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In a blink of an eye, the situation suddenly changed.

Fourteen, five disciples of Gujian Mountain have all jumped up from the spring water and by the bonfire. Whether they are naked or with pieces of meat in their mouths, they are all flying swords in their hands and murderous intent. In the blink of an eye, they have set up a formation more than ten feet away.

The strong man in the head stood by the spring, steaming all over. The hair on his chest and lower limbs was messy and dark, and it pierced his eyes. The expression on his face was even more fierce and ferocious.

Wujiu stood there in a daze, inexplicably surprised.

I thought I had met a group of good people, but I had unexpectedly entered the wolf's nest. They were all kind and friendly just now. What's wrong with this?

He looked down at his body, as if he had guesses, but he still couldn't figure it out.

Clothing may be divided into high and low, but there are even differences in sects? Even so, how can I see my background? And where does the so-called Junior Brother Jiang Feng come from?

"You are wearing Junior Brother Jiang Feng's clothes. I thought it was him who came, but I didn't expect that he was an impostor. I'm so bold..."

"Hmph! I dare to kill my disciples from Baijian Peak. I'm so tired of living..."

"The truth is not revealed yet, let's see who you are..."

"Removing the mask, kneeling to death..."

Arrogant shouts came one after another, and manic murderous intent stormed in the narrow valley.

Wujiu waved his hand quickly, but wanted to speak speechlessly.

I am He Tiancheng from Huanglong Valley, not Jiang Feng from Baijian Peak. No matter who it is, the charge of impersonation cannot be eliminated.

Don’t think too much about it, the four monks killed in Longjitan must be fellow disciples of this group! And the disciples of Baijian Peak seem to be the most powerful and arrogant existence in Gu Jianshan. No matter how they see through their own flaws, they are still in a bad situation. Alas, it should be that the way of heaven is tolerant and the world has great love. If you have to fight and kill, why bother to do it!

He glanced at the way behind him and sighed helplessly. If this trip was cut off, he would have to be trapped in Canglong Valley. Then, let alone escape from Gujian Mountain, I am afraid that the light of heaven will never be seen again!

At this time, the naked and strong man in the head was dressed. Seeing that Wujiu was still stunned and dodged his face, he raised his hand and waved his hand and shouted sternly: "The deer-headed and rat-eyed eyes are all in vain. It's either a villain or a traitor! Brothers, don't let him go..."

More than ten sword lights suddenly flew up, and the fog in the valley suddenly clashed and messed up.

Wujiu saw that the opportunity was wrong, so he turned around and ran away.

He is not afraid of fighting alone, but he is too disadvantageous to fight against the crowd with few people. Moreover, a hero cannot defeat four-handed people, let alone a group of guys who are like wolves and tigers!

The strong man was reluctant to give up. He led everyone to chase after him, shouting fiercely, as if a group of eagles were chasing rabbits.

Wujiu just ran with all his strength, thirteen or four feet in one step, flying quickly, and making a stunning cast.

The group of disciples in Gu Jianshan had different cultivation levels and their feet were also different. In a blink of an eye, there were only four and five people led by a strong man who were still chasing each other, and the rest were gradually thrown away. Regardless of the front and back, more than ten sword lights were not idle, just like arrows firing at once, or like stars flying down, with fierce murderous intent roaring away in a mighty manner.

Wujiu had not escaped three or five hundred feet, but he was caught up by Jianguang. Without looking back, he took out a talisman and threw it behind him. In the midst of lightning and thunder, he ran out hundreds of feet. The sword light rushed to attack again, and he had to use the same trick again. Although the talisman was useless, he had at least gained a moment of breathing.

In a moment, the valley mouth was in sight.

In front of the valley is a hundred feet of cliffs. When the cliffs pass by, it is the Longlin River when it came.

Wujiu couldn't help but slow down and hesitated. Behind him was the sword light roaring, and there was no need to hesitate. He quickly waved his arms, but his hands were empty, and then rushed forward and turned around.

No matter how many talismans are, they cannot withstand such troubles. Now they are at the point where they are out of ammunition and food. If they don’t want to embark on the road to turn around, they can only make up their minds to fight!

Four or five figures had chased each of them dozens of feet away, each driving the flying swords and being arrogant. The rest of them rushed over one after another, obviously not missing the opportunity to siege and hunt.

The strong man in the head saw that Wujiu would not run away again, and he was immediately majestic: "Removing his mask, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, thinking about his fellow disciples, may save your life. If you dare not follow, you will be killed without mercy..."

He raised his hand and pointed, and the sword light driven suddenly flourished.

Everyone was unwilling to fall behind and shouted in unison: "Hundred Swords Peaks are mighty! Kill without mercy..."

Wujiu was still flying backwards from the ground, indifferent at all. And his figure suddenly flashed, and in an instant it disappeared in the wind.

The strong man was in full swing, but he lost his opponent. He hurriedly stopped with his companions, his spiritual sense swept across the river, and a faint aura was sneaking around the valley. He was shocked and said loudly: "Invisibility! Be careful of each person, beware of sneak attacks, the man has escaped back to Dragon Pearl Spring..."

And he reminded that there were already frequent situations there.

"flutter--"

Blood splatters, and people's heads are different.

"Be careful..."

The screams came out, and then the "bang bang" sounded, and the two disciples of the Gu Jianshan were caught off guard and were split into four sections by a strange black sword light.

The remaining companions were not worried about chasing each other and were busy. A bad disciple, Shang Zi, turned dizzy and was cut off by the sword light again. He didn't even scream, and he died.

