When Pojun went out, the moon was full of the sky and the stars were fading.

The light of Zi Chen could not be found in the sky, but Po Jun was not confused.

He believes that confusion is worthy of the smart talent like Tianlang, while he is stupid and stupid, he only does what he sees.

He, Greedy Wolf and Qi Sha, as the "Three Stars of the World", are the combat power created by the Emperor Xingtian with all his sects' potential to assist the Purple Emperor in the World and the Stars of the World.

Now that Zihuang is in trouble, he will go to save him. It's that simple.

He could understand the embarrassment of Tianlang because they were good brothers, and they have always been. Even if he just punched Tianlang, even if Tianlang was about to want him, they were brothers.

This is a friendship that has been learning art since childhood and has been through life and death.

But understanding does not mean recognition. Tianlang has the idea of ​​Tianlang, and he Pojun has his sword!

So Pojun hid his whereabouts all the way, went down to Qingcheng, and went to the place where the dead owl was secretly placed.

Po Jun believed that he was not a good person, but he was quite resistant to contact with those "dead owls" like scum. Dead owls had no loyalty. He believed that if there was no restraint and control of poisons, these Dead owls would tear him apart as soon as they escaped. But now, they had to rely on these extremely vicious criminals to help Mu Zixuan.

It was feasible to the middle of the journey, and Pojun suddenly became alert, "Who?"

He neither heard the sound nor saw the figure, but he sensed that someone was following him. This was his innate intuition, and he had always believed in his intuition!

So, Po Jun suddenly waved his sword back, and the cold sword light flashed, and a row of trees behind him broke in the waist, making a "rake" sound, and a figure fell lightly from the treetops behind him.

The man was about twenty years old, clear and handsome, wearing a blue shirt and carrying a guqin. Pojun recognized him as Xu Tingxian, a young master of Confucianism.

Knowing the other party's identity, and knowing that the visitor must be bad. Pojun didn't wait for Xu Tingxian to land, he took a big strode and swung his second sharp sword!

But Xu Tingxian calmly rotated the guqin behind her back, flipped around her palm, then pressed the head of the zither down, and the moment she fell, she was already on the ground.

The piano stands on the ground, no one plucks the strings, but the wind passes through the strings, and a clang sound comes out, and an invisible energy spreads with the sound waves and shoots out from the strings.

The string sound was invisible, but Po Jun felt that the crisis was coming. The long sword he swung suddenly changed from attack to defense under intuition, and in front of his forehead.

"Hao!"

Hearing the sound of a fight, Pojun was shocked by Xianyin several steps, and his heart was shaking. Although he expected that the young master of Confucianism would be worthy of his reputation, Xu Tingxian's strength seemed to be more than expected.

He was obviously younger than himself, and he had such cultivation. He couldn't help but intercept the Tiannv half a month ago when Po Jun intercepted the Tiannv half a month ago. At that time, he also showed his defeat with the move of Ying Feiyang Sword. Now, this sense of frustration has emerged again.

Xu Tingxian stood on the piano, looking up at the moonlight, as if he was reviewing for the discovery just now. "Under such moonlight, I can't stop killing myself, so let's discuss, you continue to go where you want to go, I will continue to follow you and not disturb each other, okay?"

Under the moonlight, the blue-clothed Confucian scholar was dancing in his clothes. If Ying Feiyang, who had a friendship with Xu Tingxian, was present, he might find that Xu Tingxian had a sharp temperament that was different from the past.

But Po Jun didn't care, and only responded with a "Spit, miscellaneous!"

The curses fell, and Pojun swung his sword and attacked again. The sword light was like the moon, and the moon reflected the sword light. It showed the ability of thousands of troops to break the Yi in a hurry and cold manner.

"Why?" In the light of thousands of swords, Xu Tingxian gently picked the tail of the piano under his foot and sat down cross-legged. The guqin flipped over and fell on his knees a few times. Then he started to use his hands with his fingers and moved his strings. The "Seven-string Sword Song" turned into thousands of sword energy.

The sword light was filled with sword energy, and Pojun danced with sword light. He wanted to find a gap to get closer, but he felt that Xu Tingxian's piano sound was like a crack, one sound after another, like a golden sword and an iron horse, a war drum thunder, and the sword energy was also like a rushing shot. Pojun felt that he was trapped in thousands of troops, and his body was covered with sharp string sound, cutting countless wounds, and there was no way to advance or retreat, let alone approaching Xu Tingxian.

