As the adopted son of the ruthless Taoist lord, Song Qinghui is only 32 years old, but his strength is extraordinary. How could Zhuo Mufeng and Liao Qixiong hide the news of his approach?

In fact, the people present could hear the movements outside the tower clearly, but they didn't know the situation, so it was difficult to make a judgment.

Song Qinghui said something humiliating Miao Qingcheng. Apart from being tempted by beauty, he also wanted to inspire the two of them to take action, and the result was as expected!

After dealing with Liao Qixiong, Song Qinghui waited for the second person to take action, but after feeling the power of the sword energy, he almost laughed. This trick still wanted to hurt him.

But soon, Song Qinghui couldn't laugh because the sword energy took his back. However, with his current position, his body was sucked by the silver true energy, and his back became his loophole.

What a cunning guy!

boom!

Song Qinghui's left arm stretched out back, and his elbow slightly sided, and a black internal force turned into a needle light, which easily penetrated the sword energy and penetrated the wooden beam not far away.

Another sword energy came, or attacked directly from the back.

Song Qinghui gritted his teeth and had to fight with his arms. With the bang bang bang, the wooden beams and walls facing Song Qinghui were all hit, and the entire tower was shaken slightly.

"Be careful, control your strength!"

The middle-aged monk, the ruthless Taoist Lord, was shocked. If a beam fell off his head, it would be dangerous to touch him gently.

Song Qinghui also realized the sinister intentions of the sneak attacker, gritted his teeth, and had to endure his anger to control his internal force, and defeated the attacking sword energy at a time without affecting the surroundings.

But in this way, he undoubtedly fell into a passive and ruthless Taoist lord, and was actually led by a true Qi realm warrior. Song Qinghui was so angry that he cursed, "He thief, you have the affair to get out!"

"Get out first, I will fight you for three hundred rounds."

A sound rang out on the stairs, but there was no one to see. The other party hid very well, stood on the handrail of the steps, blocking the view with the door frame, and only a sword kept shaking.

However, Miao Qingcheng and Miao Chongwei, who heard this voice, were moved together and looked at each other suddenly.

Zhuo Mufeng!

Miao Qingcheng couldn't believe it. It was not difficult to understand that Liao Qixiong came to save her, but she never expected that Zhuo Mufeng also came. The adopted son who was troubled by her everywhere and even suspected that he had other intentions would risk saving her at such a risk?

Hearing Zhuo Mufeng's words, Song Qinghui gritted his teeth in anger, "You have the habit of coming here!"

Zhuo Mufeng waved his sword and shouted angrily, "If you let me go, I will be so embarrassed." Don't look at his happy words, he is actually cursing in his heart.

It was really that guy Liao Qixiong was too unreliable. He wanted to continue to observe, but he didn't expect that Liao Qixiong suddenly took action, which made him unable to do nothing if he didn't follow him.

The problem is that Song Qinghui's strength is beyond his imagination. When he faces such a person, he usually doesn't even have a chance to escape, but now he wants to try to kill the other party, and Zhuo Mufeng is almost sweating.

But at this point, he had no choice but to bite his teeth.

The moment the sword energy was emitted, Zhuo Mufeng gritted his teeth, spread his left hand, and four balls in his hand shot out quickly.

I didn't need to do it before, but I saw Song Qinghui knocking Liao Qixiong away with one blow. I knew the opponent's skills were profound and I was waiting for the best opportunity.

The reason why he did not throw it indoors is because he could not hurt Song Qinghui, and Huang Wu would definitely be blocked by the opponent's internal force.

Sure enough, Song Qinghui seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, patted his left palm lightly, and four balls shot at different positions were fixed by him in the air and did not shatter hard.

Song Qinghui curled his lips, revealing a lot of disdain. He wanted to harm him with such despicable means.

But who knew that at this moment, Zhuo Mufeng, who had just shot out four balls, popped out four balls again. He was only a moment away from each other, and even the trajectory of the popping was exactly the same.

