With two loud blasts, the flute body and the sword body struck each other from left to right, causing two streaks of fire to burst into the air.

Qingqing took two steps back, pressed his whole body on his toes and managed to stop. Immediately, a large number of chess pieces flew out, and he used the "Crow Heron Flying" to block in front of him. He performed the "Hidden Mountain" style with the long flute in his hand, and ran towards the mountain.

Behind the chess formation, he quickly stepped forward again.

Black light passed across, and Ruo Dong stood on the spot and turned the sword blade, causing all the white chess pieces to be knocked off the black blade side. Then he turned sideways and opened the sword head, and slowly wiped it in front of him in a circular motion, without taking a step back.

He killed the flying black egret completely. Qingqing was startled and hurriedly raised the flute body with all his strength, but happened to be hit by the downward sword light.

Suddenly letting go, Qing Qing withdrew her strength and jumped back, regaining a few steps away from Mr. Ruo Dongruo.

Watching Ruo Dong take steps forward, and the distance between the two of them keeps shortening, Qingqing's head is spinning rapidly. I remember that in the seaside competition and the battle with Shuangtan, Mr. Ruo will only straighten the Yin Yang Sword when the gap is completely exposed.

And up; what if my indestructible white jade flute comes up to meet me?

Having made up his mind, he slowly approached.

Just when the white blade of the sword was slashing towards his throat, Qingqing did not avoid it at all. He left his door wide open and walked out symmetrically from left to right. He pointed the wooden flute at the center of Ruo Dong's eyebrows and suddenly jumped up. Unexpectedly, Ruo Dong switched swords.

Head, sword tip downward, use the hilt of the sword to directly press against Bai Yuxiao's body.

A force as strong as Mount Tai came from the intersection of the sword and flute. Qingqing was shocked so much that his wrists and shoulders were sore and numb. He was forced to let go of his hand - with a "bang", the white jade flute crossed the morning sky.

, fell far behind Ruo Dong.

Ruo Dong didn't give Qing Qing the slightest chance to breathe. He turned his sword back and struck at Qing Qing's vital points with the black blade and white shadow.

Qingqing opened her pupils wide and backed away desperately, using all her strength to lower her head to hide in the shadow of Yun Dian Juechen's double-light sword. Suddenly she saw the white sharp blade already touching the tip of her nose, Qingqing was instantly confused.

His legs stumbled backwards, and he fell on his back on the ruins in front of the tower.

Mr. Ruo had no intention of sheathing his sword. He straightened his sword and still slashed at the tip of Qing Qing's nose.

Qingqing, who had no wooden flute in his hand, had no time to think about it. He put his hands together in front of him and saw the black and white blades desperately clamped in his hands. But how could this feather-like strength be compared to the strong wind of a long sword? He felt the blade of the sword brushing against his palms.

Qingqing subconsciously turned her head and closed her eyes.

Strangely, the moment Qingqing closed his eyes, the sinking sword in his hand suddenly stopped.

With a hint of luck, she opened her eyes slightly, and Ruo Dong Hanshuang's eyes were fixed on the highest point of the cold sword light. Qingqing slowly let go of his hand, and there was another "swipe" sound, Ruo Dong didn't even look back, and put his long

The sword was put back into the scabbard.

"How?" Mr. Ruo said in a deep voice.

Qingqing struggled to raise her upper body and shook her head: "I can't do that."

"As long as you are convinced." Ruo Dong turned around and walked away, "Here comes someone!"

Two disciples heard the sound and stepped forward, took out two heavy shackles, and locked up Qingqing's hands and feet. Qingqing was slightly shocked: "You won't kill me?"

"You didn't set off the fire in Nanlin, and it's not you who killed the leader of Nanlin. You came to Xuantan just for your master - why should I kill you?" Qingqing heard this and suddenly raised his eyes, but

Nothing can be said.

"But you owe so many lives to the Seven Stars Palace, I'm afraid I won't be able to let you go for a while."

Two disciples, a man and a woman, pushed Qingqing to stand up. Seeing that Ruodong stopped talking, they picked up Qingqing and pushed her towards the pagoda. When they arrived in front of the pagoda door, Qingqing suddenly stopped.

: "Which one has a faster onset, Bitingdu or Artemisia aestivum?"

When Ruo Dong heard this, he immediately shouted: "Stop!" The two disciples turned around, and Qing Qing smiled proudly.

Looking back, two lines of tears rolled down.

Ruodong frowned and walked closer to her step by step: "Who gave you the wormwood on the snow?"

Qingqing shook his head: "It's not important."

After lowering his head and thinking for a long time, Mr. Ruo suddenly took out a small paper bag from under his black robe.

A dark yellow light flashed before her eyes, and Qingqing raised her hand to catch it, causing the shackles to click. "I can give you the antidote to Biting poison." There was a hint of warmth in Ruo Dong's ice-cold eyes.

"Even if Dong is still a favor to Master Linghu."

Favor?

"Ha" he smiled bitterly, and Qingqing turned around: "Master doesn't even care about something, do you want this disciple?" After that, he threw the paper bag heavily on the ground, ignored the two disciples standing there, and walked away alone.
Chapter completed!