Although Xu Xiaoshou immediately covered Gu Qing'er's unobstructed mouth, it was too late.

After the three words "Jiang Buyi" popped up together with the name and surname, it was like flooding, and there was no room for recovery.

"Takashi!"

There was a loud sound in the void, and the three of them felt a huge pressure on their heads, mixed with the will of the semi-saint.

The dome seemed to have turned into an invisible giant eye, and the gaze cast from an unknown place made the hairs of the three people below stand up and their scalps tingle.

"This is...a half-saint?" Gu Qing'er was confused.

He never thought that a semi-holy name would come out of his mouth casually!

The key is, is there really a semi-saint in this Sin Palace, and that semi-saint seems to be not far away, and now he is following his own guidance and is paying attention from a distance?

"sorry Sorry sorry......"

"I really didn't mean it!"

Like a furry cat, Gu Qing'er jumped up behind his senior brother and grabbed Gu Qing Yi's back robe tightly.

The so-called semi-saint...

In Gu Qing'er's understanding, they are all equal to the existence of the master. To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than a simple sentence: you cannot afford to provoke him, and you must not take the initiative to provoke him!

Gu Qingyi had no time to teach his junior brother a lesson.

He held the evil sword Yue Lian in one hand, and his fierce sword intent was like a sword soaring into the sky at this moment, tearing away the pressure of the semi-saint.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and there were two small dark swords. Then the two small swords moved closer to the middle, turning into a little red light between his eyebrows.

"Scarlet letter ghost sign?"

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes flashed with surprise.

He is almost like a turtle now, minimizing his presence and trying to make Gu Qingyi as big as possible.

It was Gu Qing'er who provoked this person, and his senior brother Gu Qingyi came to wipe his butt. Is it normal?

For Xu Xiaoshou, he was now wearing a face that was very unfamiliar to Jiang Buyi, and his aura was completely different from that of Xu Xiaoshou himself.

In addition, the battle in the Forest of Miracles was very fierce, but after all, Jiang Buyi had never seen Xu Xiaoshou himself, so he was not afraid of being recognized.

After Gu Qing signed the Scarlet Letter Ghost, his aura became colder.

A touch of holy meaning spread around him.

This kind of holy will was obviously not cultivated by him, and it was completely different from the holy power that Xu Xiaoshou obtained after swallowing the Holy Miracle Fruit. It was a serious external force!

But after borrowing the "Scarlet Letter Ghost Sign" to briefly obtain the holy aura, Gu Qingyi was able to hold his head high and chest out, neither humble nor arrogant, under the gaze of the semi-saint from a distance.

"I have no intention of offending my senior. What happened here was purely accidental. I will first apologize to my senior."

Gu Qingyi spoke very fast, as if he knew that if he spoke slowly, he might never be able to speak again in his life. After apologizing, he even kept talking:

"Junior Gu Qingyi comes from the Sword Tomb. This is my junior brother Gu Qinger."

"My master, Wen Ting, has heard of Jiang Bansheng's reputation for a long time, so I asked my junior to say hello to me."

"The Puxuan Jiang clan of the Northern Territory and I, the Sword Burial Tomb of the Eastern Territory, have not had much communication before. Taking this opportunity today, we can have more contacts in the future. In the future, I will also prepare a generous gift and visit in person to express my apology."

After saying this, even Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.

This Gu Qingyi has such a fast brain speed!

The first is an apology, the second is to move out, and finally it ends with such beautiful words, turning the crisis into safety, and turning the offensive behavior into the beginning of an exchange that is beneficial to both sides.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but glance at Gu Qing'er who grabbed Gu Qing's back robe and hid his big head under his senior brother's buttocks, and fell into deep thought.

Are these disciples taught by the same master?

The pressure of the Half-Saint from the horizon lasted for a long time, and finally stopped when fine beads of sweat oozed from Gu Qing's forehead.

"good."

Accompanied by a misty sound falling from all directions, Gu Qing was able to overcome this disaster!

"call

~"

Gu Qing let out a long sigh of relief and stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat.

The next second, murderous intent surged through his body and he turned around suddenly.

"Senior brother, I know... huh?"

Before Gu Qing could finish his words, he saw an angry Gu Qing suddenly pull out the evil sword Yue Lian in his hand, and struck and slapped him hard with the sword.

Bang!

The force of this blow was so strong that the entire space was shattered.

"ah!"

"I know I was wrong!"

Gu Qing'er, however, was short and narrowly escaped without being hit.

When the blow failed, Gu Qingyi was like adding fuel to the fire, his murderous intention became even more intense. The famous sword in his hand swung smoothly in his palm, he grabbed the hilt and stabbed.

Boom!

Far away, pointed by the tip of the sword, a large hole was suddenly opened in the wall of the maze in the distance, which was shocking.

However, Gu Qing'er seemed to have expected it. The nine swords in the sword wheel behind his back trembled and flew towards the sky and the earth, transmitting force in nine directions, causing damage to himself.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

The maze wall suddenly collapsed, but Gu Qing'er... was unscathed!

"How dare you fight back!"

Gu Qing's eyes turned cold, he pulled away his elbow, and Yue Lian fell into his arms.

He cupped the mouth of the scabbard with his palm, pressed his thumb against the guard of the famous sword, and pushed it up, revealing the sword's blade to be two fingers wide.

"Boss, stop it, people will die!"

Gu Qing'er was shocked and turned pale. He raised his hand to the sky and took the bloody sword into the hands of the stunning enchantress.

"Killing people——"

While roaring sternly, he held the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other hand. He drew the sword on the spot and slashed it across the chest.

Keng!

When the sound of the sword sounded, it seemed as if an ancient beast from ancient times was rushing towards Gu Qingyi. It turned into a ray of sword light that lifted the sky, tore through the obstacles of countless maze walls, and slashed at Gu Qinger mercilessly.

"Tsk~"

Blood splattered.

Gu Qing'er's famous sword was broken in half, and his body was split into two.

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

He couldn't understand it, but he was greatly shocked.

"Why, why is this happening?

At this moment, a pop-up box popped up in the information bar.

"Being hallucinated, passive value, +1.

” Only then did Xu Xiaoshou suddenly wake up.

When he turned around, he saw a complete Gu Qing'er appearing behind him, hugging his thigh with a look of horror on his face.

"Brother Chen, save me!!!"

"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda~"

This guy......

Xu Xiaoshu's scalp felt numb.

The phantom sword technique just now was so smooth that even he didn't see through it immediately.

This Gu Qinger has something up his sleeve!

But, how many beatings does this living treasure have to take before he can be so proficient and predict all of his senior brother's moves and take precautions in advance?

The panicked Gu Qinger hugged the thigh of his savior, Brother Chen, and felt something was wrong.

His hands hurt and he quickly let go.

After spreading it out and looking at it, I found that both of my palms were cut and bleeding, and the tiger's mouth was even more broken!

Gu Qing'er couldn't help but fell into deep thinking.

It's impossible. I've learned the "Three Combos of Virtue Conquering People" from Senior Brother no less than a thousand times. How did you upgrade it this time?

Through the illusion of swordsmanship, the light of the sword can crack my tiger's mouth?
To be continued...