Qingqing was concerned about Situ Xuan's safety, so Fu Tianpeng and the other three sailed down the river and soon arrived at Xiaoyao Island.
As soon as the three of them landed on the island, they saw the corpses of Wu Jian Tang gangsters lying everywhere.
Qingqing shouted repeatedly, but Situ Xuan didn't answer.
She was even more worried, and her beautiful face was filled with tears.
Fu Tianpeng hugged her and comforted her.
Afterwards, the three of them went straight to the forbidden area on the island.
Just when Qingqing was about to step into Xiaoyao Cave to investigate, suddenly the figures in front of him shook, and two evil men came out.
These two villains, one dressed in black and the other in white.
They wore hairbands and held swords in their hands, glaring at Qingqing fiercely.
Qingqing's bullet sword was unsheathed, and a cold cloud formed on his face.
She angrily asked these two villains, where is her father?
The evil man in black raised his head and laughed. He looked at Qingqing with his big eyes like a dead fish.
Then he curled his lips and said: "Situ Xuan was beaten half to death by our chief, and now he is nailed in the coffin. Just wait and collect his body."
Qingqing was furious, and she cursed angrily: "Evil thief, watch the sword."
The heavenly being descended, stepping on flying flowers, and struck the mosasaur into the sea with his sword.
The tip of the sword was shining with starlight, shaking off countless cold lights.
The black-clad Toutuo stood with his feet spread apart, as steady as the roots of an old tree.
He raised his sword to block the attack, guarding the middle door while moving his palm sideways.
Fu Tianpeng drew his sword and stepped forward, and together with Qingqing struck the black-robed Toutuo.
The white-clothed Tutu stepped forward and a spiritual snake jumped out.
Zhao Xueqing and Chanjuan's sword slashed left and right, and the autumn wind blew up the fallen leaves.
The white-robed Toutuo stepped back several steps, flew into the air, and used his backhand to perform the Drunken Flower Shadow.
This move is like searching a mountain under the sea, making it fierce and domineering.
The sword energy flew wildly and kept swimming under Zhao Xueqing's feet.
Zhao Xueqing arched the bridge and hugged the moon, bending down to let the white-clothed Tutuo advance.
She jumped behind him, hoping to take advantage of the situation and make a sneak attack.
The white-clothed Tutu didn't even look back, and kicked up his legs in succession, pushing Zhao Xueqing back.
The moves are like a river, and the momentum comes one after another.
The white-robed Tutuo had the upper hand.
"Swish, swish, swish", the three soul-chasing swords came out one after another.
Butterflies danced in front of Zhao Xueqing's eyes, and the cold blade swayed from time to time.
Wrap your head, cut your neck, split your chest, all the moves are cruel and vicious.
Zhao Xueqing is like a light boat, placed in the stormy waves.
However, facing the danger, she remained as calm as water, adjusting her breathing amidst the decline.
During the confrontation, Toutuo in white put his head in his arms and struck a knife, which moved mountains and seas.
Zhao Xueqing quickly lowered her head and cut the sharp knife against her hair.
The white-clothed Toutuo bent his elbow to return the sword, raised his hand and pressed the blade down.
King Zhao Xueqing used all his strength to hold the tower and collapse it outwards.
There was a crisp sound and gold stars flew everywhere.
Tutuo in white and Zhao Xueqing each retreated, breathed and adjusted, and fought again.
At this time, Qingqing and Fu Tianpeng formed a pincer attack on Tutuo in black.
The black-clothed Toutuo was attacked from both sides. His gait was circuitous, his body was crouched, and his sharp triangular eyes scanned forward and back.
Qingqing raised her pretty eyebrows and used all her strength to move the Qingxin Sword meteor across.
The black-clothed tutu advanced rapidly with his sword, kicking sand and rocks with his feet from time to time.
His moves were swift and fierce, and with a flick of his hand, the clouds and mist dispersed.
The surging sword light came layer by layer, and the green sword penetrated through.
The sound of explosions resounded in the ears, and the black-clothed Tutuo was blown away by the aftermath of the air wave.
He covered his chest with his hands and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his throat.
The burning made his insides ache.
The black-clothed Tutu poured out a Guiyuan Pill from the porcelain bottle on his waist. After swallowing it in one gulp, he quickly adjusted his condition.
He intends to guard his Dantian, jump high and far away, and jump like a golden eagle into the clouds.
While hanging in the air, Tutuo in black rushed forward with his sword and slashed at Zhao Xueqing from a high position.
The momentum is overwhelming and overwhelming.
Zhao Xueqing was gradually suppressed by the powerful and heavy sword, and her moves became slow and sluggish.
The black-clothed tutu took advantage of the situation to attack, using a yaksha style to explore the sea, grabbing Zhao Xueqing's choked throat like a pair of pincer fingers.
