"Be buried with him, pay with blood? Haha, it's just an unrealistic idea of mediocre people."
The middle-aged man had strong muscles under his vigorous attire and an arrogant expression. He looked at the sprinting disciples of the Sword Sect. With a slight twist of his finger, the revolving scimitar whistled and hit Zhuang Qiang's back with lightning speed.
Seeing that he could not escape, Zhuang Qiang leaned forward while running, like a cheetah, holding the sword in his right hand close to his back. He suddenly stopped and drew a big circle with his left foot on the ground with his right foot as the center of the circle.
Use the tip of the sword as the rod and the body as the axis to remove the inertia of the scimitar.
The bloody scimitar flew straight towards the man, and was grasped by the man in his hand.
"It's true that he is from a famous family, and he has some tricks."
With a mocking tone, the man flew down from the tree branches like a gliding owl, and struck Zhuang Qiang's head with his scimitar.
"Evil thief, die soon!"
Zhuang Qiang blocked the blow with his horizontal sword, but Xiao Tianxiang had already stabbed him with his sword.
The man in mid-air twisted his waist slightly, dodged the sword in a nonchalant manner, and slapped the vengeful woman on the shoulder with his backhand.
Xiao Tianxiang groaned and flew backwards for more than ten feet, with the bones of his left shoulder shattered inch by inch.
Worried about Xiao Tianxiang's injury, Zhuang Qiang subconsciously looked back and saw a long ravine on the ground, which was formed by the junior sister crashing into the ground.
Suddenly, an alarm bell rang in my heart.
Without enough time to block, Zhuang Qiang rolled forward and narrowly avoided the knife that hit his neck. However, the knife was so fierce that it opened a wound that was one foot long and one inch deep in his chest.
Blood splattered immediately, and he was in a trance.
At the critical moment of life and death, he did not care about the pride of the disciples of the famous sect. He rolled around like a lazy donkey to avoid the pursuing scimitar until after more than ten feet, the scimitar stopped attacking.
There is a trace on the ground that looks like blood washed away.
"I didn't expect that I would die here just after I left the mountain!"
Zhuang Qiang resented his own weakness, and couldn't help but picture his elder brother's concerned smile in his mind. That tall figure was still the tallest mountain in Wei Wei that he could not step on.
He clutched the hilt of the sword tightly, and the tip of the sword stood firmly on the ground to support his tired and seriously injured body.
"That's almost it. After seeing you off for a ride, I have to go back to get my life back!"
The middle-aged man smiled ferociously and showed an evil look. He licked his lips with a scarlet tongue and approached step by step. The elusive scimitar hung beside its owner, filled with cold air.
"Who are you anyway?"
Knowing that he was doomed, Zhuang Qiang asked breathlessly.
"As a dying person, it is not impossible to tell you."
The man smiled exaggeratedly, "But, I just want you to die in peace."
"You~"
Zhuang Qiang spurted out a mouthful of blood, not out of anger, but because he was seriously injured.
The scimitar was hanging in the air and circling wildly around its owner, excited to be eating fresh blood.
At this moment, the man's pupils shrank, his toes touched the ground, and he jumped back seven feet.
"Duo" sound!
A sharp kitchen knife was inserted diagonally into the bluestone where he was standing just now.
In the West, a middle-aged man with a wide face and big ears has his hands in his sleeves. On one side is a girl in red and on the other is a woman in green.
With the wilderness at their back and the green mountains in the distance, the three of them came slowly.
Although the speed is slow, every step he takes brings great pressure to the middle-aged man.
When they saw the appearance of the visitor clearly, Zhuang Qiang and Xiao Tianxiang felt weird in their hearts at the same time, and they also had the hope that they might be able to live without dying.
Not to mention the middle-aged man with big ears and the woman in green, the young girl in red is just as good as the middle-aged man.
Bu Xinghuo stretched out his hand to pull it, and the kitchen knife that cracked the ground came out of the ground, returned to his hand, and then was tucked into his big sleeve.
