Empress, don't make trouble, I'm really a gentleman

Now that the traces had been exposed, Qinglong Suzaku didn't bother to dodge anymore, stood on the ground, held a weapon, and looked coldly at the two Wanxiangmen disciples.

"One man and one woman... Do you think we have a better way to deal with it?"

The Wanxiang Sect disciples looked at the two of them, especially when they saw Suzaku, their eyes lit up, and there was a bit of greed in their eyes.

The cold disciple said lightly: "There is only one woman."

Another person laughed and said, "So what? You think it's not enough?"

Their arrogant attitude made Suzaku furious.

"Death!"

She shouted angrily, and the red long sword at her waist was unsheathed, the sword body was burning with light red true energy, and she was about to strike directly.

Suzaku knew that the two in front of him were difficult to deal with, so he didn't plan to keep his hand. Once he made a move, it was the strongest move.

There was a burst of hot air in the air, a faint phantom of the Suzaku appeared on the sword body, and the ear-piercing chirping sound resounded through the forest.

The long sword stabbed out like a flaming Suzaku culling, the momentum was astonishing, and the high temperature rushed away.

The indifferent disciple looked at her indifferently.

"Tips for carving insects."

He's out.

The indifferent disciple stretched out a hand, made a complex handprint, and pointed at Suzaku.

The celestial power condensed at his fingertips, and a dazzling light erupted. In an instant, the wind and clouds surged. The celestial power communicated with the energy of heaven and earth, and transformed into a giant python as thick as a bucket, roaring and crashing into the phantom of Suzaku.

"boom!"

The two phantoms collided fiercely, light blue and red intertwined, and powerful shock waves were released from the impact point.

Suzaku's complexion changed, and she felt a powerful force coming from the sword, causing her severe pain.

"So strong!"

Feeling awe-inspiring, Suzaku had no choice but to retreat, gliding with her toes touching the ground, retreating for more than ten meters in a row.

The indifferent disciple looked over indifferently, his gestures changing.

The giant python stretched and twisted, and turned into an eagle again, screaming and killing, its sharp claws went straight to Suzaku's head.

Suzaku looked dignified, flipped his wrist, and stabbed out with the long sword.

The light red long sword collided with the indifferent disciple's attack again.

This time, Suzaku's complexion turned pale, and a streak of bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Really strong!

She was horrified, and already knew that she was not the opponent's opponent.

On the other side, Qinglong has already launched an attack on another person.

Qinglong's figure flickered like a ghost, and he sprinted towards the opponent quickly.

"Hey, you want to fight me? Your courage is commendable."

The immortal disciple smiled strangely, and the flying sword pierced through the air, intercepting Qinglong accurately.

Qinglong is very fast and his movements are very strange, but his flying sword is even faster.

"Ding!"

The flying sword and the Qinglong dagger collided, sparks were scattered everywhere.

Qinglong's expression did not change, and his arm exerted force suddenly, even forcing Feijian back.

"what?"

The Vientiane Sect disciple was a little surprised.

The mortal on the opposite side seems to be a bit strong.

He realized that he underestimated the enemy a little, so he made a complex handprint.

Feijian turned in the air and continued to sprint towards Qinglong.

At the same time, a phantom of a beast's head condensed in the hands of the Wanxiangmen disciples.

The animal head let out a silent roar, opened its huge mouth with sharp fangs and rushed fiercely.

Qinglong's face was as calm as water, and he kept adjusting his pace.

While blocking the flying swords that were constantly flying in the air, he avoided the ferocious animal head at the same time.

"I'm not afraid of dying..."

The Wanxiang Sect disciple said in a low voice, with a sharp arc drawn at the corner of his mouth.

The handprint changed again, and the animal head suddenly spread out, turning into more than a dozen thin snakes with big heads and small bodies, coming towards the green dragon from different directions.

This time, the attacks were overwhelming, coming from different directions, and there was no way to hide.

The flying sword trembled slightly, and the light on it became more and more dazzling. It attacked together with the group of thin snakes, forming a lore situation.

Faced with such a crisis, Qinglong did not panic.

Even, he closed his eyes.

Time seems to stand still, the wind blows the vegetation, and all the changes around me come to mind.

Mind knife.

At that moment, he turned into a streamer.

More than a dozen thin snakes and flying swords have formed a net. It stands to reason that such an attack has no loopholes and cannot be avoided.

But Qinglong did it.

He found a flaw in the seemingly flawless attack.

The flame of true essence ignited on the dagger, and he split a thin snake with one knife, and his figure had already arrived in front of the disciples of Wanxiangmen.

The latter pupil narrows like a pinprick.

A cold light flashed, and the dagger had already scratched his throat.

However, Qinglong opened his eyes the next moment, touched the ground with his toes, and quickly backed away.

More than a dozen thin snakes regrouped into animal heads, biting violently at the place where the green dragon was a second ago.

The Wanxiangmen disciple's throat was cut, and his body gradually dimmed, turning into light rain and dissipating.

This is afterimage?

Qinglong didn't know, he looked very solemn, staring at the front.

The figure of the disciple of Wanxiangmen reappeared, he touched his throat, his face was ugly.

"Damn mortals."

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and used the substitute technique in time, otherwise, he would really be killed by Qinglong.

There was a loud noise from behind, accompanied by Suzaku's muffled groan.

Qinglong looked over and saw that indifferent disciple floating in the air with both feet off the ground, a python and an eagle besieging Suzaku, causing her to fly backwards with blood.

After all, Suzaku was only an eighth-rank grandmaster, so he was far behind in terms of realm, so it was normal that he couldn't beat him.

The indifferent disciple waved his hand, and the giant python and goshawk in the air rushed over again, about to tear Suzaku into pieces.

Qing Kong didn't dare to hesitate, his figure disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Suzaku.

He swung the dagger, blocking the inevitable blow for Suzaku.

"Do you still dare to intervene in their battle?"

The Wanxiang Sect disciple sneered, and the flying sword rushed forward with extraordinary power, heading straight for Qinglong's vital point.

This guy almost killed me directly?

Thinking of this, the Wanxiang sect disciples felt furious.

Suzaku saw everything, and quickly pulled Qinglong, letting the flying sword miss, and only cut off a strand of Qinglong's hair.

They escaped the flying sword, but the two couldn't escape the ferocious animal head that followed.

The animal head and fangs were longer than a child's arm, and it bit down on Qinglong's head violently!

……

"Ah, treasures are really hard to find."

Ji Wuchen wandered slowly, aimlessly.

Even with Xiaomeng's investigative function, it would be difficult for him to find the treasure.

Maybe, these things have been looted by the predecessors.

Xiaomeng has been wandering outside for the past two days, and she couldn't help curling her lips when she heard this.

"It's cheap to be good, bah! You don't even look at your space ring, you've got so many good things!"

The box Ji Wuchen prepared was already full, and now he can't even collect big medicines, so he can only pick up some rare materials and minerals.

"However, I don't need these things, and it makes me use so much integrity. It's a shame."

Ji Wuchen quibbled, his face full of helplessness.

Xiaomeng rolled her eyes, not wanting to talk to this guy.

The two came to the bottom of a cliff.

"Huh? There are traces of battle here."

While walking, Ji Wuchen suddenly felt something was wrong.