Cheng Gang shook his right hand, and the chain hanging on the ground retracted into his sleeve. Zhou Buping did not take advantage of the situation to pursue. The two of them looked at each other deeply, and there was a look of jealousy on their faces.

Zhou Buping's right palm slowly retracted, clenched his fist and hung down, and said, "The old man has a piece of advice." ”

"Senior, please speak. ”

"On the way of cultivation, if there is a time of courage and perseverance, you should take advantage of the situation, temper your heart, and condense the results of the Dao. If you turn around and pursue external things, you are abandoning your roots and squandering a God-given opportunity. It is necessary to know that the flowers have a re-blooming day, and no one is young. Young man, don't you want to go further?"

Cheng Gang was noncommittal, and said, "What do the predecessors want to do?"

"Turn around and go back. ”

Cheng Gang said lightly: "Then, I have to disappoint my seniors......

Zhan Lu sword, dazzling brilliance, fierce flames.

If the summer sun is in full bloom, ten thousand golden scales will bloom.

Xiang Fengchao's soft sword and Lu Yuqing's cold iron sword were all covered by the boundless golden glow, blocking left and right, and the continuous sound of sword blade collision was like rain hitting the lotus leaf, and the heavy metal sound was dull and made people feel sick to listen.

Xiao Meng's eyes were almost unable to see, and they could only rely on the flickering thunder in the golden world in front of them, as well as the sharp stabbing sound of the sharp blade breaking through the air, to barely parry the attack of the scar man.

Both of them are first-class masters, but they are also forced to be stretched thin and embarrassed in this dilemma. Fortunately, the cultivation of the two of them is really extraordinary, even under the scarred man's stormy round of attacks, they are not really injured.

It's just that the experience of passing by with the Zhan Lu sword several times, and feeling the chill on the first sword blade of the Spring and Autumn Period, is enough to make people's scalps tingle and startle goosebumps.

Xiao Meng Wei and Lu Yuqing were both suppressed and angry.

With the skills of the two of them, the swordsmanship cultivation of either one of them was above this scarred man, but at this moment, he was intimidated by the sword aura of Zhan Lu Jian, and even the parry looked embarrassed. This is very unbearable for the arrogant two.

Two to one, often after resisting more than ten swords from the scar man, the two of them had the opportunity to fight back one or two swords, but they had no power and were easily dodged by the scar man.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Xiao Meng suddenly slipped on one foot without a sound and fell sideways.

The rain curtain was dark, the temple was overgrown with weeds, and Xiao Meng tasted this, as if there was no one person all of a sudden.

A large area of dazzling golden sword qi swept towards the place where Xiao Meng Wei fell like a whirlwind, but only a piece of broken grass was rolled up, and it failed to touch the corners of Xiao Meng Wei's clothes.

Xiao Meng Wei rolled away, and it was eight feet in one roll, smashing two old tables, and getting out of the range of the golden sword qi. He then stood up, reached into his bosom with his left hand, and quickly pulled out a jade-colored porcelain vase.

The enemy is so powerful that he can't afford to hesitate any longer, and he wants to use the magic weapon that he has never been willing to use.

The man with the scar caught a glimpse of his movements, and left Lu Yuqing to catch up.

Xiao Meng's wealth behind him, he has also heard of this kind of recklessness, of course, he will not give him a chance to use his magic weapon.

I saw the golden light shining, a cold fierce sword, like a wandering spirit snake, before the person arrived, the sword had arrived, carrying a whirring wind, like a light net aimed at Xiao Meng as the top cover.

Xiao Meng raised his sword to parry, and continued to retreat, slowing down his momentum in order to exert his magical powers.

But he didn't notice the corpse of the night owl behind him. In the fierce battle, the entire small temple was shrouded in brilliant golden light, and he could not see, only remembering the general layout of the temple buildings, but he did not have time to count the corpse of the night owl into it.

A person retreats backwards, focusing on other places, and if he suddenly steps on a bunch of soft things under his feet, there is probably no better choice than to resign himself to falling down.

Xiao Meng Wei is a first-class master, his body just stumbled a little, and he actually stabilized his figure. However, at this time, the Zhan Lu sword of the scarred man also slashed down with a terrible wind.

Xiao Meng's posture of parrying was very reluctant.

With a flash of golden light, the soft sword twisted incomparably with momentum, almost bending into a right angle. Naturally, the soft sword of this shape could no longer play the role of parrying, and the Zhan Lu sword slashed down, shaved off Xiao Mengwei's left ear, and then pressed against his face, embedding it in the shoulder of his left arm like a bamboo.

Bloodsplatter.

Xiao Meng screamed and fell backwards, and the porcelain vase in his hand rolled weakly to the ground.

The man with the scar heard the wind behind his head, and he had to turn back to meet the attack before he could make up for another sword.

For Lu Yuqing, this is also the only time when he can see the figure of the man with a scar. Because his perspective at the moment is the same as that of the man with scars. He watched Xiao Meng taste fall with his own eyes, but he didn't feel much in his heart, just for his own life, he had to use his own kung fu to press the bottom of the box.

The sneak attack was naturally blocked by the scarred man's Zhan Luge. Lu Yuqing saw the gloomy smile on the scarred man's face, and the corners of his lips were slightly curled.

His right hand vigorously resisted Zhan Lu's edge, and at the same time, with a flick of his left arm, a silver light shone out from his cuffs, causing the scarred man's smile to freeze on his face in an instant.

Hidden Blade!

The two-finger-wide, eight-inch-long, sharp, double-edged Hidden Blade rushed to the scarred man's throat like a shuttle.

No one can describe the speed of this sword. Because at this moment, the sword qi reflected the brilliance of Zhan Lu, and there was only a flash of light, and no one could open their eyes at all.

The jade cold smoke on the beam of the house didn't see how this sword was shot.

"Click!"

"Boom!"

Two muffled sounds, almost at the same moment.

The silver light flashed and disappeared.

Convergence of light, form of collection.

The bloody battle is over.

A fountain of blood stained the bodies of the two of them red, and then the two slowly separated, and one of them slowly fell.

It was Ma Li, a man with a scar, who fell.

Lu Yuqing was not having a good time. Because at the same time as his Hidden Blade shot, the scarred man also shot a dagger in his left hand, which was stabbing him in the lower abdomen. Fortunately, the Hidden Blade hit first, and the Scar Man was already weak when he threw the dagger, so he didn't hit the vital point.

This is an unexpected surprise and an unexpected joy.

Lu Yuqing gritted his teeth, clicked on several acupoints in his lower abdomen, pulled out the dagger, and tied his belt a little tighter. Then, he slowly paced to the corpse of the night owl, and without looking at Xiao Mengwei, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, he picked up the corpse of the night owl with a sword and began to search for the spoils of war.

The dead man with the scar couldn't bare at it, his eyes were wide open, his gray eyes staring at the roof, and there seemed to be a look of disbelief on his face.

The place where he stared was the hiding place of Yu Hanyan.

Yu Hanyan saw that these two people had a hidden blade and a dagger in his left hand, and his heart was also slightly chilled.