Chapter 29 Landslides and Sword Broken

Qi Miao appeared in southern Xinjiang and fell outside the Xiaoyao sect. Although it was deserted, it was also well-organistic. His heart warmed and aroused Shen Danyang.

However, he passed several sounds, and only the forest birds were shocked, but the forest was still empty, and no one came out.

Suddenly, a light green light appeared in a cave, and a sharp voice sounded: "Qi Miao boy, it's actually you? Why didn't you avenge the devil?"

"What?" When Qi Miao heard the sound, she was stunned and couldn't help taking a breath of cold air.

The light is faint, but it is full of strong vitality. It is the true spirit of the spiritual wood created by Qi Miao to save the predecessor of Xiaoyaozong. I can only see the continuous illusion of the face of the foll, like the continuous rotation in the bubble. His appearance is still the hanging eight-character beard and two small eyes. After gathering and sweeping Qi Miao, his sharp voice sounded: "Qi Miao boy, look at your frightened appearance. Is it my appearance that scared you? Or don't you know this big thing that caused a sensation in the demon religion?

"Uncle, please tell me what happened as soon as possible!" Qi Miao rushed over and pressed it tightly, which shocked the sling.

"Xian Chang..." Suddenly, a voice sounded quietly. It turned out that Wang Qisheng, the down-down scholar who was about to disperse his soul and was saved by Qi Miao in the true qi of Lingmu. His face carefully squeezed out of the true qi of Lingmu and rushed to say, "Your demon sect had a big deal. Danyang Xianchang went out with all the brothers in the sect. Leave the two of us here to guard the mountain gate..."

"What's the matter?" Qi Miao was really anxious at this time, and an ominous feeling surged in her heart, "Tell me!"

"Ky!" The son was suddenly angry and shouted fiercely. Wang Qisheng's face suddenly dissipated like a phantom. He stared again, as if he was dissatisfied with Wang Qisheng's seizing his limelight. At this time, Qimiao looked extremely anxious and knew that he could no longer sell the barrier. Finally, he finally said, "So you really don't know about this matter. We also have some relationship..."

He slammed his mouth and sighed, "Do you know that Zhou Hanzhi is not dead..."

"How can it be?" Qi Miao was shocked. "That day, we clearly saw that he was put into the void..."

"It's true..." He nodded, "However, he didn't know how to get out of trouble, and he didn't know what skills he had learned. Five or six days ago, he killed Momianke and Li Qianran one after another..."

"Ah!" The demon lord really died. There was still a trace of luck in Qi Miao's heart before. At this time, his heart was struck by lightning, and his whole body was cold for a while. He took a deep breath. Suddenly, his eyes were blurred, and suddenly it was dark. Only the sound of wind and water became sharper.

Li Qianrong, how this immortal hero was killed by Zhou Hanzhi. Qimiao suddenly woke up. It turned out that Zong Haiming knew about this early, so he wanted to return to the sect first. Qimiao smiled bitterly in her heart. How could she not know that this was the old man's protection for her, but how could this move stop her feet from returning to the magic religion? Bu, he didn't want to delay any more. As soon as he stretched out his hand and held his fist, he said eagerly, "Uncle, Wang Qisheng, you stay in Xiaoyaozong and take care of yourself. I'm going to Peishan."

"Do you also want to avenge the demon lord?" His eyes turned, and when he saw that Qi Miao didn't say anything, he was about to pull himself and fly up. This green light suddenly jumped up and passed a small ball of green gas to him, "Kid, this small ball of spiritual wood can protect you once. It's easy to use!"

"Thank you very much, uncle!" There was a burst of gratitude in his heart, but he was anxious and didn't say much. This turned into a ball of energy. He was looking at the direction of Pishan and broke through the air. Qimiao was anxious all the way, and there was always a doubt lingering in his mind. He kept asking himself: Li Qianran, the hero, how was he was killed by Zhou Hanzhi? Dao Zhouhan stopped the fate meeting and got a great ability to break through the void and reappear in the world.

In a trance, he couldn't help thinking of the "Spirit Record" that Yin Tiantong had been trying to capture all his life...

........ ........

Back in time, seven or eight days ago, Li Qianran took Chen Kai and broke through the air with the sword god, and was going to the Oriental Pavilion three or five miles away from the mountain.

"Master, I don't understand. If you don't take Yuan Chongyue to meet Mo's guests, won't the old man be angry with us?" Chen Kai asked in a rough voice.

"Haha..." Li Qianran smiled and said, "Chen Kai, you seem reckless, but in fact, you are also careful. Indeed, I deliberately didn't take Yuan Chongyue this time, just like making the ink-faced guest angry..."

"This... Why is this?" Chen Kai really didn't understand and became more and more confused.

"I want to use this to test his bottom line of Xikunlun and see how much Kunlun's strength has been damaged..." Li Qianren's face was calm, but there was a trace of cunning in his eyes.

