I finally got my hands on the Bingshan hero

Standing on a high place, Ji Qingbai watched several silver wolves galloping back and forth in the pitch-black forest below, and traveled a long distance in a single swipe.

The screaming crowd was still fighting, and He Zhun had already left to prepare the antidote. Ji Qingbai turned his head and looked at the darkness behind him.

Three hours ago.

"I'm going to look for herbs, you can rest for a while." General Kou stood up and said to Ji Qingbai after the last strip of cloth torn off was used up.

Yan Qingchi, who was soaked in blood, pressed the freshly bandaged wound on his arm, and snorted proudly and disdainfully: "Go, you should worry about yourself rather than others."

Kou Zhun ignored Yan Qingchi, bid farewell to Ji Qingbai and left.

Only Yan Qingchi and Ji Qingbai were left. Ji Qingbai sat in front of the tree and closed his eyes to rest his mind. Yan Qingchi sat on the wooden pier next to him, still looking eccentric, his face was paler than usual, as white as a little girl .

Yan Qingchi glanced at Ji Qingbai twice, and said domineeringly: "You don't have to worry about me, it's just a few shallow sword wounds."

Ji Qingbai half opened his eyes and looked at him, then closed them again.

Yan Qingchi's pale face was covered with a few dry bloodstains, and his hair was a little disheveled, only a pair of black eyes were astonishingly bright.

His handsome face was too good-looking, showing a bit of beauty that shouldn't belong to boys.

But he didn't lie, the black clothes that he didn't wear often were stained hard with blood, but it wasn't his blood.

Yan Qingchi was about to sarcastically sarcastically Ji Qingbai as usual, when he suddenly heard a few inaudible crisp sounds from the tree, he stood up and looked around vigilantly, while pulling Ji Qingbai up to slow down with lightning speed. Slowly back into the depths of the forest.

Xu Shi came to realize that their whereabouts had been exposed, and a dozen people suddenly rushed out from the forest.

The visitors slowly approached Ji Qingbai and Yan Qingchi, and one of them said, "Hey, I came to look for Lan Tianjian, I didn't expect to meet the former little general."

Ji Qingbai heard that this group of people came here specially for him, he was stunned for a moment, but felt his hand tightened, and couldn't help looking at Yan Qingchi.

Yan Qingchi's thin lips did not move, he looked at him coldly and sharply, and let out a soft "hum" from his nasal cavity unhurriedly.He said with a half-smile: "You are not worthy of calling me by my name."

The white-faced swordsman with gold and jade hair on the opposite side sneered disdainfully, looked Yan Qingchi up and down, and said contemptuously: "Others don't know, don't I know? It's just the son of a criminal, a disgrace to the country, and a dog who lost his family! Do you really think you are that little general Yan back then? Hahahaha! It makes people laugh out loud."

The swordsman bent down and laughed twice, and said: "Even a person whose mother wants to hang herself in front of other people's house can only beg for a remote town with a calm face. So what if he is the master of Huangquan Pavilion, how about it?" Let's live in a deep hospital to recuperate your sick body!"

Yan Qingchi squeezed Ji Qingbai's hand tightly, with a gloomy face about to drip ink.He pursed his lips, but did not rush forward. He looked around menacingly, and said, "I don't know how you can be sure that Lan Tianjian is here. Everyone is a member of the White Dao. Why bother to argue again in times of chaos, and it will take advantage of the evil sect."

A delicate voice sounded from the opposite side: "Cults are naturally going to be killed. As for the Lantian sword, I don't care if the cult kills me at home because of it. If you have something to take, you will have to give up. People die for money, and birds die for food. Earth's Lantian Sword!"

The sound was about to fall, and a dozen or so comers heard the wind and moved, all of whom had profound internal strength and should not be underestimated.For a moment, Yan Qingchi and Ji Qingbai fought together with the besieging powerful enemies, swords and swords were like oil stars falling into an iron furnace.

Although a few of the visitors were beaten to the ground, Ji Qingbai and Yan Qingchi were also defeated.At this time, everyone had moved to a hillside, and the battle was getting fiercer. Seeing that the wounds on the two of them were getting more and more, Ji Qingbai gasped for breath and sent a sword flying a boy in Tsing Yi, blood also flowed down his forehead and eyelids, Ji Qingbai blinked, and suddenly heard a rapid flute sound from the foot of the mountain.

