Suo Xiaoai opened her eyes slightly, and everything in front of her seemed to have never happened before. She woke up and hugged Dulun Qizhen's neck and smiled: "You saved me, bad guy, my good and bad guy."

Suo Xiaoai did not hide her joy at all, and kissed Dulun Qizhen's cheek wildly, making her feel very embarrassed in front of the two of them.

Nalan Xingde then saw clearly and said, "Durun, why are you here?"

Dulun Qizhen smiled dryly and said, "Well, this is a long story. I will tell you in detail the next day."

"Haha, I'm afraid you don't have a chance!"

Suddenly, several Mongolian monks appeared on the wall, and laughter came from the Mongolian monks led by him. He had a flat breast and a dark red monk robe. There was also a middle-aged man carrying a long sword next to him, Feng Xifan!

Feng Xifan stroked the mouse's beard and said, "Damu is wrong, it is important to rescue Obai. Feng happened to clean up these clowns."

As he said that, Feng Xifan soared into the sky on the wall, as if a giant sword shot into the sky. At the same time, he seemed to be floating in the middle of the moon, stretched out his right hand, and slowly pulled out the long sword he carried.

"Shuh!" A crisp sound, Feng Xifan landed on the ground. A slight dust rose within three feet of him, and the fallen leaves spread out layer by layer, full of murderous intent!

Dulun Qizhen said in surprise: "Thirteen Swords of Jinghong!"

Feng Xifan laughed and said, "Boy, you have good eyesight! I will return the shame of the Dragon that day to the Dragon today."

Dulun Qizhen has now lost the ancient yellow dragon jade and dared not use the first three styles of the Dragon Palm with all his strength. Besides, there are many people and many people around him, and there are still many drags around him. How dare he act without hesitation?

At this moment, the Mongolian monks wearing dark red monk robes suddenly flew north one by one. They were holding two high-speed rotating golden wheels in their hands, making a sound all the way!

Suddenly, the sound of rippling armor collisions came from the Soetu Mansion. Teams of soldiers held powerful bows and crossbows and aimed at the group of monks. The diamond-shaped arrows reflected the deadly cold light!

It seemed as if thousands of arrows were fired at once, and the arrows were like flying locusts. Rows of arrows in the air "swish" slashed through the air, and made a series of screams and rushed straight at the group of Mongolian monks.

Clang, clang, the arrow touched the high-speed rotating golden wheels and drew a splash of sparks, but no one was injured. Instead, the reflected few stray arrows pierced through the chests of several soldiers and flew backwards!

Soetu's official uniform was not in order, and he ran out with an official boot in his hand and shouted, "What's going on?"

Dulun Qizhen took Suo Xiaoai behind him, and Feng Xifan's long sword suddenly shot out. Dulun Qizhen drew a circle of the true energy of the Dragon in front of him with his right hand, forming a wall of air in front of him. It was very tough, like a thin film, sticking Feng Xifan's flying sword firmly.

After a while, several Mongolian monks suddenly surrounded each other and divided into two rows, holding golden wheels to resist, densely packed arrows like rain.

At this moment, a woman with a tall crown suddenly laughed from the sky: "You don't have to look for Oboi anymore, his dog head is here."

Xiao Qingyi looked arrogant, waved her right hand and a spherical object shot out, as if a meteorite was heading straight for Damucuo Living Buddha!

Damuzi's monk robe was turned into a scroll and Xiao Qingyi's internal force was steadily caught. When he looked closely, he found that it was Oboi's head who was very angry. The things that Galdan Khan could not be done, so how could he not be angry!

What's more, he and Oboi were drinking happily in the Mongolian desert, had a close personal relationship, and even secretly became sworn brothers. Damur looked at Oboi's big head, and now it was pale in his hands, his eyes were bloody!

Feng Xifan was also shocked. Xiao Qingyi, a demon woman, had extremely strange martial arts skills. If she was going to kill Dulun Qizhen today, it would be troublesome.

Soetu looked up and found this woman with great martial arts skills. However, she killed Oboi and never received the imperial edict from the Empress Dowager. Soetu was very frightened.

