"boom!"
The sword energy collided with the spears of the two brothers of the Su family. Anping dominated the two of them and took the upper hand. He smiled widely at the corner of his mouth, stepped on the Phantom Step of Western Hunan, and kept displaying strange swordsmanship, either picking, stabbing, or chopping. Over time, the two brothers of the Su family gradually became injured and bloodied.
Gu Nanyuan kept waving his broad sleeves, and shot out hidden weapons one after another from the sleeves. Xi Le caught them one by one, and then Xi Le got closer and kept throwing punches.
She kept dodging, but she still got hit by a few punches. Qi and blood surged in her body, and her dodging became slower and slower.
Finally, Xi Le found a big flaw in Gu Nan Yuan. Xi Le punched her in the heart. The force was so strong that she almost fainted. She spat out a mouthful of blood and moved back.
"Fighting against the Qianlong Sect will lead to defeat. You should be glad that Elder Wu has taken a liking to you." Xi Le drew a soft sword from her waist and stabbed Gu Nanyuan with the blade, trying to challenge Gu Nan. Kite's hand and hamstrings.
Gu Nanyuan covered her heart, her limbs becoming weaker and weaker. She couldn't dodge this sword at all.
The study was far away from the rear house, and the soundproofing of the study was good. She knew that Zhao Wujiang and others had not come, so they probably did not hear the movement in the study, but it was good that they had not come, maybe they would have more time to escape.
Despondency rose in her heart. The Qianlong Sect's people were stronger than them, and they were no match. Not far away, there was an old man in white who smiled obscenely. This old man gave her a feeling that was even more difficult to resist.
The sword energy was getting closer and closer, and Gu Nanyuan kept passing back, but at an unusually slow speed. The expression on her cheeks became more and more depressed. The sword energy whistled, blowing away the black silk covering her cheeks, revealing a delicate and exquisite face. There is a tear mole beside her beautiful eyes, which adds to her elegance.
"Whoosh, whoosh, ding!"
Suddenly, four silver needles came whistling and hit the sword handed out by the protector Xi Le, and the sword bounced away by an inch.
A black shadow struck like thunder, hugging Gu Nanyuan and dodging to the side.
Xi Le stabbed the air with her sword, her brows furrowed, her murderous intention became even more intense. She raised her sword and looked at the person coming, her eyes widened in disbelief.
The person who came was dressed in black and was as handsome as ink. He always had a gentle smile on his lips. She was very familiar with this look. She had seen this person before when she went to cover Anping's retreat in the prison of the Ministry of Punishments. She later learned that it was Zhao Wujiang who was suspected of possessing Dragon Fault.
Gu Nanyuan spent the rest of her life staring at Zhao Wujiang's handsome face. She felt relieved. A sense of security enveloped her body and mind, making her lean weakly in Zhao Wujiang's arms.
Zhao Wujiang smiled lightly, raised his eyebrows at the angry joy, and looked frivolous:
"You must be regretting that you weren't attracted by the man named Wu, right? Otherwise, why would you be so aggressive, even though we're both women, and you'd be so ruthless?"
"You fart!" Xi Le was dressed in red like fire, and her heart was filled with flames. She was particularly disdainful of Wu Qanyang. She had heard about Wu Qanyang's evil deeds for a long time.
"Zhao Wujiang!" Anping was beating back the two brothers of the Su family. Suddenly he saw the figure of Zhao Wujiang. He was startled. The flames of hatred were surging. At the same time, he was also vigilant in his heart. He looked around vigilantly:
"Xi Le, retreat first!"
"Welcome to Wuya Pavilion." Zhao Wujiang smiled faintly, holding Gu Nanyuan in his arms, filled with the warm fragrance of soft jade, and he snapped his fingers.
There was a sudden sound of wind in the room, and in the blink of an eye, three men with azure masks appeared in the room.
"Do it!" Zhao Wujiang ordered.
"Honor!" The three Dragon Hidden Guards responded, locking their qi towards Anping and Xixi, and at the same time locking onto Wu Qanyang, the black-clothed protector and elder of the Qianlong Sect not far away.
Anping was about to retreat, and his heart was in turmoil. He had seen a kind-hearted old man beside Zhao Wujiang. The old man was in the realm of a master, so terrifying that he was severely injured with one palm, although he recovered. , but the fear in my heart has not completely dissipated.
Now he came to clean up the newly built Wuya Pavilion. In his opinion, Wuya Pavilion just didn't know how to live or die. Especially when he came to the study and saw three Wuya Pavilion people who had cultivated to the fourth level, he The arrogance in his heart reached its peak. He liked this kind of strong person who was not much weaker than him but could be manipulated by him.
But he never expected that behind Wuya Pavilion was Zhao Wujiang. He didn't believe that Zhao Wujiang came alone, and he must have the kind-hearted master with him.
The fact was just as he expected, Zhao Wujiang really summoned others.
When three men wearing azure masks appeared, his Anping sense of crisis reached its peak. He vaguely felt that the cultivation of these three men was comparable to that of the master he saw that day.
There was wind in his footsteps, and he tried his best to use Xiangxi Phantom Step, but just like the last time he was caught by Jia Ersan, he was still full of flaws this time, and Long Yinwei hit him in the center and lifted his neck.
He kept struggling and looked at Xi Le and Wu Qanyang for help, but he soon became desperate. Xi Le was also caught and unable to move. Although Wu Qanyang was unscathed, a man in azure mask was already standing beside Wu Qanyang. Behind the sheep.
