Could this be the Immortal Flying Sword?

"Bang"

The Sword Lord would not explain anything to Qu Xie. He flew over and used his strange martial arts, slapped Qu Xie's back heart with one palm, and clasped his right hand into a claw shape.

He clamped it on Qu Xie's wound and pulled it outwards.

Break the wound of Qu Xie.

Another piece of unique white jade of mutton fat was stuffed between the wounds.

"ah!"

The Demon Lord Chi Lian screamed, his body trembling, as if he was being electrocuted. He fell on the eaves of the green tiled roof, curled up his limbs, and his facial features were twitching.

That well-maintained face seemed to have become more than a teenager in an instant.

After years of hard practice of Yin and Yang evil magic, the "Yin and Yang energy" accumulated was absorbed from the body without reservation by the strange jade.

That kind of pain is no less than skinning and cramping.

"bass"

Amid the sound of the light-hearted sword, the ancient Lingxu sword fell back into the sword box behind Liu Zhuoran.

The machine spring moves soundly, and the sword box closes.

Jian Jun gasped and took out the mutton fat jade from Quxie's wound.

He looked at Qu Xie, who was curled up in pain and unable to fight back, adjusted his breathing frequency and said coldly to him:

"There are rules in the master's sect. Those who are destined to be with Penglai will not be able to take their lives. But this rule will only protect you once. If you violate it again next time, you will not be able to save your life!

Just take care of yourself!"

After saying that, Liu Zhuoran bent down and picked up the inactive maid Xiuhe. With a light toe, he flew away from this remote eaves and disappeared into the night in Suzhou.

After a few breaths, Qu Xie, who was aged in teenagers, tremblingly got up from the ground.

The "yin and yang energy" that had accumulated to break through the bottleneck of martial arts was taken away.

Very painful.

But it did not hurt his roots.

The spiritual energy taken by Yin and Yang is used to prepare to break through the innate realm in one fell swoop, and is considered external objects.

He covered his shoulder wound, his gray eyes full of resentment.

"Woman...I need a woman..."

Qu Xie murmured to himself as if he had lost his mind.

At this time, he urgently needed to find a cauldron to replenish spiritual energy and repair his injuries.

He was irritable and almost lost control, so he let the evil thoughts in his heart drive him, trembling like a ghost, jumping away from the place and rushing out of the city wall.

"Demon Lord!"

After a few breaths, Qu Xie met the man in the devil who was broken up.

Judging from the style of the clothes, they should be the Seven-Character Sect.

A female disciple saw Qu Xie's body swaying and thought that the Demon Lord might have been injured, so she came to support him.

But just as she approached Qu Xie, her wrist was locked by the sect leader.

The female disciple raised her head and saw the light like a beast in Qu Xie's eyes.

"Tear"

Clothing was broken and the woman screamed.

Several other Seven-Miscellaneous Sects were about to step forward to stop the atrocities, but they were pierced by the cold light that Qu Xie waved out of him, leaving only a corpse on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a sound that seemed miserable and charming came from afar outside the city at night.

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Twenty miles outside Suzhou City, Zhang Chu rode on a horse, surrounded by more than 30 elite seven-character elites.

The four guards of the heaven and earth, which were strangely silent, were tightly protected by Zhang Chu.

The coma and miserable "Second Young Master" Zhang Lan was carried on his shoulder by a tall disciple of Seven Quaternary Sages.

However, this group of people walked slowly.

They had left the defense area outside the city of Zhenwu Chunyang Sect and also left the battle area of ​​Suzhou City. No one would have rushed so far in the night to chase this group of demon thieves.

They have already escaped.

But Zhang Chu's expression was not relaxed, and there was no look of joy.

I didn't say anything about the losses of the disciples.

As long as the life and death contract is in hand, the lower-level disciples will have as much as they want.

But the losses of the elite are heartbreaking, and the loyal confidant Kutuo was buried in Suzhou City.

The evil sword master he trained carefully but was miserable and was trapped by decent people in the suburbs of Suzhou. It is unknown whether he can survive.

If the uncensored jade is dead...

It's really heartbreaking.

Also, the magic sword that is very likely to fall into the hands of the decent is evil.

Although he had no idea of ​​using the magic knife, it was the only supreme twelve weapons in the hands of the Qi Juemen. If he lost it like this, it would be difficult to get it back in the future.

But in the current situation, it is absolutely necessary to let Zhang Chu go back to support You Wuming.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

This is Zhang Chu's life creed. It is a pity that the Demon Sword is lost, but if he falls into danger because of a Demon Sword, it will be a bit unworthy.

After all, it's an external object...

Thinking of this, Zhang Chu touched the sword-shaped jade hanging on his chest.

This thing is cold, but no matter whether it is injected with true energy or blood, it has no reaction, which makes Zhang Chu a little disappointed.

He also knew that this jade was his father's beloved thing.

He was sure that the item he loved so much by his father was destined to be extraordinary, just like a complex small box of mechanisms. There must be some way to untie it, but it only requires countless attempts.

He has always been very patient with this mysterious treasure.

"Understanding"

The sound of war horses neighing and galloping sounded in the night behind the people. Zhang Chu, who was rubbing sword jade, suddenly opened his eyes, tightened the reins of the horse, and looked back.

On the post road behind him, two horses were galloping.

One of them was wearing a tattered black dress, with a strange ghost face on his face, and carrying a black iron-filled sword.

Another man was wearing a single dress, covered with blood stains, and his black hair was swaying behind him, holding the reins of the horse in one hand and the seven-star shaking knife in the other.

Only two people!

"Shen Qiu!"

Zhang Chu looked at the two horses, stopped ten feet behind the crowd, and was quickly surrounded by the elites of the Seven-Sages.

A strange color flashed through the unique two pupils of the Seven-Miscellaneous Sect Master. He sneered and said:

"Is this a purposely sent me a knife?"

Shen Qiu didn't answer.

He turned his head and looked at the silent mountain ghost, and he said:

"Brother, he will give it to you, and the jade on his chest."

"Um"

Shan Gui nodded and pulled out the black Chengying Taoist weapon from behind.

This sword...

Alas, my appearance is so miserable. Just looking at my appearance, I really can't be regarded as a good weapon, just like a fibrous man I found from a blacksmith shop.

"Other, yours."

The mountain ghost held the sword, he glanced at Shen Qiu, and said:

"Can you do it? Sand sculpture."

"How can't it work?"

Shen Qiu laughed, and the shaking light in his hand was hit by Chengying. He was no longer as fierce as before. Although he was not obedient, he was silent like non-violent and incooperating.

But Shen Qiu no longer needs to use his true energy to fight the fierce sword intent.

He looked at the seven-character elites surrounding him who surrounded the two of them. After the hard battle that night, he finally reached the end.
To be continued...