Chapter 1 Helper

The huge sword with a flashing white light held in his hand, and the man who was originally ordinary looked also full of momentum at this time, like a god of war.

Ppressed by this strong sword spirit, Hongwu and Hei San took a step back at the same time.

Although the other party has not stated its position at this time, helping Ziyin block the next blow before is enough to explain everything. This is naturally the worst unfolding for Red Five and Black Three.

Although the wind was not idle and poisoned, and Ziyin could not protect herself, the thin camel was bigger than the horse. Even if the red five black three can finally capture the two, it will take some effort. But the two men who appeared at this time are not in the category of "taking some effort" at all.

Needless to say, the man with the sword was enough to shock Hongwu - he came first and easily blocked the black three skull Buddha beads, and his strength could not be done in the void period.

But the name Dongfang Wuwuwu seems a little strange... The red five hearts turn quickly, but they can't think of any practitioners above the empty period in the immortal and demon way.

But that's all right. What makes the Red Five feel worse is the man in white who appeared with the sword-wielding man, but still stands aside and watches coldly. This man dressed as a scribe and had no need to be white. He looked about 40 years old and stared at this side without saying a word.

But even if this man did not move, his strength could not hide it at all. The hostility emanating from his body came to his face like a sharp blade visible to the naked eye. It made Hongwu feel shocked - who is this man? The strength is really the same!

"Brother Dongfang, finish them as soon as possible. We don't have much time left." Although the scribes in white did not mean to take action, they spoke rudely and did not pay attention to Hongwu and Hei San in their words.

Hong Wu laughed angrily when he heard this, but calmed down and thought of a solution.

Feng Buxian seized the opportunity at this time, immediately unfolded his body, stepped to Ziyin in a few steps, pulled her back a few feet. After maintaining a relatively safe distance, although Feng is not idle, he still asked with luck, "Miss, do you have any elixir that can inhibit poisons?"

Ziyin could only reply with a wry smile. She was imprisoned and the magic weapon was also taken away. At this time, there was no possibility of carrying any panacea on her body. Feng Bian shook his head and only said in his heart: Fortunately, the poison of the Red Five only depleted my skills, but it had no other effect - but this time I was too reckless.

The poison of the Red Five is not life-threatening, which makes the wind feel much more at ease. If it is safe, it can force the toxin out of the body.

At this time, the scribe in white lost the same thing to the wind and Ziyin. The throwing technique is impeccable. The thing fell at the foot of the wind, but it was a small bottle.

"Xuan Miao pills can relieve all kinds of poisons, just put them in your mouth."

Feng is not surprised to know that everything he had just talked with Ziyin fell into the other party's ears. He just smiled freely, bent down to pick up the bottle from the ground, poured out a red pill, and put it in his mouth.

Although the medicine is not right, the elixir given by the white scribe also had some effect, but for a moment, the wind immediately felt that the speed of power decay in the body slowed down.

"Thank you for your help." Ziyin saluted the sword-wielding man and the scribe in white, and then put his hand on Feng Buchian's back to help him move the poison.

The scribe in white smiled coldly and said, "Don't thank me. Since you are from the ancient demon family, don't want to escape today."

At the same time of the dialogue, Dongfang Wuwu also fought with Hongwu and Hei San. Although it is one against two, it is not difficult at all. The sword move is as ordinary as his appearance. It is said that it is a move, rather than an ordinary chopping, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, from left to right, from right to left, and over again, there are only these four times.

It's just that his flying sword itself is huge and unparalleled, matching the huge Zhenyuan injected into the flying sword in the east. It is this simple offensive, but it is also fierce. How the thorny whip of the Red Five attacked unruly, and broke it with an ordinary sword. The strength of the black three itself is a little worse. At this time, he only dares to distance himself from the other party and launches a few skull Buddha beads from time to time.

The scribe in white looked aside for a while, frowned and said in his heart, "I didn't expect the strength of the ancient demon gate to be so great. This red five will poison it, but I didn't expect a long whip to make it so smooth. If you meet an ordinary practitioners, it is difficult to deal with the enemy. Unfortunately, there is more ingenuity and lack of strength, which can be dealt with with the Dongfang brother's sword.

Dongfang Wuwu slashed out and defeated the Red Five offensive. The sword was full of wind and rage. Red Five couldn't even think of fighting with a whip, so he could only retreat.