"Oh, Demon Lord, Chen Kai can't understand what you said. Won't you take Yuan Chongyue there, won't Momen to do it with us immediately?" Chen Kai was a little anxious. "Lord, Lord, I'm a rough man. Can you make it simpler for me to understand?"

Chen Kai became rude. Sometimes he couldn't take into account the respect and courtesy, and his words were a little out of proportion, but Li Qianren was certainly not the one who cared about these. He nodded and explained with a smile, "Do you know that day that Shou Weng Yan Huazi and Yuan Chongyue have been seriously injured?"

Seeing Chen Kai nodded, Li Qianren continued: "I'm going to deliberately provoke the ink-faced guest to test how bad Yan Huazi's injury is. How much damage Kunlun's vein is in the war with the military alliance. Think about it, if Yan Huazi is too seriously injured and Peng's mother has to lose her yuan in order to save him, then the ink-faced guest is In anger, I was afraid of tens of thousands of demons. How dare I turn against me at the foot of this mountain? On the contrary, if he is furious and wants to do it, I know that although Yan Huazi is seriously injured, Kunlun's strength has not been damaged too much. It's better to be careful.

"So that's it..." Chen Kai understood and asked vaguely, "What should we do if the ink-faced guest doesn't do it anyway?"

"If so..." Li Qianran suddenly clenched his fist and said with a little hesitation, "That's the God-given opportunity for my demon religion to plan the world and create a hegemony!"

"Hahahaha!" Suddenly, a voice sounded, and Li Qianran's heart was alert, and there was a sword spirit in his hand. He saw the laughter in his ear. However, when he looked around, there was no one there. At this time, Chen Kai also jumped, grabbed a knife in his hand, and shouted angrily, "Who is it! How dare the devil be so presumptuous here!"

"Master Li is restrained, modest and ready to go so far. It turns out to be a great ambition, admiration, admiration!" The voice remembered again. Chen Kai was so angry that he was about to curse, but Li Qianren grabbed his arm and stared at him coldly. It turned out that on the ground, within ten miles, there was a young man standing with his fist, turning his head contemptuously and looking at the two people in mid-air.

Li Qianren suddenly said in shock, "Su He, why is it you?"

It turned out that the man's appearance was the one who was praised as the king of killers by Yuan Chongyue: a few stars Suhe.

Who knew that Li Qianren looked deeply, thought for a moment, and immediately scolded, "No, who are you!?"

"In the eyes of others, you are worthy of the lord of the demon religion." Suddenly, another face appeared on Su He's body, and it seemed that there was a face folded on Su He's face, which made people look dazzling. The floating face was so familiar that even Li Qianren was sure that he should have seen him somewhere.

With a crack, there was a lightning bolt in the sky. In a flash, the night sky was cut out by a crack by the blazing white light. Su He's stomach was suddenly cut open by lightning, and it cracked in an instant, and a wind-like shadow rushed out of it.

The figure was like a rainbow light. When it rushed out, it dragged out a light belt. Li Qianren blinked hard and found that every time he looked at it, the picture he captured was one step behind the other party. In his eyes, countless Confucian clothes and hats suddenly appeared, and people galloped. Li Qianren's heart suddenly moved. At that time I realized: "You are the last week of Lingxia Island!"

"Thank you for remembering!" Zhou Han stopped laughing and didn't know when he was forced to come to Li Qianren. The latter suddenly moved, pulled Chen Kai, waved nine feet with one hand, and praised a hegemonic sword spirit. Then with the impact of sword spirit, he roared, jumped several big steps, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Magic Lord!" Chen Kai shouted loudly and couldn't figure out his mind at all. He only saw countless enemies rushing on all sides, and there was no way to distinguish Zhou Hanzhi's real body. At this time, Chen Kai was dancing with a knife randomly. Suddenly, he only heard him screaming, and one hand was rushing from the oblique rear and deeply pierced his shoulder.

"Chen Kai!" Li Qianren grabbed Chen Kai's body with one hand and raised nine feet of divine fiercely in the other hand, and suddenly cut it like the attacking enemy. However, his hand was suddenly light. The blurred figure of the man in front of him had long drifted away with the wind. It turned out to be just a remnant.

"My sword?" Li Qianren looked at his left hand again and didn't hold the divine spirit. Even though he was heroic and martial, there was not only a trace of confusion in his consciousness at this time.

"Ah!" At this time, when Li Qianren shouted and reached out to cover his chest, he saw nine feet of Shenlie being fiercely tossed behind his back. It was the body that came out. Li Qianren's eyes were black, and it was staggering, but he gritted his teeth and looked at the fierce sword that penetrated into his body in disbelief. On his forehead, it was already sweating. Flowing like a note.

"Good thief, how dare you hurt my demon lord!" After Chen Kai was injured, he fell to the ground for a long time. At this time, when he saw that Li Qianran was injured, he roared in disbelief.