"The so-called spiritual transformation is basically the same as a real sword or a real spear. Both the speed and power are far beyond ordinary sword energy. When can I learn these powerful techniques!"

Fortunately, no one of these two people could surpass him in terms of the degree of spiritual power in their bodies or their physical strength. Even their weapons were far less sharp than him. I was somewhat complacent.

Of course, Qingyun did not dare to get too carried away, because from the exchange of eyes between the two people just now, he deduced that they must have used sound transmission to enter the secret and planned some kind of conspiracy.

With a sneer, Qingyun, after a duel with the older Lao Du, used the starting position of the Magic Sword of the Heavens, pretending to be defeated and taking defense.

"Good opportunity!"

Xiaoma's eyes lit up, and he immediately used his body skills to swim to his side. He immediately saw him forming a seal with one hand, and then several vines suddenly shot out from the ground, instantly tripping Qingyun's feet.

The vine spread up to Qingyun's thigh, and it seemed to have a huge force. Under the twisting, the clothes on the young master's leg oozed blood and were faintly stained red.

Then, Lao Du saw the opportunity and leaped forward. His winding body was like a flying fairy from the sky, and he stabbed Qingyun's divine palace directly with his sword without hesitation.

And Xiaoma didn't stop for a moment after restraining Qingyun. He also went around behind him and stabbed him in the heart with the same sword!

Enemy from both sides!

"court death!"

Seeing this, there was no trace of panic on Qingyun's face. Instead, the cold smile reflected in Lao Du's pupils gave him an illusion.

It was as if he was an ant, while the handsome young man opposite him was the devil who ruled the world.

At this critical moment, Qingyun's body moved!

I saw him leaning back without hesitation, and was stabbed to the core by Pony's sword.

The pony was also caught off guard by Qingyun's sudden move, and his big mouth was a little at a loss.

But in a life-and-death battle, how can we be distracted for a moment!

As Qingyun lay on his back, he barely managed to avoid Lao Du's sword stabbing his forehead, and time seemed to have stopped.

Lao Du could clearly see Qingyun's movements when he raised the Tibetan Feng, but being in mid-air, he couldn't use any more force, nor could he move faster than the opponent's sword energy.

"Nine-curved sword energy!"

Under Qingyun's unparalleled smile, Lao Du first felt that his body-protecting spiritual shield was defeated, and then several rays of sword energy passed through his body one after another.

In the end, his eyes were fixed on the sword pierced from Qingyun's chest. The bright red blood slowly flowed out from the wound, which made him think nonsensically:

"Isn't this kid afraid of pain?"

Then his eyes went dark and he lost his last trace of consciousness.

As Lao Du died, his body flew uncontrollably over the heads of Qingyun and Xiaoma, completely frightening him. The hand holding the sword involuntarily let go, and he fell to the ground.

Obviously, this person does not have much combat experience, nor does he have keen intuition when facing the threat of death. At first glance, Qingyun can tell that he is just a little flower in the greenhouse.

Then the young master struck the ground with one palm, jumped up in a strange posture, and then slowly pulled out the sword that penetrated his entire heart from behind, and swung it left and right, and the vines wrapped around his legs were cut open.

"Huh~"

He looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh of relief. At this moment, Qingyun was covered in blood, both his own and that of Lao Du who had been disembowelled by him.

In Xiao Ma's eyes, the young master seemed to be the Nine Nether Demon with overwhelming evil aura. His breath was filled with fishy wind, and his steps were filled with rain of blood. He could not tell whether Qingyun's pupils were naturally red or whether they were flowing blood.

It's a pity that behind the intertwining of fear and hope, there is often a smooth road to hell. When I heard the young monk's voice roaring into a broken gong, he shouted in fear:

"Ghost, you are a devil! Say, I will say anything, but don't kill me!"

"Hey, you'll die if you don't tell me, so I'd better stop telling you. I'll save you from complaining that I lied to you later."

He was given a charming smile with blood for free, and the Qilin Devour circulated in the palm of his hand. The poor pony became a mummy, and eventually both body and soul were destroyed, and all his vitality and spiritual power were obtained by Qingyun.

At the same time, the wound that penetrated his chest was also healing quickly. Before anyone noticed, he quickly destroyed the corpses of the other two unknown ghosts and wiped away the belongings in their treasure bags like locusts passing by.

, then he came to the unconscious masked boy with satisfaction.

In fact, he originally planned to get some words out of the pony's mouth, but this is Jing Citian's battlefield. Isn't the identity of these killers obvious?

