Qi Tianxiao commanded his junior brothers and sisters to withdraw from the battlefield and was not in a hurry to join them.

As one of the top 100 swordsmen of the Fuyao Sword Sect, he is naturally proud of himself. In such a dungeon where demons and monsters are rampant, it is not a big problem to take risks alone.

And the most important thing is that the Fuyao Sword Sect’s unique Lingyun Sword Intention completely makes them invincible.

At that time, the founder of this sect had no idea that the top principles he had understood with his talent would be used by future generations to escape.

Our Fuyao Sword Sect may be slightly inferior in terms of attack and damage, but when it comes to running, no one can catch up.

This is also the reason why Qi Tianxiao is not in a hurry to meet up.

Those junior brothers and sisters are more cunning than the others, so what about the most powerful ghost?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh.

Yujian's speed slowed down. He looked around and ran along the endless water for a long time, feeling a little lost.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he removed the fairy sword from under his feet, and jumped down.

A black shadow swooped to his feet. When he looked closely, he saw that it was a black weasel holding a helmet in its mouth.

"Let me see what good things Mr. Weasel has found."

Qi Tianxiao leaned over and stroked the black weasel, feeling the latter's smooth fur, and took the helmet from its mouth.

"What the hell is this?"

The worn-out helmet was stained with blood and had traces of old items. It didn’t look like a valuable item.

Of course, Qi Tianxiao would not be so frivolous.

Anything that your weasel can take a fancy to will definitely not be rubbish.

But he didn't put it on rashly. It looked like it had been used by a ghost. God knows what pitfalls there were. If the powerful ghost left behind some tricks, he wouldn't be able to cry.

"Well, an ambush achieves nothing and is a waste of time."

"It's better to find some ghosts to practice with."

“I don’t know what kind of ghosts are in this area.”

Qi Tianxiao said to himself.

Suddenly, the black weasel at his feet let out a strange scream and burrowed into his trousers like a loach burrowing through the ground.

Hmm?

Qi Tianxiao looked around in confusion, and then his eyes were fixed on the forest not far away. Over there, a red figure was looming, and a sad song echoed softly, which made people feel heartbroken.

Qi Tianxiao snorted coldly.

What these ghosts like best is this way of appearing, pretending to be the most miserable.

Let this swordsman come and force you out!

Just when Qi Tianxiao picked up one of his natal immortal swords and wanted to control it into the forest to hunt down ghosts, his eyes suddenly froze, as if he saw something incredible.

I saw the fierce ghost in red walking out of the forest step by step.

The plaintive singing became clearer and came out of his mouth intermittently, giving him a trembling feeling.

Qi Tianxiao could clearly see that the shoulders of this red-clothed ghost, which looked extremely terrifying to outsiders, were trembling slightly.

She is afraid.

What can ghosts be afraid of?

That is naturally a more powerful ghost.

Qi Tianxiao's expression changed slightly, and without hesitation, he decisively raised the second sword. One green and one red sword flew up and down his body like a dragon, guarding against possible attacks.

"Don't be nervous, she is afraid of me."

A clear and indifferent male voice came out from the forest, causing the red-clothed ghost to tremble, let out a whimper, and squat down with his head in his hands in fear. This also allowed Qi Tianxiao, who had a solemn expression, to see clearly who was speaking.<

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A tall, thin man in black robes, holding a long sword with a curved blade as thin as snow, was slowly walking towards him.

It's that guy.

When a battle breaks out, the magic cultivator wants to stay away from the battlefield immediately.

Qi Tianxiao never dreamed that he would be caught up.

"Your Excellency, are you here for revenge?"

"For that little guy who looks like a weak scholar?"

"You know he is like a weak scholar, but he still kills people?"

Zhang Wuji's eyes were blood red and he asked softly.

Qi Tianxiao smiled disdainfully and said: "There are many demon cultivators who appear harmless to humans and animals. I have to distinguish each one. Besides, my elders have told me since I was a child that everyone who is a demon cultivator will kill the traitor. If you

If you have any objections, you can go to the Fuyao Sect and argue with them. Why bother coming to trouble me?"

"I'm not here to trouble you, I just want to beat you up."

"Oh?"

Qi Tianxiao smiled playfully.

"We sword cultivators have a rule. We will never fight with unknown people. Please tell us your name."

Zhang Wuji looked at this Fuyao Sect disciple and countless figures flashed through his mind. They were many fellow disciples of the Taiyi Sword Sect. They had the same temperament and the same personality as Qi Tianxiao. However, at this moment, he could evoke endless memories.

People, but it evolved into a naked murderous intention in their hearts.

"Wanxiang Senluo Sect."

"Bone Cave."

"Zhang Wuji."

Qi Tianxiao's heart froze, but there was no strange expression on his face. His mind was racing, but he couldn't remember that the Wanxiang Senluo Sect had such an unpopular branch as the White Bone Cave.

"It turns out that I am a fellow Taoist from the Demon Sect. I am disrespectful and disrespectful."

He laughed loudly, holding a sword flower on his arm, with no fear on his face.

Zhang Wuji's mind was completely occupied by murderous intent at this time. Xia An's pale face appeared in front of his eyes all the time, and his anger became higher and higher.

Jiang Gui stuck his long sword in place, kicked his feet violently, and attacked Qi Tianxiao like a gust of wind and thunder.

"Well done!"

Qi Tianxiao was not surprised but overjoyed. He put his left hand behind his back, put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, and gently tapped Zhang Wuji.

The red fairy sword surrounding him made a sword sound and turned into a stream of light and flew out.

At the moment when he was about to encounter the immortal sword, Zhang Wuji felt a trace of extremely hot sword energy. He turned slightly to one side and passed by it. His silver-bone fingers once again displayed his magical power with the force of lightning, and in the red

The blade of the fairy sword flicked fiercely.

Ding~

I saw this extremely tough sword suddenly bent into a bow shape, like a person who had been hit hard in the abdomen, then deviated from the track, flew out, and hit the ground hard.

Qi Tianxiao's expression changed, and he briefly lost contact with his fairy sword.

At the moment when he lost consciousness, Zhang Wuji accelerated his feet again, and was only a few feet away from the former.

The fist was violent and hit Qi Tianxiao on the cheek.

If this punch had hit hard, at least half of his face would have been broken.

However, Qi Tianxiao is, after all, the top direct disciple of the Fuyao Sword Sect. When the fist wind was about to reach his cheek, at the critical moment, his whole body turned into a ball of red flames.

Zhang Wuji's fist passed through the flames, setting off a boundless wave of flames. Then all the flames seemed to have command, and they regrouped only a few feet away and turned into a human form. It was Qi Tianxiao.

It's just that his face turned slightly pale at this time, obviously this move consumed a lot of energy.

"Red Flame's true form?"

"The four spirits of Fuyao Sect and the Fire Spirit Sword lineage?"

Zhang Wuji stopped his forward movement, stood on the spot, and revealed Qi Tianxiao's background indifferently.

"Tao friendly eyesight."

Qi Tianxiao also put away his cynical attitude, stretched out his hand and grabbed the blue fairy sword in his hand.

"Since fellow Taoist is good at melee combat, I, Qi, will accompany you to play!"

I saw the aura around him change, and his whole person suddenly became light and agile. Before Zhang Wuji could say anything, Qi Tianxiao's figure had disappeared from the place, and reappeared behind Zhang Wuji.

This guy is really not simple.

The attack was dodged by Zhang Wuji, and Qi Tianxiao's figure appeared on the other side again as if teleporting. The sword blade accurately slashed towards the inevitable route that Zhang Wuji's body had taken to avoid.

Hum.

Got it!
To be continued...