Beast

As soon as Bian Zeming said these words, everyone opened their eyes one after another. A cold light shone in their eyes, and the nervous and uneasy expressions before were suppressed.

Gathering together, the true energy in the body was secretly surging, and several monks in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness Realm all held the magical weapons in their hands.

Among the people on this trip, Sun Shifeng was in the middle stage of Ding Ling, while others were in the early stage of Ding Ling. Others were in the Purple Mansion Realm and the Consciousness Sea Realm.

Except for Yang Qing, they all have metal spiritual roots, and they are all sword-type magic weapons, either long swords or short swords.

Before daylight, more than ten groups of lights of various colors appeared in the sky in the distance, representing the flying monks' weapons.

"snort!"

A bright golden light suddenly appeared all over Sun Shifeng's body, and he snorted coldly. A three-foot long sword was summoned, and he immediately rushed into the air to intercept it.

"Walk!"

Everyone stepped on the magic weapon, jumped into the air, and went to intercept it.

In the canyon, only Yang Qing remained with a sullen face. He could not fly with a weapon, so it was difficult for him to intervene in the fighting. His heart was not relaxed, but heavy. If he came here and did not participate, it would be better not to come.

In the gloomy night, a dozen groups of lights in the distance flickered for a moment, then suddenly accelerated.

Sun Shifeng and the others were all driving the magic weapon at full speed and crashing into the other side.

The flying speed of Yufeng Zong, a monk in the Dingling Realm, was much faster than that of the monks in the Purple Mansion Realm. The two people rushing at the front were two monks with strong golden light.

"really!"

Yang Qing couldn't see the faces in the sky clearly, and he could guess based on his true energy attributes that it was Zhong Liyu who was intercepted this time.

"Kuz!"

He ran quickly along the canyon, closing the distance between him and the place where the two men and horses collided.

"boom!"

Four monks in the Soul-fixing Realm were attacking at one place, and the golden light was so strong that it was difficult to see clearly.

"kill!"

There were three or four more people on Sun Shifeng's side than on the other side.

"Fall down!"

Several monks in the Consciousness Sea Realm shouted violently and fell towards the canyon. They could only control one magic weapon, and it was difficult for them to show their strength when fighting with the weapon.

When one monk falls, the other monk immediately follows.

In the blink of an eye, the only monks fighting in the air were Sun Shifeng and Zhong Liyu.

On the ground, one side was headed by Zhou Tengyun, and the other side was headed by the fat inner disciple Deacon from Qifeng.

"Wang Youcai!"

Yang Qing's eyes narrowed and he yelled angrily. He saw Wang Youcai, who was round and round, holding a long light red stick and fighting with open arms. He didn't look clumsy, but he was extremely fierce. His slit-like eyes were full of fierceness.

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"Kuz!"

With a slight increase in strength, reaching the limit of what he could use without causing damage, he rushed into the battle circle and headed straight for Wang Youcai.

Figures flashed in the battle circle, but Wang Youcai's consciousness still couldn't be avoided. A trace of fear flashed in his fierce eyes, and his round body moved back during the fight, wanting to seek the protection of the people around him.

"Crack!"

Before Yang Qing's long stick could be struck, Wang Youcai's huge head was thrown high, his slit-like eyes were full of unbelief, and the thick blood in his neck was steaming, spraying Lao Gao.

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"Wow!"

A burst of passion adorns the clean snow.

His head was chopped off by a young monk next to him, and that young man had already switched sides to Zhou Tengyun.

"Ah! Traitor"

This incident shocked the seven or eight people, and immediately, the strength of both sides quickly spread.

"kill!"

Zhou Tengyun shouted angrily, making the expressions of the seven or eight monks even pale, even the slightly fat middle-aged man. Originally, the strength of the two sides was not much different, but in this way, they became in danger.

territory.

"Kill me!"

The slightly fat middle-aged man with bloodshot eyes also drank violently.

At this time, Zhou Tengyun only shouted to kill, but did not take action, and was retreating.

Several attacks from the opponent were all directed towards Yang Qing, and none of the monks around him took action to help him intercept them.

"Click!"

