Seeing the firelight and spells rushing towards him, Liu Qinghuan's figure flashed and floated into the air. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he pinched the word splitting sword trick in his hand, and the slender Qingying Sword seemed to suddenly become extremely thick, and the momentum of the sword like a rainbow quickly condensed, and slashed at the two people below!

Countless people who watched the excitement were shocked, the sword aura was majestic, and the scope of the shroud was huge, and many people avoided it.

And the two people in the center of the sword momentum turned even more pale, and the monk in the late stage of foundation building threw out a jade ruler and faced the Qingying Sword.

Hearing only a "click", the jade ruler broke into two under the sword light. The sword momentum did not stop, and it still slashed at the two of them.

But he saw that the monk in the middle of the foundation building fanned out a raging fire, and his body retreated sharply and took out a dark green bead, but when he saw that the situation was not good, he went straight to the gate of the stone hall and wanted to slip away.

"I want to run!" Liu Qinghuan sneered, and the broken golden lotus disappeared into the void with a flick of his hand, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the mid-foundation building monk.

"You actually control two spiritual weapons at the same time!" the mid-stage monk was shocked inexplicably. With a twist of his body, he dodged the front, and the fan in his hand flipped over, turning into five sharp black long claws, swinging towards the golden lotus with a whistling wind.

Unbeknownst to him, a golden lotus petal suddenly flew out of the heart of the flower, several thin golden needles suddenly flew out, bypassed the long claws, and rushed straight to his face.

A scream came, and the eyes of the people around him focused on the mid-stage monk, only to see that his eyes had been pierced by golden needles, and the terrible blood stains flowed all over his face, and he rolled on the ground twice before dying of anger.

The two early and middle foundation building monks did not survive a few rounds, and they all died under Liu Qinghuan.

"Second one!" exclaimed the late-stage monk on the other side.

Although Liu Qinghuan controlled the Broken Gang Golden Lotus to kill the mid-stage monk, the Qingying Sword was not affected, so the late-stage monk was still facing the huge sword momentum that broke through the sky.

The demonic qi on his body was rolling, and he quickly condensed into a black demon armor, pounced to the side, and rolled again before he dodged Liu Qinghuan's slash.

The splitting sword technique was extremely powerful, and it cut a deep sword mark several zhang long on the ground before stopping. Then the Blue Shadow Sword retracted its momentum and silently sank into the void.

"Fellow Daoist, slow down!" the late-stage monk shouted, flipping forward in embarrassment, barely dodging the Blue Shadow Sword that suddenly appeared from behind his head: "Daoist, if you have something to say, we really wanted to buy your beads just now, don't rob it!"

Liu Qinghuan summoned back the Broken Gang Golden Lotus, and the Qingying Sword also stopped in mid-air, and said lightly: "So, did I misunderstand?"

"Yes, yes. The man nodded again and again, with a flattering smile on his face: "Just now, my two brothers were young and ignorant, and they offended Daoyou. But now that they have been killed by you, I hope that Daoist friends can dissipate their anger. ”

Liu Qinghuan looked at him with the eyes of a fool, and he reached out to grab the storage rings of the two dead people: "Of course, in order to make amends to Daoyou, in addition to the storage rings of the two of them, I am willing to take out 20,000 spirit stones to apologize to you." ”

Liu Qinghuan has never met this kind of person, this is too bent and stretchable, right?

There was a wild laugh from the side, and someone shouted loudly: "Hahaha, Zhong Daqing, hunting geese all day long, I was pecked by geese today, and you also have a time to look away!"

"Hey, you don't know yet, right? This isn't the first time this guy has broken the bank every time he can't rob someone, and when he can't find it. ”

"Tsk, is there such a thing? But who let him have a Jindan ancestor behind him, not to give face to Lingshi, but also to Huangshan Ancestor face. ”

"You people who watch the excitement shut up for me!" Zhong Daqing's face was ashamed and annoyed, and he turned red: "If you quarrel again, you will cut off your tongues!"

As soon as he turned his head, he looked at Liu Qinghuan with a shy face: "Fellow Daoist, what do you think?"

Liu Qinghuan looked at him for several breaths before nodding.

The other party was overjoyed, and hurriedly took out a storage bag, counted 20,000 spirit stones, closed the two storage rings, and threw them to Liu Qinghuan.

Liu Qinghuan didn't look at it after taking it, and walked towards the gate of the stone hall.

A whisper came from behind him: "Do you know who this person is? He can manipulate two powerful spiritual weapons at the same time, and his distraction is so powerful, it can't be a nameless person, right?"

"I really don't know, what about you?"

The water ripples on the stone door were as soft as nothing, Liu Qinghuan stepped in, and suddenly heard a voice behind him: "Liu Qinghuan!"

Liu Qinghuan was startled, turned his head to look, and just saw an ice-blue sword light flying quickly over the floating island, and in the blink of an eye, he found that he was already on a small dirt slope, in the middle of the desolate mountains.

The voice......

Liu Qinghuan was in disbelief, almost thinking that he was hallucinating!

That is clearly Yun Zheng's voice!

That's right, that ice-blue sword light is so familiar, who is it if it's not Yun Zheng?!

But how could Yun Zheng appear in the Howling Wind Continent?

He was very excited, hoping that Yun Zheng would appear in front of him the next moment, but after waiting for a long time, no one teleported in.

It seems that the teleportation of the ruins of no return is in an uncertain location......

Liu Qinghuan was a little disappointed, but when he thought that Yun Zheng was very likely to enter the ruins of no return, he felt in high spirits and hoped that they would meet him soon.

He looked around, and saw that the weather here was so gloomy that it seemed like it would rain in the next moment, and a cold wind blew, and goosebumps instantly appeared.

The joy of seeing Yun Zheng was quickly blown away, and there were small whispers like weeping in the wind, and screams and wails came from a distant place like a dying struggle. Mixed with the sound of tragic tearing and killing, Liu Qinghuan seemed to see a battlefield full of blood, and countless people were dying tragically......

These voices have been haunting his ears, despair, pain, anger, hatred, confusion...... All kinds of dark emotions tore at him, as if they were about to tear him apart. Even if you close the five senses, you still can't stop them.

Liu Qinghuan roared again and again, and finally regained his senses, kneeling on the small dirt slope and gasping for breath.

There were still whispers in his ears, and he was covered in golden light, and he rose from the ground.

"Is this the wind of mourning?"

No return to the ruins, it is really dangerous!

A drizzle suddenly fell in the sky, Liu Qinghuan stretched out his hand, and found that the rain had the same color as blood, and every drop carried a trace of unwillingness and resentment.

The rain of blood became heavier and heavier, and soon pools of blood-like rain soon accumulated in the low-lying areas of the ground, which merged into small streams.

Liu Qinghuan's protective shield had all been dyed red, and the golden light shield of the Buddha Gate was fiercely competing with the dead qi that was entwined, quickly consuming his mana.

I was afraid that I would suffer if it continued like this, so he tried it, and the blood rain dripped directly on his clothes, as if it had been immersed in dissolved gold water, and it quickly rotted and shattered.

He didn't dare to hesitate any longer, so he ran to the nearest mountain, quickly dug a hole where he could stay, and hid in it.