Qi Yu's voice was very hoarse, as if he was suppressing the complex emotions deep in his heart.

It was his youthful ignorance that killed his only grandfather, and it was his simplicity that caused him to lose his sword species and his bright and broad future.

And all of this was caused by his best friends.

He wants to take revenge!

His misery when he was young changed his temperament and his anger was very strong.

After entering the immortal path, he also took the path of sword cultivator. Because of his ruthless actions, he was quite famous among the casual cultivators and was known as the Sword of Killing.

In recent years, there have been evil cultivators in the same world of tragedy, and the number of people in various sects is vacant. Recently, there are leaders of the Kong Zen Sword Sect coming to recruit people.

Qi Yu came and happened to see his young friend Qi Le!

After not seeing each other for several years, Qi Le has delicious food and drinks in the major sect and the best teachings. He has already been in the middle stage of foundation building. He is wearing a delicate fairy robe and the most majestic fairy sword. He stands on the ring and accepts the look of everyone looking up.

And what about him?

In the world of immortal cultivation, the fighting between monks is much crueler than the struggle of mortals. He gradually grew from a child to a foundation-building monk. It is easy to imagine how much hardships he suffered and how many hardships he suffered.

Originally, all of this should be his, but at this time, all of them were snatched away by Qi Le!

"Qi Le, you robber!"

Qi Yu was crazy and killed the newly acquired disciple of Kongchan Sword Sect.

Although Qi Le had the help of the sword, he also retreated from Qi Yu's lifeless killing and defeated.

Just as Qi Yu's sword tip was about to pierce Qi Le's chest, a Jindan monk appeared, and just stretched out his hand to block his attack. Even just a look made him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar and could not move.

He lit a escape talisman obtained by chance and finally escaped.

But because of insufficient cultivation, the escape talisman was only burned for half of it, and almost all his essence and blood were exhausted.

Fortunately, he fled from Qicheng to outside the city.

He almost bumped into a gray-clothed female cultivator. This female cultivator looked about the same age as him, but she had a real golden elixir cultivation.

The escape talisman is something that he cherishes very much, but he understands that this talisman may not be able to do it at this time, so he deliberately mentioned the mystery of the seed, hoping to arouse the other party's curiosity and greed to save him.

Hua Xiaomi lifted Zhaocai Jinbao on her shoulders while looking at the escape talisman in her hand.

The talisman paper is brown and yellow, and the runes on it are like iron hooks and silver strokes, but they are faintly mysterious.

She would feel dizzy after watching it for a long time.

As for the seed, it really aroused her curiosity, after all, there are many rare treasures in the world.

Qu Fang, who was beside him, was attracted by the four words of Kongchan Sword Sect, and he immediately said, "I will take your hatred."

Hua Xiaomi shook her head secretly. This song was really too anxious.

She saw that Qi Yu was pretty and wanted to refine the other party into a puppet.

"Save me, I must kill Qi Le with my own hands."

Qu Fang threw a bottle of elixir at him, and Hua Xiaomi's eyes immediately glared.

At the time, the space in Yuntian Pavilion was unstable, and all her storage bags and spirit beast bags were broken, and she was worth nothing. But the other party did not have such an experience?

Or is she more unlucky in losing money?

Qu Fang picked up the piano and made a stern song. Qi Yu stood up and used the medicine to heal the wound. His breath became much calmer, but due to excessive blood loss, his face was still sallow.

A wave came from the northern direction, with a fierce murderous intent and a violent sword energy surging.

Qu Je stopped and looked at her.

Here comes.

Hua Xiaomi put the treasures on the ground and let good luck take care of her.

I was so excited to coax the Jiaojiao magic weapons who had just gotten angry.

Unfortunately, she seemed to have no talent to coax people, and the pair of bowls and chopsticks each stuck out their butts and ignored her.

Damn, it's really hard to serve.

The sword energy became closer and closer, and seemed to be rushing straight here, bringing unspeakable domineeringness.

Hua Xiaomi had no choice but to lean over and grab a handful of soil to meet her, and was directly shattered by the cold sword energy.

Qu Je waved his hand, several strings flew out, collided with the sword that rushed over in the air several times, making a "dangdang" sound.

The sharp sword was retracted, and two tight white clothes in Kongchan Sword Sect were wearing swords in front of him.

The Jindan monk with a long white beard had a stern face, and the sword intent flowed in the air, and he was looking down at them.

A sharp gaze looked past Qu Jean, and a subtle touch appeared on his white-bearded face, with an indescribable satisfaction, "Hehe~ it was Miss Qu from Manyin Shuixie."

Then he slid his eyes on Hua Xiaomi, looked at him again, and frowned, "Where did you come from the smelly beggar? Why don't you get out of it?"

Through the brief confrontation just now, Baibei thought that Hua Xiaomi was just a guy who was strong on the outside and had sex on the inside. She was not good-looking and not strong, and she showed no mercy on her own.

Hua Xiaomi was stunned and looked around and then confirmed that the other party was talking about her.

she:"……"

Her clothes were just gray and a little damaged, and she just forgot to wash her face and looked dirty.

At this time, the treasure pot and the Laifu stick in your hand were also lost due to a tantrum, which was covered with a layer of bad luck, especially the edge of the bowl was knocked on the edge. When he was dressed up, he really looked like a beggar begging on the street.

Good luck lay on Zhaocai Jinbao's head and smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth, pointing his little paws at her and mocking:

"I said you are poor, you can't dress up yourself, but you're just beggar-like!"

This was said without any politeness. A handsome male cultivator behind the white beard in the air couldn't help but laugh directly.

Under such serious circumstances, the male cultivator smiled quite stupidly.

Since he appeared, Qi Yu's gaze has been nailed to him, and the anger at the tip of his eyes was so strong that Hua Xiaomi, who was not far away, could feel cold.

"Qi Le, I want you to pay your life!"

Qi Yu roared, and his fingers were together, and a blood-colored small sword flew out from his dantian. The murderous intent was really terrifying. Qi Le's body couldn't help but shrink behind the white beard.

But the white beard raised his beard and slapped it out, shouting, "How can you avoid a crisis as a sword cultivator? Come on! What are you afraid of if you are a half-dead person?"

Qi Le seemed to be inspired by his words, and also mentioned his natal spiritual sword made of the snow essence stone and rushed forward.

Compared to the level of cherishing materials, Qi Yu's sword body is mixed and not pure enough. But that murderous intent is really intimidating, and these are all caused by casual cultivators fighting outside.

Unfortunately, no matter how strong the murderous intent is, Qi Yu is seriously injured and has no spiritual power.

The two sides faced each other, and the collision between force and force, he felt a sense of emptiness in his body. He was stunned for a moment. Without the master's control, the sword was unstable and fell from mid-air.

Qi Le was stunned and was immediately overjoyed. He took the opportunity to sprint towards him with his sword.
Chapter completed!