"Crazy dog ​​thief, stop me!"

"You dare to poison people with despicableness!"

The scene in front of me was a bit funny. A group of ruthless Taoist masters in black skeletons, with anger on their faces, chased Zhuo Mufeng who was constantly retreating while cursing.

It made Zhuo Mufeng look like a villain, and they were just the righteous people framed by conspiracies.

"Bah! Who is the one who harms people with poison? You are the first to drug it. It's up to you. Brother Liao, please don't be polite. Quickly chop off these evil demons."

Zhuo Mufeng tried his best to retreat, and he even used his strength to take care of himself. He was afraid that he would not be caught in time. At the same time, he held the sword in both hands and slashed out with a sword energy carrying the perfect transformation of the spirit, blocking the opposite side from the air.

All the masters of Wuxu Dao who were caught were furious and said that they were evil demons. This kid used poison as soon as he came up and ran away after poisoning. This kind of trick of cheating is much more scammers than those of these evil demons.

"die!"

Several of the most powerful Wuqing Dao masters shattered the sword energy and were about to chase after him, suddenly a blood-red sword light rushed from the side, like thunder, dragging a red curtain wherever they passed, partitioning Zhuo Mufeng and Wuqing Dao everyone.

Two clangs.

Two ruthless Taoist masters flew out under the force, and two more were better at it. They shattered the blood-red sword light and fought with Liao Qixiong who was rushing towards him.

Liao Qixiong slashed horizontally and slashed his arms too fast, and even produced many faint shadows, resisting the attacks of the two masters one after another. As his skills were passed to the blade, he shook the two ruthless masters.

Without giving the opponent a chance to breathe, Liao Qixiong rushed out again, and the violent sword was like water leaking and slashing out with force.

The targeted Wuqing Dao master screamed and waved the White Dragon Yanyue Sword to block it. As a result, his arms burst into blood on the spot. The Yanyue Sword's back cut off the face of the Wuqing Dao master in half.

Liao Qixiong shouted wildly, and forced his true energy. Another blood evil sword light hit him, stopping the two ruthless Taoist masters chasing Zhuo Mufeng.

"Damn it!"

The ruthless Taoist master guarding in front of the tower was furious. Liao Qixiong not only had a great sword technique, but his body technique was also amazingly fast, and he intercepted them within a certain range.

After a moment, everyone's skills continued to decline. Occasionally, someone broke through the defense, but saw the panicked boy not retreating but advancing. His momentum was like a rainbow, and he even split his opponent in half with one sword.

"The demon of the ruthless Tao, Zhuo Mufeng is going to do the way for heaven today!"

Assuming that the medicinal power had been fully exerted, Young Master Zhuo changed his tide and rushed away fearlessly, which was so jealous of evil.

What made the master Wuqingdao most frightened was that this little bastard had practiced some martial arts, and opened his mouth and roared wildly, which made them dizzy, and their skills were greatly damaged. Their body was shaking and they became human-shaped targets. They were killed by Liao Qixiong with one knife, which was so easy.

This situation made Zong Hua change his color in shock. He held the sword in both hands and shot into the distance. Suddenly, waves of sound waves came from his ears. He didn't have much internal energy left, so how could he stop it? His speed suddenly dropped sharply.

"No!"

Without looking back, Zong Hua had already felt a sharp sword energy slashing towards him, forcibly moving his body horizontally to avoid it. However, the person behind him was faster in the sword speed, and he waved his slant when he saw this.

In the cracked blood, Zong Hua was divided into two pieces.

Before today, he probably never dreamed that even Wu Yuanyuan could wrestle his wrist, but died at the hands of Zhuo Mufeng, who had only the true qi cultivation level.

Seeing that more and more people were dying, the remaining ruthless Taoist master was defeated and panicked. In addition, the influence of the poisonous power continued, so he was soon killed by Liao Qixiong and Zhuo Mufeng.

"Young Master, this poisonous fog is so powerful. Fortunately, I swallowed the medicine. Where did you get it?"

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Liao Qixiong asked in surprise.

He knew very well that without Zhuo Mufeng's poisonous fog, with the many ruthless Taoist masters guarding here, he would not know how to die, let alone break into the tower.

"Poison? Where does the poison come from? It is obvious that these evil demons used poison to us, but we rebel against the generals. Brother Liao, let me explain in detail later. The important thing is to save the adopted mother."

Zhuo Mufeng inserted his sword into the sheath, used his skills to enter the Bishan Tower carefully, looking like he was protruding his head.

Liao Qixiong was stunned, suspected that he had heard the wrong ears. When he understood something, his expression twitched a little. He looked back at the corpses on the ground and felt a little sad for these people. It doesn’t matter if he dies, but he still has to take the blame for others. Why bother?

However, Zhuo Mufeng said right. The most important thing now is to save his wife. Let’s talk about other things later. Liao Qixiong hurriedly cheered up and took the initiative to walk ahead of Zhuo Mufeng to explore the way.

The interior of Bishan Tower is not big, and there is a rotating wooden staircase on the left. The two of them dare not make any noise and flew up the road.

The fighting outside the tower just now was shockingly loud. Logically speaking, it was impossible for the people in the tower to not hear it, but there was no movement. If there was no one in the tower, the group of ruthless Taoist masters could not be stationed. This strange situation shocked the two of them.

The two of them became more and more careful, but their feet were not slow, especially Liao Qixiong, who was concerned about his wife's safety and held the knife in his hand, ready to fight desperately at any time.

