Even if we meet, we should not know [new version]

Just as the sword head was about to sink, Lin Zichu suddenly turned his head and looked behind him fiercely.

Qian Qing was startled, and was about to ask, but soon understood why Lin Zichu was so on guard.

All because he also sensed the turbulent aura coming from behind.

Not only did he feel Li Xian, but another monk with a stronger aura flew towards Yujian.

Lin Zichu's eyes were fixed, and he said to Zhang Renzhi, "Let's go!"

After finishing speaking, he ignored why the two monks came here, and hurried forward, as if fleeing for their lives.

Sun Ruwei laughed loudly: "Boy, where are you running?"

The palm of the right hand spread out, and a bundle of golden ropes melted out.

Then with a strong wave, he pointed at Lin Zichu.

The golden rope may seem short, but it is extremely long.

There was obviously still a long distance between Sun Ruwei and Lin Zichu, but the rope was thrown like a rainbow, and quickly wrapped around the handle of the Hanshu Sword.

Qian Qing only felt the sword body jerk, her whole body was almost thrown off the sword.

It was really a leaky room and it was raining all night. The three of them not only met the Thousand Mosquito King today, but also ran into two potential bandit monks one after another.

Lin Zi Chu squeezed the tactic to urge the sword, but he couldn't move forward.He snorted coldly, stopped, and said:

"I don't know what else is on my lower body, which makes senior think about it."

Sun Ruwei yanked his right hand, intending to pull Lin Zichu towards him, and said: "Boy, you are rude, if you don't bring a good meeting gift when you climb the Pillar of Optimizing Heaven, that's all. I asked you to come and kowtow to your ancestors, you can't shirk it."

The Hanshujian swung its blade, fighting with all its strength.

However, monk Sun Ruwei Yuanying dragged Lin Zichu and Qian Qing over without any effort.

Zhang Renzhi: "Young Master!"

Hastily drove the sword to Sun Ruwei's side.

Lin Zichu and Qian Qing were forced to step forward, and Sun Ruwei snatched the Hanshu sword with a "clang" sound with a golden rope, breaking the connection with its master and falling to the ground.

Qian Qing said: "You old man..."

Before the words came out, Lin Zichu covered Qian Qing's mouth with his hand.

In the next moment, an extremely powerful spiritual pressure pressed down on the two of them like a mountain.

Good weight!

Sweat broke out on Qianqing's forehead.It was obvious that there was nothing on his body, but his internal organs seemed to be torn by heavy objects, and his spine bent down unbearably under the invisible weight.

Before Lin Zichu used the spirit pressure of the Qi refining period to signal to Qian Qing, Qian Qing was still able to stand at that time.

But Sun Ruwei's spiritual pressure forced Qian Qing and Lin Zichu to kneel down!

The two fell heavily to the ground, touching the ground with their knees and supporting their bodies with their elbows.

Sun Ruwei fell from the sky and walked up to the two of them.

He laughed twice, reached out and grabbed Lin Zichu's hair, forcing him to look up.

"Let me ask you, before you met the Thousand Mosquito King, how did you drive it away?"

Lin Zichu was so strong that he couldn't even move his little finger.

His voice was weak, and he paused word by word: "It's me...the body of the cold dragon lying in the snow."

"Nonsense!" Sun Ruwei kicked Lin Zichu away heavily, and roared, "It's clear that you have the Ten thousand Ren spiders! If you lie to me again, I'll kill you!"

Qian Qing hurriedly turned her head to see if Lin Zichu was in any serious condition, and then raised her head to stare at Sun Ruwei, her eyes full of murderous intent.

Zhang Renzhi shouted: "Don't hurt my master!"

Sun Ruwei waved Zhang Renzhi away with a casual wave.

Looking at Lin Zichu again, he said, "I'll ask you one last time, what happened before the Thousand Mosquito King was driven away, and what's the difference?"

The corner of Lin Zichu's mouth was dripping with blood, he coughed up frozen blood clots, and shook his head invisibly.