Xiao Tianxiang struggled to his feet and shouted to Bu Xinghuo, "Fellow Taoist, please kill this beast!"
Bu Xinghuo looked at the vigilant middle-aged man and saw that he was ten feet away, maintaining a safe distance for advancing, attacking, retreating and escaping.
"Friends, this is our private matter and has nothing to do with you."
Bu Xinghuo nodded and looked at his junior sister.
After what happened just now, Mo Xiaoran felt that he should not act rashly, lest he misunderstand again and do bad things with good intentions.
She didn't know the middle-aged man, but as for the Sword Sect disciples...
One was dead and the other two were seriously injured and in a miserable state.
He was beaten very badly.
She turned back to look at Bu Xinghuo, "Senior brother, didn't you already ask the people from the Sword Sect just now? They said they don't need my help.
I think the disciples of the Sword Sect are true to their word, every word is a spat, and every spit is a nail, so I would be embarrassed to interfere, right?"
Bu Xinghuo smiled deep in his eyes, Mo Xiaoran was retaliating against Zhuang Qiang's serious rejection of her offer of help.
Xiao Nizi is not a big person, but she does hold a grudge!
Write this down immediately in your notebook.
Zhuang Qiang's eyes widened and he couldn't believe that even though his brother was about to die, these guys from the Wuji Sect were still in the mood to joke.
"Senior brother and sister, it was I who misunderstood you just now. Please don't worry about it. You will be rewarded generously in the future."
A generous reward?
The three Kuhaha looked at each other, obviously moved in their hearts.
Mo Xiaoran was about to take action immediately, but Bu Xinghuo stopped him.
"Little sister, I'd better leave this kind of thing to my senior brother! You're not good at chasing."
The "Secret Technique of Dragging the Sky" practiced by Bu Xinghuo is a profound body technique, which can be called the secret book of flying, implying that the roc spreads its wings to control the sky.
In terms of speed, he is the first among the six.
"Senior brother, this person is very strong. Don't be careless. That scimitar has unpredictable powers. If you are not careful, it will lead to big mistakes."
Bu Xinghuo waved his hand and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Senior brother, just wait a moment, I'll be back soon."
"Hey~"
Zhuang Qiang choked on his words "be careful", and when he spoke, Bu Xinghuo was already far away!
His body shape is really like that of an eagle with spread wings, elegant, light and full of murderous intent.
The middle-aged man sneered, "Since you are seeking death, you can't blame me!"
As he spoke, he used his energy to control the sword, and with a buzzing sound, the scimitar slashed at the hunting man with long sleeves.
"How can you dare to show off your skills to others?"
Bu Xinghuo waved his soft sleeves and swept towards the scimitar. Amidst a clear sound of metal collision, the scimitar flew out slumped, whining, and circled back to the middle-aged man's hand.
Bu Xinghuo swung his arms and raised his body higher and higher. When he was at the highest point, he folded his arms, put his head down and body straight, and hit the middle-aged man straight.
In the somewhat dazzling sunlight, a streak of white gas appeared in the air, and the sound that broke through the air was like a buzzing sound.
With a "bang" sound, Bu Xinghuo stepped on the chest of the man Hengdao, and with the force of the rebound, he spun around in the air and landed suddenly on the ground.
The man who blocked the blow with his machete was very sharp. After the blow, his body slid back several feet along the ground. He put one arm on the ground and turned over.
With just one blow, he knew that the man in front of him was far stronger than the three people just now.
His throat felt sweet, and he forced himself to swallow the blood that surged up. He glanced at Bu Xinghuo, turned around and ran away.
"Did you run away?"
Bu Xinghuo smiled faintly and waved to Mo Xiaoran and Wei Qianfang, "You two junior sisters, please help our senior brother Sword Sect heal his injuries."
He turned around and soared into the sky, chasing the middle-aged man in the air.
