The accident happened between the lightning and flint, Liu Qinghuan and Liang Jing'an were not far away, and they were caught off guard and saw that the other party's sword had been slashed in front of them, and it was impossible to hide again, so they could only lean back when they couldn't do anything, and at the same time slapped out with one palm!

The sharp sword qi swept past his face, and Liu Qinghuan's body immediately saw blood on one side, and at the same time, Liang Jing'an was no better.

Although his palm didn't use all his strength, it also had seven or eight points of strength, plus Liang Jing'an was out of mind at this time, and he didn't know how to hide, so he was slapped squarely, took a few steps back, and slammed into the cave wall. With a bang, the sword in his hand rolled to the ground, and the hand holding the sword drooped weakly.

Everything found at the door didn't attract much attention in the stone room, because there was already a mess inside, and everyone was red-eyed and killed.

Liu Qinghuan quickly clicked on his body a few times, and after eating two more pills, he heard Liang Jing'an yelling, and he was struggling to get up and fight again.

Liu Qinghuan leaped forward, and without waiting for the other party's hand to climb up, he sealed several of the opponent's big holes, and after he couldn't move anymore, he spewed out several mouthfuls of green qi on his face.

Liang Jing'an's frantic and scattered eyes finally cleared up for two points, and he stared blankly ahead for a moment, the light in his eyes reunited, and shame and fear appeared on his face.

Liu Qinghuan let go of the hand that held him: "Awake?"

"Brother Liu!" Liang Jing'an snorted, even more ashamed: "I ......"

"Alright, I know. Liu Qinghuan pulled him up: "My palm is not light, you determine the injury first." ”

Seeing that Liang Jing'an took the pill by himself, Liu Qinghuan took his eyes away from him and looked inside the door.

In the midst of all kinds of spiritual light, the fierce battle in the stone room has reached a fever pitch, one otherworldly monk has died, his body is soaked in a pool of blood, and there are three people in the melee, Song Jing Zhenren, the female cultivator, and another otherworldly monk, each of whom has almost been stained red with blood, completely desperate regardless of it.

Liu Qinghuan looked away, but he didn't find the figure of the horse-faced male cultivator, and he couldn't help but be vigilant.

Liang Jing'an finally calmed down his turbulent qi and blood a little, stood by the door and looked inside, and said with a solemn face: "Songjing Daoyou seems to be seriously injured. ”

Liu Qinghuan stepped into the door of the stone room and said, "Well, we have to find a way to pull him out of the battle circle." ”

"How to pull?" Liang Jing'an was puzzled: "They are fighting so fiercely, we are afraid that we will immediately attract an attack, and it is easier to hurt people under the random arrows." ”

If you want to cut into a fierce battle halfway, and the opponent is still confused, if you don't have much stronger strength than the opponent, you will be drawn into it.

As he spoke, he saw that Liu Qinghuan had already rushed out, and his body flashed one by one with flying spells, and he quickly approached the female cultivator closest to the door, grabbed the other party's collar like electricity, lifted it and threw it out!

The nun flew backwards, crashing into several tables along the way, until she hit the bookshelf against the wall before stopping.

With an angry roar, another otherworldly monk who was fighting against the female cultivator saw that someone had suddenly broken into the battle, and without saying a word, he pounced, and as soon as he made a move, he was screaming a ghostly roar.

Liu Qinghuan's body turned sharply, dodging this murderous black light, the Jingwei sword slashed in the air, swinging away the wooden sword that Song Jing had slashed at, and took a few steps to the back of the male cultivator, and pointed out.

This person was neither Song Jing, who was also a monk of Yunmengze with him, nor a female cultivator who still had a role, so Liu Qinghuan did not show mercy to his subordinates, and Qiankun pointed out that a blood hole in his heart was instantly opened.

The male cultivator was led forward by the great force, staggered a few more steps, and finally fell to the ground, his whole body was like a leak, and the black gas was like a leak, condensing into a floating and uncertain primordial spirit.

Yuan Shen held Jin Dan in his arms, his mind finally sobered up, he glanced at his corpse in horror, looked at Liu Qinghuan resentfully, and fled with a scream.

Liu Qinghuan didn't have time to care about him anymore, because Song Jing's sword had arrived again, and this time the momentum was even greater, and the room was full of the sound of pine waves and the wind.

The body of the Jingwei sword was flat, and the blue and purple sword was flourishing, and it slashed out head-on without any fancy.

The two swords slammed into each other in mid-air, and the sword qi erupted like a torrent, sweeping in all directions. However, the stone platforms in the stone chamber were as solid as a rock, and only the light shield on the stone platform closest to the two of them flashed and shattered with a thud, revealing the glittering aqua blue orb inside.

Liu Qinghuan used the most powerful Huizi trick in the eight-character sword technique, and with one sword, the wooden sword flew upside down, and a gap was suddenly cut out on it, and Song Jing was also counterattacked, and the qi and blood surged and squirted two mouthfuls of blood, and the figure flew out upside down.

