In Tianlang Valley, the four great innates are facing each other, and the two camps are clearly divided.
"Wu Qingbai, you traitor, you dare to have evil intentions against the palace master, you are tired of living!" Ma Yixiao shouted with his eyes wide open, holding a sword in his hand.
Wu Qing stood not far away, holding a sharp sword, and said coldly: "Meng Luochuan is a dandy. If the old palace master hadn't spent a lot of resources to cultivate him, how could he have achieved what he is today. A waste, he is not qualified to hold the position of palace master.
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Ma Yixiao snorted coldly: "You are not allowed to insult the palace master. Now that your situation is over, I advise you to surrender without mercy. The palace master is merciful and will give you a way to survive!"
"Haha, a way out, this sentence is a lie. It's so ridiculous, you should think about it for yourself!" Wu Qingbai shook his sword, appearing calm and unhurried.
The witch horse dressed in purple shouted sternly: "Why, you still dare to resist in this corner? The palace master cherishes your talents and thinks that you are also a member of Tianque Palace and does not want to kill you. Those who know the current affairs are heroes, otherwise they will die!"
Tie Qiaosi carried his Bagua Xuanhua ax and said in a low voice: "Even if I die, I will not bow to a mediocre person!"
"Stop talking nonsense, the matter has come to an end. I'm here to see the real deal! Mr. Wu, kill them. I will take care of Tie Qiao Temple." Ma Yixiao roared, his whole body burst out, and struck the strong figure with a lightning-like knife.
The majestic Tieqiao Temple.
Tie Qiaosi roared: "Take your life!" Like a mad bull, he rushed towards the opponent, holding the Bagua Xuanhua ax in both hands and struck hard.
The battle knife and the battle ax violently collided together, and the powerful impact shook both arms at the same time. The two men each retreated several steps, and each step made a big hole in the ground.
"Huh, I'm just going to play with you today!" Ma Yixiao laughed loudly. Their side had the advantage, so their morale was naturally high.
Tie Qiaosi looked downcast and cursed angrily: "Don't be too proud of yourself!" One step covered a distance of several feet, and the speed was simply astonishing. The substantial innate flame filled the axe, and he twirled his hands and struck at the opponent like a hot wheel.
Both sides are in the realm of innate real elixirs. Even if they break out in strength, they can only be equally matched.
Ma Yixiao was waiting, waiting for Wu Ma to deal with Wu Qingbai's junior, and the two of them joined forces again to kill Tie Qiao Temple.
Over there, Wu Qingbai and Wu Ma also started fighting. The two sides were going back and forth, swords were flashing, sparks were flying, and a series of collision sounds were heard endlessly.
Virtual elixir and real elixir are two completely different levels. Unless your perception of the power of heaven and earth exceeds that of the other person, you may still be able to compete.
It's a pity that Wu Qingbai has been in the innate realm for more than 20 years, and his understanding of the way of heaven is still very shallow. Compared with a strong man like Wuma who has been practicing for more than a hundred years, his strength is very different.
As soon as the two sides exchanged blows, Wu Qingbai was struck twice by the opponent's sword before he could survive ten moves, and he was instantly at a disadvantage.
"Escape!" Wu Qingbai looked horrified, and immediately ran away like crazy, rushing directly towards Tieqiao Temple.
"Where to escape!" Wu Ma was chasing after him, and with a flash of his figure, he narrowed the distance between him and Wu Qingbai.
When Ma Yixiao saw this scene, he couldn't help laughing: "Tie Qiaosi, you are finished, haha!"
Tie Qiaosi's heart sank. If Wu Qingbai was killed and faced with the two innate real elixir realms joining forces, he would inevitably die. Thinking of this, he went crazy and brandished the Bagua Xuanhua ax to strike at the opponent repeatedly.
Wu Qingbai didn't know whether he was panicking or running this way on purpose. He swung his sword and struck Ma Yixiao quickly.
"I don't know whether to live or die!" Ma Yixiao sneered and slashed Tie Qiaosi backward with his sword. He turned around and struck at Wu Qingbai.
Who knows, Wu Qingbai just swung his sword and collided lightly with the sword, and used his strength to dodge away.
In vain, a sharp sword light flashed from behind him, stabbing Ma Yixiao's neck like a heavy rain.
The sudden scene caught people off guard. Ma Yixiao had no time to defend himself and was instantly stabbed in the throat, penetrated from front to back, and blood spurted out on the spot.
He widened his eyes and stared at the culprit with hatred: "Wuma, you...!"
Yes, the sword that stabbed his throat was none other than Wuma, the master of Jinsha Hall.
Wu Ma and Wu Qingbai were fighting madly just now, but it was just for fun. The purpose was to get close to Ma Yixiao and launch a sneak attack while the opponent was not paying attention.
Ma Yixiao has always regarded Wu Ma as one of his own, and he has an absolute advantage. How can he think about guarding against the other party?
Unfortunately, he was too careless, and in the end he was attacked by a witch horse, killing him with one blow.
He probably didn't even know before his death why there were traitors in their camp.
"Brother Ma, everyone is their own master, don't blame me!" Wuma easily pulled back the bloody sword, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Poor Ma Yixiao became the first victim of Tianque Palace.
"Wuma, what do you mean?" Tie Qiaosi stood not far away and stared at Wuma warily, with a look of disbelief on his face. What on earth was going on? At the critical moment, Wuma actually killed Ma Yixiao.