The above layers were still empty, but just as the seventh floor approached, a faint sound of waving and conversation entered Zhuo Mufeng and his two ears.

The two looked at each other, and both slowed down and almost took a step forward.

If Miao Qingcheng dies, it will be useless for them to rush in. If they are still alive, they should be more cautious, otherwise they will only cause bad things.

Liao Qixiong's hand holding the knife was shaking slightly, sweat broke out on his forehead, and his ears stood up. Even Zhuo Mufeng became worried about gains and losses.

He could no longer turn back when he reached this point. Of course, he hoped that Miao Qingcheng would not die, otherwise he would be embarrassed and would be in vain. Maybe he would have to explain his life, so he would have to ask for trouble.

Zhuo Mufeng suddenly wanted to slap himself, thinking that he had come to save someone before was too impulsive.

Fortunately, at this moment, a familiar and beautiful female voice came into the ears of the two.

"Lord, I advise you father and son to leave quickly, otherwise a disaster will come." It was Miao Qingcheng, and he said to his tone, and he did not seem to suffer the terrible ending he imagined.

Both Zhuo Mufeng and Liao Qixiong were delighted.

"You stinky bitch are just relying on a third-grade weapon to hold on. Hahaha, I see how long it can last. When I blow it up, you will have to taste the most painful torture in the world!"

This is a hoarse man's voice, with a hysterical and ferocious smell.

The door above Zhuo Mufeng and the others was half open and half closed. Behind the door was the seventh floor of the highest Bishan Tower. It was actually a small room, a table, three chairs, and a red sandalwood hardboard.

A middle-aged monk wearing a yellow and red robe with a thin face was facing the old monk sitting on a hard cushion.

The air between the two made a popping sound, and wisps of black and white energy spread like spiders, causing cracks to appear on the ground and the walls.

Not far away, Miao Qingcheng and the pale Miao Chongwei were each pressing against the window, one left and one right, Miao Qingcheng was holding a silver oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and wisps of silver light poured down from the umbrella bone.

A young man in black with a sinister face, his fleshy palm pressed against the silver light. As he continued to urge the force, the fleshy palm pressed the silver light into a concave, only half a foot away from Miao Qingcheng's body.

It can be found that after the silver light is lengthened, the thickness of the surface is diluted, and it tends to collapse.

The young man in black stared at Miao Qingcheng's graceful body, and his mature style was emitting in his every move, and an evil smile broke into the corner of his mouth.

The words just now were said by the young man in black.

Miao Chongwei's breath was disordered and he covered his chest, so anxious that he didn't know what to do.

He only regretted that he was seriously injured and failed to help his sister. Instead, he had to rely on her sister's protection and shouted: "Sister, don't worry about me, and restrain the power of the Tianluo Umbrella around you."

Tianluo Umbrella and Wu Yuanyuan's third-grade sword have the same effect, and both can store true energy internally. However, Tianluo Umbrella can store more, but it is not aggressive.

At this moment, the silver internal energy flowing from the umbrella was injected into the wife by Wu Guanting. It was obvious that after a long period of consumption, there was not much silver true energy left.

Miao Qingcheng's face was calm, he ignored his younger brother's words, but just looked at the evil-looking young man in black and shook his head and said, "You are ruthless, after all, you are a native chicken and a tile dog.

In fact, before this, you just need to greet and order your subordinates to join forces to attack the Yinming True Qi, which has already broken my defense.

However, you were sucked by my husband's silver true energy and couldn't separate your hands. Your adoptive father fought with the host again for internal strength, afraid that his subordinates would attack you after they came."

After saying that, he shook his head again.

The young man in black and the middle-aged monk who were said to be central to the subject both changed his expression.

The young man in black smiled grimly and said, "Stinky bitch, now you are proud. When I break my defense, I will definitely appreciate your white flesh in front of your brother and taste the taste of the Sanjiang League. It must be wonderful!"

He also licked his lips, and his anger hit his heart. He pressed his flesh palm desperately inward. The silver light was stretched again, and a trace of cracking could be heard.

Miao Chongwei roared with red eyes: "Song Qinghui, if you dare to touch a hair of my sister, you must die without a place to bury!"

Song Qinghui laughed wildly and said with confidence: "A dying person dares to threaten me?"

Sizzling...

The silver internal force flowing from the umbrella bones became thinner and thinner. Seeing this scene, Song Qinghui smiled even more and more, and he focused more and more on destroying the defense.

A click!

A crack appeared in the silver light. Song Qinghui tried his best to strike while the iron was hot. At this moment, a roar like thunder sounded outside the door: "Dare to harm your wife, die!"

A blood-colored sword light suddenly poured in, slashing the wooden door, slashing towards Song Qinghui's head, fleeting in the air.

Unexpectedly, Song Qinghui seemed to have expected it, raised his other hand and pinched it directly with his fingers. Because he transferred his skills, the silver light that was about to collapse temporarily stabilized.

"You dare to show off your ugly things if you have a trick?"

Song Qinghui waved his hand and shook it, the bloody sword light collapsed, and his energy continued to stop, and he beat Liao Qixiong who had entered and vomited blood and flew out.

Just as his move fell and he was about to shatter the silver true energy in one go, another invisible sword energy came, carrying the energy to the long rainbow, and it was in a momentum of leaving but not returning, and it slashed towards Song Qinghui's back.
Chapter completed!