Yang Qing swept across with a stick, sweeping away thousands of troops and deflecting the attacking magical weapons. Before the anger in his heart surged, Zhou Tengyun's face showed a sneer in his consciousness, and the long and narrow sword in his hand shook.

, a large amount of dark golden primeval energy poured out, turning into sword shadows.

The sword shadow was aimed at Yang Qing and several other monks.

Zhou Tengyun’s strongest attack, Sword Rain!

"Boohoo!"

The shadows of dozens of swords made sharp sounds piercing the air, as fast as arrows leaving the string.

The snow in the canyon was driven into a wave of snow.

"Damn it..." Yang Qing didn't have time to curse angrily. He didn't even bother to use his strength to tear apart the veins all over his body. He speeded up and hid to the side.

"Tear!"

Even though all the power was unleashed, the sword shadows were numerous and the attack speed was fast, the shoulder was still struck, leaving a shallow wound.

"Tear!"

The slightly fat middle-aged man who was shrinking violently while shouting kill almost had one of his arms cut off.

"Um?"

This blow only slightly injured Yang Qing, which made Zhou Tengyun very surprised. Seeing the skyrocketing speed, his expression froze, but he immediately put it away, pretending as if nothing had happened, and continued to fight with the other monks.

"boom!"

Before the snowflakes could splash, they were evaporated into mist by the hot fire attribute spell.

At this time, the gap in strength between the two sides was huge, and it was almost a one-sided trend.

"I'll kill you another day!"

The muscles in his shoulders trembled, and the wound no longer bled, but there was a trace of bright red hanging in his mouth. He used all his strength for just a moment, but it tore the fascia of the veins, causing even more injuries. Killing intent surged in his heart, but he knew

, those monks were all standing in line with Zhou Tengyun, and going to fight at this time was equivalent to standing against Sun Shifeng.

"kill!"

Zhou Tengyun's side became more and more fierce, while the other side was looking for opportunities to escape.

"Crack!"

One of the opponents was beheaded again.

"Whoosh!"

The spiritual consciousness of the monks in the Dingling Realm covered a range of more than three hundred feet. Zhong Liyu could clearly see the situation in the canyon. When he saw that everyone following him would be killed at any time, he fended off Sun Shifeng's attack and swooped down.

"call out!"

I saw a small golden sword of only three inches appearing next to Zhong Liyu who was holding a long sword, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"puff!"

A monk in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness Realm who was slashing fiercely didn't know why. He only felt a soft sound, his body shook involuntarily, and he saw a blood hole appeared on his side.

"Qiang!"

The long and narrow sword in Zhou Tengyun's hand trembled violently, and his expression changed drastically.

If he hadn't released all his spiritual consciousness and blocked it with his sword in time, then the three-inch golden sword would have pierced his chest instead of just grazing the blade.

"call out!"

The small sword paused, then struck him again.

The attack power of this golden sword is not strong, but it is extremely fast.

"Tear!"

Zhong Liyu's free and easy face was now covered with frost. In order to save the few people who were following him, he swooped down desperately. Just when he was about to kill Zhou Tengyun with one blow, a bright golden sword light tore out a bloody strip at his waist.

Kouzi.

If he resists and dodges more slowly, he will be cut in half.

"Gudu"

Blood gushed out from his waist, and his white robe was instantly dyed red. His body froze, and the attack of the golden sword was blocked, allowing Zhou Tengyun to escape the disaster.

‘Peng’, ‘Peng’

Zhong Liyu and the young man with an alert appearance but a hint of despair fell into the canyon.

The wound on the waist was still gushing with blood, and the white robe was soaked with blood, soaking the snow.

"Swish, swish"

Sun Shifeng, with one indifferent look on his face and one cold look on his face, also fell into the canyon.

At this moment, the fighting was suspended. One side was desperate. The appearance of the traitor made it impossible to escape. On the other side, Ruyi, for those monks who came to help Sun Shifeng, they mostly wanted to find a backer. At this time, the other side was defeated.

Sure, what can be harvested is the other party’s spiritual stones and treasures.

One side had a large number of people, and one side suffered heavy casualties, and the monk with the highest level of cultivation was seriously injured.

