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The swamp of death has been filled with miasma for many years, and it is full of poisonous insects and poisons. No one has been able to get out of it alive.

The wild dog was restless all the way, he followed Gui Wang's instructions without telling Gui Li, and spread the news here.

Gui Li who was walking in front seemed to sense something, suddenly stopped, and said in a low voice: "Don't be nervous, as long as it doesn't hinder me."

"Yes", the wild dog couldn't help but sweat for himself.The aura emanating from Gui Li's body was too terrifying.

Gui Li walked in this swamp of death calmly, as if taking a walk, so indifferent, and he chose secluded places, he still didn't want to meet people he knew well, he was afraid that he would not be able to control his emotions and anger others, but What is there to be afraid of, the faint sound of fighting came.

Lin Jingyu, Lu Xueqi, Zeng Shushu and others' disciples of Qingyun are fighting with the God of Poison, the strength of the two groups is evenly matched, it is inseparable.

Gui Li brushed past them as if no one was there, the only pair of eyes exposed under the mask were indifferent and frosty.

Since Gui Li didn't want to meddle in other people's business, the wild dog also followed behind him without squinting.

But there is a saying that is good, you can still live if you do evil, self-inflicted evil is unforgivable, when the poisonous god and Qingyun were fighting, he even waved a poisonous mist at Gui Li, maybe he just wanted to deal with a person who came to snatch the divine water and the heavenly book man, but...

I saw Gui Li flicking his robe casually, the poisonous mist still went back according to the original track.

He didn't even pause in his steps, walking as he should, he was so defiant.

"Xiaofan", Lu Xueqi couldn't help shouting when she saw the fire stick in his hand, as if there was a raging desire burning in her heart.

With this shout, everyone's eyes turned unconsciously to the familiar fire stick in his hand, and they felt a little stunned.

The God of Poison took advantage of this to scatter a large white cloud of poisonous mist, and at the same time slapped Lu Xueqi who was the first to bear the brunt. Lu Xueqi was startled and hurriedly made a move, but before she could complete the gesture, a powerful wave of air rushed straight at her. When they arrived, Lin Jingyu and others around them were stalked and beaten by the disciples of the Poison God's sect, and they didn't even have time to step forward to rescue them.

At the moment of life and death, Lu Xueqi didn't change her face, she wondered whether her life was coming to an end.

Her eyes looked at Zhang Xiaofan, the distant figure let her know that this boy will not return to Qingyun, although she already knew it.

Just when the Poison God was dark, all his movements seemed to be stuck, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of Lu Xueqi, the fire stick in his hand emitted a dazzling blue light, not only blocked the Poison God's energy wave, but also forced After taking a few steps back, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Stinky boy!" Poison God cursed bitterly at Cheng Yaojin who came out halfway.

"Get out!" There was no ups and downs in the tone, but the cruelty could be heard.

The Poison God knew that he was no match for the ghost-masked man, so he could only wave his hand to call back his disciples to retreat, and look for another opportunity to avenge him in the future.

"Xiaofan..."

The place became quiet all of a sudden, Lin Jingyu and the others stepped forward one after another, but as long as they thought about what happened ten years ago, they didn't know what to say, and they immediately became embarrassed.

"Junior brother Zhang...thank you!"

"It doesn't have to be like this, Zhang Xiaofan is dead, the one in front of you is Ghost Li, if you meet again, you will be your enemy."

Such a clear line of demarcation made everyone at a loss for a while, and could only watch his back gradually disappearing. From the beginning to the end, he kept his back to them, without even looking at them. For ten years, all Are all ties to me gone?