"Oh?" Sun Ruwei asked with a smile, "You won't tell me?"

Pointing to Qian Qing, who was speechless, said: "I heard that you are very precious to this younger brother. I will kill him and see if you say it or not."

Lin Zichu's body trembled, and he coughed: "I... really don't know."

Sun Ruwei knew that Lin Zichu didn't.

Because even Li Xian didn't know about it.

No one knew where the aura that made Sun Ruwei tremble and wanted to worship just now in the jungle came from.

Sun Ruwei couldn't know the truth of the matter, so he vented his anger on Lin Zichu. He dropped Qian Qing, walked to Lin Zichu's side, and kicked him.

The strength of the Yuanying monk is extraordinary, Lin Zichu stepped on the footprints in white clothes, soon his mouth and nose were bleeding, but he didn't say a word.

Sun Ruwei scolded: "You are still stubborn!"

He stomped heavily on his right foot, stepping on Lin Zichu's injured right arm.Lin Zichu let out a muffled snort, and the wound on his right arm burst open.

Qianqing's canthus were completely cracked, she gritted her teeth and stepped forward, panting heavily and terribly, as if crying.

The Pillar of Optimus, Zhenhui Peak, and Banxie Pavilion.

Inside the pavilion was a dilapidated long sword, the head of which moved and adjusted its direction constantly.

There are cracks everywhere on the sword body of this sword, and the cracks are stained with blood.

The blood has dried up long ago, but the movement of the sword has shaken off the blood.

The long sword buzzed, looking extremely anxious.

Sun Ruwei was startled, feeling something inexplicably, and looked into the distance suspiciously.

He vented enough anger, paused, suddenly brought up Lin Zichu, looked him up and down, and said: "You kid, you have good aptitude, why don't you follow your ancestors, how about I take you as a disciple?"

Seeing Lin Zichu's miserable state, Li Xian couldn't bear it, but because of the majesty of the monk Yuanying, he dared not speak.

Lin Zichu's internal organs were damaged and his whole body was in severe pain.He took a breath and looked in Qianqing's direction from the corner of his eye.

With tears all over her face, Qianqing lay on the ground, unable to move.

"..."

Lin Zichu opened his mouth, his voice was so weak that it was barely audible.

He took another breath, and the blue light in his throat exploded, revealing traces like trees and dragons.

"...Let him go..."

"...let him go."

Sun Ruwei turned his head and looked at Qian Qing, seeing that he was clearly in a weak position, but there was no trace of terror in his eyes, and the hatred was overwhelming, which made Sun Ruwei afraid.

I feel interesting.

Sun Ruwei put Lin Zichu down, walked up to Qianqing, and said, "Your brother asked me to let you go. You kowtow to your ancestors, and I will let you go."

The fingers of Qianqing's right hand trembled slightly, but she was rendered powerless by the spiritual pressure of monk Nascent Soul.

He was covered in sweat. If an ordinary person stayed under such powerful spiritual pressure for a while, he might be paralyzed.

Sun Ruwei grabbed Qian Qing's long hair, lifted him up, and smashed his head to the ground.The force is not lethal, but it can be dementing.

It was because of Qianqing's eyes that she didn't want to leave any trouble behind.

Lin Zichu was stunned, and was about to step forward to protect Qianqing's head with his hands, when he suddenly noticed that Qianqing's body stopped.

There seemed to be a transparent barrier between Qianqing's forehead and the ground.

Sun Ruwei let out a 'huh', lifted Qianqing up, and then pressed down again.

Lin Zichu coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes were sharp, and suddenly he pointed with force, intending to take Sun Ruwei's life.

But this finger, in the eyes of the Nascent Soul cultivator, is nothing more than a child wielding a knife.

Optimus Pillar, Banxie Pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, the blade of the long sword, which was covered with cracks, turned anxiously. Suddenly, the long sword stopped in a certain direction.

The tip of the sword is sharp and sharp.

In the next moment, the rare epee that was protected by Feng Zhaoming's seal suddenly disappeared.The surrounding enchantment was stirring, revealing ripples like water waves.