I was dizzy for a while, but I finally heard a clanging sound. The surging sound of the piano suddenly stopped. I heard the string music finally stopped, and the sound of the piano stopped, and the sound of the piano suddenly sounded silently around me.

Even Pojun did not take action anymore!

Because Po Jun felt that although the song ended, the lingering sound was surrounding the beam, and countless invisible string swords had trapped him. As long as he made a sound, he could activate the string sword energy and dismember him.

The winner has been decided, Xu Tingxian also put the piano behind her back and asked, "Can you reconsider what I said just now?"

"Get close to you!" Po Jun smiled bitterly, ignoring the killing formation formed by the surrounding string sound sword energy. The sword light reappeared and swung the sword tonight, even the most peak of his life!

He had seen that the Qixian sword energy was constantly oscillating and changing the accumulated power by sound waves, so it was powerful only when it was seven feet away. Now, Xu Tingxian not only pulled the piano, but also stepped within seven feet, and within seven feet, all of which were cut by him with one knife and two cuts!

As soon as the sword light came out, the string sound sword energy was instantly activated, and Pojun was strangled from all directions, but Pojun completely ignored it. As a future general of battle formations, Pojun had his own set of methods to forge the body of starlight, which made his body stronger than ordinary people.

He didn't know whether he could be strong enough to block the sword energy in the sky, but as long as there was a certain possibility, he would give it a try without hesitation!

"Soon!" Countless sword energy exploded through his body, and Po Jun felt as if he had been cut into pieces by thousands of knives, but he ignored his own flesh and blood and handed it again, and it had reached Xu Tingxian's head.

He was sure that Xu Tingxian's cultivation and sword skills were more than just above his level, and he was worthy of being a famous Confucian scholar. However, his killing method was death but not alive. Xu Tingxian only wanted to control him. If he used this kindness wrongly, he was destined to die under his sword.

But at this moment, he heard Xu Tingxian sigh, "Oh..."

Suddenly, he felt his breath stagnation, and the evil aura he released was forced back by a more cruel and cruel aura. The source of the evil aura was actually the benevolent Confucian scholar in his eyes!

When he was stunned, Xu Tingxian tapped the guqin behind him, and a long sword jumped out of it. He held the hilt with his back hand, and the sword turned into countless sharp fangs, flashed across the sky and bit it by.

The two figures were wrong and separated.

There was no sound of gold and iron attack in the sky, even though there was no sound of sword shadows in the sky.

Pojun felt his gaze swirling, as if he was flying high, getting closer and closer to the full moon in the sky, and then fell downward.

"Fortunately... it wasn't that I died under the command of Tianlang... I didn't make him embarrassed..."

With this last thought, Pojun's head fell to the ground.

Then, his right arm, left arm, and knife.

The broken legs were instantly cut into six pieces.

The head level was cut off with one sword, and the invisible string sword cut every joint, like a butcher cutting a cow without any delay.

The scarlet red spilled, as if it had knocked over a bucket of blood-killing pigs.

I don’t know if it was stained with blood, Xu Tingxian’s eyes also turned red. His voice was helpless and struggled, “Why do you always force me to kill…”

I wanted to follow Po Jun and find Mu Zixuan's hidden helper, but now I can't find it.

But he didn't go in vain. Xu Tingxian looked at the corpses on the ground. Among the pieces of corpses, he found the token that ordered the Death Owl. He frowned, raised the token with the tip of his sword, tore off a piece of cloth in the clothes, and laid a blood mark on the token on the cloth.

Then he whistled his fingers, summoned a carrier pigeon, put the blood-stained cloth on the carrier pigeon's legs, raised his hand and let it fly...

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"Bang!"

On the banks of the Qinghe River, one hand poked out of the water, grabbed the soft river soil, and then dragged it hard, pulling all over his body out of the water, and a wet figure appeared.

The man was dressed in a torn dress, covered with mud and water, and was covered with scorching blood scabs. He was in a mess. Who could have imagined that this figure, like a dog, would be Mu Zixuan, who was famous all over the world, just this morning, and the leader of the Zhengtian Alliance?

