If you mess with the devil, it's over!

Yu Xi's coquettish eyes turned cold as he looked at the woman Lingkong looked at him with contempt.

"Don't look at me like that, this is an order from the sect." Qinghong said coldly, holding a long sword in her hand.

"Zong?" Yu Xi looked confused. He had just arrived in this fairyland. This was the first time he had seen natives from the Nine Realms. When had he offended any sect?

"Girl, have you admitted your mistake? I just came from the lower world and have not offended anyone." Yu Xi bent slightly and bowed, but his cold eyes were staring at her all the time.

"Coming from the lower realm?" Qinghong looked at the boy carefully.

"If there is no one from my immortal world to guide you in the lower realm, you cannot break the barrier except for the fifteen moves to open the way to immortality. Who brought the young master here?"

When he asked this question, Qinghong shook his head when the young man didn't answer.

"Forget it, it's hard to disobey the sect's orders. Either follow me voluntarily, or take the young master's body with you?"

Hearing this, Yu Xi's pretty face turned cold. It seems that there is no way to escape today. If that's the case, don't blame me for being cruel!

Thinking of this, Yu Xi locked his eyes on the disciples who were holding long swords and wanted to surround and kill him.

It was clear that when these people came, either Miaoyou died or escaped using secret methods, and now the target was him.

"Senior sister, isn't this the person in the portrait?" A male disciple who was speeding over exclaimed after seeing the young man's appearance.

"Yes, yes." The female disciple who was called senior sister nodded and glanced at the man in red not far away.

Dressed in red, with long hair reaching her waist, and a bit of cinnabar on her forehead, she is even more charming. Her figure is graceful and extraordinary, and she is truly the queen of the country.

The female disciples who came after them also had amazement in their eyes when they saw the man in red. This man was so beautiful.

"You forced me to do this!" Yu Xi's eyes gathered with cold light, and there seemed to be an evolution of the frozen world in his pupils. Heavy snow fell on the top of the mountain, and a cold plum stood on the cliff. At this point, the young man's eyes were like cicada wings. The long eyelashes are all rendered in white.

The long sword in his hand flew across the sky, with a bit of cold light and a bit of snow. The long sword transformed into countless ice-blue ice swords in the air and attacked Qinghong.

Qinghong just waved his hand, and the sword box behind him opened again, and three long swords came out to cut out a sword array.

The young man took advantage of this opportunity to escape, and jumped into the air. The cold air around his body gathered, freezing the air into strong ice. A short sword appeared in his hand, and the frost mist exploded. When the body appeared again, When he appeared, he was already behind a female disciple.

The female disciple was only in the eighth position. As soon as she reacted, her eyes were filled with panic. Before she could draw her sword, she felt a sting in her throat. Her vision went dark and she immediately fell to the ground from mid-air.

"Evil!" Qinghong shouted violently, and the terrifying pressure was released, directly attacking the young man.

The ice spiritual power spread around Yu Xi's body, and the sky was filled with frost and mist, shrouding these disciples. The laws of ice were endless, and although they were instantly shattered by the pressure of the sword energy, the original frost and mist filled the sky was restored in an instant. .

"Hmph!" Qinghong was extremely furious now. He dared to slaughter his own disciples in front of his elder, treating himself as nothing.

I saw her hands clasped together, and the sound of Weng's swords piercing the sky, the remaining two long swords in the sword box also came out of the body, there were five in total.

Five spiritual swords hovered over the frost and fog. The terrifying sword energy completely shattered the diffuse frost and fog, and a terrifying killing pressure enveloped them.

But she didn't notice that when all five of her swords came out, the air in the sky fluctuated.

boom--

Shuangwu was completely torn apart by the sword energy. Among them, the young man was hiding behind a disciple of the Luqing Immortal Sect. The dagger in his hand had already stabbed her from behind to the heart. Even though this person had the peak cultivation level of the Nine Styles, But there is still not enough to see in Yuxi.

The dagger could not kill her, but the icy air emanating from the dagger invaded her body in an instant, quickly destroying her life.

To be honest, these disciples really didn't look down on them in the past, but the two disciples who were in the early stages of the Ten Forms were a bit difficult to deal with, otherwise these disciples would have crushed a lot of them by themselves just now.

There is also the person in front of him who is carrying a sword box and has been replaced by an elder. Yu Xi knows that he can't defeat him, but he will not give up. What he is doing now is to throw a rat into a trap.

As long as this woman doesn't have the ability to suppress herself for a moment, it will be her turn to have a headache.

"Shuzi, how dare you?" Qinghong saw that there were four disciples lying on the ground. She became furious and slashed at the man in red with her two swords filled with sword energy.

"The surroundings are blocked by sword energy. You cannot escape, otherwise you will be torn apart..." Yu Xi gritted his teeth and locked his eyes on his nearest Eight-Style disciple.

"Damn it!" One of the disciples, who was in the early stage of the Tenth Form, pointed his sword at the sky.

"Scatter seven and return to one." She shouted loudly, the sword trembled, and countless blue spiritual power light spots gathered together, like stars returning to the long sword.

puff--

what--

The sound of weapons piercing flesh and screams rang in everyone's ears. They saw the young man quickly grabbing the eight-position disciple, his dagger roaring, and he concentrated on breaking open her protective cover. He kicked her on the joints with his right foot and knocked her down. Catch it in front of yourself.

While forcing Qinghong to withdraw his sword move, because he did not have a good defense, a sword light penetrated his shoulder directly from the disciple who was in the early stage of the Tenth Form.

The white and smooth shoulders were dripping with blood, and the black hair hanging down his waist was scattered, but the young man seemed not to feel any pain, and his eyes were as cold as thousands of years of ice.

"Senior Sister Xu Yi." Several disciples reacted quickly and saw Xu Yi, whose feet were covered in blood, being stepped on by the young man. Their faces were full of anger, but they also looked at the man in red with fear.

"Let her go." Qinghong looked at the man in red in front of her, suppressed the anger in her heart, and said coldly.

This man was decisive and ruthless in his actions at a young age. She didn't dare to gamble now. If these disciples were sacrificed in order to capture and kill him, how would she do business when she returned to the sect?

"Let me go..." Yu Xi ignored the wound on his shoulder and stared at Qinghong with his cold eyes like a cold light.

"If you don't agree, these disciples will be buried with me!" The young man said, and the cold air swirled up, instantly freezing the legs of the female disciple who was controlled by him.

what--

A pitiful wail resounded in the ears of all the disciples, and it also resounded in Qinghong's ears.

"Want to give it a try, girl?" The young man's cold voice sounded, and his natural temptation sounded like a reminder to the ears of the disciples present.

"I can't beat you, and I may not even be able to take three of your swords, but these disciples can't take one of my swords either."

"Okay, but if you, a monster like you, dare to hurt our disciples again, your life will be worse than death." Qinghong said coldly, staring straight at the slowly moving man in red, or to be more precise, he The dagger pressed against the hostage's back.

"How ironic. If you want to kill me, why can't I resist?" The young man smiled sweetly. Even though his hair was messy and he was covered in blood, people could still feel his messy beauty and tragic beauty. But this beauty is so dangerous.

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