With just one glance, Lu Qingyao recognized that the dart was exactly the same as the three shots shot by the underwater man, and even the white smoke that exploded was the same.

It's you indeed.

Lu Qingyao was furious.

After a while, he had not stopped, and then he took action and brushed the man who followed him.

The man looked like an ordinary person, with his eyes hanging at the ends, his eyebrows were very depressed, his face was gray, as if he had not healed. Looking at the man's eyes, a light flashed in Lu Qingyao's head. He was the masked man who escaped after being injured by Liang Shao. He was Xu Shuang's man.

After shooting out the dart, Qingzhu wanted to take advantage of the smoke to take advantage of the smoke, but unexpectedly, this man had extremely high martial arts skills and extremely fast attacks. He nailed most of the darts into the wall. The smoke bomb on the dart head exploded inside the wall, and only a faint white smoke floated out from the hole.

Qingzhu's injury has not been completely healed yet. The shot just now has used 70% of its strength. Qingzhu's aura has not adjusted yet, and Lu Qingyao has already taken action, holding Xu Shuang's sword like thunder. Qingzhu saw a cold light flashing in front of her eyes, and felt a chill between her eyebrows. She hurriedly turned sideways to try to avoid it, but she was still unable to do so. The sword edge passed through his face with blood-devouring murderous aura. After a piercing pain, Qingzhu fell beside Xu Shuang.

The left eye was covered in blood, and the thick liquid quickly flowed into Qingzhu's mouth along the corners of the eyes and nose, which was fishy and sweet.

Xu Shuang went to pull Qingzhu, looked up and saw his face, his eyes contracted sharply, his expression seemed to be about to faint, his chest was fluctuating violently, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out with a "wow" sound, and it broke through the acupoint and screamed.

Qingzhu subconsciously touched her face, from the right eyebrow arch to the left jaw, a long wound was exposed to his hands bloodily, and the flesh was turned outward, unfathomable.

"Ah!" Qingzhu shouted, struggled to get up and pounced on Lu Qingyao, trying to use her last strength to die with Lu Qingyao.

Lu Qingyao sneered, looked at Qingzhu's ferocious face and ruthlessly took another palm. Qingzhu smashed towards the door like a kite with a broken string. She was about to break out, but the door was suddenly pushed open. A woman in white clothes and tied the head of a Taoist nun steadily held Qingzhu, then threw Qingzhu behind her, and immediately two disciples came forward to catch him.

The woman is in her thirties and has a pretty face. She only has the drooping corners of her lips that she must be a very strict person on weekdays.

"He Fang's crazy disciple dares to hurt people in the prime minister's mansion, seriously injure Princess Fukang, and injure my disciples in the Genting Palace. It's really crazy."

"Master." Xu Shuang vomited blood again, grabbed the woman's skirt and said hatred, "Kill her, kill her."

The woman squatted down and pointed several acupoints on Xu Shuang's body, saying, "Don't worry, Shuang'er, I will kill her and vent your anger for you."

"Master." Qingzhu outside the door screamed heart-wrenchingly, extremely miserable, with a tremendous hatred.

The disciples of the Genting Palace are divided into direct and side-sequences. The direct and side-sequences are people with noble identities like Xu Shuang. The side-sequences are specially trained to serve direct disciples. If they have particularly outstanding martial arts, they can be selected as secret guards of the direct disciples, and their identities can be higher than the next level. This is how Qingzhu and Ginkgo were selected to be next to Xu Shuang. Therefore, although Qingzhu is not qualified to call the leader "master", the name "master" is also intended to remind him that he is from the Genting Palace at least, and insulting him is equivalent to insulting the Genting Palace.

Unexpectedly, the woman just said coldly, "Take him down to heal the wounds" and did not look at Qingzhu again, but said to the other two disciples, "Please help the princess up, and this leader will practice the way for the heavens today and kill this slutty."

Two female apprentices who seemed to be just disciples from the side immediately came up and carefully helped Xu Shuang aside.

Lu Qingyao looked at the woman arrogantly and suddenly sneered, "Who am I supposed to be? It turns out that he is the leader of Yunding Palace. The unknown young man dares to speak wildly in front of me. Why don't I send you to find the villain Yun Jishui today, so that your master and disciple can be a companion in the eighteenth level hell, so as not to be lonely forever."

