The group sighed heavily, and Bai Qi was over.

Yang Yan seemed to feel that he had passed it. He and this junior brother were not a big hatred, but he just lost face...

If Bai Qi ran back, he would definitely be able to send a message, but his voice just now completely cut off the possibility of his escape. His face couldn't help but stiffen. Is this considered a cocoon?

Turning his head again, seeing Li Dian, the enemy who defeated him now looked at him, with disdain in his eyes.

When Li Dian saw him looking over, he snorted coldly: "What a villain does is what I despise!! Senior Sword Immortal is powerful in the Dao Sect and the world. I have long admired him, but I didn't expect that he would have an apprentice like you. It's a pity, it's a pity."

Yang Yan regretted it a little.

Just as everyone was thinking, two Quanrong giants had already chased after him.

The giant on the left looked at Meng Po, but couldn't help but be stunned. It was beautiful... It was so beautiful. Even though his face was a little stiff, it did not hide his figure, his skin color and temperament. He reached out and grabbed Meng Po.

Another giant roared and smashed the mace directly at Xia Ji, beating the disabled first.

Meng Po held an umbrella and showed just the right panic.

She took a half step back, not because of fear, but because... this is the stage for her husband.

Xia Ji took a step forward, and the ordinary sword in his palm slightly raised, as if to put it on his shoulder, he also pulled the mace that fell from the sky.

The Quanrong Giant on the right felt a terrifying force coming, and this force swung back with his mace, uncontrollable.

Bang!!

The mace directly swung his companion's face. In an instant, the giant's face was smashed flat by the stick, like a hedgehog, blood flowing like a turbulent...

This power has not yet been exhausted, and it has continued to move back.

The giant Quanrong was stunned and grabbed it tightly and did not let go. The next moment the mace hit the ground first, and he then threw himself on the mace.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

A bitter howl.

The Quanrong giant was also dead.

The young man's sword was not unsheathed, and it was such a simple action that could not even be attacked or defended. The two giants of Quanrong were like being possessed... and died, dying under their own weapons.

Everyone's minds suddenly turned blank in the distance.

This scene is simply magical because no one knows what happened.

In the spring rain.

Meng Po held an umbrella, stood at the entrance of the canyon, watching her man's blue shirt go away.

He was not walking fast, like an ordinary person walking into the rain.

There was no broken body energy, so the rain wet his hair and clothes.

Meng Po hurriedly ran over and handed the oil-paper umbrella to the swordsman.

Xia Ji pushed...

Then the two walked side by side.

People in the distance:...

Grass.

Do you want it?

At this time, I still show off my food.

"That woman will hold back!"

"Yes, although I don't understand what happened, this fellow Taoist Bai Qi seems to be not simple. I just bring this woman..."

Li Dian took the conversation with certainty: "Bai Qi, he is not simple."

"Mr. Nephew, what's going on?"

Li Dian hurriedly told the story of the battle seven days ago softly, and defeated him with one sword after another.

The old Taoist priest's eyes brighter and brighter the more he heard it, and there was a chance, so he hurriedly shouted: "Bai Qi, don't worry about this place, run quickly, go back and tell the sword fairy what happened here!"

The man was a little confused, so he waved his hand and six more Quanrong giants rushed out.

Then he slapped the seat, twisted his body and stood up, grabbed the bone-cutting knife, gently made a perfect hole in Fu Qiuyue's neck, and leaned over and drank it in big mouthfuls.

The Taoist nun closed her eyes tightly. She was lit with acupoints, unable to move or speak, and could only bear the humiliation helplessly, enduring the short and strong foreign enemy biting her neck and sucking blood.

As the blood poured in, Ren Tu's face became much rosy, and his whole body exuded a terrible momentum. Then he stepped into the rain and followed closely behind the six Quanrong giants.

Before the rain reached his body, it was shaken open.

In his eyes.

The swordsman and the girl stopped.

The girl held an umbrella, smiling and looking at her man with sweetness.

Xia Ji took a step forward and met six Quanrong giants.

