The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, and the sword is rising and killing people.

However, Qiao Zhiyi's eyes flashed, as if he opened his mouth to speak, but he did not spit out a word, and then shouted softly and stabbed Leng Xiao's ribs!

Leng Xiao suddenly shrank his waist and his palms swayed. Unexpectedly, the sword seemed sharp, but it was like a swimming fish. Suddenly, the sword tip turned and fell towards Bai Tong's body a few feet away!

Leng Xiao's face suddenly changed, and his center of gravity fell on the soles of his feet in an instant. The spiritual energy exploded from the soles of his feet, and his body rushed to Bai Tong like a sharp arrow!

Everything was just a flash of lightning. At this time, Qiao Zhiyi's sword had just fallen, but he told him that there was no chance of dodging. He stuck on his arrow and stabbed into Leng Xiao's shoulder blades!

A trace of ferociousness appeared on Qiao Zhiyi's face, and a hint of excitement appeared in his eyes. He said singly: "Don't worry, uncle, my nephew... will make you believe in your life!"

After saying that, his wrist slowly rotated, and the sword in his hand suddenly stirred, and then a piece of flesh was cut off from Leng Xiao’s shoulder!

The tip of the sword was still stuck in Leng Xiao's shoulder blades, and a sharp sound was rubbing against the bones. Leng Xiao's face twisted a little, his breathing was rapid, he gritted his teeth tightly, and he didn't hum.

He swayed his spiritual energy, and his left hand reached out and suddenly fell towards Qiao Zhiyi's wrist. However, he saw Qiao Zhiyi not dodging or avoiding him. He shouted softly, and pushed the long sword forward a few more points.

A severe pain swept across Leng Xiao's heart. Leng Xiao couldn't help but roar, but the spiritual energy between his fingers dispersed. When he fell on Qiao Zhiyi's wrist, he had no strength, but only a small blood mark that was not painful or itchy on his wrist.

Leng Xiao's eyes twitched slightly, his lips were white, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat. His eyes passed through the long sword and through Qiao Zhiyi, and fell into the empty space under his feet. The weeds about an inch long were straight, perhaps too short, and even if a few rays of breeze blew by, they were still motionless.

Behind him was Bai Tong's body. He had no way out, but he was unable to move forward.

Qiao Zhiyi looked at Leng Xiao's lonely posture and asked who the woman was. It was meaningless to him. A feeling of satisfaction appeared in his heart, as if a voice was constantly roaring. The grand distracted cultivator once made his master explode his body, but now he fell powerlessly like a dead dog under his long sword!

Who can compete with Qiao’s sword finger?

Qiao Zhiyi thought about this, and two cold sneers were squeezed out between his teeth, as if he was unconscious and as if he was deliberately doing it.

He said softly, which was much lighter than the breeze that brushed across his cheeks: "Uncle Master, how do you feel? My nephew does what he says!"

"Accept your fate!"

His last syllable slowly fell, like a bird fluff, soft and without a single weight, but it made people itchy in their hearts until their scalp was numb.

A faint wave of spiritual energy suddenly came from the sword, causing the sword to reflect a pale luster.

Leng Xiao then raised his spiritual energy, but saw Qiao Zhiyi suddenly shouting softly, and the long sword suddenly slid from Leng Xiao's shoulders, and it was about to pierce Leng Xiao's heart!

Leng Xiao also shouted softly, his voice hoarse, as if his throat was dry, and there was no sound, but it seemed to have a strong momentum, which made Qiao Zhiyi's body tremble slightly.

Leng Xiao then pointed at the sword body, and he didn't even care about hiding his identity. He fell down with one move of Chunqiu!

However, Leng Xiao's pupils shrank, but he saw Qiao Zhiyi's wrist tremble slightly, and even the sword was a little unstable. He landed on the sword with one finger, and the sword suddenly came out of his hand and was knocked out, landing not far away, piercing into the ground like cutting tofu, nearly half of it.

The long sword was hit by Leng Xiao's finger, and the surface was dim and seemed to be damaged.

But no one paid attention to the long sword at this moment. Even Qiao Zhiyi was just staring at Leng Xiao behind him, with a hint of horror in his eyes and his breathing became a little rapid.

Leng Xiao also suddenly turned around and saw a man in gray robe standing quietly behind him, with one hand slightly raised, slowly closing his five fingers, and a trace of residual spiritual energy fluctuations were shining between his fingers.

In this moment, two figures fell beside the man in the gray robe. The three of them bowed slightly to Leng Xiao: "Sir, it's too late to come down!"

Leng Xiao immediately came back to his senses and his face was indifferent: "It's not too late, it's the time!"

Qiao Zhiyi hurriedly wanted to escape, but he didn't care about Leng Xiao at this time? Of course, it was important to save his life! He glanced at the fifth-grade spiritual treasure sword, but suddenly gritted his teeth and turned around, even disregarding his own sword.