"Junior brothers, Zhongli hurt you, I can't help it..." Zhong Liyu's face was pale, full of sadness and self-blame, and he couldn't help but choke in his voice. Although the injury on his waist was not fatal, it severely weakened his

Strength, in this case, a massacre will follow.

"You guys run away! Zhongli will block it for you for a moment or three!" Zhongliyu took a deep breath, and the freedom and ease returned to his pale face, which looked very desolate.

Several monks behind Zhong Liyu started to stir and slowly retreated.

Standing side by side with him, the alert-looking young man's face was cold and motionless, and his eyes looked disdainfully at Yang Qing, who was like a wooden man.

"Little golden sword!"

Yang Qing's mouth was slightly open, his eyes were dull, and he was thinking repeatedly in his heart.

Five years ago, Yang Qing was severely beaten by Wang Erli on the streets of Shuangxing Town. Just when one of his legs was about to be trampled off, a three-inch golden sword came from the sky, scaring Wang Erli away and allowing him to save one.

Legs, otherwise it would be a luxury to be able to walk, let alone reaching the Zifu realm. And based on the situation of his family at that time, in order to treat him, he would definitely be impoverished, with no clothes to cover his body, and no food to eat.

It can be said that the golden sword changed everything for him. Without the golden sword, the best situation would be to live with the crutch for the rest of his life, rely on the care of Yang Dazhi and his wife for the rest of his life, and drag Yang Song down for the rest of his life. With his character, he will

He died of resentment.

Yang Qing never forgot to repay the golden sword, and he was more determined to repay no matter what the cost. However, what he never expected was that he would see him in such a scene again, and his determined heart could not help but hesitate.

Not to mention whether he has the strength to repay, but only how to repay.

Today may be the last chance. If you save him, you will be repaying your kindness. If he loses his life, even if he does not die, he will offend Sun Shifeng and finally say goodbye to Sun Xinyao. Or, watching Zeng rescue him with his own eyes.

His benefactor died.

He had unprecedented hesitation and entanglement in his heart. It was not easy for him to obtain all this. He even agreed to become Taoist partners with Sun Xinyao three years later.

And if you repay your kindness, you may lose all of this, and all you may gain is peace of mind.

But all this cannot be measured in terms of pros and cons.

"Xinyao, I'm sorry for you!"

I felt deeply sorry in my heart, but I made a decision.

He took a big step forward, feeling a little nervous, and asked expressionlessly, "Five years ago, did you save a young man who was beaten severely in the street in Shuangxing Town?"

Zhong Liyu was completely stunned. He was stunned for a moment, and then smiled miserably, "Haha, remember? My uncle lives in Shuangxing Town, and his surname is Wang Kun. You must have heard of it. I went to visit him that day.

The man in the house was feeling depressed, so he and I, my junior brother, went to a restaurant to have a drink. When we saw any injustice, we took action and used the Golden Hidden Sword to save people. I didn’t expect that young man to grow up to what he is today.”

"However, you don't need to take it to heart. If Wang Dali hadn't mentioned such a trivial matter several times, I would have forgotten about it."

Sun Shifeng watched indifferently, with no intention of stopping him, while Pang Zeming frowned and turned to look at Sun Shifeng beside him, while Zhou Tengyun had a sneer on his lips, and the pleasure in his eyes became even stronger.

Yang Qing recalled the scene at that time. As for Wang Kun, he had also heard a little bit about it. Li Hongwei served as a soldier for Wang Kun. Now that he thought about it, the reason why he couldn't see Li Hongwei that night was because there were distinguished guests in the mansion, so the soldiers naturally wanted to

Make sure you don't make any mistakes so as not to disturb your guests.

No longer ask whether Wang Erli, who was just scared to retreat at that time, was because of his early acquaintance with Wang Dali, no longer ask whether he would attack Wang Dali because of his talent, let alone whether this golden hidden sword was refined from that piece of metal.

Afterwards, Yang Qing just turned around, closed his eyes for a moment, and the luck in his heart was no longer there. After opening them, he said calmly but firmly, "I will save your life today to repay the favor of saving you back then."