I'm so scared that I hug my body tightly

The ferocious beast turned into blood roared and raised its claws, dozens of golden-red light blades gathered in front of its claws, and then hit the collapsed youth.

Song Rufeng's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a fierce light in his eyes. He held the broken part of Hua Xuelian, squeezed the almost exhausted dantian here, gathered a thin layer of aura on the magic sword, and threw it at the fierce beast first. past.

The ferocious beast scratched its paws and roared again, the golden red light blade easily shredded Hua Xuelian who was not threatening at all.The natal sword was destroyed, causing Song Rufeng to spit out a mouthful of blood, but before it could be wiped off, the beast's killing move was close at hand.

Song Rufeng rolled on the spot, but if he couldn't avoid it, at least he had to avoid the vital point.However, the pain on his body was more serious than he had imagined, and his evasive movements were not very quick.

Seeing the murderous blade of light was about to slash across his throat, a thin red mark suddenly appeared between Song Rufeng's brows, and a sword aura that was a hundred times fiercer than the blade of light shot out from inside, smashing the blade of light He directly crushed the beast, and refused to disperse after that. He turned a corner and wiped out all the lurking aura that was lurking within a mile around him, and then turned into a stream of pure aura, retracting the red mark between his eyebrows again, and swimming from the meridian to the limbs Hundred bones, finally poured into the exhausted dantian.

Song Rufeng was shivered by the influx of spiritual energy, turned over neatly, and checked, his dantian Manying meridians were intact, internal injuries were basically healed, only the external injuries were still a bit grim, and the spiritual energy was rolled over, and he recovered immediately.

Looking up and looking around, the beast that nearly drove him to death has turned into a puddle of flesh, and the bad breath lurking around has disappeared, leaving only the smell of blood.

Loosening into the wind and twitching his forehead, he left this place quickly.

Was that sword energy just now the subtle Mahayana sword energy that Qian Fan drove into his body? "Subtlety Mahayana", I've never heard of such a name, but the degree of power is probably not weaker than his master's full-strength move.What the hell is Xiao Qianfan behind? The sword energy that he casually gives to protect the body is comparable to the full blow of the strongest person in the cultivation world today.

Many thoughts flashed through Song Rufeng's mind quickly, and he walked faster and faster, and then he stepped on the air and fell down.

"Fuck!"

Before Song Rufeng could react, he fell into a lake with a bang, followed by burning pain all over his body.He continued to fall, and the lake water that brushed past him passed by like an iron brush, as if trying to take away a piece of meat, Song Rufeng couldn't help but groaned in pain.

However, no matter how much he hurts him, there is nothing he can do about this situation. The spiritual energy in his body seems to be sealed, and he can only let himself fall straight down, as if there is no end. Quite relaxed.Shout, shout, no one will hear anyway.

"To shut up!"

A loud shout suddenly came from the side, Song Rufeng immediately shut up, and stared at the source of the sound in horror, with such a force that it was almost doubtful that his neck would be broken.

Then, Song Rufeng saw Hua Qianshu in ragged black clothes, he was carrying the Zimu sword, his eyebrows were twisted into knots, and he stared at him fiercely.

Song Rufeng was even more frightened, and when he turned his head again, Qingjue, Qingxiao, and Qingyu were all not far from him, falling down like him, and the lake water pulled out traces of turbidity from their bodies. The expression is not so relaxed.

However, Qing Yuan still held his rattan ball that was about to fall apart in one hand, and stretched out the other hand to greet him, forcing out a sneer, but he couldn't bear to look directly at him ferociously.

Song Rufeng twisted his head back, he felt that his face was about to be lost!Then he screwed it over again.

"Where's Qianfan?"

No one answered him.

Song Rufeng couldn't use his strength to fall in the water, and he couldn't change his position relative to everyone after dancing and paddling for a long time.He asked again word by word.

"Qian, Fan, where?"

Still no one answered him.

"Hey, didn't you say that the Trials of the Six Paths share the same prosperity, we are all here now, why isn't Qianfan here?" He stared at Qingyuan, as if he wanted him to give him an answer.

"Don't look at me, I can't figure it out either." Qingyu shrugged, "I've never been able to figure out Xiao Qianfan's fate."

Song Rufeng wanted to say something, but he got out of the water with a pop, and was still falling straight down in mid-air.And in the sky, Jieyun gathered, and it turned out to be the pill-forming Thunder Jie loosening into the wind.The four people in Qingyu used their supernatural powers to rush out of Jieyun's range.

