Is it the same with other big brothers?

Mingzhu didn't hide, but turned his head and blinked his eyes, saying: "Are you willing?"

Lu Qingkong said very bluntly: "I'm not broken sleeves, what does it matter to me how good-looking you are?"

As he spoke, the Hidden Knife moved a little away, his eyes collided with Ming Zhu's eyes, and he mercilessly slashed the blade towards Ming Zhu's face.

The next moment, Mingzhu's pupils shrank, he raised his right hand, and struck out a wave of spiritual power with his backhand towards Lu Qingkong's rapidly turned upside-down knife handle. The sharp sleeve knife brushed against the side of his face, bringing out a streak of blood red. Flying into the air with the sound of tearing through the void.

Lu Qingkong quickly drew a magic circle in the void with both hands: "Fen—"

With a low shout, the sleeve knife flying in the air split into two, two into four, and almost instantly turned into a rain of swords that covered the sky and snow white under the light of the lamp.

It was almost just a matter of an instant, and the two of them cooperated extremely well as if they had practiced countless times. Mingzhu didn't blink his eyes, and at the moment the knife rain fell, he raised his hand to draw out the spiritual power from his whole body, covering all the countless blades, like a broken bamboo. Seeing the two Nascent Soul cultivators smash down impressively.

Lu Qingkong likes to delve into strange things, even a small knife that is too ordinary is full of mysteries, after the rain of knives whizzed down, the two of them instinctively propped up their spiritual power and propped it up on top of their heads. There was an empty protective barrier, but the sharp knife passed through the barrier silently and shot straight down. The blade slashed across their bodies, leaving bloodstains.

There was a loud roar on the deck, and a burst of smoke and debris swept up, swallowing the two injured Nascent Soul cultivators.

Mingzhu was dressed in black and was rustling by the strong wind, a bloodstain on his face was slowly flowing bright red, and he raised his hand and wiped it off without hesitation, because the spiritual power in his whole body was drawn out in an instant, making his whole body They were all a little bit exhausted, panting a few times with difficulty, and the long hair on the forehead was wet with cold sweat, looking especially embarrassed.

Zhou Lingxue, still in shock, supported him.

Kua Yujian jumped out from his waist, turned into a small figure floating in the air, and said quickly: "I have notified people to come, please hold on for a while."

Mingzhu gave a difficult "hmm", and supported his limp body to watch the smoke gradually dissipate in front of him.

The red lotus sword that had been on Zhou Xuxue's body seemed to have sensed something, and floated out cautiously, and touched Mingzhu's arm with the hilt, as if afraid of being hit, and immediately retracted behind Zhou Xuxue after touching it.

Ming Zhu casually glanced at it, not as familiar with it.

The Red Lotus Sword floated out again, touched it and retracted, as timid as a mouse.

Ming Zhu became a little impatient: "Kua Yu, make him shut up."

Kua Yu: "Okay."

Kuayu floated directly behind Zhou Lingxue, grabbed the Red Lotus Sword, pressed it to the ground and beat him again.

Zhou Lingxue was in a daze the whole time, feeling that the surroundings were in chaos. He didn't know what to do for a while, but when he heard the sound of ping-pong-pong from behind, he rubbed his brows and pulled Kuayu away, and said helplessly, "The Red Lotus Sword connects to Senior Brother His left hand, do you want to bruise him again?"

The Red Lotus Sword tremblingly floated behind Zhou Lingxue and hid.

Kua Yujian snorted and turned to look for Ming Zhu.

After the smoke dissipated, the two Nascent Soul cultivators had been bloodied by Lu Qingkong's sleeve knife, but no matter how weird the sleeve knife was, the blade was still too short to hit the fatal spot.

One man let out a smirk, pulled out the sleeve knife stuck on his shoulder, and threw it on the ground casually. He looked coldly at Ming Zhu, who was almost unable to stand still, with his dark eyes, and said, "I really underestimated you little bastards." , a little patience."

As soon as the words fell, a horrified Nascent Soul aura quickly spread across the entire deck.

Before the pressure of Yuan Ying's cultivation came down, Ming Zhu slapped Lu Qingkong and said anxiously: "Lengxue, take your ninth senior brother away!"

