Driven by the strange power, the long sword flew out of his palm, drew an arc in the air, and plunged into the rugged rocks ten feet away with a "chi" sound. The apricot-yellow sword spikes fluttered in the wind.

The round-faced young man's face was stiff and his eyes widened. The horse-faced young man also had a look of disbelief on his face and turned around to leave.

Xu Qingluo's understatement showed her power to crush them, and the horse-faced young man immediately concluded that he was no match.

The most important thing at this time is not to show off one's courage, but to bring the treasure back to the sect. As for the life of his junior brother, he can no longer save it.

When he turned around, he activated the secret, mobilized all the strength of his body, and at the same time began to overdraw his body's strength.

Through secret techniques, you can exert twice the original power.

He was so fast that he was like a gust of wind rushing down the mountain. He was about to rush into the woods under the pile of strange rocks when he stopped suddenly.

Xu Qingluo and Chu Ling were already standing in front of him, as if they were standing there with amusement on their faces.

He turned without hesitation and dashed diagonally forward to the left.

Then he stopped again. Xu Qingluo and Chu Ling were still two feet in front of him, looking at him with playful faces.

He turned again and was stopped again. He turned again and was stopped again.

After doing this for six times, Xu Qingluo and Chu Ling became impatient.

"Bang!" Chu Ling slapped the horse-faced young man on the chest, knocking him into the air and flying away.

"Bang!" He fell heavily next to the round-faced young man.

The round-faced young man was lying motionless on the ground, breathless.

The horse-faced young man's eyes suddenly stared angrily, bloodshot eyes instantly surged up, making his eyes turn red, and he stared at the two women.

"He's not dead yet." Xu Qingluo curled her red lips: "It's up to you whether he lives or dies."

"Kill or behead, it's up to you!" The horse-faced young man turned over and sat up, ignoring the blood gurgling from the corner of his mouth, and glared at them angrily.

Xu Qingluo had a sarcastic look on her face: "You are so weak, but you still kill people and steal treasures with your little ability, tsk tsk!"

Chu Ling said: "I didn't expect to be so vulnerable."

At that time, there were at least a few masters in the Xuanyang Sect's outer courtyard. These two were indeed vulnerable, far worse than those in the Xuanyang Sect's outer courtyard.

The horse-faced young man said proudly: "If you want to kill or behead me, it's up to you. Why humiliate others too much!"

Xu Qingluo suddenly struck out with a palm.

The right palm suddenly became filled with purple energy, and landed lightly on the back of the round-faced young man, beating him until blood spurted out.

"You——!" the horse-faced young man roared.

The round-faced young man gnawed on the dirt wet with his own blood.

He was just about to make a sudden attack, strike with his life, and then give himself a chance to escape.

Xu Qingluo glanced around: "Why haven't you asked for help yet? It's too slow!"

The horse-faced young man stared at her.

Chu Ling smiled and said, "Let's take out the treasure and take a look first."

"Stop!" A shout suddenly sounded.

Two young men with swords in their backs walked out of the woods. They were wearing black robes with white sleeves and their swords were slung behind their backs. They looked heroic.
Chapter completed!