However, in just a moment, Zhu Wudao just shook his body and appeared dozens of feet away again. He pinched Qiao Zhiyi's neck and raised it.

Zhu Wudao's face was hidden in the gray robe, and his words were extremely cold: "You must accept your fate? Boy, you are not worthy."

Qiao Zhiyi coughed violently twice: "Senior, please spare me, I know my mistake... I just came here on order, and I really wanted to kill my uncle... Uncle Master! My uncle is wrong, you are a lot of me!"

Leng Xiao looked at Qiao Zhiyi's face, feeling disgusted for no reason, but sighed quietly: "Let him go."

Zhu Wudao did not ask the reason and obeyed unconditionally. When Leng Xiao's last syllable fell, he had already let go.

Qiao Zhiyi suddenly fell to the ground, his eyes slightly red. I wonder if it was because he was pinched and couldn't breathe.

He immediately fell to the ground and kowtowed to Leng Xiao repeatedly. The movement was beautiful, the ground was covered with turf, and it was not painful or itchy when he kowtowed.

He immediately stood up, dared not stay any longer, turned his head and left, but heard Leng Xiao's voice coming from behind: "Mr. Nephew."

Leng Xiao said "Mr. Nephew" and made Qiao Zhiyi feel shocked. He turned around with trembling body, and a stiff smile appeared on his face: "Master...Uncle Master, what are you asking?"

Leng Xiao's eyes just fell in the air, his tone seemed to be exhausted, and he said lightly: "As a swordsman, you can give up your life, don't give up your sword."

Qiao Zhiyi quickly rushed forward and pulled out his sword, wiping it on his clothes, trying to wipe it until it was shining. However, no matter how he wiped the sword, it always had a dull look.

He laughed dryly, hugged the sword in his arms like an ancestor, and said humbly: "What uncle taught me is that all my nephews dare not forget it! Then... the nephews take their leave..."

Seeing that no one was blocking him, Qiao Zhiyi felt like he was granted a grand amnesty. His body was scattered and seemed to be blessed by the spiritual sword hidden edge formation, extremely fast.

His face turned red and filled with a burning sense of humiliation. While running, he comforted himself: "It's okay, it's okay, it's reasonable to defeat. Those three of them are all Nascent Soul monks, and it's stupid to die!"

"Just kowtow, a real man can bend and stretch... Besides, what's the harm in kowtowing to his uncle? He is his elder, and he is not hurtful, not hurtful..."

Qiao Zhiyi flew away and almost ran into two figures while losing his mind. He walked away eagerly. The two figures came eagerly. If they were not for their extreme sensitivity to spiritual energy and the sudden approaching of spiritual energy, they might have touched each other.

The two sides looked at each other in the moonlight, and Qiao Zhiyi's eyes suddenly felt excited and said respectfully: "Thank you, senior, I'm offending, I hope you don't blame me!"

"Brother Qiu!"

He greeted Qiu Yansheng again. Qiu Yansheng narrowed his eyes and saw Qiao Zhiyi in a humble manner, like a dog with his tail between his legs, which was extremely inconsistent with his previous arrogant wind.

However, Qiu Yansheng still responded with a smile: "Brother Qiao, don't be fine! Why is it so embarrassed?"

When Qiao Zhiyi heard this, he was immediately energetic and came to his senses. He quickly told the story with a hint of hatred in his eyes: "Senior, I am really not the opponent of Mu Xun'an. If I hadn't escaped in time, I would have been a corpse!"

Qiu Yansheng said intently or unintentionally: "It's already this time, why are you hiding something? There is no such thing as Mu Xun'an? It's obviously Leng Xiao!"

But he saw a strange smile on the corner of Qiao Zhiyi's mouth, but he immediately restrained: "Don't care who he is, Qiao is not the opponent of this person anyway! Senior, don't blame me, I have to return to the sect to recuperate immediately. This thief is sorry that I can't do anything about it!"

Xie Yunlei smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay, I will not sit idly by!"

Qiao Zhiyi said nothing, lowered his head, as if trying to suppress his smile, and turned around and left.

After walking a few miles away, he suddenly burst into laughter and his face was very happy. More than a dozen disciples of Jiange came up not far away. Before, Qiao Zhiyi was extracting spiritual energy too violently. At this moment, the dozen people were all pale and their bodies were a little weak.

Seeing Qiao Zhiyi so happy, these dozen people couldn't help but ask: "Senior Brother, but Mu Xun'an has been killed?"

Qiao Zhiyi glanced at him lightly, and felt a little disappointed. The smile on his face couldn't help but retreat, and slowly shook his head: "No."

The dozen people's expressions changed slightly, and someone said, "Then Mu Xun'an is so lucky that he can escape from the elder brother? In this way, he must have escaped with serious injuries!"

"Mu Xun'an is a distracted cultivator after all. Even though his cultivation level has dropped, his methods are strange and unpredictable. It's no wonder that the elder brother is unable to kill him. Thousands of people have surrounded him in the daytime, but he hasn't been able to take him down..."