Wu Qingbai put away his sword and walked over, sneering: "Uncle Tie, I forgot to tell you something!"
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On a road covered with weeds, a team of about three to four thousand people advanced slowly and vigorously, leaving countless footprints on the road.
During the battle at Tianlang Valley, many sect disciples suffered considerable injuries, and all of them were stained with blood and looked disgraced.
However, since Chase Lu showed his terrifying strength and defeated the Wolf Cavalry in one fell swoop, everyone's morale has been boosted, and their eyes are full of excitement.
A while after the killing, there was a lot of discussion in the team. Everyone was still talking about the battle in which the unparalleled swordsman shocked the wolf cavalry. It was so wonderful that people were full of praise.
A pair of eyes stared at the lean figure walking behind the carriage, full of awe.
Lu Chen laughed dumbly, he just killed a group of low-level monsters. What's so surprising, these acquired warriors made such a fuss.
This is how it is in Jiuzhou Continent. The strong are respected. As long as you have strength, you will be looked down upon wherever you go.
Dark clouds were rolling and rumbling in the sky, and the atmosphere seemed a bit depressing. Along with a burst of lightning and thunder, a drizzle began to fall between the sky and the earth, and the whole world was completely white.
The desolate road soon became muddy, the cold wind howled, and the road was winding. The march became difficult and painful, and the speed of the journey naturally slowed down.
In the carriage, Meng Luochuan hugged his gentle and delicate body, his expression full of worry.
"Luochuan, what's wrong? You seem a little uneasy, cough!" Wen Wan looked at Meng Luochuan's handsome profile and said worriedly.
Meng Luochuan patted his wife on the shoulder and said gently: "It's okay, your body is weak, have a good rest, and leave everything to me!"
"Luochuan, I see you are always worried. Do you really want to be the palace master?" Wen Wan said softly.
Meng Luochuan smiled bitterly and said: "When you are in the world, you can't help yourself. In fact, I don't care much about the position of the palace master, but I can't be sorry for my father's painstaking cultivation. The Meng family's thousand-year foundation cannot be passed on to me and ruined.
Once in a while."
"Luochuan, I'm very scared, afraid of losing you! It would be great if we were born in an ordinary family." Wen Wan's pretty face was pressed tightly against Meng Luochuan's chest, with a worried look on her face.
Meng Luochuan gently stroked her soft black hair and sighed softly: "If our love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night? Wen Wan, don't worry, I will take you away after I deal with the troubles in Tianque Palace."
Kyushu, we have traveled far and wide to live our happy days."
"Really?" Wen Wan said in surprise.
Meng Luochuan nodded with a smile and said softly: "Yes, I promise you. My father always had high expectations for me and worked hard to cultivate me. He hoped that I could succeed the palace master and carry forward the reputation of Tianque Palace. It's a pity that I
I have always been infatuated with mountains and rivers and have not inherited his mantle. My father hates Jiuquan. As a son of a man, it is really unfilial. Now that the palace is troubled by internal and external troubles, I cannot let go."
"But killing will always cause trouble!" Her gentle and beautiful eyes were full of anxiety.
Meng Luochuan said: "You are right, do good to others and do good to yourself. No one likes killing all the time. Unfortunately, the land of Kyushu has been in constant disputes. For thousands of years, no one can rule the world. We are in chaos and have to
Learn to protect yourself!"
"When this matter is over, let's fly away!" Wen Wan suddenly said.
Meng Luochuan was stunned for a moment, hugged her tightly, and said tenderly: "With you, from now on, we will join hands in the world, and we will depend on each other for life and death!"
"Luochuan, what's hanging on your chest is a bit annoying!" Wen Wan touched Meng Luochuan's chest and suddenly said in surprise.
Meng Luochuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled calmly, and took out a pendant from his neck. The pendant was inlaid with a delicate purple crystal, which faintly exuded weak fluctuations: "This is a token held by the successive masters of our Tianque Palace, named Xuan
Turtle Secret Armor!”
"Your token of Tianque Palace!" Wen Wan's eyes flashed with strange brilliance, and her beautiful eyes looked at the pendant without blinking.
Meng Luochuan responded: "Yes, this token was accidentally obtained by the founder of the Tianque Palace sect in a small tribe in the prehistoric times. It has a mysterious power. Later, it was brought back to the sect and enshrined as a sect token. The palace masters in the past dynasties only have
Only after holding it and getting approval from the elders of the sect can you officially take over the Tianque Palace!"
"So that's it. Without you, this is the token of Tianque Palace. This gem is so beautiful!" Wen Wan touched the purple gem and couldn't put it down.
Meng Luochuan smiled and said: "Isn't it beautiful? When I take over Tianque Palace, I will give it to you as a token of love. Speaking of which, we have known each other for such a long time and I have never given you anything good!"
"You want to give it to me. This is a token of your Tianque Palace, a priceless treasure?" Wen Wan was stunned for a moment.
Meng Luochuan reached out and gently pinched Wen Wan's delicate chin, and said with affectionate eyes: "Compared to you, a gem is nothing. In my heart, you are my priceless treasure!"
"Luochuan!" Wen Wan gently called the other party's name, and a warm current flowed in her heart.
Meng Luochuan leaned down and kissed her gently. At that moment, his gentle and fragile body seemed to be hit by an electric current.
