Chapter 267

Middle aged Jianxiu's body flew backwards.

A sword wound appeared behind him, bleeding like blood.

The rest of his snow has turned red.

Hot blood irrigates, snow melts.

From the perspective of singing the winner, it is very pleasing to the eyes.

Middle aged Jianxiu slowly got up.

He gasped heavily and looked at Gao Ge and Xia Lu standing beside Gao Ge with a fierce look.

"Shameless..." he spit out these two words angrily.

In his opinion, people like singing songs are not worthy of being an immortal.

Let's fight alone. Well, how can you let your helper do it?

Besides, how can you sneak at me behind my back when I'm dealing with that girl?

Being scolded by middle-aged Jianxiu, singing suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

It's hard for you to imagine that a person who comes up to rob you points at your nose and scolds you shameless.

"Brother, who are we shameless?" The song couldn't help asking.

The middle-aged man gasped.

His face was full of suspicion.

He really can't understand why singing can appear quietly behind him.

If the blade had not fallen on his back, he would still be unaware.

I didn't even notice the fluctuation of Qi machine on the other party.

Singing naturally won't answer each other's doubts. The umbrella you ate at the Tianmen gate is of great use. It's not difficult to sneak attack with your own ghost.

However, the other party can't get the answer anyway.

"Stop talking nonsense to him and kill him." Xia Lu said in a deep voice.

Originally, middle-aged Jianxiu thought the little girl was very good-looking. Now he thinks the girl is simply ugly.

If you open your mouth and shut your mouth, you'll kill yourself.

Where is the loveliness of a little girl?

Gao Ge is a very weak willed person. For example, now he is convinced by Xia Lu, so he holds the flying star sword in his hand again and rushes towards the middle-aged sword repair.

"Hum, are you qualified to kill me?" The middle-aged sword Xiu was biting his teeth. The gaps between his teeth were full of blood. He looked like a creature he had just eaten raw. He held the long sword in his hands and waved it. The sword Qi surged.

I don't know how much sharper this sword is than the other party's moves before.

Obviously, this is going to put all your eggs in one basket.

"Well come!"

Sing without fear.

I was stabbed by myself and bleeding.

In this state, if you are not his opponent, just bury your head in the snow and kill yourself.

"My sword is called Tianwei!"

The sword Qi suppressed the speed of singing.

Singing every step forward, we have to bear great pressure.

Some like that time near Suzhou tube building.

It's also like going to the snow mountain with Xia Lu against the wind and snow.

Obviously, the middle-aged sword repair is close at hand, but the distance seems to be a hundred feet away.

Xia Lu's body could not stop retreating.

Her strength itself is not as strong as singing, so don't rush to help sing at this time. It's a problem whether she can stabilize her body.

Singing and biting his teeth, the expression on his face became more and more ferocious.

The flying star sword in my hand is buzzing.

The war spirit in the body is burning.

He slowly raised his arm. At this moment, he felt that the flying star sword in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms. At this time, it fully reflected the importance of the jack.

"Get up!"

A loud song and a roar.

The sound spread so far that snowflakes fell.

The body of stars in the body surged up wildly and gathered in the flying star sword in the hand. The sword light was released in an instant.

Deep in the forest.

A few animal roars can be heard vaguely, like a threat to singing and some elements of fear.

"My sword is called broken sky!"

Sing loudly and laugh wantonly, with a prominent face.

The two sword Qi collided with each other, causing a small-scale explosion.

On the high mountains, the snow kept collapsing.

Fortunately, it has not reached the point of avalanche.

Otherwise, singing is really a stone to hit your own feet.

Boom.

The two swords counteract each other.

Singing and a sword falling, breaking through layers of resistance.

From the middle-aged Jianxiu's body, across.

At this time, his body was already dripping with blood, and his clothes were swept by the sword Qi, opening long and thin holes

Looking at the snow mountain, the snow kept falling, and finally returned to quiet, breathless yuexincheng wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"I was scared to death. I thought it was an avalanche." Yue Xincheng said with a smile.

He sat on a man with West China iron fist. At this time, the temperature of West China man was gradually cooling.

In fact, he just beat the other party and didn't kill anyone.

The West China iron fist disciple sitting under him was crushed by the youth with one hand.

Yue Xincheng stood by and watched as the young man crushed the throat of each West China iron fist disciple. In the process, the expression on the young man's face looked light and light, as if he was just doing a trivial thing.

As for the black faced man, he was beaten to death by Yue Xincheng.

Anyway, he doesn't have any good feelings for the man named Ke Shan. He has no grievances and hatred. He has to detain himself. It's not idle. What's the pain?

"Here are the two spirit stones." The boy divided the robbed Lingshi and fulfilled his previous commitment to yuexincheng.

Yue Xincheng thought about it and took it. Although the spirit stone is unattractive to him and he doesn't care, it's better for him at this time. Otherwise, it will inevitably make the other party confused and feel that he doesn't want the spirit stone.

He doesn't like dealing with such people. Although he fought side by side just now, he doesn't like it.

"Can I go now?" Yue Xincheng said with a smile.

The teenager nodded, smiled and said, "naturally, we came to the secret place this time just to find some opportunities. There is absolutely no intention of making an enemy with the people of Xiuxian college. Our JuYang sect is just a small sect, and we don't dare to compete with Longge. Isn't Xiuxian College?"

Yue Xincheng just smiled and didn't say much.

"What's your name?" The boy suddenly asked, "my name is Wu Geng."

"Yuexincheng." Yue Xincheng smiled and said, "your name is Wu Geng? I remember that King Zhou's son seems to be also called Wu Geng? This name is unlucky."

"Oh? Where to start?" The young man asked, "because he has the same name as the son of King Zhou of the Yin and Shang Dynasties?"

"That's not true. I think a big man can't be called Wu Geng. Wu Geng has no roots and is not pleasant."

The boy grinned happily and didn't mind being teased by the other party.

"If you have time in the future, you can come to my JuYang sect." The boy said seriously.

"Well, maybe you were the leader of JuYang sect at that time." Yue Xincheng said positively.

"Leader of JuYang sect?" The boy shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not interested."

"Oh? I don't like JuYang sect?"

"No, my purpose is to join the Dragon Pavilion." The boy said with a serious face.

Yue Xincheng didn't say anything.