These junior brothers compliments each other, but they made Qiao Zhiyi feel disgusted, and the humiliation of abandoning dignity and begging for mercy suddenly came to his heart.

He immediately looked ugly and shouted coldly: "Okay, Mu Xun'an is a foregone conclusion before he dies, but it's okay. Apart from the Great Elder of Qinghen Sect, it will be very beneficial to my Jiange!"

The dozen people were stunned and someone asked: "The Great Elder of Qinghen Sect had just passed by a while ago, why could it be!"

Qiao Zhiyi suddenly smiled strangely: "You guys look at it. Brother, I said that if he wants him to die, he must die... I have to accept his fate!"

The word "receive fate" almost squeezed out from Qiao Zhiyi's teeth, and called these more than a dozen disciples of Jiange, and all the hearts of the hearts were chilling.

On the other side, Xie Yunlei took a few steps, Qiu Yansheng suddenly grabbed him and said, "Great Elder, that guy Qiao Zhiyi must be uneasy, we must not fall into the trap!"

Xie Yunlei couldn't help laughing: "What can he remember? I know that you have a good personal relationship with Leng Xiao, but you still need to do it for official business. Don't confuse the two!"

Qiu Yansheng wanted to speak but stopped, but retreated behind Xie Yunlei and stopped talking. The two of them were flying in the clouds and avoiding ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators. How quickly did Xie Yunlei be ordinary as a real infant cultivator?

Hong Chengwu, Liuying and Zhu Wudao stood in front of Leng Xiao, and Hong Chengwu couldn't help but say, "What did you do if you let him go? This kid takes advantage of others' danger and is in trouble, but he has no backbone. What should he do if he keeps such garbage?"

Leng Xiao Tanmo said: "Since it is garbage, what should I pay attention to? Don't call the blood of garbage dirty your hands."

Hong Cheng said something about the martial arts, and his eyes fell on the woman behind Leng Xiao again. Only then did he see clearly, his face looked a little strange: "Sir, Lord, this is..."

Zhu Wudao just glanced at it and said lightly: "This is not the master, it is that girl."

Finally, he added two words: "body."

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask." Leng Xiao's eyes were plain, and he carefully helped Bai Tong up and hugged her in his arms.

Hong Chengwu looked at Leng Xiao's actions and couldn't help but laugh, really not daring to ask more questions.

The three of them looked at each other and didn't say anything. They knew very well how Mu Xun'an and Bai Wei loved each other deeply. Since "Mu Xun'an" was so calm, Bai Wei naturally wouldn't have any trouble.

Just as Leng Xiao was about to leave, another sound of breaking through the air came from behind. When he looked back, he saw that Xie Yunlei and Qiu Yansheng were falling closer.

As soon as he saw the two, Leng Xiao felt nervous, but his face was still dull, and even said indifferent.

Qiu Yansheng glanced at the three big ghosts, and his expression changed. When he saw Leng Xiao's cold expression, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "You still think it's Mu Xun'an?"

He looked at Leng Xiao, remembered the conversation between the two people in Jiangxi City, but shook his head slowly and murmured: "No...no! Mu Xun'an must have taken away control of Leng Xiao's body again!"

Just as his thoughts were flying, Hong Chengwu looked at Xie Yunlei and laughed: "Old man, I haven't seen you for many days, what do you look good?"

He glanced at Xie Yunlei's broken finger intentionally or unintentionally, but saw that the broken finger had been taken back.

Xie Yunlei's heart was slightly sank and he replied calmly: "I'm sorry for me if I'm sorry."

Qiu Yansheng whispered to Xie Yunlei: "Great Elder, I said that Qiao Zhiyi was uneasy and kind! This is putting a trap for us!"

Zhu Wudao slowly walked to Xie Yunlei, and Hong Chengwu and Liuying also moved closer. However, Zhu Wudao waved his hand slightly and said, "Elder Xie, you and I have the same cultivation skills, so let me fight."

Hong Chengwu laughed softly: "Of course, the endings are the same!"

Qiu Yansheng pursed his lips and immediately wanted to reply a sarcastic sentence, but he still held it back.

A soft force suddenly came from Xie Yunlei's hand, pushing Qiu Yansheng dozens of feet away, looking at Zhu Wudao from afar.

"Do you have weapons?" Xie Yunlei asked.

"Zhu doesn't use weapons."

"Since that's the case, I can't take advantage of Brother Zhu."

Xie Yunlei spoke calmly. Although his unique skill of fame was from the Spring and Autumn Period, he was from the Qinghen Sect after all, and his sword skills were superb.

Zhu Wudao's body arched slightly, and his hands suddenly appeared from his sleeves, slowly turning his fingers into claws, and there were strange patterns on his ten fingers, which were on his fingers, like a ring.

At this moment, a hazy blue-purple color suddenly appeared on the pattern.

"Elder Xie, you should draw your sword."
Chapter completed!