Jinfeng knew nothing about who the middle-aged man was.
As long as she thought of the hundred spirit stones she was about to receive, she felt full of passion. As for what the person's real purpose was and what was in the letter, she didn't care.
He ran forty-hundred miles on the road, feeling that the three of them had been thrown away. Jin Feng leaned against a tree and gasped for a long time.
Suddenly, three black shadows fell from the sky, and the finished font surrounded her.
"Who?"
At the first moment, Jinfeng pulled out his dagger and looked at the person who came vigilantly.
"You still want to run away after stealing my stuff?"
The green edge in Zhuang Qiang's hand was like frost, reflecting a white halo in the sunlight, approaching the golden phoenix step by step.
So fast?
Jin Feng suddenly felt a little nervous. She wanted to hand over the letter, but when she thought of the hundred spirit stones, she felt a little reluctant to let go. She bent her knees and bent her dagger across her chest.
"A few of you are famous disciples, why bother with me, a weak woman?"
She looked at the faces of the three with a weak and pitiful tone, and was ready to attack with all her might at any time.
Zhuang Qiang stretched out his palm forward and signaled the other party to take the initiative to hand over.
After a moment of stalemate, he suddenly rushed forward, and the sword in his hand swept out with exquisite steps. In a blink of an eye, the tip of the sword had reached the golden phoenix's snow-white neck.
A light stab...
The red blood beads flowed out along the neck, and the slight tingling sensation and cold sword energy made Jin Feng put away his last stubbornness.
"I'll hand it over, I'll hand it over!"
Under the threat of death, she had no luck anymore and quickly took out a letter and handed it out carefully.
Zhuang Qiang's eyes slightly swept across the envelope, and the seal was brightly painted and intact.
It was not until this time that he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he felt disgusted with the woman in front of him who deceived his feelings.
The woman's face was bursting into tears again, her whole body trembled, and she was silent as if she was cold.
But Zhuang Qiang knew that everything he saw in front of him was just a woman's disguise.
Although he went up the mountain to learn swords since he was a child and had shallow social experience, it does not mean that he is a fool.
On the contrary, he is very smart.
After a sincere and honest experience of making friends, he was able to see the other person's hatred from the subtle expressions on a woman's face.
The secret letter has been taken back. The sword in his hand can be easily handed forward half an inch to kill the woman and save some face for himself.
He was considering whether to use women's blood to wash away the stains he left yesterday.
Just in the midst of lightning, with a "journey", the sword in his hand hit for some unknown reason, almost losing his hand.
The woman took this opportunity to escape quickly, while Zhuang Qiang's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and his arm muscles were sore and numb.
A man dressed in a martial arts hat stood on a tree trunk not far away, with his body straight as a gun and a bitter breath.
Even if you carry your hands, it is difficult to cover up the cold murderous intent that is emitted invisibly.
The three great disciples of the Cangyu Sword Sect were facing a great enemy. The woman ran and shouted loudly, "Save me!"
A rotating white light ball in the air rotated around the golden phoenix and returned to the man's hand.
The man showed a mocking smile on his lips, "It's such a waste, this is not done well."
When he finished speaking, Jin Feng stopped running in horror, covered her neck with her hands, and blood spurted out along her fingers, and half of her body was dyed red in an instant.
Before her death, she stared at the man standing on the tree with resentment and fell slowly.
A strong wind blew, and the green weeds on the ground were undulating like waves. A man standing on the treetops hung a scimitar between his waist, looking down at the three people who were facing a great enemy like a cat playing with a mouse.
In an instant, the hunter turned into prey.
"This guy doesn't look like a good guy!"
Dong Yuquan sniffed and looked at the middle-aged man with a cautious look on his face.
"We're not blind!"
The charming and passionate Xiao Tianxiang had a wonderful eyes and unconsciously leaned against the senior brother beside her. It seemed that only this man could give her a little sense of security.
"What are you doing when the enemy is in front of you?"
Zhuang Qiang was used to the behavior of his junior sister taking advantage of him from time to time, but the middle-aged man was fierce and strong, which gave people a very dangerous feeling.
He pushed Xiao Tianxiang away without any pity, which made the beautiful woman look resentful.
Obviously, my senior brother understands her little thoughts very much.
Zhuang Qiang had never gone down the mountain before, nor had he had a bad relationship with others.
If the so-called intrigue among the disciples of the sect is counted as striving to be the best!