She glanced at Dulun Qizhen and her beloved daughter Suo Xiaoai, and Dulun Qizhen was obviously protecting her with both hands, and she felt clever.

When Dulun Qizhen ran to our mansion, he saw that Nalan Xingde was still there, and he was even more scared. He couldn't hide this matter even if he wanted to.

Dulun Qizhen looked at the dragon who was not seen and slowly floated beside her. Her eyes were quite playful, and then glanced at Suo Xiaoai and showed a strange smile.

Dulun Qi Zhen was a little suspicious, could it be that Xiao Qingyi was always following me?

Feng Xifan said, "God of Sect Master Xiao is fine. Sect Master Xiao kills Aobai, and is really trying to eliminate traitors for our Han people. In the future, Sect Master Xiao will definitely leave his name forever."

Damucuo was extremely angry and chatted at his monks in Mongolian language. A group of monks all rushed towards Xiao Qingyi with golden wheels in their hands.

Xiao Qingyi stepped forward and rushed forward, her body and skills changed, and she shuttled through the formation set up by these monks, coming and going freely.

Xiao Qingyi's hands flashed with yellow light, and slapped on the high-speed rotating golden wheel, and suddenly split into pieces. Several monks were shaken away and fell to the ground and died.

Damu misunderstood that this woman was so powerful in martial arts, so she had to take action herself. She is the number one master of the Mongolian Lama Sect and has mastered the Tantric Maharaja. Now that she has arrived in the capital, she just happens to try the master here.

Damucuo shouted loudly and bullied him, his fleshy palms were filled with true energy, no less than a steel knife. As soon as Xiao Qingyi fought with him, he knew that this person had a profound skill and extraordinary martial arts skills.

A silver needle appeared on Xiao Qingyi's fingertips, focusing on key areas such as large acupoints, eyes, and temples all over his body.

Feng Xifan's wrist shook, and the "Jinghong Shining" of the Thirteen Swords of Jinghong was as fast as lightning, and rushed to Dulun Qizhen onto the plate.

Dulun Qizhen quickly retreated, and at the same time, his palms launched a move "Dragon Leaping in the Abyss". A dark golden dragon head was clearly visible, and he circled away with a majestic dragon roar.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xifan suddenly rotated at high speed like an electric drill. The tip of the sword stimulated blue lightning to form a spiral of blue light wrapped around the sword body, directly shattering the golden dragon that Dulun Qizhen beat.

Feng Xifan was secretly happy. This move specifically cracked your violent internal strength. If you keep using the Dragon Palm, your internal strength will definitely be insufficient. If you fight closely, how can you be my opponent with your moves?

Dulun Qizhen said intimately: "This Dragon Palm consumes a huge amount of internal strength. Now that I have lost the ancient yellow dragon jade, I can't support the continuous use of the Dragon Palm. What should I do?"

I originally wanted to find Oboi to force him to hand over the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, but now he has been killed by Xiao Qingyi, I am afraid that this skill will definitely be lost.

Suddenly, Dulun Qizhen's head lit up. I have also watched the Thirteen Swords of Jinghong. They are dedicated to being free and unrestrained, just like flowing clouds and water, freely wielding. The Thirteen Swords of Jinghong consume less internal strength. I can use this skill, and I don't have to worry about the true energy in the dantian surging later.

Dulun Qizhen laughed and said, "Feng Xifan, let you see what is the real Thirteen Swords of Jinghong!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dulun Qi Zhen's expression frightened, and his whole aura changed. Dulun Qi Zhen stretched out his right hand with two fingers, and a golden sword light condensed on his fingertips, and then quickly became longer and dazzling!

The dead leaves under the feet turned back layer by layer, and the space around the two fingers became a little distorted under the pressure of the invisible sword energy.

Dulun Qizhen has a strong true energy, and the sword light condensed at his fingertips is even better than Feng Xifan's physical sword. This invisible sword light contains huge lethality.

Feng Xifan had to secretly envy, jealousy and hatred. He could only barely condense the invisible sword energy now, but it didn't take long.

Feng Xifan sneered: "Okay, let's see who is the real Jinghong Thirteen Swords!"
Chapter completed!