"I will first remove your limbs, torture you half to death, and then hand it over to Daoist Xuanguang. Xiao Gao smiled and walked towards Qing Yu.

Suddenly, a strong wind suddenly rolled up in the sky, and then a clear crane chirped, "Woo······"

Xiao Gao heard this familiar chirp, and hurriedly raised his head when he heard the mount of the Xuanguang Daoist he had been following for this time.

A figure fell in the air, and when the person was in mid-air, he sent out a sword qi and forced Xiao Gao to retreat.

The figure fell between Xiao Gao and Qing Yu who fell to the ground, wearing a white robe and a steady face, it was Qing Zhou.

"Friend, it's best to be nosy, so as not to get burned!" Xiao Gao's face was solemn, and his eyes were fixed on Cheng Yanjin, who was killed halfway. With the qi revealed by the other party, it is no less than himself, and he is also a congenital master.

"Provoke the fire, my True Martial Arts Sect has never been afraid of things, you still have to worry about yourself. "The white cranes in the sky shouted loudly.

"Yes, when the road is uneven, draw a sword to help, and the true martial arts sect is not afraid of things. Qing Zhou smiled bitterly.

When he saw these two people in the sky, Qing Zhou didn't want to meddle in his affairs, on the rivers and lakes, there were many things to fight and kill, although the Zhenwumen was decent, he didn't have the leisure to care about these things that couldn't say who was right and who was wrong, after all, he was mixed with the rivers and lakes, who didn't have a few lives on him, and he couldn't talk about who was more innocent than whom.

But when Qingling saw this matter, he had to take care of it, because the man in black was holding a mask in his hand, sneaky, smiling very evilly, and he was not a good person at first glance.

Qingling has never gone down the mountain, this is the first time he has gone down the mountain, and he is most interested in some chivalrous acts on the rivers and lakes, urging Qingzhou to help the young man who fell to the ground and bled out.

Xiao Gao looked at the Taoist robe worn by the person opposite, and his heart sank, knowing that today this is afraid that it is a little hanging, and the people of the Zhenwu Sect who appear in Yangcheng now, there is no need to guess, one hundred percent, they are here for Qing Yu.

However, it is impossible to make Xiao Gao give up catching Qingyu, and if he can't hand over Qingyu, he can only hand over his own life. Now Xiao Gao couldn't help but be a little annoyed by his previous cat and mouse behavior, if it weren't for this thought, the second sword qi would be able to make Qing Yu incapacitated, instead of just cutting a few wounds, and talking too much after landing, he didn't directly catch Qing Yu back.

To put it bluntly, although Xiao Gao dressed as a dead soldier and followed Xuan Guang, he was actually the son of a general under Zhenshan Jun. Reaching the congenital realm at a young age, Meng Zhenshanjun valued it and sent him to serve by Xuan Guang's side, on the surface it looks usually expressionless, the city is deep, but in fact, he is arrogant in his heart, otherwise he will not disobey Xuan Guang's order, and when he was monitoring Qing Yu, he ran to Song Ziqi to offer his affection, hoping to enter Song Ziqi's eyes.

As a result, something bad happened, and he was punished by Xuan Guang, and now he has offended Song Ziqi even more, and the bamboo basket is empty. Although the cause of the disaster is caused by himself, but a high-minded and arrogant person like Xiao Gao will not reflect on himself, but hate Qing Yu who made him do bad things.

"True Martial Arts Gate, True Martial Arts Gate······" Qing Yu, who fell to the ground, muttered the term he had just heard.

"I'm Qingyu. ”

"I'm Qingyu. Xu was afraid that others would not be able to hear what he said, so Qing Yu spoke very loudly for the second time.

"Okay, I've found little brother Qingyu. The clear spirit on the back of the white crane jumped with joy.

Uncle Xuanfeng thought that the two of them were cumbersome, so he left the two of them to find Qingyu alone. As a result, the two of them could find Qing Yu casually, and Qing Ling was really happy.

"Now, I have to be nosy. Qing Zhou put away a wry smile, he was careless just now, after a few moves, if this black-clothed innate master does not retreat, he will retreat, and it is a big deal to be said a few words by Senior Sister Qingling. Now, he's going to be serious.

"Then die. Xiao Gao threw away the mask in his hand, held the sword in both hands, and the sword qi was like a pillar, and he poured towards Qingzhou.

Xiao Gao was born in the general's family, and his sword, which is a little wider and longer than the sword used by ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, is a pure battlefield sword, thick and majestic.

Qingzhou's sword is also a bit thick, but not as obvious as Xiao Gao, which was specially created for cultivating the "Xuanwu Zhenhai Sword". Qingzhou has a calm temperament, and is most suitable for the "Xuanwu Zhenhai" way, this Xuanwu Zhenhai Sword, he began to cultivate in the acquired realm, concentrating on one.

Now used to fight the enemy, the "Xuanwu Zhenhai Sword" is at your fingertips, and a few unpretentious swords have reduced and eliminated Xiao Gao's sword qi, leaving the last trace of sword qi, which was also deflected and shot to the other side.

Xuanwu Zhenhai, Jingbo waves.

Qingzhou has obtained the essence of this four-elephant mastery.

Xiao Gao saw that his sword qi was dissolved lightly, and he still didn't believe it. A few more sword qi were issued, and it was still the same fate, so he held his sword and fought with Qing Zhou in close quarters.

However, really up close, Xiao Gao experienced the horror of the Xuanwu Zhenhai Sword. The whole body seemed to be in the water, slashing horizontally and vertically, and there was an invisible resistance blocking it, weakening the power of the attack, and even the true qi covered by the sword body was constantly being eliminated.

And whenever Qingzhou attacks, there is a suppressive momentum condensed on the sword, when the sword is swung, it is obviously a sword, but the face of Xiao Gao is like facing a mountain peak, pouring down, pressing on himself.

In just a few swords, Xiao Gao barely managed to block a few ordinary vertical slashes from Qingzhou, only to feel that the sword in his hand was about to fly out, his hands were numb, and a little blood beads oozed from his forearm due to excessive pressure.

One force will drop ten, and the ability Xiao Gao is good at this kind of routine, but he is pressed on himself.

is not an opponent at all, and if it continues like this, Xiao Gao may be slashed to death by a sword.

But if you go back empty-handed, you will also die. Xiao Gao never doubted Xuan Guang's ruthlessness, and he did bad things first, and if he killed himself, he would be Zhenshan Junna, and he couldn't be reasonable.

So, you can only fight.

Xiao Gao shouted angrily, his face was red, his blood was burning, and he began to fight hard.

The qi machine suddenly soared, and the battle sword in his hand was waved, and even the invisible aura of the Xuanwu Zhenhai Sword could no longer suppress him.

Holding the sword in both hands, holding it high above the top, it is also a sword to split Huashan and return to Qingzhou.

This time, Qing Zhou was reduced by one force, and the horizontal sword was against the blow of Xiao Gao's burning essence blood, and his body retreated again and again, sliding out two straight lines on the ground.

"Come again. There was another angry shout, Xiao Gao's face was red and about to drip blood, and the essence blood burned again.

Qing Zhou couldn't even retreat, and his body was pressed down to bend his knees.

"Ahh Qing Zhou shouted violently, and Xuanwu Zhenhai's aura, coupled with his own true qi and strength, opened Xiao Gao's battle sword to the side.

The battle sword was swung in the air, and the true qi on the sword turned into sword qi and swung out, chiseled into the ground, and chiseled out deep sword marks.

And the direction of the sword qi pointed to Qing Yu, who was lying on the ground, powerless to dodge.