Song Qinghui was shocked suddenly. The little thief's cunning exceeded his expectations, and he hurriedly forced the true qi control camera.

However, the speed of the ball was too fast, and the indoor space was narrow, so the reaction time left for him was too short. The flexible and weird internal force had only time to fix three of them, and the last one hit the previous one.

Bang!

Yellow smoke instantly spread, covering the small Zen room.

"Does the rats who hide their heads and tails think this trick is useful?"

Song Qinghui let out a roar of thunder, twisted his wrists lightly, and the palms seemed to have suction. The long yellow poisonous fog quickly contracted.

But Zhuo Mufeng is not a vegetarian either. The two yellow balls just exploded. Taking advantage of the moment when Song Qinghui was unable to deal with him, he smashed out all the three remaining yellow balls.

Before this was over, Zhuo Mufeng's right hand did not stop. The sword energy that had already been ready to go squirted out, helping him to emit the strongest and fastest sword to this day, but not slashing at Song Qinghui, but slashing at the ruthless Taoist Master who was leaning against him.

At this time, Wuqing Taoist Lord was fighting with the host of Bishan Temple to fight for internal strength, and he could not move at all.

"Damn you, dog thief!"

Song Qinghui had the heart to swallow Zhuo Mufeng. He was obviously far superior to the other party, but he was just a loss of power by the other party, and there was no way out.

The palm force slapped backwards and easily transformed the sword energy that attacked Wuqing Taoist Lord, but it was inevitable that he would lose sight of one thing and three bangs. The three balls exploded, and the rich yellow poisonous fog immediately filled the entire room.

Song Qinghui quickly used his skills to absorb them, forming a yellow mist ball and throwing it out the window. However, in the short time just now, strands of mist penetrated into the pores of the people present.

Almost instantly, Song Qinghui felt a little dizzy.

It should be noted that this poison is original to Bao Jin. According to Balong, even the masters of the Tianxing List will be unlucky if they get caught. Song Qinghui's strength is not enough to reach the Tianxing List. After only a few breaths, he was obviously unable to do so. His feet were floating, and a ghost of vision appeared in front of him.

During this process, Zhuo Mufeng continued to wave his sword, as fast as he could, just not give Song Qinghui any chance to regulate his breathing.

Seeing that the silver-light true energy was about to be exhausted, and only a little bit later, Song Qinghui could break the defense and grab the beautiful man who was famous in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty on the other side, but he was almost unable to hold on.

A sharp look flashed in his eyes. Song Qinghui endured the feeling of fatigue, plucked up his remaining strength, and shouted without looking back, "Dog thief, I will tear you into pieces!"

His plan was very simple, and his bluff made Zhuo Mufeng dare not approach. As long as he had to survive these few breaths, Miao Qingcheng would be his belongings.

At that time, killing Miao Chongwei and controlling Miao Qingcheng can also destroy the old monk in one fell swoop. The adoptive father who took action will be even easier to get rid of the thief in the secret, and it will be a win-win situation.

Not to mention, Zhuo Mufeng was really frightened by him, but soon, looking at the other party's surging back, I suddenly felt something was wrong again.

He knew the effect of the poison. He only saw how scary it was when Miao Qingcheng and Miao Chongwei were about to collapse to the ground. When he looked at the middle-aged monk and the old monk, they were obviously short of breath and powerless.

Could it be that Song Qinghui's martial arts are better than the two of them?

But at the beginning, Zhuo Mufeng obviously heard Miao Qingcheng shouting "The Lord of Remorse". Judging from his breath, it is not difficult to judge that the middle-aged monk was the Lord of Remorse.

A thought flashed through Zhuo Mufeng's mind quickly, and that guy was cheating!

He had almost no more considerations, nor did he have time to think about it. Zhuo Mufeng's face looked ferocious. He rushed up quickly, opened his mouth and roared, and used the chain sword of the Three Immortals with his right hand, and the Dragon Domineering Fist with his left hand. The sword energy and fist strength intertwined, attacking Song Qinghui's back with the tsunami.