Perhaps because of the blockade, or intentionally, a figure flashed out of thin air, covered in blood, the two eyes on the golden cover were bright, and the magic sword in his hand emitted a black edge of more than meter long. He spat coldly at the ground, and a sharp murderous aura emanated from his body. All the blood stains attached to his body were shaken down, and a faint blood mist exploded around him, turning to the wind, heading straight to the end of the valley.

The strong man in the lead hurried back, and there were four dead bodies on the ground. He yelled at the panicked people, and followed with four senior brothers with high cultivation.

In the valley, a bunch of people and figures are running around.

Wujiu no longer invisible, nor did he panic before. He stepped out more than ten feet in one step, and the magic sword he held dragged a long black light behind him. The mist in the valley was about to approach and was smashed to pieces. And he was still fluttering in his clothes and his momentum was flying.

In a short while, we arrived at the end of the valley.

After a glance, the mountain stream was right in front of it. Not far from the mountain stream was a bonfire, and a middle-aged man and an old man saw a strong enemy approaching, and each held his sword to wait.

Wujiu still had the same situation, and he rushed past the spring water.

A sword light hits towards you, and its power is amazing.

The two ancient sword mountain disciples, more than ten feet away, actually took the lead in attacking.

Wujiu waved the magic sword and slashed it out with a "boom", and the flying sword rolled and rolled backwards. He took the opportunity to move forward and forced his way out. Unexpectedly, an invisible sword energy suddenly arrived and could not avoid it in a hurry. He felt that his chest was hit hard, and his body protection spiritual power was broken, his clothes exploded, and his sharp invaded his body, and he was unable to bear the severe pain. He immediately snorted and flew backwards.

When the man was in mid-air, he realized that the opponent had sacrificed two flying swords, one light and one dark, one virtual and one real. In other words, he was conspired by the invisible flying sword just now. Moreover, the person who attacked the sneak attacker had a strong cultivation level, and he was obviously a master among the feathers.

At the same time, seven or eight figures had chased him dozens of feet away. The strong man in the lead was already furious and roared: "Senior Brother, stop him..."

The old man who was called the senior brother should be the old man, but he refused to respond and only sacrificed his flying sword again. The middle-aged man next to him moved a few steps, just blocking the mountain stream.

Wujiu was dancing in the air, and he stopped his body quickly, but he still couldn't stop it. He fell into the spring in a hurry. The severe pain in his chest and the hot spring water made him unable to bear it, and suddenly screamed and jumped up quickly. Seven or eight sword lights had rushed from all directions, and they were already trapped in a heavy siege and could not escape. However, he gritted his teeth and hummed, and suddenly moved forward. The speed of the casting was lost, leaving only a burst of water splash on the spot.

With a flash of thought, a dull "bang" sound came more than ten feet away.

The old man in front of the mountain stream was still ready to wait. Unexpectedly, a powerful force suddenly came, and it was like a stone flying out of nowhere, silently, but suddenly, rapid, arrogant, and cruel. He could not avoid it at all. He was suddenly hit by the stone wall behind him, his spiritual power disintegrated, his muscles and bones broke, and he almost fainted. Before he could respond, a black sword light was as fast as a ghost, whistling down, and with a "punch", others had turned into two halves.

At this moment, Wujiu's figure flashed out on the spot, holding the magic sword in his hand, and his murderous aura was still there. His golden mask, crazy eyes, flying clothes, fluttering hair, and fierce aura surrounding the upper and lower parts were like a demonic evil god descending to the earth. He killed the old man with one sword, but he did not give up, and his wrists shook lightly, and the blue silk net suddenly left.

In front of the mountain stream, there was a middle-aged man. He was shocked and activated the flying sword and fought hard. He did not forget to turn around and shout, "Senior brothers, work together to capture the evil spirit..."

Then he took action. A green light was covered with his head, and his whole body rose from the ground. Then it was like the collapse of the sky and the earth. The raging force came from all directions, as if the mountains were pressing against the top of him and had no way to avoid him. His muscles and bones were shattered, his flesh and blood collapsed, and his trembling soul instantly sank!

"Ba"

Wujiu waved his arm and swung it. The green light hit the stone wall hard, and then suddenly dispersed, and then a figure fell. It was the man guarding the mountain stream that had become a dead person. The blue silk net was about to appear, and the green light flashed again, and it instantly swept away the barbecue pieces on the bonfire several meters away.

He removed two powerful opponents one after another, and was only between lightning and fire, as fast as thunder, killing fiercely, but also like flowing clouds and water without any fear. The road was clear, and the mountain stream was right in front of him. Then he suddenly turned around and pointed his sword in all directions. The magic sword still radiated with light, and murderous intent was rippling away. The sharp momentum swept away, as if a crazy bloody killing would be launched at any time!

Two or thirty feet away, seven or eight Taoist figures stood in a daze.

The strong man in the lead was thinking of taking advantage of the situation to siege, but unexpectedly the situation reversed instantly. He looked at the solemn and independent man in front of the mountain stream and couldn't help but shudder.

The man's cultivation should be similar to his own, and the magical powers he used were also ordinary, while the black sword in his hand was extremely rare and unstoppable. Especially his golden mask and cold eyes showed a kind of evil and fierce ferocity, and the ruthlessness of Xiao Sha Tian and the earth...

Wujiu did not delay, looked down on his eyes, turned around and stepped into the mountain stream, and disappeared in an instant.

The strong man was stunned for a moment, suddenly woke up, and hurriedly shouted: "Chasing——" mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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