The middle-aged man did not hide his malice, and the two sides had no communication. The sharp blade of the spinning blade and the long sword that pierced out fiercely collided.
The middle-aged man dressed up as a man from the martial arts world, his moves were fierce and his sword was killed. Zhuang Qiang was not an ordinary person. When he used the Dragon Sword Technique in his hand, his sword light was tremendous and his steps were as exquisite as the stream flowing among stones.
Dong Yuquan followed closely behind, so he naturally would not appreciate his senior brother's tricks.
Together with Xiao Tianxiang, he waited for an opportunity to attack the middle-aged man with a sword.
The middle-aged man slashed out with a knife, forcing the three of them to retreat with a full sword, and laughed wildly, "A bunch of little kids, what's the point if there are a few more? How could I be afraid of you?"
The man who had not taken a step back pointed his toes on the ground and flew forward. When his strong arm was swung out, the blade collided with Dong Yuquan's sword.
With a "bang", Dong Yuquan's tiger's mouth broke, and his sword blew away, and his figure quickly retreated.
The middle-aged man bullied himself and had to kill Zhuang Qiang's helper first, and then slowly kill him.
Xiao Tianxiang immediately made up his seat to stop the man. With a delicate shout, the sword walks around the dragon, with a bit of a peerless sword girl's style.
The three-foot green hair and the graceful figure complement each other, and the willow eyebrows and almond eyes are cold.
The man grinned, blocking the knife in his hand left and right, and in the dazzling spark, the man's burly body pressed step by step. Xiao Tianxiang felt that the opponent's force of the knife was getting bigger and bigger, his arms were sore and numb, and he could hardly hold it.
Keep the sword.
The long sword was like a willow branch destroyed by the strong wind, and it kept swinging as the knife slashed. At the same time, her breathing became more rapid.
The energy is in chaos.
He grew up in the Cangyu Sword Sect since childhood and looked up to the Qingzhou Sect. Zhuang Qiang also underestimated the casual cultivator in the past.
I thought they were just rats in the sewer, and I was fond of some practice resources that Cangyu Sword Sect looked down upon every day, but I forgot that the hard environment can train people and stimulate their potential.
The middle-aged man was obviously only at the eighth level of Qi refining. His ruthless moves, tricky moves and countless killing experiences are far from comparable to the three flowers growing up in the greenhouse.
Zhuang Qiang is not weaker than a man, and his spiritual power and moves are also more exquisite, but for some reason, he has been suppressed and beaten by the other party since the beginning.
The man even had leisure and elegant pleasure to appreciate Xiao Tianxiang's graceful figure.
If it is normal, that's fine!
But now losing will mean death. Zhuang Qiang dares to relax at all, and he is focused on fighting with him, struggling to deal with the endless strange sword movements of men.
"Little beauty, don't worry. When I get these two annoying guys, I will use the sky as the room and the ground as the bed to enter the bridal chamber with you."
The middle-aged man's expression was relaxed, and he forced Zhuang Qiang and Dong Yuquan to retreat with a knife. The greedy eyes swept over Xiao Tianxiang's tall chest.
"Go to die!"
In front of his sweetheart, Xiao Tianxiang said such despicable teasing words. He was both ashamed and angry. The sword in his hand stabbed out like raindrops, but he could not hurt the man at all.
Zhuang Qiang was furious and laughed, "Evil thief, today, I will kill you to eliminate harm for the people."
Zhuang Shuai is a genius of the Sword Sect, and as his younger brother, he is working hard to practice with his elder brother.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, the eldest brother's back became more and more distant and difficult to reach.
This was a thorn in his heart!
Today, the middle-aged man kept stimulating with words. Zhuang Qiang's spirit was extremely tense and angry, and he wanted to remove the person in front of him.
In the opponent's sharp attack, his sword skills became more fierce, and he slowly showed his unique sword intent.
He was willing to take death as if he was ready to go and wanted to pull the other party into the water.
Do not avoid the blade and fight for your life, just like a wild beast in trouble, bursting out into unimaginable wildness.
The howling sword wind enveloped the middle-aged man. The man seemed to have discovered Zhuang Qiang's difference. His expression was gradually solemn, and he lost the freehand painting of playing.
Dong Yuquan's right hand was hurt, and blood dripped. He tore off a piece of his sleeve, tied his injured right hand tightly, stared at the two people in the fierce battle, sniffed, bent down to pick up the falling sword
.
"Senior brother, I'll help you!"