There is no way to retreat, Zhuo Mufeng has made a big effort!

With only one breath, Song Qinghui was able to break through the silver-light true energy. Suddenly, he felt the offensive behind him. He was extremely angry. He shouted, and he ignored the safety of his adoptive father and slapped him back with all his strength.

The main reason is that if he restrains himself at this time, he might die at Zhuo Mufeng's hands.

pound!

The internal force ripples spread.

The sword flew and shot backwards, inserted into the tower wall. Zhuo Mufeng vomited blood from the sky, and his body hit the sword near the sword. He rebounded and fell to the ground. The entire Bishan Tower roared and shook.

Almost at the same time, a sudden scream was heard, but the middle-aged monk was affected by internal force, and he opened his mouth and sprayed bloody mist. Then the old monk's internal force surged into his body, which was equivalent to being attacked from the front and back.

Puff puff puff...

The middle-aged monk's arms, shoulders, chest, and lower abdomen exploded several feet away from each other, mixed with liver fragments. The whole person seemed to be fished out of the blood river, and the blood mist almost sprayed on Zhuo Mufeng.

Such a terrifying injury made Zhuo Mufeng stunned. After walking in the world for several years, I have never seen anything worse than this.

As the middle-aged monk widened his eyes, the old monk suddenly lost his restraint and looked at Song Qinghui who had broken the silver true energy. With a wave of his hand, a green light penetrated directly into Song Qinghui's back.

The hand was only half an inch away from Miao Qingcheng's neck, but this half an inch distance became a gap that could never be crossed. Song Qinghui's eyes flashed with a strong sense of reluctance and misery. He fell to the sky and died of anger.

call!

Seeing the enemy's head, Zhuo Mufeng vomited a mouthful of blood and held his body up from the ground with both hands, but he did not dare to delay because the other three were poisoned.

The old monk was fine, and each hand held Miao Qingcheng and Miao Chongwei, and sent internal strength on both sides, looking very anxious.

Men and women are not allowed to kiss each other. This old monk hugged Miao Qingcheng so tightly. Could it be that he secretly took advantage?

After a while, it seemed that there was no effect. The old monk frowned, but still did not let go of the two of them. Seeing this, Zhuo Mufeng hurriedly threw a porcelain bottle over.

After taking the porcelain bottle, the old monk hesitated for a moment, but finally poured out the pills and gave them to Miao Qingcheng and Miao Chongwei. The two of them woke up quickly.

"father."

Miao Qingcheng left the old monk and shouted at the old monk.

The old monk was obviously relieved and shouted the Buddha's name, not forgetting to stuff an antidote into his mouth.

But this scene caused Zhuo Mufenglei to come. What's wrong? Could it be that he heard it wrong? This old monk is Miao Qingcheng's father?

Miao Chongwei also shouted, the old monk nodded, sat cross-legged and adjusted his skills, and the remaining siblings stood up and looked around.

Although the two of them were worried before, they were actually not injured at all.

"Mu Feng!"

The fragrant wind drifted by, and Zhuo Mufeng was thinking about the relationship between the three of them. Miao Qingcheng had already walked over quickly, squatted beside him, stretched out his hands to gently support him, his movements should be as gentle as possible, and his eyes were extremely complicated.

"Why did you come here?"

Miao Qingcheng couldn't help asking. Although she was poisoned just now, she could still see clearly one scene after another.

The blood that had already swallowed was forced to bulge by Zhuo Mufeng, and he vomited out, half pounced on Miao Qingcheng's arms, and said in a weak tone, "Is the adopted mother here, how can the child sit and ignore it?"

Miao Qingcheng moved and said, "Don't you know that this is dangerous? Maybe you will die."

Zhuo Mufeng smiled faintly, and said with a clear look at life and death, "What is the joy of a real man's life? Why not be afraid of death? A man dies for his confidant! The adoptive father treats me like this, what's the harm in paying his life to him?"

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Chapter completed!