Meng Zhao saw that Cao Zhan did not speak, and hesitated in his expression, and knew what he was thinking,

"Cao Zhan, you don't have to worry about my safety. On the contrary, you have to be more careful. The two people who are suspected of being evil and have excellent combat power. If you can't do anything, you should protect yourself first."

After Cao Zhan thought about it, it was true that the day's exchanges made him truly understand that Meng Zhao's martial arts were so powerful that he was rare among acquired martial artists, and he didn't need to protect or worry at all.

The so-called personal guard has more meanings and comfort than really asking him to stay away from him.

"Yes, young master, I know the importance."

So the three of them allocated their routes. Zhu Guangxi, who had the highest martial arts skills, searched in Yunwu Mountain, Cao Zhan followed the county city, and Meng Zhao broke into the middle and chased in the depths of the Shanlin.

Regardless of whether you gain or not, you will eventually go back to the difficult part of Shanlin's mouth to meet. If there is still no trace after dark, you will go back to the town to wait for the experts to help and make plans.

Swhoosh, the cold wind slapped in front of him like a knife. Meng Zhao, who was flying in the air, had no sense of anything and could not hear it at all, just because there was an invisible dragon of energy surrounding his body, so that water could not be poured in and the wind could not be blown in.

At this time, Meng Zhao was like a man of Mount Tai, flying past the forest with heavy winter snow. Unlike Mount Tai, who climbed with his hands, Meng Zhao used his skills to lift his energy and lighten his body. He stepped on the trunks of these shirt trees that had grown for countless years. He used the force to turn around and flew through the sky, and was swept by the way, and the falling snow fell like colorful things behind him.

After about one stick of incense, Meng Zhao saw the traces left by fierce battles again. On a three-meter-high shirt, he saw a piece of brightly colored rag, which should be the residue of a woman's clothes. I don't know if it was Tang Ling'er's or the female master who ambushed the Fire Dragon Cave. He was overjoyed and knew that it was very likely that he had found the right direction and continued to move forward...

At the end of the shirt forest, behind a narrow pass like the entrance of a gourd is a plain land that is within reach, a line of heaven and earth. At this time, snow is covered with snow, like the Arctic snow river, with birds extinction and beasts not growing.

Next to a frozen stream, Tang Ling'er, who Meng Zhao was pursuing for, was now pale at this time, holding a delicate green sword in despair and regret, leaning against Shi Siming, who had only half his life left.

She was wearing a gorgeous pomegranate red dress, with a graceful figure and a graceful figure. On a slightly dark pretty face, it was as bright as a ripe apple. It was beautiful, but it was like a trapped beast, panic, and her eyelashes flashed with a few ice beads.

The direct disciple of the Fire Dragon Cave who was repeatedly defeated by Meng Zhao was now leaning against a half-person-high huge rock, with a face like gold paper, eyes were scattered, and a few blood-colored plum blossoms were painted on his chest.

The falling snowflakes in the sky hit his hair, dyed his temples white, looking extremely old and weak, as if he was about to die at any time.

Tang Ling'er used her close-fitting handkerchief to wipe the blood on the corner of Shi Siming's mouth, sobbing and regretting,

"Senior Brother, if it weren't for saving me, you wouldn't have been so seriously injured. Everything is me..."

Shi Siming looked at the girl beside him in great pain, but he was extremely pity, and after coughing up bleeding, he said with a forced smile,

"The junior sister does not need to blame herself. It is because of my mediocre ability and low martial arts skills that put my junior sister in danger.

I can use the mysterious fire to break the forbidden method later, burning 30% of the essence and blood, and exploding a desperate blow.

At that time, junior sister, you will seize the opportunity and run out of this pass. I believe Junior Brother Zheng will make the same choice as me."

On the blank flat ground in front of the two, Zheng Kexie and Zheng, who had a scar on his face, exhausted all his strength, used all the essence of the Soft Cloud Dangri Sword Art, and his inner breath filled the meridians. The sword energy was like a spring silkworm sprinkling silk, and the threads were wrapped into a sword cloud, coiled around his body, fighting with a master wearing a hidden cotton robe.

His sword technique is mainly soft and powerful, but it is as fast as thunder and lightning. The sharp sound of breaking through the air, like the roar of a tiger and a dragon, echoing in the wilderness.

However, Zheng Kexie, who was so powerful, was obviously at a disadvantage.

The head was full of sweat, and the heat swelled up, and white mist appeared on the top of the head. After intersecting with the falling snow, the mist spreads more and more, forming a strange scene.

The man who fought with him was wearing a hoodie, couldn't see clearly, had an ordinary figure, and was even a little short.

However, his martial arts are very skillful, with his palms comparable to gold and iron, red as clouds, and other tricks of slapping and interception and pushing are simple and unpretentious, but they contain extremely vicious and powerful energy. Zheng Kexie can only fight against the power, but not fight back.

That great sword wind momentum was just used to force the inner breath to resist the evil spirit.

It consumes internal force without practical use.

Zheng Kexie is also well aware of the wonderful method of using softness to overcome hardness and leverage strength to fight strength, but I am afraid he has already lost.

And above the frozen stream, a woman wearing a precious white fox fur cloak and white skin stood.

I saw her having a melon-shaped face the size of a palm, pink cheeks, and a pair of eyes with autumn water. She was watery and affectionate, with a small nose like jade and a rosy mouth. She was not old, but she gave people a sense of charm that charmed all living beings.

When his eyes were opened, he was fascinated by the mountains, rivers and lakes on the earth were fascinated by it.

Seeing that his companion could not fight Zheng Kexie for a long time, he was quite dissatisfied with his voice, and his voice was as crisp as an oriole singing.

"Xu Laizi, did you not have dinner this morning? How could you deal with a small disciple of the Fire Dragon Cave? It took so long to get it. It seems that your name as the candidate for the Demon Lord Palace is not worthy of your name!"

Her voice was obviously not loud, but because of the internal energy, it echoed very clearly in the ears of several people present, making both sides blush and angry.

For example, Tang Ling'er, Shi Siming and Zheng Kexie are underestimated by their own family. Huolong Cave is one of the nine surnames and thirteen families in the world and the holy land of martial arts. As disciples of the holy land, all of them have good qualifications and outstanding martial arts foundations, but they never thought that one day someone would call them a disciple of the small Huolong Cave, which was so arrogant that they were out of bounds.

The person who was pressing Zheng Kexie to beat him was so angry that he was almost vomiting blood. He was called Xu Laizi, the title he hated the most, and then mocked him for his lack of martial arts. It was simply outrageous.

The people in the Fire Dragon Cave are indeed not as good as him in terms of foundation and martial arts, but they are also elites trained by famous sects. Their skills have some restraint and resolved his magic skills, and they are definitely not incompetent people.

yelled immediately

"Little demon girl, don't mess with my mind. This person has good swordsmanship. This holy son only accompanied him for a few more moves when he saw Lie Xinxie."

After the words came, he saw that his aura was so strong that the aura on his palm was even more intense, and he used a trick, which forced Zheng Kexie to be in a hurry.

Then the man shouted angrily,

"Save it."

Then he saw the sword in Zheng Kexie's hand thrown high and rise up.
Chapter completed!