"You dare to poison people, you are despicable and shameless!"
The scene in front of me was a bit funny. A group of ruthless Tao masters dressed in black skeleton clothes, with angry faces, chased Zhuo Mufeng who was retreating, while shouting curses.
It made Zhuo Mufeng look like a villain, while they were just decent people who were framed by conspiracies and conspiracies.
"Bah! Who is using poison to harm people? You have administered the poison first. It makes sense. Brother Liao, please don't be polite. Quickly chop up these evil and crooked people."
Zhuo Mufeng tried his best to retreat, using up all his strength. He was afraid that one of them would not be caught in time. At the same time, he held the sword in both hands and struck out with sword energy carrying the perfection of essence, blocking the opponent from the air.
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The ruthless Tao masters who were recruited were all furious, saying that they were evil demons and crooked ways. This kid used poison as soon as he came up, and ran away after poisoning. This kind of sneaky trick was much more slippery than the evil demons and crooked ways like them.
"die!"
Several of the most powerful Wuqingdao masters smashed their sword energy and were about to catch up. Suddenly, a blood-red sword flashed from the side, like thunder, dragging a red curtain wherever it passed.
Separated Zhuo Mufeng from everyone in Wuqingdao.
Two clanging sounds.
Under the force, the two Qingqing Dao masters flew out. The other two were even more powerful, shattering the blood-red sword light, and brazenly fought with the charging Liao Qixiong.
Liao Qixiong slashed horizontally and vertically, waving his arms too fast, and even produced a layer of faint shadows, resisting the attacks of the two masters one after another. As the power was transferred to the blade, it shocked the two Qingqing Dao masters away.
Without giving his opponent a chance to breathe, Liao Qixiong rushed out again, slashing out with violent force like water flowing out of a long river.
The Wuqingdao master who was targeted screamed and waved the White Dragon Yanyue Sword to resist. As a result, his arms burst into blood on the spot, and the back of the Qingyue Sword cut off half of the Wuqingdao master's face.
Liao Qixiong shouted wildly, raised his energy, and struck out with another bloody sword light, stopping the two ruthless Tao masters who were chasing Zhuo Mufeng.
"Damn it!"
The Wu Qing Dao masters guarding in front of the tower were furious. Not only did Liao Qixiong have superb sword skills, he was also incredibly fast, and he was stunned to intercept them within a certain range.
After a while, everyone's skills continued to decline. Occasionally, someone broke through the defense, but saw the panicked boy advancing instead of retreating. His momentum was like a rainbow, and he split his opponent in half with a sword.
"You ruthless evildoer, today Zhuo Mufeng will do justice for heaven!"
Guessing that the potency of the medicine had almost been exerted, Zhuo Shaoxia changed his attitude and charged away fearlessly, which is like a person who hates evil as much as he hates it.
What most angered the Wu Qing Tao masters was that this little bastard had practiced some martial arts, and howling wildly made them dizzy. His skills were severely damaged, his body was swaying, and he became a human-shaped target. He was stabbed one by one by Liao Qixiong.
, it’s really not easy to kill.
This situation made Zong Hua change his face in horror. He held the sword with both hands and fired into the distance. Suddenly, sound waves came from his ears. He didn't have much internal strength left. How could he stop it? His speed suddenly dropped sharply.
"No!"
Without turning around, Zong Hua felt a sharp sword energy coming at him, and he forcibly moved his body sideways to avoid it. However, the person behind him had a faster sword speed and swung diagonally upon seeing it.
In the burst of blood, Zong Hua was divided into upper and lower parts.
Before today, he probably never dreamed that he could even arm-wrestle Wu Yuanyuan, but he would die in the hands of Zhuo Mufeng, who only had Zhenqi cultivation.
Seeing that more and more people were dying, the remaining masters of Qingqing Tao were defeated and panicked. The poisonous effects were still continuing, and they were quickly killed by Liao Qixiong and Zhuo Mufeng.
"Master, this poisonous mist is so powerful. Fortunately, I swallowed the antidote. Where did you get it?"
Looking at the corpses on the ground, Liao Qixiong asked with some surprise.
He knew very well that without Zhuo Mufeng's poisonous mist and the many ruthless masters guarding here, he would have died without knowing how he would have died, let alone breaking into the tower.
"Poison? Where did the poison come from? It was obviously this group of evil spirits who used poison against us, but we turned an army against us. Brother Liao, I will talk about the details later. The most important thing is to save the adoptive mother."
Zhuo Mufeng put his sword into its sheath, exercised his skills, and cautiously entered the Bishan Tower, with a look of probing his head.
Liao Qixiong was startled, suspecting that his ears had heard something wrong. When he realized something, his expression twitched. He looked back at the corpses on the ground and felt a little sad for these people. It didn't matter if they were dead. Why bother taking the blame for others?
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However, Zhuo Mufeng said something right. The most important thing now is to save his wife. We will talk about other things later. Liao Qixiong hurriedly gathered his energy and took the initiative to walk in front of Zhuo Mufeng to explore the road.
The inside of Bishan Tower is not big. There is a rotating wooden staircase on the left side. The two of them did not dare to make any noise and flew up all the way.
The fighting outside the tower just now was so loud that it was logical that the people inside the tower could not have heard it, but there was no movement. If there was no one in the tower, it was impossible for the group of ruthless Tao masters to be stationed there. This was a strange situation.
The two of them were shocked and confused.
The two of them became more and more cautious, but their speed was not slow. Especially Liao Qixiong, who was concerned about his wife's safety and had a knife in his hand, ready to fight at any time.