After descending Panxi Mountain, Qianfan suddenly lost his mind.The Broken Sanshan Painting or Tongtian Secret Realm is not a place he is familiar with at all, he was excluded from the Six Paths Trial, and he doesn't know if Song Rufeng and the others have completed the trial.

I can't feel the restriction on Song Rufeng at all, and the only thing that can cut off his restriction connection is to separate different worlds, which is the boundary of laws.

A high-level secret realm is a small realm of its own, with a set of rules for its own operation.Now he can't feel where Song Rufeng is, has Song Rufeng gone out?As for "Song Rufeng is dead", this may have been passed by him unconsciously.

Cursing her lips, Qian Fan felt a little unhappy, just like she was unhappy when she wanted to wait for someone to go with her, only to find that the other party had already arrived home.

Okay, you go your way and I go mine, but the master is a magic sword, so I don't care to go with you, a stupid mortal!

So Qian Fan snorted, angrily picked a direction at random, and Yu Jian left.Not long after skating, his figure suddenly stopped.The delicate and bright little face was faintly darkened.He kicked the high treetop next to the flying sword, as if he felt puzzled and crushed it again.

"Qianfan, you become very cute every time you see the blade~"

The companion's voice seemed to ring in his ears again, and Qian Fan retorted subconsciously.

"That guy always has the ability to assimilate people into mentally handicapped people!"

After finishing speaking, Qianfan fell silent again, and when he was stunned, he simply put away his sword and walked slowly, feeling unspeakably irritated in his heart.

There was the faint sound of weapons being handed over in the distance, and Qian Fan, who couldn't be bothered, simply flew up to fight to calm down.When I got closer, I found that there were two people in a ball, one side was wearing the clothes of the disciples of the Qingyun Sect, the sword cultivator in white, the law cultivator in white, and the talisman cultivator in yellow clothes, and there were even two Xingyue robes from Huiming Peak Hyun Soo.On the other side was a man dressed in black and masked with murderous aura, and the leader was actually an acquaintance of Qian Fan's - the naturally charming Qin'er.

Without even thinking about it, Qianfan Hongyu shot at the men in black.

The two sides who were fighting fiercely were suddenly interrupted by the young man in red who inserted them, and several of them suffered several injuries immediately.

"You are...Hua Qianfan?! Why are you here?!" Qin'er, the boss with a pair of winking eyes, screamed out in disregard of her personality, and the magical weapons of her group of demon disciples turned their heads towards Qian Fan Zhi pointed out that the disciples of the Qingyun Sect also turned their magical weapons and looked at the unknown red-clothed boy vigilantly——wearing the same red clothes as the witch, and knowing the witch, he must not be a good person!

Qian Fan looked at Qin'er, a trace of impatience flashed in his dark eyes, he moved his hands as if intending to swing his sword.

"retreat!"

Qin'er shouted in a cold voice, then turned around first, a red gauze supported her and disappeared quickly, and the group of black-clothed disciples followed suit and disappeared without a trace.Qian Fan pursed her lips in displeasure, and turned to look at the group of Qingyun Sect disciples who were not very friendly.

"doing what?"

"Who are you?" A tall, thin and handsome Faxiu disciple stepped forward and asked.

"Who am I?" Qianfan repeated, seemingly not understanding why the other party asked this question, "Didn't we follow Zhaohua to the secret realm? Don't you recognize me?"

Although Qian Fan pays attention to others and thinks that this group of disciples are very face-to-face, but it is not Qian Fan's narcissism. As the disciple of the elder of the peak master and the default quota of the Tongtian Secret Realm, not to mention that all the disciples of Qingyun sect know him, at least enter with him The elite disciples in the secret realm shouldn't be ignorant of him.

What's more, in the past ten years of worshiping Qingyunzong, except for the last four years when evil spirits flourished, Qianfan was very active, whether it was "bloodbathing" the dim forest or shopping around, from the head of the sect down to the takeaway sweeping the floor. Almost all of them are familiar with him.

"Who are you and what family are you from? I'm also curious." Qian Fan asked back, holding his sword.

"I'm Liu Ru on the Dazhui Peak of the Qingyun Sect, I don't know who your brother is under?" Qingjun Faxiu's disciple cupped his fists and saluted.