Seven figures intertwined in an instant.

The thin swordsman was submerged.

After almost two or three breaths, five Quanrong giants hit each other again, and died tragically on the spot. Another giant was smarter and turned halfway and turned around and headed towards Meng Po.

The girl was still holding an umbrella, looking at the back that could always be assured, with him... she didn't have to do anything.

The heavy mace tore the rain and roared at the girl, showing no mercy at all. The giant Quanrong jumped high, with fear and hideousness remaining in his expression, as well as revengeful happiness.

Whoosh!!

Xia Ji raised his right hand, and a gray shadow shot out, directly passing through the temple of the Quanrong giant, and then penetrated from the other end, leading him to a turn in mid-idle, and was still a little far from the girl, causing mud and water to burst into pieces.

That's the scabbard.

He just swung his sword sheath.

Just killed one person.

He threw the sword sheath not because he needed to draw the sword, but because his beloved woman was threatened, and there was a slaughter in front of him.

The sword that was unsheathed was no longer bound.

Xia Ji walked forward with great strides, and the expression of Renshu turned cold. Obviously, he saw something from the sword swing, but he was still very conceited. He had already known the boy's identity during the conversations of everyone.

He is just a junior. He can even confront masters like Fu Qiuyue and Jiu Jianxian, let alone this young man?

Even if there are more adventures, so what?

He is getting faster and faster.

Xia Ji's speed is getting faster and faster.

The two came from three thousand meters away, faster than running, and were about to meet at the midpoint of three thousand meters.

The man smirked. When he was more than ten meters away, he suddenly lowered his body and stepped on the ground. His true energy surged out, and he flew out like a huge missile.

The bone-cutting knife has the strength but does not exert it.

The ancestor of Quanrong once plundered many foreign sects, including the Blood Evil Palace and the Blood Sword Sect. The directors of the Tiansurong family gave this skill to Renshu. Renshu practiced these two methods hard, and even went to the Western Yi demon land to merge the "blood demon" and became the real immortal slaughter. In the killing disaster, in accordance with the destiny of heaven, his strength and strength were up again, and he recovered from blood sucking, and he swallowed the blood of the strong, so Fu Qiuyue and Jiu Jianxian were not his opponents.

But he is a human slaughter, not a brainless person, so he swallowed Fu Qiuyue's blood first, improved his strength a little bit, and then he first claimed to be a kill. It seemed that he wanted to kill with one blow, but in fact it was more of a test.

Xia Ji lifted his sword.

With a gradual attitude, he used the hundreds of turns and thousands of Rou in Baiyun Sword Technique.

Swords greet each other.

Ren Tu felt that he had cut into the cotton with this knife. When he was stunned, the other party's sword actually climbed up along his bone-cutting knife and stabbed directly into his eyebrows.

His eyes turned into cockfighting, and he hurriedly stepped onto the ground, and his virgin true energy shot out from the soles of his feet, leading him backwards like a rocket.

In the air, he slapped the exquisite metal box behind his back with his left hand.

Feituo flashed down!! It was like a giant python running through the sky, biting the swordsman in the rain.

The young man's sword power was not exhausted yet, and he raised it again. This time, it seemed like an immortal raised his finger and blocked the python's mouth.

The expected heavy raid of criticism did not appear...

The flying tower fell into the sea like a stone sinking, like a piece of paper, and fell obediently in front of Xia Ji.

The young man suddenly stepped forward and stepped on Feituo. Feituo stopped moving and was welded to the ground. The man who was flying in the sky was grabbed and fell from the empty horizontal pendulum to the ground.

Bang!!!

He circled a curve and directly hit the mud pool, covered in mud and water, covered in dust.

The man slaughter turned over and had to pull Feituo back to the power, but Xia Ji stepped on it, Feituo didn't move at all.

He slowly moved his strength, his strength grew stronger and stronger, and his terrifying true energy was completely instilled in... He still couldn't pull it, only Feituo's iron chain was stretched straight.

Xia Ji looked at him calmly.

Bang!
To be continued...