Zhou Nexue was about to speak, but Lu Qingkong exploded: "Let's go, where are we going? Why don't you come with us if you can? To put it lightly."

Ming Zhu sternly said: "Kua Yu!"

Kuayu let out a "hey" and turned into a layer of transparent barrier out of thin air, covering the three of them, resisting the majestic Nascent Soul aura.

The Nascent Soul cultivator was terrified, and directly smashed the wooden boards on the deck into sawdust, and they were swept into the air by the strong wind.

Mingzhu carried Lu Qingkong and Zhou Lingxue and walked quickly to the edge of the deck. After just a few steps, he broke out in cold sweat: "Jump, jump down..."

Lu Qingkong said angrily: "Are you crazy?"

Mingzhu took a few breaths and said, "Their goal is me, and they won't chase after me."

Lu Qingkong: "You..."

"You will die if you stay here any longer!" Ming Zhu grabbed Lu Qingkong's lapel tightly, approached his pale face, and said with trembling lips, "They really wanted to kill, didn't you notice it?"

Neither Lu Qingkong nor Zhou Lingxue had ever seen Mingzhu's cold and stern look, and he was a little dazed immediately.

Mingzhu took a deep breath, her voice trembling: "Don't, don't worry, Kuayu has already called someone, I'll be fine."

As he said, he carried Lu Qingkong and threw it down.

Lu Qingkong was caught off guard, and before he could react, he was swept up by a violent gust of wind and fell straight down. Soon, a roar resounded in the air: "Bright candle, I...Master..."

Mingzhu didn't hear the curse from his dirty ears, and then kept trying to throw Zhou negativexue down, but Zhou negativexue avoided his hand with extreme vigilance, and looked at him with horror on his face. .

Mingzhu: "Thirteen, don't make trouble, hurry up, Kuayu is going to be overwhelmed..."

Zhou Yingxue's voice trembled a little: "Senior brother...you don't want me anymore?"

Ming Zhu was taken aback for a moment, and then his slumped face suddenly softened. He stretched out his hand to Zhou Lingxue, and forced a slight smile: "Whatever you say, I won't have..."

Before Mingzhu finished speaking, Kuayu, who was desperately resisting at the side, suddenly screamed, and then disappeared in mid-air in an instant, and the overwhelming coercion shrouded the two of them brazenly.

"I don't know how to live or die." The man looked at Mingzhu coldly with murderous intent on his face, and stretched out his hand to slap him directly.

Mingzhu's whole body's spiritual power was pulled out, and he had no strength to backhand at all. He watched the palm force slashing towards him, and the next moment, the gray robe flashed, and Mingzhu felt a person rushing towards him in a daze. Come and stand in front of him, protecting him with your body.

Ming Zhu's pupils suddenly shrank into a dot.

However, that palm didn't hit Zhou Nexue's body. At the very moment, Zhou Nexue's body suddenly burst into a burst of blue spiritual power, and then bits of blue light flickered, condensing into an illusory cloud on the spot. The figure—it was Gui He's protective spell.

It’s just that I don’t know why, Gui He’s body protection spell is completely different from Ming Zhu’s, the figure who came to protect him stretched out his hand, waved lightly at the incoming palm wind, and cultivated the Nascent Soul. The attack disappeared immediately.

Zhou Lingxue also remembered in a flash the protective spell given to her by the little martial uncle before leaving, and rushed up to protect the bright candle desperately. Unexpectedly, the protective spell of the little martial uncle was really useful. Lian Yuan Yingxiu can block every blow.

Seeing the thin figure of the young master uncle, Mingzhu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

The little uncle bowed slightly to the two monks who were full of murderous intent in a gentle and elegant way, as if he had morning classes with them on weekdays, and said in a nice voice: "What is the enmity between your Excellencies and my two nephews? To make such a murderous move? If it is true that our disciples are ignorant, I will apologize to Your Excellency on their behalf, and hope that the adults will not remember the mistakes of the villains."

Seeing Gui He's face, the taller cultivator suddenly sneered, "Who am I? So it's the real Gui He who died tragically in the secret realm of Rizhao. It's been a long time, and you're still alive?"