Liu Qinghuan followed closely, and before he could land, he moved behind him, grabbed his shoulders steadily, and connected the dots in his hands.

At this time, I heard Liang Jing'an's roar behind me: "I want to take the opportunity to pick up the leak, no way!"

Liu Qinghuan grabbed Song Jing with one hand, looked back, and saw Liang Jing'an fan with a banana fan, and the horse-faced male cultivator who had never been seen turned over from the stone platform where the light mask was broken, and flashed a few feet away.

Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes, and saw that the other party also looked over, and between the two and two, the other party's eyes were clear, with scrutiny and scrutiny.

The scene froze for a few breaths, and the horse-faced male cultivator suddenly laughed, and arched his hand: "A few Taoist friends are polite!"

Liang Jing'an glared angrily: "Whoever is polite to you, get out of the way!"

The horse-faced male cultivator didn't care at all, and said: "If everyone can gather here, it can be regarded as a fate to meet each other in the mountains and rivers, so why bother to see each other so much." ”

His gaze swept around the huge stone room: "Besides, there are so many things here, everyone is kind, why bother fighting for one or two pieces and then bleeding." ”

Liang Jingan sneered: "Then it also depends on whether you have the ability to participate in the treasure sharing." ”

At this moment, there was a groan in the corner of the wall, but it was from the female cultivator who had been forgotten by everyone. The horse-faced male cultivator stepped back on guard until he reached the corner, crouching down to check on his injuries.

Liu Qinghuan turned his head and saw that although Song Jing, who was restrained by him, couldn't move, he was staring at the exposed water blue orb without blinking, his eyes were full of longing and greed.

Liu Qinghuan repeated his old tricks, and a few mouthfuls of green qi sprayed on his face, recalling his senses.

Handing him over to Liang Jing'an, Liu Qinghuan no longer cared about the others, but walked to the stone platform, picked up the jewel as big as a human head, and fell into contemplation in a warm aura like a blue ocean.

"Michitomo Aoki. A low call came from behind him, and he turned his head, but it was a little relieved of the injury, and he stepped down with gratitude: "Thank you Daoyou for coming to the rescue, otherwise my old life will be broken here today." ”

Liu Qinghuan nodded: "Daoist friends don't have to be polite. ”

The two exchanged a few more polite words, and Liang Jing'an interjected, and said with a hint of excitement in his tone that could not be concealed: "Brother Liu, I'm afraid this is a treasure trove! What will we do next? And ......?"

He shook his head to the other side: "There are two more people over there, what should I do?"

The horse-faced male cultivator obviously heard this completely undisguised words, and stood up vigilantly and looked at the three of them here.

The female cultivator stood leaning on a stone platform, her face was as white as paper, obviously not lightly injured, and the gaze that fell on Liu Qinghuan was cold and cold, and she suppressed resentment.

Liu Qinghuan turned his head expressionlessly, looked at the water blue orb in his hand again, and did not put it away, but put it back on the stone platform.

This behavior was beyond everyone's expectations, after all, the people present, the two otherworldly monks were now afraid of the number and strength of the three opposites, and there was no doubt about Bentie, while Song Jing and Liang Jing'an had no objection to Liu Qinghuan taking the orb, and they didn't understand what he meant by this move.

Liang Jing'an said suspiciously: "Brother Liu?"

Liu Qinghuan touched the place where Qingming Jingxin fell from, put away the Jingwei sword, and said solemnly: "Everyone, have you never suspected that everything here is an illusion?"

"W-what!" Liang Jing'an was shocked, while the others' faces changed.

"Abandoned ruins, strange monsters, and so many ownerless treasures that can make people's hearts lose their minds, and your sudden loss of mind. Liu Qinghuan turned around and walked towards the door, looking unconcerned: "I'm not so confident, I believe that all this is true." ”

Loose and quiet's face showed a sense of struggle, and his eyes swept over the many stone platforms and shelves against the wall, obviously unwilling to believe that this god-given good fortune was fake: "But, but, what if all this is true?"

On the other side, the horse-faced male cultivator looked at Liu Qinghuan thoughtfully.

Liu Qinghuan walked straight to the door, and at this time there was footsteps behind him, but it was Liang Jingan who followed.

The other party smiled at him: "Brother Liu, I believe you." ”

Liu Qinghuan felt a warmth in his heart, but he raised his eyebrows: "Even if I'm going to find a way out of here?"

Liang Jing'an's face was full trust after long-term coexistence: "Hey, I just know that it is right to follow you." ”

"Maybe I'm wrong, this isn't an illusion, you're missing out on a lot of treasures. ”

"I'm not such a shallow-eyed person!"

There were three other people in this stone room who had not moved, and Song Jing's face was even darker.

While speaking, the two of them had already walked to the door, and at this time, they saw that the door opening, which had been wide open, suddenly twisted and turned into the same stone wall as the surrounding one, tightly fitting, without any difference!

The exclamation came from behind, Liu Qinghuan's face changed, his eyes suddenly darkened, and his feet were empty!