Between inner sect disciples and peak master's direct disciples, there is another class, that is, the named disciples of Income Peak.He is not ranked in the sect, but he can still call his peak master a master, so he has a better chance of receiving the teachings of the peak master than ordinary inner disciples.This Liu Ru should be the registered disciple of Dazhui Peak.

Qian Fan frowned, after six or seven years, if he didn't care about it, he should have recognized all the people on Dazhui Peak, why didn't he know there were such a number of people?

"Dazhui Peak has thousands of flowers." Qian Fan declared his family name.

"Hua Qianfan... Could it be that you are Senior Brother Qing Fan!" Liu Ru exclaimed in surprise, "Senior Brother Qing Fan, you are actually trapped in a secret realm but still..." Are you still alive...

"What?" Qian Fan finally sensed something was wrong.

Liu Ru's eyes were complicated, and some of the disciples of the Qingyun Sect behind him were in a daze, and some were confused.

"Senior Brother Qing Fan, do you know that it has been 20 years since you entered the Tongtian Secret Realm?"

"What?" Qian Fan blinked, he thought he heard it wrong, "20 years, you mean it's time for the Tongtian Secret Realm to start again?"

The most bloody thing in the world is when you think it's been a short while, but someone else actually grabs you by the collar and asks you if you know how worried he really is after 20 years.

With a stiff face, Qian Fan pulled Song Rufeng's arm that was pulling his collar hard, but he couldn't get rid of it. Finally, he took out the red rain and patted it forward, which happened to be on Song Rufeng's buttocks.

"Fuck, it's reversed! Hua Qianfan, do you know how much I'm worried about you? You're relaxed, as if nothing happened. When you come back, I don't know if I'll beat you twice to relieve my hatred. You don't know that it's comforting. I'm hurt. mind?!"

"pant."

Qian Fanmu withdrew his sword with a straight face, stared at Song Rufeng and spit out two words forcefully.

"I said it all, I just went up to Panxi Mountain, met an old friend, had a conversation, and then came down."

"Fuck, the white mist on Panxi Mountain prevents anyone from entering. Do you think I believe you? Repay the old man? So you are a ball of yarn! That's 20 years! Talking about conversations for 20 years? Brother, can you be less Read some messy scripts!" Song Rufeng covered his head with a headache, his eyes implied worry.

The most important thing is that in the past, the bones of those who did not leave the secret realm on time would be spit out of the secret realm when the secret realm opens next time. I have never heard of anyone who can stay in the secret realm until the next secret realm opens and is still alive and kicking.

Old man, what kind of old man can have this ability?Oops that's not the point!The important point is that Qian Fan swaggered out of the secret realm with the experienced disciples of the Qingyun Sect. This matter almost fell into the eyes of most of the cultivation world, and I don't know what the hell someone is planning!

Song Rufeng was about to grab Qianfan and go crazy for a while, when suddenly a servant came to report, saying that the peak master invited Qianfan to Dazhui Hall.Thinking about it, if the apprentice came back alive, the master should show his concern no matter what.Song Rufeng waved his hand to let Qianfan leave.

"Go, let's go, I'll take you to Cangyun City when I come back, Chang Geng has made new cakes."

Qian Fan's eyes lit up, he nodded and left with the servant boy.

When we reached the top of Dazhui, we pushed open the door of the hall, and there was no one in the hall.Qian Fan blinked strangely, and planned to go to the inner hall to wait for a meeting, just wait for a man, and he would go back when he couldn't wait for anyone, and go to Cangyun City with Song Rufeng!

When he walked to the center of the hall, the jade gourd that Qianfan had been hanging around his neck suddenly became hot.

This gourd was ten years ago... Well, it was given to him by Zhaohui 30 years ago, and the blue youyou is very beautiful.There is a trace of law hidden in the jade gourd, which is a good thing for peace of mind, and occasionally it can help Qianfan a little bit.

Qian Fan took out the jade gourd, and the blue gourd suddenly turned into a puddle of water and dripped from between his fingers, leaving only a scarlet light flashing in his palm, then penetrated into the palm and spread from the meridian to the whole body.

Qian Fan squinted his eyes, and realized that his light and spiritual power could not be stopped, and he was about to cut off his right arm immediately. Suddenly, the light under his feet spread into the hall in circles, and where the light passed, countless golden-red luster The formation appeared, and the entire Dazhui Hall was actually portrayed and arranged into a complex and huge formation.

Holding a piece of golden-red talisman paper, Zhao Hui walked out of the inner hall with a smile.

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