Zhuang Qiang's momentum rose, and Dong Yuquan and Xiao Tianxiang seemed to see hope for victory.
The two cheered up and fought again with the middle-aged man who didn't know who he was fighting again.
The man didn't expect that Zhuang Qiang could fight back in adversity, and he was a little angry for a moment.
There were only three silver-sampled gun tips, which would force him to feel dangerous.
"Die!"
The man shouted violently, and the crescent moon-rounded blade body cut out a blue sword energy, forcing the three people around him back.
The man held the blade with his left hand and slowly slid. The blade was stained with red blood wherever he passed. In an instant, the blood was absorbed by the blade, and a red halo appeared in the blue blade.
"I've had enough fun, it's time to send you there!"
The middle-aged man showed a bloodthirsty smile, rushed forward, and threw a scimitar forward.
The red scimitar seemed to be pulled and rotated in the air, and the "buzzing" sound of the wind was breathtaking.
The sword turned to Dong Qingquan first. Dong Qingquan quickly raised his sword to block it. Seeing that the sword was about to hit, the scimitar strangely walked around the long sword in front and slid past the side.
"Junior brother, be careful!"
The blade was picked up by Zhuang Qiang's long sword half an inch away from Dong Qingquan, and began to circling around and wait for an opportunity to move.
Dong Qingquan was covered in cold sweat. In just that second, he could feel the coldness behind his neck. The moment before death almost drained his energy.
The whole person is in a state of being separated from the soul.
The rotating scimitar was controlled by the middle-aged man, and it was erratic and extremely dangerous.
Zhuang Qiang had no doubts. As long as he was a little stunned, the knife would cut off his head in an instant.
The air was filled with tension and oppression. Zhuang Qiang just glanced at the man, saw that he frowned, and his right index finger kept stirring, and the position of the knife continued to change with his finger.
Capture the king first to capture the thief!
He immediately determined the target, and the man without weapons was the highest target.
As for the knife, he didn't care.
Taking a deep breath, he quietly handed Xiao Tianxiang a look. The woman who had been practicing together for many years understood it in seconds, nodded invisibly, and her entire aura became solemn in an instant.
Zhuang Qiang used the Dragon Sword Technique and ran like flying. During his time, his body swung back and forth, rushing towards the middle-aged man in an S-shaped shape.
With a gentle toe, the man's body floated up, and he also noticed Zhuang Qiang's determination to make all his bets.
And the target locked in Xiao Tianxiang.
Zhuang Qiang, who rushed forward quickly, heard a whisper from behind, "Senior Sister, be careful!"
Then there was a scream and a woman's cry of pain.
"Junior brother~"
Zhuang Qiang was in a heavy mood, and he just looked back and his thoughts exploded in an instant, and his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an abyss.
The surface of the scimitar radiating blue and red light was now covered with red blood. As it rotated continuously, the blood splashed everywhere, as if it was a blood rain.
Dong Qingquan, who had just escaped the disaster, had a dazzling scar on his chest at this time, and he fell in Xiao Tianxiang's arms.
The breath was weak, the pupils in his eyes began to dissipate, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Senior sister, finally, I can let you look at me in the first glance!"
He raised his hand to touch Xiao Tianxiang's face, and the blood-stained hand trembled and fell down weakly after it was lifted into the air.
For many years, he has always loved this senior sister in his heart, but in his eyes, Zhuang Qiang was the only one who could not hide his spirit.
Dong Qingquan could only hide all his admiration in his heart. As long as he could be with her, he would be satisfied and would not have any excessive delusions.
Sometimes, he hated why his talent was so weak that he could not be as dazzling as Senior Brother Zhuang and could attract his senior sister's attention.
Today, everything is finally over.
For the last time, Dong Qingquan looked at her senior sister affectionately and closed her eyes without regret in her arms.
“No~”
Xiao Tianxiang let out a shrill cry. As a keen woman, she naturally knew her junior brother's intentions.
However, she already had Senior Brother Zhuang in her heart, and Dong Qingquan was just a relatively close junior brother of her sect in her eyes.
Although she had no relationship between men and women, she had a deep friendship with her classmates. When Dong Qingquan stopped breathing and her body suddenly sank in her arms, Xiao Tianxiang seemed to be trying hard to grasp something that she disappeared with the loss of her junior brother.
She glared fiercely at the sarcastic middle-aged man with his lips, his eyes full of hatred.
"Why, why do you want to kill Junior Brother Dong?"