"No, the shadow guards from Huangquan Pavilion are here!" Only a person on the opposite side shouted anxiously, speeding up his sword moves.

"It's okay, just one person came." An old man said.

But these words didn't stop the crowd from making violent moves like desperately.Suddenly a sword came out from the side!The swordsmanship was sharp and silent, when Ji Qingbai turned his head, Yan Qingchi stood in front of him, a sword pierced into Yan Qingchi's right chest in the blink of an eye, Yan Qingchi threw the man out, and swept across the people who were coming up .

Ji Qingbai was in a daze, realizing that Yan Qingchi had already done all this before, and Ji Qingbai saw Yan Qingchi's pale and bony hand holding the sword in front of his chest in disbelief, blood winding down it.

But Yan Qingchi's whip was picked out by one person, and Yan Qingchi picked up another person's sword and laid it in front of him.He slapped it away, pushed Ji Qingbai out of the edge of the hillside, and hurriedly said: "Follow my shadow guard."

Before falling, Ji Qingbai only saw Yan Qingchi on the edge of the hillside looking into his eyes, without any complexity or hesitation, his black eyes were calm, full of decisiveness and determination, he took a serious look at Ji Qingbai, quiet and bright.

Ji Qingbai, who was falling, thought: How could he stay alone?Yan Qingchi who uses a whip is unfathomable in force, but Yan Qingchi who doesn't use a whip can't even beat himself.How could he stay...

Ji Qingbai, who was held in the arms of the shadow guard, fell until his eyes went black, and his head was dizzy from the blood loss.After struggling a few times, he passed out immediately.

In the dream, he saw Yan Qingchi bleeding, pressing himself to do it non-stop.His thick cock was thrusting in and out of his ass, his hands were on his chest, and his fingers were inserted into the wound on his chest, letting the blood flow continuously, like a small river, dyeing the junction of their bodies. into red.

Ji Qingbai trembled, Yan Qingchi's cock was clamped between his white and smooth buttocks, and they kept rubbing against each other.Yan Qingchi licked Ji Qingbai's neck, fucked his pussy hard with his waist, and bit the skin with tiger teeth to bleed.Ji Qingbai's flesh tightened, her legs shivered and she ejaculated.

Ji Qingbai woke up suddenly, and found himself on Situ Yu's back, being carried up the mountain. "What's wrong?" Ji Qingbai asked.

Ji Luantian on the side said: "The war in the cult is temporarily peaceful. It is said that the Imperial Lotus Sect has gone to mess with Silver Wolf. The head of Shaolin and the others are on guard at the foot of the mountain. Let's go to the mountain first, clear out the remaining traitors, and set up camp by the way."

At this time, the mountain turned around and he had reached the top of the cliff, which was much higher than the previous hillside. There was a man standing in front of the broken wall. He was wearing black clothes and his inner skirt was soaked in blood. It was Yan Qingchi.

Ji Luantian's voice came from next to his ear: "—Yan Qingchi, colluding with the inside and outside of the cult, has been thoroughly investigated by Master Wuwu and the elders of Wudang Lake Buddha."

Ji Qingbai looked at Yan Qingchi, clenched Situ Yu's shoulder with his fingers, and said to Ji Luantian, "No, I think..."

"He has admitted that he was injured and poisoned the leader, and the leader has just been rescued from his house."

Ji Qingbai looked at Yan Qingchi in a daze, only to see that he was covered in blood, holding the sword in his hand with both hands and propping it on the ground.

Yan Qingchi laughed loudly, but he didn't speak. He tilted his head back, showing a bit of unruliness.

Ji Qingbai said weakly and coldly: "I think we need to think long term."

The condemnation from the people around was getting louder, Ji Qingbai jumped off Situ Yu's back, staggered forward, trying to squeeze in.Ji and Situ on the side saw that they were talking but hurriedly helped to separate the crowd.

But I heard a rather majestic voice: "Collude with the rebellious party, with ulterior motives, the traitor deserves death, take over!"

Ji Qingbai suddenly raised his head in the middle of the squeeze, only to see a middle-aged man's palm like thunder, imprinted on Yan Qingchi's chest.

Like a kite with a broken string, Yan Qingchi fell off the cliff in tatters and disappeared from Ji Qingbai's eyes in an instant.

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