Mu Zixuan leaned against the bluestone on the shore, gritted his teeth, reached out and took out mud and sand from the cracked wound behind him. His wounds were not treated at a time. In order to prevent the dripping blood from being tracked, he had previously used the power of the Red Flame Palm to iron the wound on his body.

Later, in order to avoid odor tracking, he jumped into the water again, one hot and one cold, and the dirt in the water, his trauma tended to be infected.

Even so, while cleaning the wound, Mu Zixuan endured the dizzying pain and identified the direction around him.

He wanted to escape to Kunlun and meet with the Hell Road, but he left Qingcheng's territory and had a change. Although he had planned to destroy the bridge across the river, he did not expect that the six evil deeds would be the same, and he took action first.

Although he had not seen it with his own eyes, all signs indicate that Yue Cangkong had joined forces with the Six Paths of Evil Demons to plan the change of masters of the Hell. The original master of the Hell, You Ning, was severely injured by the Sword Emperor and fled into the Nine Nether Abyss. His connection with You Ning's soul was also affected. For a moment, his soul consciousness was traumatized, making him unable to fly and escape.

After finally stabilizing the soul consciousness, he had already missed the golden period of escape. The net of pursuit of the righteous path has been spread out, and every step must be careful. At this time, going to Kunlun Mountain to meet the Hell Road is a way to die. Mu Zixuan hid all the way in order to hide his secret path. Finally, he had to change his direction and escape into the Minjiang River, although the river water went southeast.

At this time, Mu Zixuan, who was climbing up from the water, had to sigh. Fortunately, seven days ago, Huo Zhiwei's huge eyes of Wujue Sect were destroyed by Wuyan. Otherwise, with his eyes monitoring him, he would have nowhere to hide.

But fortunately, by identifying the surrounding scenery, he finally confirmed that despite the ups and downs in the water, he still came to the place he thought of.

His injuries were too severe, and he used up all the medicines on his body, so the effect was better than nothing. He needed more medicines to support him to continue his escape. The place he climbed out was called Qinghe, which is one of the branches of the Minjiang River. There was a village by the Qinghe River and a Taoist temple behind the village. Mu Zixuan knew that there were medicines he needed in the Taoist temple.

So he stood up with difficulty and put a mark on the bark of the trees on the river bank. This was the mark of the secret contact of the royal family Xingtian. He knew that when he was on Qingcheng Mountain, Tianlang, his most capable deputy, had already chosen the latter in protecting him and maintaining the royal family Xingtian. He did not blame Tianlang for his choice, and he also believed that even if he was drawn a clear line with him on the surface, Tianlang would still secretly take measures to help him, so he would leave contact marks on the trees along the way.

After marking, he stumbled towards Qinghe Town. Along the way, there were already scattered Zhengtian clerks passing through the air. Fortunately, the pursuit net of Zhengdao is spilling wider. He carefully dodged all the way and finally avoided it. Not long after, a Taoist temple appeared in front of him.

The Taoist temple has accumulated dust for a long time, and it is obviously abandoned for a long time, because this is the Taoist temple that his master Gu Jiansheng once presided over when he was a Taoist Taoist in Qingku.

Mu Zixuan looked at the Sanqing statue with a spider web, sighed, bent down and knocked on the base of the sculpture. Sure enough, he found a loose brick. Mu Zixuan pulled out the brick, and there was a hole in the middle. He reached out and reached into the hole. When he pulled it out, there was a bag of medicine wrapped in various elixirs in his hand.

"Oh, for many years, the places where things are hidden are still the same, and there is no new idea." Mu Zixuan sighed. He knew that these drugs were left by Gu Jiansheng. His master always had this habit. He like a squirrel who had been in the winter, he stored some life-saving drugs under the statue of the gods. He was sent to the Taoist temple in Qinghe Town in Lingxiao Sword Sect, and was still the same.

The quality of the medicine should be from his master Shang Qingying. The level of alchemy of the "Sage of the Sword" can be trusted. Even after many years, the medicinal power is still intact. But just as Mu Zixuan was preparing to apply the medicine, suddenly a sad voice suddenly came from behind him.

"My second uncle and third brother died nearby, right?"

Mu Zixuan suddenly turned around, and behind him was a white-browed young man wearing a thick fur and standing with a fragrant smell - Hu Li!
Chapter completed!