Xiao Baozi's sword rises.

The sword energy is like a rainbow!

The air penetrates the sky!

When her sword was stabbed out, Wei Changhe suddenly felt a biting chill.

The chill is far colder than the shrill west wind at the coldest time in the desert outside the pass.

It seemed to freeze him.

It made the blood circulation in his body less smooth.

He is actually three feet away from Xiao Baozi.

And his big banner is only three feet away from the boy silver and life of the scattered wealth.

He could have killed Yin Ruming and calmly dealt with Xiao Baozi's sword, but he instinctively took back the banner in his hand.

He stood on the roof.

He was tightly watching the woman flying in the air and the sword of that woman!

It's like facing a great enemy!

Of course, Chang Baishu, who was on the roof on the other side, also saw Xiao Baozi's sword.

His old eyes were also staring at the sword.

In his sight, the sword cut off the howling cold wind.

It seemed to make the cold wind stagnate.

The sword light passed through the cold wind like that.

Then,

In the cold wind are the sword flowers.

The wind seemed to rise again.

But the sword flowers did not go with the wind.

They are like substances, as if they have roots in the air!

But it was floating towards Wei Changhe again.

Walk against the wind.

It's like going upstream!

One flower.

Two flowers.

Three flowers.

...

Thousands of flowers!

"Dao Sword..."

"Sword Intention Transforms!"

"Half-step Grand Master..."

Chang Baishu shouted: "Be careful!"

Wei Changhe was already very careful.

He debuted at the age of fifteen in his life and has been in the world for forty years. He has always been very careful when he can survive until now.

But at this moment, he was more careful than ever.

Even when he faced the young owner in the secret room of Qinjian Villa fifteen years ago, he was not as careful as he is now.

The banner in his hand had been waved.

The huge scarlet piece covered Xiao Baozi.

Of course, it also covered the transformed sword flowers.

He did not intend to fight with a half-step master.

He knew that the only chance he could live was to give up this banner!

He had to leave when this banner covered the crazy woman.

Go to Zhouyuan.

Only that place will be safe.

However……

The fight on the ground stopped in a tacit understanding at this moment.

Everyone looked up at the big banner and the woman who seemed a little small under the banner.

Of course, there are also those sword flowers that shocked them.

Wang Zhenghaoxuan still protects Su Meng.

He also went to that sky.

Amu's knife was slanted downwards, and he squinted his eyes with the sword flowers.

Xiao Wu has cleaned up the enemy opposite him.

His hands were still as smooth as jade, leaving no trace of blood.

His hands have been put down.

His eyes were still clean and clear.

He also had that sky.

But at this moment he is no longer like a demon.

He is more like a Buddha who is compassionate to the heavens and others.

Wen Xiaowan, who was standing next to Li Chenan, had already taken a breath of cold air, and then she realized that the woman was so powerful.

She even swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and a timidity arose in her heart, but the timidity disappeared in an instant.

She raised her proud head again.

There were only two people in the audience who did not have the sword at Xiao Baozi.

One is Su Meng.

There was no sword in her eyes, only her junior brother Wang Zhenghaoxuan.

The other is Xiaoqin.

He has entered into meditation.

He is relieved.

He chose to believe in the teenagers who helped him without reservation.

Although I don't know each other.

But some people can feel their heart without knowing their names.

Even if some people know the name and are extremely familiar with it, they will give you a sword.

He was circulating his internal force to repair the injuries on his body.

There are old injuries and new injuries.

He must restore himself to a certain combat power as soon as possible.

Because there are many enemies.

Also because he must live and cannot let his friends die.

friend……

Xiaoqin lived to be sixteen and had no friend.

He originally thought he would never have friends in his life.

Because the word friend is very heavy and holy in his heart.

Although the world is big, there are very few people who deserve to be his friend.

But now, he has regarded the mute boy, the two boys who made swords for him, and the boy who paid ten taels of silver for him as friends.

He will go to Zhouzhuang tomorrow.

I have to pay back ten taels of silver for the young man.

If you promise your friend, you must do it even if you die.
To be continued...