"What bad luck today! Why did you meet such a person who uses a flying sword!" Hongwu's heart is called grievance - most practitioners have different uses of flying swords, among which all kinds of changes are magical, and they are all frivolous and ingenious. For example, the seven-star thunder sword obtained by Mo Shoucheng from Pu Lao, the elder of Xuantian Pavilion, has seven arrays engraved on the sword, and countless changes can be created by cooperating with each other.

However, there is no fancy with this selfless flying sword in the East. Except that it is big enough, there is nothing special about it. What makes the red five angry the most is the other party's sword method. The sword of a true person usually works hard on dexterous and tricks. It is also mentioned that the level of the sword of a true person can be judged by how far the sword can be from his hand. Although this statement seems one-sided, it also makes some sense.

If so, the eastern selflessness in front of her is simply an idiot of the sword.

In addition to the previous release of the flying sword in order to save Ziyin, he has been holding the huge sword in his hand and cutting it horizontally. It is much more beautiful to find an ordinary martial artist to dance the sword.

It's just such a simple trick, but because of the amazing sword power in the East, the Red Five is helpless and can only keep retreating. Her spine whip is not only poisonous, but also can create illusions in an instant, making the opponent feel dazzled. If the long whip is waved, it can be said to be a rare trick in the world.

But no matter how she dances the long whip and attacks the east from any angle, the other party can only split it with a sword, no fight at all, no defense, no do not dodge, and fight desperately. It simply made Hong Wuqi bitter, and he only scolded in his heart: How can this man be so strange! How can there be a true practicer who has reached this level and done such a way!

Hei San wandered around the periphery, but he couldn't help much. After all, his strength was poor. Although the magic weapon in his hand was sharp, he couldn't even resist the opponent's sword wind. Every time every skull Buddha bead hit the opponent, he bounced back to Jianfeng.

Looking at Dongfang Wu, I have gained the upper hand, and the scribe in white stopped watching the battle. His body shook and had come to the side of Feng and Ziyin.

"Are you also from the ancient demon family?" Although I had heard a lot of answers in secret just now and could vaguely sort out clues from them, the scribe in white was still impatient and asked directly.

At this time, Feng is doing his work to heal his wounds and can't speak. But Ziyin was really not in the mood to answer this question. She subconsciously nodded and then shook her head quickly.

The scribe in white sneered and said, "Don't want to say? That doesn't matter. Anyway, there is a lot of time and means to teach you to say it.

Ziyin shook her head and said with a haggard expression, "It's not that I don't want to say it... It's just that now is not the time to speak."

Whether public or private, the ancient demon family will not let go of itself, which Ziyin knows better than anyone else. All the way to now, in fact, her mind is still confused, and she always feels that everything is like a nightmare, and there is no sense of reality. Even if she was put in prison and banned with all her skills, she thought that her father would be angry for a while and would never lock her up for the rest of her life. But Hei Ba risked his death to rob the prison, but brought her the news like a bolt from the blue.

Father... Is this your answer to your daughter?

Seeing that Ziyin looked stunned again, the scribes in white did not say more. They only frowned and looked back to the war situation on the other side. At this time, I have completely gained the upper hand. Every sword waved, it must force the red five to retreat and dodge.

"This fly is spinning around, which is really annoying!"

The white scribe shouted softly, and his voice went straight into the ears of the black three. Before the black three reacted, the white scribes had handed it out with a punch, which was incredibly fast. Only in the blink of an eye, Hei San felt a huge force rushing into Dantian, and even the time to resist was lacking, and even Yuan Ying had smashed this force.

To be honest, Hei San didn't know how he died until he died.

In an instant, the white scribe who killed the black three did not take action again, but greeted Dongfang Wuego, "Brother Dongfang, how long will it take? Let's finish it quickly."

Listening to his tone, it seems that Dongfang is still not showing all his strength.

Seeing that the scribe in white seemed to have not moved his hands and feet, he killed Hei San quietly, and immediately turned pale with fear. With her cultivation, she barely saw that the white scribe seemed to reach out and shoot something from the sleeve cage. As for the rest, she didn't know at all.

At this time, the wind has barely suppressed the toxins in his body. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help taking a breath and thought to himself: The speed of this man's action seems to be still above me. Who is such a role? Why did it appear here?

Although he was shocked, he forced himself to suppress himself and said with a smile: "The senior knocked down the black three with his hands and feet. This cultivation is really shocking."

It's an exaggeration to say that it's shocking the past and the present, but the wind is not idle. Anyway, he knows that good words don't need money. At present, although he and Ziyin have escaped from the pursuit of the Red Five, it may not be a good thing when they fall into the hands of this white man - at least it is not clear what the other party is doing to them. Degree.