The middle-aged sword cultivator's body flew backwards.

A sword wound appeared behind him, and blood flowed.

The remaining snow he had already red.

The blood is watered, and the snow melts.

From the perspective of the winner Gao Ge, it is very pleasing to the eye.

The middle-aged sword cultivator slowly got up.

He gasped heavily, looking at Gao Ge with a fierce look, and Xia Lu standing beside Gao Ge.

"Shameless..." He uttered these two words in anger.

In his opinion, a person like Gao Ge is not worthy of becoming an immortal cultivator.

We can fight alone, how can you let your helper take action?

Moreover, when I was dealing with that girl, how could you sneak attack me behind the scenes?

Gao Ge suddenly felt very uncomfortable when he was scolded by the middle-aged sword cultivator.

It is hard for you to imagine that a person who comes up and wants to steal your stuff will point at your nose and scold you for being shameless.

"Brother, who are we shameless?" Gao Ge couldn't help asking.

The middle-aged man gasped.

His face was full of suspicion.

He really couldn't understand why Gao Ge could appear behind him quietly.

If the blade hadn't fallen on his back, he would have been unaware of it.

Even the fluctuations in the other party's body's qi were not noticed.

Gao Ge naturally would not answer the other party's doubts. The sky-covering umbrella that he ate at Tianmen before was extremely useful. It is not difficult to cooperate with his own ghost scenes.

However, no matter what, the other party can't get the answer.

"Stop talking nonsense with him, kill him." Xia Lu said in a deep voice.

Originally, the middle-aged sword cultivator thought that this little girl was pretty, but now she thinks that this girl is simply ugly.

If you open your mouth and keep silent, you will kill yourself.

Where is the cuteness of a little girl?

Gao Ge is a person with very unstable will. For example, now he was convinced by Xia Lu, so he held the flying star sword in his hand again and rushed towards the middle-aged sword cultivator.

"Hmph, do you want to kill me, are you qualified?" The middle-aged Jian Xiu gritted his teeth, and the gaps between his teeth were covered with blood. He looked like he had just eaten something raw. He held the long sword in his hand with both hands and swung it out with one sword, and the sword energy surged.

This sword is much sharper than the opponent's moves before.

Obviously, this is going to bet on the verge of all.

"Good come!"

Gao Ge is not afraid at all.

I was chopped by myself and my blood flowed continuously.

In this state, if I am not his opponent, I might as well just bury my head in the snow and commit suicide.

"My sword is called Tianwei!"

The sword energy suppressed Gao Ge's speed.

Every time Gao Ge takes a step forward, he has to face tremendous pressure.

It looks a bit like that time I approached Shuzhou Tongzi Building.

It was also a bit like that, with Xia Lu, we went to the snow mountain under the wind and snow.

Obviously, the middle-aged sword cultivator is close at hand, but the distance seems to be a hundred feet away.

Xia Lu's body couldn't help but retreat.

Her strength is not as strong as Gao Ge, so at this time, let alone rushing up to help Gao Ge, whether she can stabilize her body is a question.

Gao Ge gritted his teeth, and the expression on his face became more and more ferocious.

The flying star sword in his hand buzzed.

The fighting spirit in the body was burning.

He slowly raised his arm, but at this moment, he felt that the flying star sword in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, which fully demonstrated the importance of the jack.

"Start up!"

Gao Ge roared angrily.

The sound traveled far and shook snowflakes.

The stars in the body surged up wildly and gathered in the flying star sword in his hand. In an instant, the sword light shone brightly.

In the deep forest.

A few beast roars could be heard vaguely, like a threat to Gao Ge, and a little fearful.

"My sword is called Potian!"

Singing loudly and laughing loudly, with the keel on his face highlighted.

After the two sword energy collided, it triggered a small-scale explosion.

Snow collapses on the mountains.

Fortunately, it has not reached the point of avalanche.

Otherwise, Gao Ge would have really shot himself in the foot.

There was a "boom".

The two sword energy canceled each other.

Gao Ge fell with a sword, breaking through layers of resistance.

Through the middle-aged sword cultivator's body, he passed through.

At this time, his body was covered in blood, and his clothes were swept through the sword energy...

Looking at the snow-covered snow on the snowy mountain, and finally returned to the quiet, panting Yue Xincheng wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I was scared to death and I thought it had avalanche." Yue Xincheng said with a smile.

He sat on a man with a Western China iron fist. At this time, the temperature of the Western China man was gradually getting colder.

In fact, he just defeated the opponent and did not kill him.

The West China Iron Fist disciple sitting under him was crushed by the boy's throat with one hand.

Yue Xincheng was standing by and watching, watching the boy crush the throat of every West China Iron Fist disciple. During this process, the expression on the boy's face looked light and light, as if he was just doing something insignificant.

As for the black-faced man, he punched Yue Xincheng to death.

Anyway, he has no favoritism for the person named Ke Shan, and he has no grudges and has to seize himself. Isn’t this an idle pain?

"I'll give you these two spirit stones." The young man divided the spirit stones he snatched and fulfilled his previous promise to Yue Xincheng.

Yue Xincheng thought about it and took it over. Although the spirit stone was not attractive to him and he didn't care, it would be better to follow it at this time, otherwise it would inevitably make the other party confused and think that he didn't want the spirit stone, which was a big goal.

He doesn't like dealing with such people. Although he fought side by side just now, he doesn't like it.

"Can I leave now?" Yue Xincheng said with a smile.

The boy nodded and smiled and said, "Of course, we just came to the secret realm this time just to find some opportunities. We absolutely have no intention of being enemies with the people of the Immortal Cultivation Academy. Our Jiyang Sect is just a small sect, and we dare not fight with Long Pavilion, and the Immortal Cultivation Academy, right?"

Yue Xincheng just smiled and didn't say much.

"What's your name?" the young man suddenly asked, "My name is Wu Geng."

"Yuexincheng." Yuexincheng laughed and said, "Your name is Wu Geng? I remember, King Zhou's son also seems to be Wu Geng? This name is unlucky."

"Oh? Where to start?" asked the young man, "Is it because I have the same name as King Zhou of Shang?"

"That's not. I think that a big man cannot be called Wu Geng. Wu Geng is rootless and not likable."

The boy grinned and laughed, not minding being teased by the other party at all.

"If you have time in the future, you can come to my Jiyang Sect to make a move." The young man said seriously.

"Well, maybe you were already the head of the Jiyang Sect at that time." Yue Xincheng said seriously.

"The head of the Jiyang Sect?" The young man shrugged, "I'm not interested."

"Oh? I don't like the Jiyang Sect?"

"No, my purpose is to join the Dragon Pavilion." The young man said with a serious face.
Chapter completed!