The mountains and ridges and lush forests are rare and beautiful scenery, but hundreds of people fighting here are really a shame.

Lian Xing sighed: "Every time I find a good scene, I see this kind of scene, which is really disappointing."

Shan Wanjing said coldly when she heard this, "The disciple will kill these people and vent their anger for the master."

During these days, Shan Wanjing has killed many bandits and has made great progress in martial arts. Mingyu's true energy absorbed the evil energy on his body and became more and more indifferent, but his temper is getting worse and worse.

"Why is the pretty little girl who likes violence so much? Hundreds of people are fighting, can you kill alone? Not to mention that there are a few masters here, it would be great if you can deal with them."

"The master should take a break and underestimate people, so I will defeat them."

"Go and bring that woman back to me."

Between the two men was a high platform, and a woman was tied to it.

The skin is as white as snow, the lips are as red as blood, and the hair is as black as ebony, from head to toe, without any flaws. This is not a mortal, but Snow White in Grimm's fairy tale, no! It is more beautiful than Snow White.

Shan Wanjing was confident and beautiful, but after looking at the woman a few times, she also thought she was inferior to herself.

Lian Xing just thought it was Lin Xuan's obsessiveness to take over a disciple and wanted to take over an apprentice. He was worried that he would hurt Shan Wanjing and said angrily: "Lin Lang wants that beauty and just go and rob it yourself. The war is in chaos. What should I do if Wanjing is injured?"

Lin Xuan said: "Okay, I haven't had a long time fighting with anyone, and my bones are rusted. You can wait for me for a while and I'll go."

After saying that, Lin Xuan flew up and headed straight to the platform.

Shan Wanjing pouted and said, "Master isn't you afraid of Master changing your mind?"

"For the trouble, we are both old and there are no more thoughts. Your master has a habit of collecting apprentices. He likes to recruit young men and girls with extraordinary talents as his disciples. You will soon have an extra junior sister."

"A disciple-taking habit? And such a habit?"

"Of course, in this world, some people are greedy for money, some are greedy for power, and what's the big deal about being a master? Think about it, who is the one who has been guiding you in martial arts during this period."

"Is the master accepting disciples to establish a sect or to fight for dominance of the world?"

"None of them, he just enjoys the feeling of teaching his disciples."

When Lian Xing talked with Shan Wanjing, Lin Xuan had already reached the high platform, stretched out his hand and hugged the bound girl.

The two sides of the battle were wearing Hu clothes, Tiele Feiying Qu Ao's subordinates, and the other was wearing black clothes, dominating the villa. As for this beauty, she was naturally the most popular character in Huang Yi's works, Wu Ya.

The two sides fought to the death in order to fight for the widow, but they didn't expect to suddenly make a disruption.

Tiele's side, a young and handsome man shouted, "Who are you?"

"Idle man."

"Idle man? Are you looking for death?"

"Who are you?"

"I am the third disciple of Tiel's "Flying Eagle" Quao, Ge Huer, you dare to steal my beauty and die!"

"Is she yours?"

"I like it, it's mine."

"This is exactly what I want to say."

Qu Ao is the number one expert in Tiele, but when he challenged Bi Xuan, he failed miserably, lost his fighting spirit, and tried his best to cultivate his son and apprentice.

His three apprentices are all outstanding figures in the younger generation of the world, and their son is even more amazing, creating the most impressive record in the Tang Dynasty world.

Qu Ao's son Qing Jiao Ren Shaoming is said to have fought with Song Que for more than a thousand moves, and then escaped unscathed.

Such an awesome person was killed by Kou Zhongluo's sword who had not yet obtained the well of Jing Zhongyue. His combat power fluctuated so much that it made people suspect that it was not Song Que who fought against Ren Shaoming, but Song Shidao.

Brother Geng Hu'er's martial arts skills have been deeply influenced by Qu Ao's true teachings, and has practiced the "Seven Turns of the Crazy Waves". He condensed seven acupoints and could burst out with force far beyond his own foundation.

Before the sword arrived, the cold air had already enveloped Lin Xuan.

At the same time, a beautiful woman in red with a pink arms exposed to her round navel, her left and right hands turned into two balls of flaming lights and rushed towards Lin Xuan's vital point.

This woman is nothing else, she is Qu Ao's disciple, Hua Fengzi.

The two of them cooperated very well, even if they had better martial arts than two, they could not get it for a while, but they were so much worse than Lin Xuan. Not to mention them, even if Qu Ao came, they were far from Lin Xuan's opponent.

The sword light flashed, and no one saw when Lin Xuan drew his sword, nor how Lin Xuan drew his sword. He only saw a cold light, and Brother Geng Huer and Hua Lingzi fell to the ground.

Brother Geng'er's sword was broken, his throat was shattered, his corpse fell to the ground, his feathers were shattered, his body was seriously injured, and he had no strength to fight back.

"What is your relationship with the Song clan leader?"

"It's okay, my name is Lin Xuan. If you want to block me, please take action, otherwise I will leave."

"Lin Xuan? I haven't heard of it, kill him!"

Qu Ao was very strict with his subordinates' management. Brother Geng Hu'er died. If Lin Xuan was let go, they would definitely be severely punished when they returned. Therefore, even if they were afraid, they would still draw their swords forward.

Tiele was bent by the Turks, which was true, but it was bent and not interrupted. The soldiers' fighting spirit and military literacy were far stronger than the dominant villa.

Shan Wanjing looked at Lin Xuan excitedly, wanting to see how Lin Xuan faced the siege, and then squatted on the ground with a disappointed face and played with stones.

Lin Xuan did not move a single moment, holding a widow in one hand and holding a knife in the other hand. The Hu people rushed forward, either "sweeping thousands of troops" or "striking Mount Hua with force".

A simple horizontal slash and vertical slash, a cross condensed in front of Lin Xuan, the cross of the god of death was condensed.

The horizontal slash only cuts the throat bone, and the vertical slash only hurts the vital points. Only a trace of red left on the dead person.

There is no blood flowing, no intestines piercing the belly, only cold harvesting of human life. This is not a knife, but a death-induced talisman of the god of death.

In less than a cup of tea, all the more than 100 elite Tieles who rushed up were killed, and the high platform was filled with corpses. The rest looked at Lin Xuan like a ghost, with swords in his hand, but no one dared to step forward.

Lin Xuan put away Die Lianhua and said softly: "No one has taken action, right?"

No one answered, Lin Xuan asked twice, but no one answered. Lin Xuan shook his head, jumped off the platform, and left with a swagger.

After a while, Hua Lingzi woke up and said gritting her teeth: "Lin Xuan, my master will not let you go."

Seeing Lin Xuan snatching Wu Zi back, Shan Wanjing said with a little jealousy: "Is he really a beauty? Wan Jing can't compare, she can't compare."

"You little girl, you can say strange things and compete with your junior sister."

"The master wants to accept her as his apprentice, aren't you afraid that she will have a master?"

"The apprentice I like is mine. I am here, and I am mine."

"The master is really overbearing. Such a beautiful person doesn't know how qualified he is to practice martial arts."
Chapter completed!