Gui He's face was indifferent, and he smiled with a good temper: "Long time no see, may I ask your Excellency?"

That person: "..."

Zhou Lingxue helped Mingzhu up, and when he heard the man's words, the two immediately looked at each other, and they both saw horror in each other's eyes.

where?Isn't that the senior whose longevity lamp went out in the Hall of Eternal Life?How could it be the little uncle?

The other monk saw how his companion was gritted his teeth angrily, and said in a low voice, "It's just a sliver of consciousness. If you smash him into pieces, those two little bastards are easy to catch."

The man who was so enraged could hold back his anger, and said: "I'll deal with Gui He, you go grab that bright candle, remember, don't hurt him again."

"understood."

As the man said, he bypassed Gui He's wisp of consciousness, and rushed towards Ming Zhu and Zhou Lingxue. Gui He instinctively wanted to protect the two of them, but before he could make a move, another monk coldly He drew out his sword, blocking Gui He's way of leaving.

After Mingzhu's tossing, he almost couldn't stand, and was supported by Zhou Lingxue, so he barely fell to the ground. His whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and he said in a low voice: "Zhou Lingxue, if you really don't If you go, you won't have a chance."

Even though he said so, his moving right hand was tightly grasping Zhou Lingxue's lapel, even if Zhou Lingxue really wanted to leave, he couldn't break free.

Zhou Nexue was helpless.

The man who came to stop them walked over step by step. Seeing the two quickly retreat to the corner, he smiled cruelly and said, "Little beauty, as long as you come here obediently, I promise not to hurt him, how about it?"

Ming Zhu pursed his lips, and was about to speak, when a cold voice suddenly came from the side: "It's not good."

Mingzhu was stunned for a moment, and then Kuayu cheered in his consciousness: "Here we come! Zhuzi, this is the very reliable rescuer I told you about!"

The rescuer appeared out of nowhere, dressed in black, with long hair tied in a bunch, and was blown flying in the wind by the strong wind. His stern face was full of hostility. He held a long sword with a jet-black flame, and pointed straight at the Cultivator Nascent Soul, his thin lips parted slightly.

"Get out now, I don't blame the past."

Zhou Lingxue frowned, wondering who this person was, Ming Zhu in his arms suddenly struggled to stand up, and tremblingly said to the person: "Brother five five five five!"

Shang Yanfeng turned his head, his gray pupils gave him an indifferent look: "I've seen senior brother, why is he late."

In the entire Rizhao Mountain, Shang Yanfeng is probably the only one who has an attitude towards Ming Zhu towards the elder brother.

At the same time, Lu Qingkong, who was thrown down by the bright candle, was in a bad mood. He thrashed about in mid-air, struggling to get the wooden boat out of the storage ring, trying to stabilize his falling figure, but he struggled for a long time. None of them could activate the formation of the wooden boat.

Lu Qingkong scolded Mingzhu with tears in his eyes, while looking around for a magic weapon that could save his life, he wondered if he was too anxious, he searched for a long time but couldn't find it, but his body soon fell to the ground.

"Ah—" Lu Qingkong screamed uncontrollably, looked at the ground getting closer and closer, and closed his eyes instinctively.

But at the next moment, a pair of hands suddenly pulled his falling body, and then the whistling wind in his ears gradually diminished, and he was hugged horizontally by a person with his legs bent, and the strong aroma of rose cake came to his face, By the time he reacted, he had already been dropped to the ground.

Lu Qingkong slowly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the rescuers brought by Mingzhu had finally arrived, if it was later, he might have fallen into a puddle of mud.

He slowly opened his eyes, just as he was about to see which senior brother saved him, the next moment, You Nu's pretty and lovely face appeared in his sight.

You Nu beamed happily, and said with a smile: "Brother, Senior Brother, will You Nu be in time?"

Lu Qingkong: "..."

Lu Qingkong stared at You Nu with a stiff body for a long time, and suddenly couldn't bear it anymore: "Pfft——"

He's about to vomit blood.

The author has something to say:

Lu Qingkong, drop.

You girl, take it, the princess hugs.

bg's cp is also clearly attacking and receiving. 【no】