Moreover, if someone discovers that he has killed a monk from Kyushu, the sewage cannot be washed away by jumping into the Yellow River. It is better to stay away from here quickly, because there will be no evidence to prove it anyway.

Qingyun was stunned as he suddenly pulled off the mask of the masked boy.

"Isn't this Lu Donglin!"

The acting leader of Jing Citian!

No matter how ignorant this person is, he still knows him in today's ancient ruins, but what I can't figure out is that this person wants to harm him?

"Brother, when did I offend you?"

His scalp was almost scratched. Qingyun Leng didn't quite understand where he had angered this man.

What's more troublesome is that this person is currently the leader of Jing Ci Tian's disciples, but he has killed three masters of the Yuan Hua realm. If he saves him, he will definitely be punished by his army, even without rest.

Stop entanglement.

But after some inspections, he found that although the kid was seriously injured, he still had a breath. If he really didn't do anything to deal with it, then he might be able to avoid the danger, but it would also make Jing Citian's camp fall into trouble again.

In the midst of huge chaos without a leader.

"Meng Xun is currently in seclusion. Once there is chaos in Jing Ci Tian, ​​​​it will definitely affect her breakthrough. No, this person cannot be killed."

Having made up his mind to spare his life, Qingyun immediately became angry at this boy's actions.

"Tell me, do you have any sense of the overall situation? Now all the monks in Kyushu are in dire straits and are busy fighting. I don't know if they can survive until the entrance to the secret realm opens again. At this time, you are still engaging in rebellion? Okay.

, you want to kill me, why don't you find a few decent masters, but you still have such brains as a leader, how come Jing Citian has a piece of trash like you?"

The more Qingyun thought about it, the angrier he became, especially after seeing Lu Donglin's handsome face that looked like he was sleeping, a burst of anger came out of nowhere, and he slapped a few big ear scrapers on his slightly pale face, beating him alive.

Master Lu's two front teeth were knocked out.

"Forget it, if it weren't for Mengxun's sake, I would definitely let you experience the joy of being poisoned by Kirin Purple Poison!"

Wrapping the face towel around Lu Donglin's swollen face again, Qingyun changed his clothes, then carried the half-dead Master Lu on his back, and galloped towards the Er Shao Gang camp in a swagger.

Half an hour later.

"Brother Yun, this...this...what's going on?"

Looking at Lu Donglin, whose face was as swollen as a pig's head on the ground, and who only had half his life left, Yao Pofeng's mouth was big enough to hold an egg.

"How could I know!"

Qingyun sat down on the ground, breathing heavily. Yao Pofeng quickly ordered people to take strict precautions and lowered the curtains of the tent, and then prepared to check Lu Donglin's injuries.

"Don't look at it. The internal organs were injured. It was internal injuries. Some of them fell asleep."

"Damn, did you hurt him?"

"How can I do that?"

Qingyun glanced at Yao Ershao angrily, and then simply repeated what happened.

"Holy shit, brother, you actually killed three monks who were in the early stage of the Yuanhua Realm with one against three?"

This time Yao Pofeng's mouth may be able to hold two eggs.

"I said it was luck. If they hadn't started fighting among themselves and broke their own arms, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to see me."

"That's very unfair! By the way, you said the person you killed first was called Cao Wen?"

"It should be, that's what I heard the other two people call them."

The expression on Yao Pofeng's face seemed uncertain, and then he asked:

"Well, what do the other two look like?"

"One is about forty years old and has a mustache, and the other is a little younger and looks about the same age as you. He can use a magic that creates vines to entangle people."

As soon as Qingyun finished speaking, Yao Pofeng slapped his thigh and said viciously:

"Damn it, Han Yu, if you dare to touch my brother, I'm not done with you!"

"Why, are they from Han Yu?"

"Yes, these three are all disciples of the Han family and Han Yu's confidants, but Brother Yun, why did you offend Lu Donglin and Han Yu?"

Hearing this, Qingyun's doubts became more intense, and he couldn't help but say:

"I really don't know, but based on what I just saw and heard, it was Lu Donglin who ordered them but they were plotted. If so, it means that Han Yu wanted to attack Lu Donglin, and I just happened to be in the crosshairs of the gun.

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Yao Pofeng blinked and nodded heavily:

"Yes, it's very possible, but why would Han Yu attack Lu Donglin?"

"Usurping the throne."

A cool and sweet sound like wind chimes passed into the camp.

"Sister, you are back!"

Qingyun jumped three feet high and quickly stood up to greet him.

"Usurping the throne? Sister, are you saying that Han Yu wants to seek power?"

Xiao Luoyi's beautiful eyes widened, and he didn't care about Yao Pofeng's title, and then said:
To be continued...