Xiao Qi understood immediately that their move was a mixture of fish and dragon. At first glance, it looked like a fish with a dragon in it. They were just waiting to plot against Chu Li, but they did not expect that the plot would fall on her.
She looked solemn and ignored Liu Kuang and the others.
Liu Kuang said: "Miss, leave us alone, you go first!"
Zheng Jiali shook his head and sighed, looking at Zheng Xueli and then at Xiao Qi, with a painful expression.
Both his daughter and himself were used as bait to catch the big fish of the lady. It was he and his daughter who caused the lady to fall into the trap!
Xiao Qi frowned and ignored him, stared at Bao Fang and said calmly: "If you want to deal with Chu Li, you can just visit Chu Li directly. Why do you need to follow these crooked ways? It's ridiculous!"
"Chu Li is just a shy turtle. When we come to visit him, he has already disappeared without a trace. In other words, he is in seclusion and can't avoid seeing each other. Then let him come to the door on his own!" Bao Fang said solemnly.
Xiao Qi shook his head and said: "You want Chu Li to leave the master and use your power as a landlord to plot against him, right? With your martial arts skills, you are no match for him!"
"Okay, Chu Li's martial arts is very powerful." Bao Fang nodded and said, "So, we have to use some other means!"
"You Blood God Sect is indeed despicable and shameless!" Xiao Qi shook her head gently: "Okay, in that case, then learn the martial arts from the Supreme Elder!"
She was as calm as water. The Taishang Sword Sutra circulated, and the light of the sword became brighter and brighter. Finally, it was as bright as the sun shining directly on it. After a moment, it changed again. The bright cold light slowly converged. It seemed that all the light had penetrated into the long sword. The sword body
Gradually it became ordinary, like an ordinary Qingfeng sword, not even as good as the ordinary Qingfeng sword, its brilliance was dim, and it seemed like a useless sword.
Bao Fang frowned and stared at Xiao Qi's sword and decided to ignore it. Suddenly, his purple robe shook and he unlocked the hidden cultivation level. Suddenly, a sky-high momentum rushed towards him, like a mountain pressing down on him.
Xiao Qi disappeared in a flash, and the next moment the tip of the sword had touched Bao Fang's vest.
If there was a pulley under Bao Fang's feet, he instantly moved a foot sideways. While avoiding it, he turned around and hit the tip of the sword sideways with his palm.
The tip of the sword was raised and thrust straight into the palm of the hand.
Bao Fang's right palm is open, and his five fingers are turning like wheels, moving the sword body.
"Ding..." His fingers were like iron.
Xiao Qi felt the tyrannical power coming from the sword body, and her whole body suddenly trembled and her body stagnated.
Bao Fang's cultivation level is far superior to hers. He can defeat ten groups with one force. The Taishang Sword Sutra has infinite mysteries, but he can't do anything under his disparity in cultivation level. He can't even try to remove his power.
The so-called Supreme Elder is a person who lives in seclusion and has a cultivation level of more than a hundred years, or even two hundred or three hundred years. He is originally a person who sits within the sect and will not take action unless it is a matter of life or death.
Although Xiao Qi's cultivation has increased rapidly, it has not reached the level of Chu Li. Twenty years of cultivation cannot equal two hundred years.
Bao Fang's movement skills were extremely fast. He took advantage of Xiao Qi's delay and rushed forward to slap him.
"Ding..." Xiao Qi only had time to draw her sword across her chest.
The violently trembling sword hit Xiao Qi's towering chest, and she flew backwards, spurting out a mouthful of blood in the air. Her face suddenly turned pale. The power of this palm was beyond imagination. She was worthy of being an elder.
Bao Fang suddenly jumped in front of her and slapped her with his palm. There was a bright red color on his palm, as if it was dotted with cinnabar.
Xiao Qi swung his sword and stabbed out.
"Ding..." Bao Fang used his old technique again, his five fingers like wheels vibrating open the long sword.
Xiao Qi spat out another mouthful of blood in the air and flew higher.
Bao Fang followed up with another palm.
"Ding..." Xiao Qi tried her best to hold the sword, as weak as a child. If she continued like this, she would definitely die.
She suddenly took a deep breath in the air, and without caring about her injured internal organs, she forcibly performed the secret technique. Suddenly, her white clothes fluttered like a fairy trying to ride on the wind.