Zhuang Qiang really didn’t know what to say!
The fierce and powerful stranger fled like a lost dog.
That middle-aged senior brother from a low-end sect with a broad face and big ears is so impressive!
The opponent who toyed with the applause of his three brothers and sisters could not even take a single move.
For the first time, in front of outsiders, he felt that the reputation of the disciples of Cangyu Sword Sect was at a disadvantage.
It doesn’t seem to be that great!
After the middle-aged man left, Xiao Tianxiang's nervous heart suddenly relaxed. She felt that her whole body was sore and weak, and her whole body collapsed.
The left shoulder bones were shattered and the pain was excruciating. Even if it was cured when I returned home, it would still leave hidden problems.
For young women, this is no different than being disabled!
For a while, I was worried about gains and losses.
Wei Qianfang, who was dressed in Tsing Yi, looked pretty. When she saw Xiao Tianxiang's pale face and deformed shoulders, she felt sympathy in her heart.
He leaned down and looked at her injuries. Xiao Tianxiang's face was haggard. He ignored his own injuries and only looked at his fellow seniors who were stained with blood but stubbornly refused to fall.
"You are seriously injured. Take this Juxu Pill first to heal your injuries."
Wei Qianfang lowered her head and took the elixir for herself.
"Huh~ Thank you very much, but no need, we have our own elixir."
Wei Qianfang thought so too.
The Cangyu Sword Sect, a second-rate sect, has extremely deep resource base, and no lower-rate sect like the Wuji Sect can compare.
Presumably, the elixirs and magic weapons are usually just mediocre, but the quality should be excellent.
Xiao Tianxiang took out a brown smooth elixir and stuffed it into his mouth, feeling the light bitterness spread in his mouth, and then a hint of astringency emerged.
The medicine takes effect very quickly, and the pain of the cracked bone in the left shoulder immediately subsides, and a relaxing numbing and itching sensation spreads in the muscles like an electric current.
"The sect's elixir is still as powerful as ever!"
Xiao Tianxiang took a long breath and felt a lot more relaxed.
"You...you..."
The girl's voice sounded surprised and confused. When she turned her head, Wei Qianfang had a look of pity and sympathy on her face.
no!
Are you, a member of a low-end sect, qualified to look at me like this?
However, considering that the other party had just saved himself and his senior brother, he suppressed his anger and asked, "Junior sister, what's wrong?"
Wei Qianfang started to speak but stopped, hesitating.
"Your medicine...your medicine...isn't it a waste elixir? It's too pitiful."
no!
Xiao Tianxiang thinks it is unbearable. This is a high-level elixir rewarded by the sect master. Why did it become a useless elixir in your mouth?
"May I ask, what kind of elixirs does Junior Sister usually use?"
"They are all very common pills. Look..."
Wei Qianfang took out a Jie Xu Dan. It was round and smooth, with a hint of golden color hidden in the brown color. It had a strong medicinal fragrance, and it was clear at a glance that it was of extremely high quality.
Xiao Tianxiang opened her eyes and leaned over to observe carefully.
"Is this your sect's elixir?"
This is definitely not a pill that ordinary people can enjoy. It definitely cost a lot of money to buy it!
"Yes! There are many more!"
Mo Xiaoran took out a handful of Juxudan pills from his storage bag. Each pill was of the same quality as the one in Wei Qianfang's hand.
Xiao Tianxiang swallowed. Even though he was a disciple of Cangyu Sword Sect, he had never seen such high-quality elixirs in his life.
"For me?"
"Yes!"
She took it from the woman in green clothes without politeness and swallowed it in her belly.
The elixir melts in the mouth and has a strong effect. There is no pain in the left shoulder, only numbness and itching. Through the thin clothes, you can see the slight movement of the muscles and bones.
Not long after, she tentatively kneaded her left shoulder with her right hand, and was shocked to find that her left shoulder was intact.
The injuries from the comminuted bone fractures are all healed!