He also sneered: "Qi Yu, just accept your fate. Since God has allowed me to join the Kongchan Sword Sect, why should you be obsessed with it? You should follow the destiny!"

This Qi Le is not outstanding in fighting, has no outstanding character, and is very skilled in speaking.

Compared to this, Qi Yu is more like a real sword cultivator. When he is not good at speaking, he is so angry that his eyes are protruding, and his spiritual breath is fluctuating violently, almost becoming possessed by the devil.

Qu Fang was already dissatisfied with the Kongchan Sword Sect. When he saw that Qi Le was so shameless, he was even more furious. He shook the strings and hit him.

The white-bearded man saw Qu Fang first, and was not willing to be outdone. He raised his sword and stepped forward to break up the opponent's sound attack.

The two of them looked at each other, their eyes surging in their fighting spirit.

A bird in the sky was frightened by the murderous aura and fluttered its wings and flew around, and a sound of "Ga-Ga-Ga-" sounded.

The sound seemed to be a war drum, and Qujian was the first to move. Her fingers were very soft. When she stroked the strings, she burst into phantoms, followed by pleasant music.

It was invisibly murderous, which made people feel excited when they heard it.

At the same time, notes emerged from the piano and surrounded the white beard in front of them.

"Boom boom boom!" The notes turned into bombs at this time, and she sneered,

"The people in your Kongchan Sword Sect are all shameless rats, so they should be punished!

Look at me—the hidden meaning!”

Faced with such a strong attack, Whitebeard couldn't help but feel shocked. Qu Fang is worthy of being an elite disciple of Manyin Shuixie, and it should not be underestimated.

However, Whitebeard did not wince, but became even more excited. It was their usual style of sword cultivator.

"No matter how many tricks you can do, I will break it with one sword!"

Whitebeard held the sword in his right hand, and his left fingers were connected, and he wiped it into the sword body. A powerful sword intent squirted out. The sword momentum was like lightning and the sword light was like ice, breaking Qu Je's offensive one by one.

The move was broken, and Qu Jian's hand suddenly collapsed. This round, she was slightly at a disadvantage.

But she was not depressed. A monk must be prepared to accept failure at any time. What's more, she has not lost this battle yet!

Qu Je raised his backhand and threw the entire Qin into the sky. She slowly rose like a rising sky, her arms were like soft boneless snakes swimming,

At the same time, her piano was guided by her and she broke out from the strings one by one.

The string is as tough as silk, and it is bound to the white beard with a surround.

Countless strings flashed with cold light, and the sky exploded with stars in the sky. Like a glimpse of light, the white beard was dazed for a moment by the dazzling light, and a deep blood mark on his face was immediately strangled.

The warm liquid slid down on the face, making the white-bearded eyes look particularly gloomy.

Suddenly, he grinned.

Although he was a smile, the smile did not dissipate a gloomy breath. On the contrary, his grinning mouth looked dark in the backlight, and there seemed to be a demon inhabiting it.

And now the devil is coming out!

In Qu Fang's sight, the white-beard's aura became more and more terrifying. His cultivation level continued to rise from the early stage of the Golden Pill, and then broke through to the middle stage.

The wind around became much stronger, blowing on the fallen leaves, causing a burst of airflow, which made people's hearts suddenly scared.

But he still didn't stop, and Whitebeard's cultivation was still rising!

A madman, he is simply a madman.

The other party is older than her, has formed pills earlier, and has a cultivation level that is a little higher than her. If we continue to fight as before, the outcome is still unknown.

But this white beard used some secret technique and forced his cultivation to improve his strength. The taller the opponent's body became, the smaller Qu Fang seemed in the wind.

"Hehe..." In this situation, Whitebeard still has time to smile, but this smile is extremely cunning.

"Miss Qu, I advise you to go back to the sect to embroider and prepare to get married.

What's the use of fighting and killing? Your Manyin Shuixie has been ruined. Why not learn from your leader, the fairy of Fan, to marry into my Kongchan Sword Sect together."

Whitebeard felt that the other party could not defeat him, so he couldn't help but speak sarcastic.

But after saying this, he looked up and down Qu Jie again, and felt that although the other party treated him coldly, he could not hide his face that was more beautiful than the clouds in the sky, and he had his own charm.

For a moment, his mind was ripped in a string and he said in a confused manner: "If Miss Qu can't find a suitable candidate, the old man will reluctantly accept it. Then the enemy will become a beautiful woman and will become a good marriage."

This white-bearded old man is already seven hundred years old. If he doesn't make a breakthrough within a hundred years, he will probably go to see the King of Hell. When he is old, he will still talk about it. He is really shameless and shameless!

Qu Fang was so angry that she trembled all over. Since the defeat of Manyin Shuixie, similar things have occurred many times. She was angry and felt sad.

If it were in the past, the sect was prosperous, who would dare to say a word?

She waved the piano and made out spiritual powers. Because of her anger, her attacks were very messy. The white beard laughed and took a piece of it casually, then slapped her on the ground.

He was knocked down so easily, and Qu Fang's chest was weak. White beard used the secret technique, and his cultivation had increased to the late stage of the Golden Pill.

The gap in cultivation and the gap in experience against the enemy made her unable to resist.

Although the other party was ruthless, she was afraid that she would die in just half a moment.

I feel really unwilling to die like this!

"Hey, Miss Qu, go with peace of mind. Don't be afraid of loneliness when you get downstairs. Your companion will go with you soon."

The white beard glanced at Hua Xiaomi not far away, and said with his current ability, it seemed that killing Hua Xiaomi was only a moment.

After all, in his heart, Hua Xiaomi has become synonymous with incompetence.

If he is soft and ragged, his whole body is covered with rags. Which monk would be so sloppy?

Is it okay for those seniors to be qualified to engage in such independent specialties?

And the magic weapon of Lao Shizi was probably just refined, and there was not even a treasure light, which shows what inferior minerals were used.

But even the inferior magic weapon refined with inferior minerals is difficult to control. He and Qu Fang started fighting. How long has it been since it was done yet?

He really has no reason to be prepared for such a young man who has just formed a golden elixir.

"Hey, junior, are you still here to die?"

Whitebeard is right.

Hua Xiaomi was indeed fiddling with the bowls and chopsticks.

It's also a ghost. No matter how she inputs spiritual power, the treasure pot and the Laifu stick cannot be activated. It's like an ordinary thing.

What a two ancestor!

Hua Xiaomi began to get a little irritable.

And just then, she heard the words "death" by Whitebeard, pointed at her nose in surprise and asked, "Ha? Are you talking about me?"

Whitebeard felt even more disdainful and sneered, "It's really like a beggar. Look at your outfit, you have a broken bowl of chopsticks, waiting for begging, right?

Come here I will give you my last meal before you die—”

Before he could say the last word "meal",

Hua Xiaomi felt a great anger coming from the other end of her heart, and the two guys in her hand suddenly shone with a thousand rays of light-
Chapter completed!