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He wanted to use his left hand to launch a sneak attack, but he never thought that sword elder's sword was made of black iron, the chain in his hand was instantly sliced into two, his left hand just so happened to be on sword elder's left hand, for a moment the two of them used pure inner force to fight back, but unfortunately for him, the blade of the sword was too sharp, so he could only take a few steps back.

"He really is a character!"

The sword elder laughed, the attacks from his subordinates did not stop for a moment.

Qiu Yong thought to himself that he could not hide anything from this old fogey, Sword Elder. He reached into his bosom and took out a row of flying daggers.

His blade flew very fast, and as a life saving weapon, it was indeed enough.

The people of Jianghu only knew that his famous weapon was the Nine Point Lock, but no one knew that his throwing knife was also the best. If his throwing knife was ranked second in the Jianghu, then no one would dare say that his throwing knife ranked first.

A small mosquito flew in front of him. He could even swing his blade, but he couldn't see the knife. He could only see the mosquito carcasses falling to the ground, so he had the means to do so.

Nine slashes in a row!

Years of practice had been close to perfection. Slash after slash, saber after slash, the force of each slash was overwhelming. The blade was so sharp that one could not find a single gap between each slash.

During the first slash of the sword elder, because of his carelessness, the left side of his face had a cut from the blade. In the first slash of the sword elder, because of his carelessness, the left side of his face had a cut from the knife.

Icy cold.

After the seven slashes, there were three bloody wounds on his face, and Qiu Yong was also trying to find an opportunity to reach into his chest from his new hand. Unfortunately, sword elder did not give him any more chances, and the two of them could not fight.

After dozens of strikes, Qiu allowed himself to be unaffected by the changes, to be able to counter the illusions with his bare hands. No matter how dense and fast the storm was, I am unmoving, protecting a small area and actually seem to have the upper hand, but as the saying goes, after ten years of practicing, I will strike with my sword, killing the enemy with my sword. Even if I cannot see the enemy's loophole, Sword Elder could naturally see that this old thief had relied on a strange footwork technique.

With this thought in mind, the sword elder slowed down his initial speed. Although his attack seemed simple, it was very precise. It broke through Qiu Yong's defenses and left a bloody hole in his right knee.

Ah!

His leg was injured, but no matter how perfect his steps were, they were still full of loopholes. An expression as proud as pig liver surfaced on Qiu Yunsan's face, and Yin Hu, who was slowly losing his energy to his senior sister, also felt refreshed. If he didn't notice that his senior sister's body was very weak, he would have definitely flown up, and even if he was scolded by his master, he would have pierced more than a dozen bloody holes on the old man Qiu's body.

Sensing that Qiu Yun wanted to escape, sword elder moved according to his will. Every sword was like a storm or a meteor streaking across the sky, making it hard to guard against.

Ah!" "Spare us!

Qiu Yue's other leg was also cut off like a spirit snake by the sword, screaming miserably as he begged the sword elder to bypass him like a grandson.

The sword elder turned around and took a step, and just when Qiu Yun could not believe that the sword elder had circled around him, the sword elder made a move. The cold sword seemed to have been imbued with a soul, and pierced straight into Qiu Yue's left eye, and then actually! It was not over yet. The sword suddenly jumped out. The sword curved in an arc and sank into Qiu Jean's right eye at that moment.

Ah!

He covered his unrecognizable eyes and shouted savagely, "This old man shall perish together with you!"

Just as he finished his sentence, he heard ghosts crying and ghosts screaming.

After a while, he wailed like a ghost, causing people's hearts to tremble in fear and panic.

The sword elder's face instantly turned green, other people did not know, but he knew, this was the long-lost "Roar of the Dead"! Summoning an evil spirit through berserk roars was extremely dangerous because it was an evil technique that allowed one to return to their homeland at the same time. Very few people were willing to train in it, and he had once seen it with his own eyes.

The only weakness was the sound of it breaking.

His figure flashed as he appeared by Qiu Yong's side. The moment he made a move, a loud thud could be heard and the man's throat was cut. He was finally safe.

The sword elder walked back to his two disciples and checked the pulse of the demon spirit, his heart sinking, "Quick, let's go!"

With that, he picked up the demon and quickly left while Yin Hu walked to Dong Han Shan's side and carried Dong Han Shan out. Although he didn't know why this scholarly man was here, he knew that his martial sister cared about him a lot, so he didn't hesitate to save him too.

What would happen when Yao Sisi and her team arrived? That seemed to be something to look forward to.

At the city's entrance, a line of three people — Yao Sisi, Dong Yunjian, and Guiyuan — walked in.

The three of them quickly walked towards the west quickly, and very quickly, Feng Yuan discovered that there was a remnant of the Aroma Chasing Shadow on the ground. They had been like this the entire way out of the city, and he couldn't help but have a bold thought in his mind, but he couldn't be sure if this was someone who wanted to lead them, or if there was some other reason, so he didn't say too much about it.

When he arrived at the edge of the forest, he immediately noticed that this formation was one of the Five Elements Eight Trigrams Town's formations. He carefully looked at the shadow chasing incense on the ground, and who knew if it was left behind by Dong Han Shan, or maybe it was supposed to be a place where spices gathered.

When they arrived at the stone room and saw the miserable state of Qiu Yong's corpse, Feng Yuan only furrowed his brows for a moment, while Yao Sisi and Dong Yunjian screamed out in fright.

It was a mess, and blood had stained almost every nook and cranny. With so much blood and the degree of damage, they must have experienced a fierce battle not long ago. This blood was definitely not from a single person.

"Big brother, my big brother came here before. Where are you …"

She was sure that this was her brother's clothes. Seeing the bloodstains on the clothes, she looked at the dead body on the ground in a daze. A bad thought flashed through her mind, 'His brother is injured!'

"The piece of cloth on the bookworm's clothes!"

Yao Sisi ran over and saw what Dong Yunjian was holding in his hand. What she didn't want to see had already happened. She didn't know what to do, but she was praying that the heavens didn't want that bookworm to die.

He pulled with all his might, and it turned out to be a blood-colored whip. The bloodstains on the whip were terrifying.

He then saw that on the ground, apart from the fragments of his green robe and the fragments of his black robe, the image of a man wearing black clothes gradually became clearer in his mind.

"Don't worry, I'm sure Dong Han Qi was rescued."

"My brother doesn't go out much and doesn't have any friends that can be rescued. My brother, he … sob sob …"

She felt that it was all because of her that such a thing had happened. Thinking about it, Yao Sisi felt that she was blaming herself, so she grabbed Dong Yun Ling's hand and smacked it against her own face, "It's all my fault. Blame me, Yun Ling, for hitting me!"