Outside the door, the two fairies Qingfeng and Mingyue seemed to have sensed it. They suddenly raised their heads, and when they saw something, they were dumbfounded and shouted in unison:

"Immortal Sword...Immortal Sword Bailan!"

kill him.

Qianqing's breathing became more and more difficult, and her consciousness became blurred.

But two thoughts, like halos, have been lingering in front of my eyes.

kill him.

And, in this life, don't leave your elder brother's side.

Sun Ruwei pressed Qianqing's head with one hand, pinched Lin Zichu's neck with the other, and said: "You two are too dangerous, I changed my mind, you should die together!"

Lin Zichu only felt that his neck was about to break, under the hands of the monk Yuan Ying, the world-famous young master was just a child with no strength to restrain a chicken.

Are you really going to die here?

Lin Zichu closed his eyes regretfully.

one thing……

Unfortunately, there was one sentence that he hadn't had time to say.

Seeing that Lin Zichu was about to die under Sun Ruwei's hands, Li Xian couldn't bear it, and persuaded him, "Old Ancestor,...or else, please...be merciful?"

"To shut up!"

Sun Ruwei was furious, and turned his head to look at Li Xian with force.

Just as he was about to curse, he suddenly felt that the hand holding his hair was being held by someone.

Sun Ruwei was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, the next moment, a scorching heat almost melted his wrist.

So hot!

Severe pain hit his heart, Sun Ruwei screamed, his hands relaxed, and he wanted to retreat.

What could make Nascent Soul cultivator feel so hot?

Lin Zichu was in severe pain and couldn't stand up. He only heard Sun Ruwei screaming, but he didn't know what happened, and his expression was stunned.

Qian Qing tightly grasped Sun Ruwei's wrist with her left hand, panting violently.

kill him.

No matter what the price is, he must be killed!

A roar sounded to suppress Xingyun, suddenly a light shot out from Qianqing's right hand, and a long sword full of cracks appeared in his hand out of thin air.

It was just a phantom.

But soon, the sword became solid, exuding a majestic and majestic aura.

Qian Qing's expression was ferocious, and her roar was mixed with the strong wind, blowing away all the fallen leaves around her.

A dragon chant, like a landslide falling into silence, the ground cracking into silence, a huge wave emptying out, and rising fiercely into the sky!

Sun Ruwei let out a voice of extreme fear, and was about to hide, but his wrist was firmly bound.

Suddenly a cold in the stomach.

A long sword pierced through him.

The wind stops, only to hear the hot blood dripping down.

Sun Ruwei looked down in disbelief, and saw an old long sword stabbing himself in the abdomen.

Qian Qing's attack was extremely ruthless, the tip of the sword pierced into it, and the whole sword sank, reaching the hilt of the sword.

However, how could Nascent Soul cultivator be killed so easily?At the critical moment, Sun Ruwei turned sideways to protect the deadly organs.

When he didn't realize how powerful the sword was, Sun Ruwei thought about tightening his abdominal muscles so that Qian Qing couldn't pull out the sword.

However, as soon as he exerted force, an indescribable pain suddenly hit him, and the surrounding muscles trembled violently, unable to use his strength.

The moment he was penetrated just now, he only felt cold.

At this moment, the pain surged up belatedly.

Sun Ruwei screamed, his legs felt weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

Qianqing's eyes were fierce and cold, she pulled her right hand back forcefully, and with a 'poof' sound, the bloody long sword was pulled out from the monk's scalding body cavity.

Sun Ruwei yelled in pain, leaned back and lay on the ground.

The next moment, the long sword came straight at Sun Ruwei's throat.

Sun Ruwei dodges quickly, but the sword looks old and full of cracks, but it is actually extremely strong, with majestic immortal power, making it unstoppable.

This sword pierced Sun Ruwei's shoulder until it hit the ground, nailing him firmly to the mud.

Qianqing shouted angrily, drew her sword, and was about to strike a third time.

anyway!

kill him!