"Ran." Yun Suran, the most proud disciple in Yun Jishui's life, is now the head of the Yunding Palace. His face turned pale and murderous intent was all over. He angrily scolded Lu Qingyao, "Where did the wild girl come from? He insulted my master's sect and hurt my disciples. If he doesn't kill you, it will be difficult to vent my hatred."

"Hahaha, I remember that your master was known for being arrogant and arrogant back then, but now you are beyond your reach. Yun Jishui dared not speak so hard in front of me. I want to see how the apprentices she taught inherited her mantle."

Yun Suran's face looked sinister. She was clearly a girl. Why did she say that she felt like she had been through decades of the world and had a feeling of looking back on the past?

Lu Qingyao held the Yunding Sword in his hand and stood quietly opposite Yun Suran, with a arrogant look on his face and a momentum that looked down on everything.

Yun Suran snorted coldly, drew his sword and gathered his energy in his Dantian. The sword in his hand wandered like a poisonous snake, phantoms.

Lu Qingyao went up to him, and a move "Looking at the flowers in the fog" swept across Yun Suran's sword energy, turned around and fought against each other, and both flew up.

In the air, you and I went back and forth for dozens of rounds, everyone in the courtyard was a little incredible. The woman in the night clothes obviously had the upper hand. She quickly transformed into all the tricks of Master Yun and took action quickly. The palm wind clamped the sword energy. Wherever she went, the leaves fell colorfully, and even cut off several flowers and trees from afar. The depth of internal strength was amazing. Master Yun had already used all his strength, and the petite woman seemed to have just made a move.

This woman is definitely not an ordinary assassin, and everyone has never seen her sword skills before. Thinking of this, everyone looked at Xu Shuang, who was sitting there weakly. The man came for her, and now it seems that he has been involved in the head of the sect, that is, in the Yunding Palace.

Yun Suran felt more and more difficult, and was shocked. She thought that this woman was just showing off her verbal pleasure, but she didn't expect that she was really a peerless master.

It has been ten years since the master passed away. When the master and the other four sects surrounded Wuhua Palace, he was seriously injured by the demon Feng Chaowu. After a few years, he left. He passed all his skills to her before leaving. She has never slacked off in practicing for a moment. Over the years, her martial arts have long surpassed her master and have long been among her peers in the world. However, she never thought that she would be forced to panic by a little girl today and feel confused.

The sword in Lu Qingyao's hand seemed to be deliberately humiliating the other party, showing it out at all times and fighting back at all times. When it meets the Yunding sword in Yun Suran's hand, it always has three points of contempt and three points of carelessness, and it makes Yun Suran overwhelmed as if playing with a monkey.

Yun Suran completely turned her face, her eyes were full of murderous aura, and suddenly she folded her hands together, and let out a "hoosh", gathering all her internal forces on her fingertips. The luck in her fingertips, and the sword in her hand rolled towards Lu Qingyao like a huge wave.

Lu Qingyao soared into the air and flew to the roof. Yun Suran followed closely behind, and carried tiles under her feet, like countless darts, flying towards Lu Qingyao.

Lu Qingyao's wrist turned, and the long sword turned into a circle in front of her chest. The tiles shattered and flew everywhere.

Yun Suran seized the opportunity, tiptoed on his toes, and a human sword thrust into the circle.

There were sucking sounds in the yard, accompanied by broken tiles falling everywhere, and the sword energy forced everyone to hug their heads.

What Lu Qingyao wanted was Yun Suran's sword unity. Seeing that the sword tip had arrived at the Yintang, everyone held their breath. Unexpectedly, as soon as the leader's ultimate move was activated, the woman was helpless.

However, there was only a sarcastic "overestimating one's ability" sound. The person behind the sword circle suddenly stopped, raised his sword body in front of him, pressing his left index finger and middle finger on the sword, directly blocking Yun Suran's sword tip.

Yun Suran opened his eyes widened without realizing it. With another luck, he tried to break the sword and stabbed it in. Unexpectedly, Lu Qingyao suddenly grabbed the sword and piled the sword in half. The upper half of the broken sword was like a small dagger, and instantly stabbed Yun Suran.

Yun Suran's eyes were so scared that she quickly stopped her hand and returned to her defense, but it was too late. The sword pierced her shoulder blade and flew straight towards Xu Shuang.
Chapter completed!