Her face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and her eyes were extremely calm, as if she had no human emotions, she was absolutely calm.
"Tsk!" The sword was surprisingly fast.
The tip of the sword passed by, and the little finger of Bao Fang's right hand fell off.
"Ah..." Bao Fang roared in disbelief.
His cultivation was extremely profound, and he had been trying his best to attack the gods. Beating Xiao Qi was like an adult beating a child. He never expected that he would suffer such serious injuries, and his little finger would be cut off.
Xiao Qi snorted softly, her figure flickered in an unpredictable way, and another sword passed by.
"You have to die——!" Bao Fang roared and rushed forward, his left palm as red as blood, and he smacked it with a fishy wind.
"Tsk!" Xiao Qi cut off Bao Fang's left thumb with another sword.
After performing the secret technique, her cultivation skyrocketed, but all of it was concentrated on the sword. The sword became surprisingly sharp, surprisingly fast, and beyond imagination. This is the wonder of the Taishang Sword Sutra.
Bao Fang didn't know the magic of her Taishang Jianjing, so he suffered two losses in a row due to his carelessness.
Bao Fang's face was as gloomy as iron, and he rushed forward without saying a word.
"Ding ding ding ding..." The palm of his hand and the sword kept colliding, and his palm became extremely fast, almost as fast as Xiao Qi's sword. As a result, Xiao Qi once again suffered a disadvantage because his cultivation was insufficient.
After more than a dozen hard hits, Xiao Qi was knocked away again, spurting a mouthful of blood in the air.
Bao Fang smiled ferociously and chased after Xiao Qi with his palm, hitting Xiao Qi's back.
"Bang!" Xiao Qi shot out again, faster, and landed heavily on the core tree ten feet away, sliding down softly, and the long sword fell to the side.
She pursed her red lips tightly and stared at Bao Fang, who was slowly approaching.
Bao Fang bent down with a grin, picked up the long sword, and swung it twice: "I will cut off all ten of your fingers and toes one by one, and then cut off all your limbs. Then I will see how Chu Li will
How, haha!"
Xiao Qi pursed her red lips tightly and said nothing.
Bao Fang waved his sword: "Do you want to beg me?"
Xiao Qi said nothing.
Liu Kuang yelled: "Stop! Stop!"
Bao Fang turned to look at Liu Kuang.
Liu Kuang said loudly: "If you dare to harm young lady, the manager will definitely destroy your Blood God Sect, your Blood God Sect will definitely be destroyed!"
"Haha..." The four middle-aged people in purple robes all laughed, including the yellow-faced middle-aged man in purple robes who was covering his heart to heal his wounds.
The blood-clothed magical skill is magical. It transports essence and blood very delicately. No matter how serious the injury is to the body, it can recover quickly. A stab in the heart is only a serious injury and will not be fatal. In this moment, the kung fu has regained its vitality. As long as it is taken good care of, it can be recovered.
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"Okay, then let's wait for Chu Li to come and destroy us!" Bao Fang laughed and waved his long sword.
"Stop!" There was a thunderous shout, a yellow shadow flashed past, and a handsome young man with slender eyebrows stood in front of Xiao Qi, holding a long sword in his hand and glaring at Bao Fang.
Bao Fang frowned and looked at him: "Boy, are you a disciple of the Wuji Sword Sect?"
"Exactly." The handsome young man in yellow shirt cupped his fists and said, "Haodong met the seniors of the Blood God Sect next week."
"What's the point of joining the Wuji Sword Sect?" Bao Fang waved his hand and said impatiently: "Get out of the way!"
"Senior, with such a level of cultivation, how can he be as knowledgeable as a little girl?" Zhou Haodong shook his head and said, "I can't blame you for meddling in other people's business. I hope you can forgive me!"
"Then just rely on your ability!" Bao Fang snorted coldly and slashed with his sword.
"Ding..." Zhou Haodong's long sword was unsheathed and the two swords intersected.
Zhou Haodong took a step back, but blocked the sword and praised: "Senior is really powerful!"
Bao Fang frowned and glared at Zhou Haodong: "It's well-deserved!"
He had also heard of Zhou Haodong from the Wuji Sword Sect. He was a prodigy of the younger generation, only inferior to Wei Wuwei.