The upper floors were still empty, but as they approached the seventh floor, a faint sound of waves and conversations entered the ears of Zhuo Mufeng and his wife.
The two looked at each other, slowed down their pace, and almost climbed up the steps little by little.
If Miao Qingcheng is dead, it will not help if they rush in hastily. If Miao Qingcheng is still alive, they should be more careful, otherwise they will only do bad things.
Liao Qixiong's hand holding the knife was trembling slightly, sweat broke out on his forehead, and his ears stood straight up. Even Zhuo Mufeng was worried about gain and loss.
Having reached this point, there was no turning back. Of course, he hoped that Miao Qingcheng was not dead. Otherwise, he would not be saved, and he would be in trouble. He might have to answer for his life. Wouldn't he be asking for trouble?
Zhuo Mufeng suddenly wanted to slap himself, wondering if his previous action of rushing to save people was too impulsive.
Fortunately, at this moment, a familiar and beautiful female voice came into their ears.
"Master Wu Qingcheng, I advise you, father and son, to leave as soon as possible, otherwise disaster will be imminent." It was Miao Qingcheng, and judging by her tone, it seemed that she had not suffered the terrible fate she had imagined.
Zhuo Mufeng and Liao Qixiong were both happy.
"You stinky bitch, you are just holding on with a third-grade weapon. Hahaha, let's see how long it can last. When I blast it, you will have to taste the most painful torture in the world!"
This was a rough male voice, with a kind of hysterical and ferocious tone.
The door above Zhuo Mufeng was half open and half closed. Behind the door was the highest seventh floor of Bishan Tower. There was actually a small room, a table, three chairs, and a red sandalwood hard board.
A middle-aged monk with a slender face wearing a yellow and red checkered cassock was holding hands with an old monk sitting on a hard futon.
The air between the two of them made a popping sound, and wisps of black and white energy spread like spider webs, causing cracks to appear on the ground and walls.
Not far away, Miao Qingcheng and the pale Miao Chongwei were standing by the window, one on the left and one on the right. Miao Qingcheng held a silver oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and wisps of silver light poured out from the ribs.
And down.
A young man in black with a sinister face placed his fleshy palm against the silver light. As he continued to press the power, his fleshy palm pressed the silvery light inward, only half a foot away from Miao Qingcheng's body.
It can be found that after the silver light is stretched, the thickness of the surface is diluted and has a tendency to collapse.
The young man in black stared at Miao Qingcheng's graceful body, the mature charm exuded in every gesture, and an evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The words just now were spoken by the young man in black.
Miao Chongwei's breath was disordered and he clutched his chest, so anxious that he didn't know what to do.
He only regretted that he was seriously injured and could not help his sister. Instead, he had to rely on her sister's protection. He shouted: "Sister, leave me alone and gather the power of the Tianluo Umbrella around you."
The Tianluo Umbrella and Wu Yuanyuan's third-grade sword are similar in that they can store true energy internally. However, the Tianluo Umbrella can store a larger amount, but it is not offensive.
The silver inner energy flowing out of the umbrella at this moment was exactly what Wu Guanting injected into his beloved wife. However, it was obvious that after a long period of consumption, there was not much silver energy left.
Miao Qingcheng's face was calm, and he ignored his brother's words. He just looked at the young man in black with evil eyes, shook his head and said: "You are ruthless, after all, you are just a chicken and a dog.
In fact, before that, you only need to say hello and order your subordinates to jointly attack the Yinmang Zhenqi, and my defense will have been broken by now.
However, you are sucked by my husband's silver energy and cannot separate your hands. Your adoptive father is also competing with the host master for internal strength, fearing that his men will attack you when they arrive."
After saying that, he shook his head again.
The expressions of the young man in black and the middle-aged monk who were told his thoughts changed.
The young man in black smiled ferociously and said: "You bitch, now you are so proud. When I break your defense, I will definitely appreciate your white flesh in front of your brother and taste the taste of the Sanjiang Alliance lady. It must be wonderful."
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He also licked his lips, and with anger in his heart, he pressed his palms inward desperately, and the silver light was stretched again, and he could almost hear a cracking sound.
Miao Chongwei roared with red eyes: "Song Qinghui, if you dare to touch a hair on my sister's body, you will die without a burial place!"
Song Qinghui laughed wildly and said confidently: "A dying man still dares to threaten me?"
Sizzling...
The silver internal energy flowing out of the umbrella ribs became thinner and thinner. Seeing this scene, Song Qinghui smiled even more and concentrated more and more on destroying the defenses.
Click!
There were cracks in the silver light. Song Qinghui tried hard with his feet and planned to strike while the iron was hot. At this moment, a thunderous roar sounded outside the door: "If you dare to harm my wife, you will die!"
The bloody sword light suddenly rushed in, splitting the wooden door into pieces, and struck Song Qinghui's head, fleetingly disappearing in the air.
Unexpectedly, Song Qinghui seemed to have expected it. He raised his other hand and pinched it, directly clamping the bloody sword light with his two fingers. Because of the transfer of skill, the silver light that was about to collapse was temporarily stabilized.
"How dare you show your embarrassment even though you are a trivial person?"
Song Qinghui waved his hand, and the blood-red sword light collapsed. With endless energy, he beat the intruding Liao Qixiong until he vomited blood and flew away.
Just when he had just finished his move, and was about to crush the Yinmang Zhenqi with one blow, another invisible sword energy struck, carrying the energy through the rainbow, and with no return, it slashed towards Song Qinghui's back.