In the harsh sound, the chain was torn off by the two of them. The man stumbled back and turned back twice, like a shameful clown.

"Oh..."

Although Xia Ji's body could not speak, he could make a soft laugh.

This laugh...

It is to announce to the Fourth Field:

You are too weak.

All the Taoist priests, Fu Qiuyue, and the wine sword immortal saw this scene.

A blank brain...

no.

There are many people in the world who pretend to be a pig and eat tigers. Everyone knows how to hide a few trump cards and endure a few rumors. However, this young man is born in a clean and innocent way and is a disciple of the Sword Immortal. He is a fifteen-year-old boy. His name is Bai Qi and his name is Xiao Jian Emperor. This is given by people in the world for the sake of the Sword Immortal. He is ranked 106 on the Hip Dragon List, which is far inferior to the Wind and Yun List of Jiu Jian Immortal and Fu Qiuyue.

But now, this scene completely reverses everyone's concept.

How is that possible?

impossible!

Who dares to believe it?

No one believes in their eyes.

I was probably dreaming.

This is the case in the dream.

"Prip me." An old Taoist priest surrounded could not help but say.

So someone pinched him, and he woke up. In his eyes, in the spring rain, the swordsman in the green shirt stood in front of the girl. The sword pointed diagonally at the ground. The rain rolled down from the blade and drooped into a string of beaded curtains. The man slaughtered Feituo, holding a knife and half-kneeled in the distance, all over his body.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The man roared angrily, he had no idea and no temptation. Blood came out of his pores and covered it into a pair of red armor. He flew out again and turned into a red meteor, and the bone-cutting knife was held by both hands.

In an instant, he arrived at Xia Ji's side, and the blade rose wildly. The true energy, blood energy, and demonic energy merged into this sword, causing a three-meter-long red wave!!

The people in the distance could see clearly and a scream came.

"mean!"

"That's despicable!"

because...

A black light suddenly appeared, and the target was the girl quietly holding an oil paper umbrella.

This black lightning just stabbed Fu Qiuyue and Jiu Jianxian Wuying.

He has been hiding in the shadows.

Now, at this critical moment, we have taken action.

With no cover, anyone could feel that his sword was pointing at the girl.

You saved it?

Or not to save?

Will you be distracted whether you save it or not?

The masters fight and are distracted...it's just death!

Spring rain falls incline.

Meng Po held an umbrella and smiled on her lips. In this world, there was only the boy in her eyes...

With him there, even if the knife had reached her neck, she was not afraid.

What should he do?

Go and defeat the slaughter and let your wife be killed?

Turn around to save his wife, and then the two of them fell into danger together?

No matter how you choose, it is a dead end.

Fu Qiuyue and Jiu Jianxian were both injured by Jian Wuying. When they saw this person, they all showed resentment, but were full of contempt. What is the ability to attack? They were more worried... what would that young man choose?

Xia Ji held the hilt of the sword and let out a sigh of relief.

"The swordsmanship outside the sky - the flying immortal from the sky."

The twelve-layer six-star secret style.

With a spinning body, his sword disappeared, and the person disappeared. In the spring rain, it seemed like a phantom of an immortal, with his sleeves fluttering, flying in the clouds and fog, and a sword came to the west.

With the momentum locked, the black lightning was shocked, and he turned his head blankly, even forgot what he was going to do, and forgot that he was still holding a sword in his hand.

This is the terrible thing about the immortals outside the sky. Only by looking at the sword of the immortals can you realize the insignificance of the sword of the mortals.

At this moment, Wuying felt like a child looking up at the stars.

He is a child.

And that boy is in the starry sky.

Whoosh!!

At this moment, a violent arrow shot down from the sky and headed straight towards Mengpo, and the sword waves of Renshu also followed the next thought.

The two attacks made Xia Ji unable to use this sword, so he came to Meng Po, hooked his left hand and flew away with her.

boom!

The arrow fell and sank into the ground several feet. On the high cliff, a golden-armored figure held a long bow in his hand, looking down at him with a cold eyes.

Bang!!

Blood waves cut a deep ditch more than 20 meters long on the ground.

Jian Wuying escaped the disaster, but still panted with fear, stared at the ground with wide eyes, murmured "That sword, that sword, that sword..."

He suddenly looked up, and in his eyes, the swordsman had already flew away with the girl, and the umbrella he was holding looked like a dandelion...

Whoosh!

A blood shadow flew out.

Man slaughtered and attacked.

Xia Ji let go of Meng Po and set out his sword to fight.

One confrontation, more than ten thoughts, more than ten thoughts, the sword light and sword shadows.

Jian Wuying was very hesitant. He always felt that he was a person with more talent than Xiaoyao Immortal. Even if he attacked him with a sneak attack, he would be fine with just one sword. But now if he went up and hit one, wouldn’t he beating himself in the face?

Go or not?

The kung fu that I just thought about.

The showdown in the distance is over.

Xia Ji's sword nailed into Ren Tu's eyebrows and penetrated directly.

The man howled, struggled a few times, and then stopped moving, and died...

I felt a chill when I watched it.

The blood demon has a strong survival ability. In other words, no matter where you stab someone, even if it is the heart, it will be fine, but the eyebrows... are the only fatal point.

Just one sword, the slaughter of man is finished?

The Wuying of the Middle Wave created a strong sense of inreality.

Xia Ji raised his hand, pointed the sword at him again, waved his left hand and signaled him to come over.

Jian Wuying couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"

Xia Ji couldn't speak, so he made another move with his left hand.

Wuying dared not go up.

He suddenly felt that he said, "If I had been to the Great Zhou ten years ago, there would be no Xiaoyao Immortal now?", like a fool...

Not to mention Xiaoyao Immortal, even the young man in front of me, wouldn’t he dare to take the initiative after seeing his sword?

Xia Ji waved.

Jian Wuying began to retreat.

Xia Ji took another step forward.

The shadow quickly retreated and flashed directly into the shadow.

Meng Po ran up to continue to shelter the young man from the rain. Xia Ji won, and she was very happy.

Bang!!!
To be continued...