"I don't!"

When the nun saw the eyes of the man holding the red whip, she immediately knew that something was wrong, and immediately struggled hard.

"Struggling?"

Guo Xiu sneered, and the red whip in his hand was whipped towards the female cultivator's body again, and the back that was already bloody and fleshy suddenly lost a good place.

The female cultivator's terrible cry resounded in everyone's ears, and the masters of Qinghe Realm seemed to be accustomed to it, and the masters of Qinglan Realm around them glanced at each other, their eyes were blazing, but because of the power of the masters of Qinghe Realm, no one dared to step forward to persuade them.

When the nun saw this, it was as if the last light had been blocked, and her heart was full of despair, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

Is this fate?

Suddenly, the entire sky was covered with a series of violent frosts, and then it seemed that snowflakes continued to fall, and the temperature between heaven and earth plummeted.

What's going on?

The masters of Qinghe Realm were all shocked when they faced this scene.

A master of the Qinghe Realm raised his head and saw a huge ice dragon carrying a figure rushing towards him, and he couldn't help but roar: "Who are you?"

The cold ice Jiao's body was stunned, and in less than a few breaths, hundreds of iron-blooded floating slaughter also rushed over, and they directly surrounded the entrance of the cave.

Seeing the arrival of the Iron Blood Floating Massacre, there was a sudden silence and silence around him.

Guo Xiu suppressed the panic in his heart and asked, "Who are you?"

Wen Qingye's eyes glanced at the corpse in the corner, and then looked at Guo Xiu, who was holding a red whip.

"Kill, don't leave a single one!"

As Wen Qingye's cold voice sounded, hundreds of iron-blooded floating slaughter around him rushed directly towards the masters of the Qinghe Realm.

Bang!

When hundreds of iron-blooded floating slaughterers saw this scene, they couldn't bear it anymore for a long time, and they bravely killed them one by one.

When the captured Qinglan Realm masters saw it, they retreated into the distance, and the iron-blooded Futu people were like a red wave, rushing towards the masters of the Qinghe Realm in front of them.

Where are these masters of the Qinghe Realm who are the opponents of these iron-blooded floating slaughter, and the people who were killed suddenly turned on their backs, and the dozens of masters of the Qinghe Realm were suddenly reduced by half.

"Enemy attack!"

Seeing that the master of Qinghe Realm was not an opponent, he began to shout, as if he wanted to attract the master in the cave.

Guo Xiu saw the one-sided Gu Shi, and he also knew that these people who suddenly killed were not simple, he keenly saw Wen Qingye, judging from the fluctuations on Wen Qingye's body, this person's cultivation did not seem to be high.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, Guo Xiu naturally knows this truth.

"Die!"

Thinking of this, he stepped on his footsteps and rushed towards Wen Qingye, who was standing on the back of the dragon.

Wen Qingye looked at Guo Xiu who was yelling, and there was no change in his eyes, and at the moment when Guo Xiu was about to rush to Wen Qingye, the Ice Jiaolong opened its huge mouth, and suddenly Guo Xiu felt that his whole body was stiff, and he was directly frozen into a huge ice block by the ice stream.

Tong!

Guo Xiu's frozen body fell directly to the ground, smashing the ground and cracking.

"Ice Dragon!"

A master of the Qinglan Realm seemed to think of something when he saw Han Bingjiao, and then said in shock: "This is our Qinglan Realm Realm Master."

The mount of the Ice Jiaolong has almost become a symbol of Wen Qingye.

"Great, our master of Qinglan Realm is here"

"The master of the Qingqing Orchid Realm? really?"

The captured Qinglan Realm master Gu was bright, as if he saw hope, and all his eyes were cast on Wen Qingye, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten a little.

No one knows that during this time, they endured inhuman torture and suffering.

The female cultivator seemed to feel like she was living in a dream, her eyes looked at Wen Qingye on the back of the cold ice Jiao without blinking, and the fear in her heart was drowned out by an inexplicable joy.

Their Lord of the Qinglan Realm has come to save them.

The nun's eyes were blurry, and she could only see the figure standing in the wind, and she knew that she would never forget this figure for the rest of her life.

The iron-blooded Futu quickly eliminated the opponent, and the masters of the Qinghe Realm died tragically, and some of them even had no corpses left, which shows the resentment of these Qinglan Realm masters.

Suddenly, Wen Qingye frowned, and said to the Qinglan Realm masters who had been captured: "You guys retreat first"

When everyone heard Wen Qingye's words, they retreated into the distance one after another.

At this moment, a violent and boundless air flow emerged in the dark cave entrance, and then a violent wind was set off, and from the end of the wind, a young man fell.

This young man looked a little feminine and had a slender figure, and when he came out of the cave and saw that all the masters of the Qinghe Realm had been killed, his face suddenly changed.

"Who are you? people who dare to kill me in Qinghe Realm, don't you want to live?"

Wen Qingye looked at the person in front of him, and said secretly in his heart: Looking at the bone age, this person should be Tong Jiulong, the realm master of Qinghe Realm, and his father Tong Bazhi is the realm master of the previous generation of Qinghe Realm, ten years ago, he cultivated to a first-grade heavenly immortal, gave Qinghe Realm to his genius son, and then lived in seclusion in Qinghe City.

Tong Jiulong was suddenly startled when he saw the Ice Jiaolong, and pointed at Wen Qingye and said, "Are you Wen Qingye?"

Wen Qingye smiled and said, "I am Wen Qingye"

Tong Jiulong was shocked when he heard Wen Qingye say this, why did Wen Qingye come here?

Tong Jiulong looked at Wen Qingye coldly and asked, "Wen Qingye, why did you kill my subordinates for no reason?"

Wen Qingye raised his face and laughed, and said, "Tong Jiulong, why did I kill your subordinates, I think you should know very well, we are all people who understand, so don't pretend to be confused."

As soon as Wen Qingye's words fell, the earth suddenly shook, and the hundreds of iron-blooded floating slaughter that he saw directly besieged Tong Jiulong and other Qinghe Realm masters.

Seeing this, Tong Jiulong's face suddenly sank, and said: "Wen Qingye, do you want to start a war with my Qinghe Realm? With the strength of your Qinglan Realm, believe it or not, I can annihilate all your Qianhua Night Army in a month, don't you know what to do, if you leave now, I have the right to do nothing to happen."

Tong Jiulong's words were extremely confident, and the masters of Qinghe Realm behind him also raised their necks one by one, with a hint of arrogance in their expressions.

Although there is very little communication with the Qinglan Realm, their Qinghe Realm masters ask themselves, it is still very easy to win the weakest of the three realms of Qinglan Realm, Jiubei Realm, and Yijing Realm.

"Really?"

Wen Qingye smiled indifferently, looked at the surrounding iron-blooded floating slaughter, and said with a smile: "They said that our Qinglan Realm masters are poor, are you telling me that is true?"

"Kill!"

Hundreds of iron-blooded floating slaughter tools sneered, then raised the spear in his hand and shouted, and rushed directly towards Tong Jiulong and the others in front.