Chapter 67 Hand in hand with a confidant

I saw that his skills were raised again, and the black air in his hand swallowed, and the black air flowed above the three-foot short sword, which added power.

The three-foot dark sword, which was originally frozen in the mouth of Qi Miao's heart and could not enter, was finally able to move again. Under the pressure of cold water vapor, it began to slowly pierce her heart. A few traces of bright red couldn't help but overflow the sword through its white skirt.

"Grandpa Mo, if you don't stop, Weihua will die here!" Hearing Li Weihua's sad scream, Mo-faced guests hurriedly looked down.

It turned out that Li Miaohua pulled out a thin sword and held it with his hands upside down, just about to go to his heart.

At this time, the situation was critical. Seeing that Qi Miao was dying, she could not help. It was with a sad and anxious face. Seeing that the ink-faced guest turned his head, but the hand movements had not stopped, she was anxious. She bit her teeth, held the sword fiercely, and the sword had pierced her skin.

"You can't be gorgeous!" A touch of blood red was prominent in his eyes. He shouted, and his body turned over like a gust of wind. He swept to Li Minghua's side. His palm turned up, and the three-foot short sword was cut on the body of Li Minghua's thin sword. The short sword was sharp and the sword was shining. A sword was cutting off Li Weihua's sword, like cutting mud.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Tianhan stopped grabbing Qimiao's body last week. Tianzi fan waved and nodded several acupuncture points in his chest and fed her a golden pill. Qimiao's face was already pale. After taking this elixir, he instantly felt that the pain in his chest was relieved a little. The muscle and heart bleeding quickly healed quickly, and his body was full of vitality. He rose, and his face just rose a little blood again.

Both of their skills reached the bottom of the valley, but the imperial spirit was also difficult to move. Zhou Hanzhi helped Qi Miao, and the two made a lonely cloud and fell to the ground.

"Hmm!" Mo-faced guest saw that Li Miaohua's sword was not deep, but only pierced his skin. Then he was relieved and looked back at Zhou Hanzhi and Qimiao. His heart was angry again. He snorted coldly and wanted to kill again with his sword.

"Dare to ask the elder, the third move has passed before." Zhou Han stopped rushing out and reminded him.

"Bulls, that's why I was worried about the safety of my niece and let it go halfway." Momian was impatient and ignored the identity of the senior master. He pulled his sharp voice and cursed, "Now the old man is going to make up for the unfinished sword. Come and die quickly."

Zhou Hanzhi was shocked and wanted to say something. Qi Miao stretched out his hand, but a blue light up. It was the hard work of the cold air in her body that mobilized a little more. She had passed through the ghost gate before and couldn't help but be really angry. She thought that your group of Xikunlun were really unreasonable. Previously Yan Huazifu, one of the three elders, stabbed himself with a sword as soon as he met, which can be said to obstruct the actions of the demons. Today, the Mo-faced guest is so entangled that there is no reason for him to come. He only heard her shouting harshly:

"It's really unreasonable that you, an old man, are a righteous predecessor, but you are so bitter to the younger generation. Now you are even more out of your word, but I'm not afraid of you. Come on!"

She shouted and saw the roaring place. The cold water turned into a piece of blue, and it was like the faint fallen leaves, protecting her body.

"Really, hehe, what did you say when you knew that the immortals kicked my mountain gate and killed my disciples in Kunlun Mountain?" In anger, Mo Mian's guest was full of fighting spirit and roared, "I'm going to teach you a lesson today, this ignorant girl!"

"No!" Li Miaohua grabbed the ink-faced guest cloak and put pear blossoms and rain on his face. He knelt down and cried.

"Miwa, let go, don't force me to knock you out!" The ink-faced customer turned around and shouted coldly.

"You! How can you do this!" Li Miaohua was angry and anxious. Seeing that he was struggling with each other, he refused to let go. At the same time, he also accused him loudly, "If you really have the ability, you are really angry, but you should go directly to Lingxia Island to find the well-known immortal. Why do you bully the young and bully his two apprentices?"

"What did you say!" These words seemed to have hit the heart of the ink-faced guest. His old face turned red and his heart was even more angry. He immediately raised his palm and was about to hit Li Weihua.

"I said you bully the big and the small!" Li Miaohua looked up against his palm, with a stubborn and unyielding face. He was unwilling to show weakness and said, "You are obviously afraid of the well-known immortal. You have been defeated by him before. He has been sitting there for decades, and you dare not find his obscurity. Now when you meet these two people from Lingxia Island, you have made trouble and make it difficult for many years. Get angry with these two people!"

"I look down on you!" Li Miaohua roared.

"How dare you talk to me like this!" The ink-faced guest was furious, and his anger rose with a murderous atmosphere. His black clothes rose high and waved in all directions. The old face full of wrinkles kept beating, which was the extreme of resentment.

What Li Weihua said was that he turned into several sharp swords, and every word hit his mind. Indeed, he is recognized as the highest person in the Western Kunlun Taoist line. In the past, he fought fiercely with Tongxian and was defeated by him. In the past few decades, he has not set foot on Lingxia Island to seek revenge. If the two fight again He never asked himself what the result would be, but vaguely knew the answer.

What should not be said this time was said by Li Meihua, but the old man's waved palm could not fall. There were tears on the beautiful face in front of him. It was his beloved little nephew who could no longer withstand such humiliation. He immediately shouted and fought straight to the sky. Unexpectedly, he didn't say anything and turned his head to that day. Fly out.

"Grandpa Mo, I'm sorry..." Li Miohua looked at him disappearing in the sky, felt sad and muttered to himself.

"Amitabha..." In front of him, Tiankang Mountain was full of traces of fierce fighting. The vegetation in heaven and earth was shocked by the sword spirit of several people, which was quite messy. He slowly walked to Li Miaohua and recited the Buddha softly. In his heart, he only felt that this life was short, but hatred could be entangled for several generations. It was really a big fallacy.

"Miaohua, thank you..." At this time, Zhou Hanzhi and Qi Miao also gathered around, and Qi Miao gently thanked Li Miaohua.

There was no reason to blow a gust of mountain wind, and the sun was still blazing. A group of birds swept across the sky, turning into a line of clear shadows in the sky, and slowly driving by. Li Muhua raised his slightly red and swollen eyes. Seeing that it was like bathing in the sun, the beautiful and touching fairy was looking at herself with a smile. Her heart moved, but she was timid. Ask:

"Sister Fairy, I blame you for causing trouble. Do you still want to take me with you?"

"Of course, didn't we agree to be together?" Qi Miao took Li Miaohua's soft and slippery little hand, gently helped her up, smelled the strange fragrance on her body, looked at the beautiful woman's eyebrows, and couldn't help pity, and said, "The world outside is still wonderful. Let's go and have a look."

"Great!" Li Meihua burst into tears and laughed and shouted, "As long as you don't dislike the fairy sister, Meihua is willing to follow you to the ends of the earth..."

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