A pair of thick eyebrows were as solemn as splashing ink, and the corners of his straight mouth contained the edge of the sword, "Chu Tao, you are too conceited! If I kill you on the spot at this moment, Bilian Zhou will be clean from now on!"

Chu Taoxiu raised his eyebrows slightly, and snapped his fingers behind him.

Qi Tianqiao's extraordinarily tall figure was pushed into the encirclement by the swordsmen of the Feather Sword Sect, and he laughed miserably: "Leng Zuo, I'm sorry, I didn't hold it in the end." "His sword is no longer in his own hand—the swordsman who has abandoned the sword has forsaken his dignity. Chu Tao will not kill him, he can leave a life, it is enough.

"Third Young Master!" Leng Yinghua was taken aback.

Chu Tao smiled brightly: "The third young master takes into account the overall situation, and he is very sensible. He told me just now that Qi Ye had promised to return Bilian Zhou, so in order to avoid conflicts between the two families, it was better to reconcile. ”

Qi Tianqiao nodded silently. The previous promise of shame was just an empty sentence at this moment.

"Chu Tao, you!" Leng Yinghua was almost mad. He didn't understand what kind of force made the bold Third Young Master suddenly forget the shame suffered by his brother, and agreed to Chu Tao's suggestion. However, Chu Tao's meeting with this person will not exceed the time of a stick of incense.