Lightning and flint, life and death are only a matter of seconds.
Fu Tianpeng turned back, grabbed Zhao Xueqing's shoulders, and pulled her aside.
The black-clothed Tutu threw his claws into the air, his face turned livid with anger.
He roared, and the evil tiger pounced on its prey, with two iron hands coming out at the same time.
Fu Tianpeng raised his sword and went out to thank the guests behind closed doors. After blocking the black-clothed Tutuo's attack, he immediately punched out.
The lonely mountain and the cold moon, the iron fist condenses the surging anger.
Impartially, it hit the black-clothed Tutuo's lower abdomen.
With a scream of "Ah", the black-clothed Tutuo was knocked away by about ten feet.
He hit the stone wall and his life was extinguished.
Toutuo in white clothes slashed with his backhand, sending Fu Tianpeng flying away.
Fu Tianpeng coughed up a mouthful of blood and drew his sword to face Toutuo in white clothes.
The white-clothed Tutuo's eyes were bloodshot and gleaming fiercely. He was like a beast trapped in a cage for a long time, venting his furious power wantonly.
With deadly flying kicks, Tutuo in white saw that Fu Tianpeng was injured, so he stepped forward and kicked him fiercely.
Qingqing stepped forward with his sword, the flying dragon entered the abyss, and the Qingxin Sword quickly thrust out.
Hitting the heart of Baiyi Tutuo, Baiyi Tutuo fell to the ground with a plop and died.
Qingqing quickly entered the cave, followed closely by Fu Tianpeng and Zhao Xueqing.
An inaudible sound came from a coffin.
Qingqing told Fu Tianpeng that this was his father's voice.
Fu Tianpeng didn't say anything to her, and all his swords came out, smashing the coffin cover into pieces.
Situ Xuan's face was pale, his breath was weak, and he was already on the verge of death.
Qing Qing and Fu Tianpeng stepped forward to help them. It was too late to speak, but soon after, Situ Xuan suddenly raised his palm and slapped the two of them hard.
Qingqing fell out and almost hit the stone pillar.
Zhao Xueqing stepped forward and pulled her down.
Qingqing received a heavy palm, her head was dizzy, and her mouth spat out hot blood.
Fu Tianpeng also suffered internal injuries and felt unspeakably uncomfortable inside.
The sneak attack was successful, and the fake Situ Xuan laughed.
He pulled off his mask, and a face full of ravines and deep lines appeared in the eyes of Fu Tianpeng and the others.
When Qingqing saw this person, she immediately recognized him as her uncle, Xu Qianchen, known as the Phantom Monster.
His martial arts had already been abolished by his master and he was expelled from the sect. Why is his martial arts so unpredictable now?
When Xu Qianchen saw Qingqing's face full of doubts, he answered Qingqing coldly that all this was thanks to the Four Wolf Lords.
If it weren't for his thousand-year-old snow ginseng, how could his severed meridians be intact again?
This is the rebirth of kindness, so he must remove all obstacles for the Four Wolf Lords and help them complete the great cause of unification.
When Fu Tianpeng heard this, he was furious. Xu Qianchen was a villain despised by everyone.
Xu Qianchen clenched his fists tightly, his fingers clenched and rattling.
He followed the Taixuan footwork, and his figure was ethereal, appearing and disappearing from time to time.
Suddenly, Xu Qianchen appeared in front of Fu Tianpeng.
Without saying a word, he slapped Fu Tianpeng on the forehead.
Fu Tianpeng used his grappling hand to grab Xu Qianchen's wrist. Xu Qianchen struggled to break free and locked Fu Tianpeng's arm with one hand.
Then, he turned sharply and knocked Fu Tianpeng staggering.
Fu Tianpeng's body was shaking, and he felt that all the muscles and bones in his body were falling apart.
Xu Qianchen struck the killer in pain, the evil eagle flapped its wings and slapped Fu Tianpeng on the forehead.
Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing joined forces with their swords again, and two rays of faint light suddenly appeared.
With contempt on his lips, Xu Qianchen stared coldly at Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing who were making moves. When the sword came close, Xu Qianchen jumped out.
The two sharp swords suddenly went empty. Xu Qianchen moved quickly, picked peaches with a monkey, and grabbed the back of their necks.
Fu Tianpeng jumped forward and blocked Xu Qianchen's shot.
With two clicks, Fu Tianpeng's ribs were broken by Xu Qianchen.
He fell heavily to the ground, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.
Xu Qianchen sneered and told Fu Tianpeng that he was just a moth flying into the flame, seeking his own destruction. After dealing with him, Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing will soon be around.
Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing came to Fu Tianpeng and asked about his injuries with sad expressions.
Fu Tianpeng smiled slightly and reassured them that he was fine.
Xu Qianchen blew wind on his palm and said coldly to Fu Tianpeng: "Boy, you are still talking fast when you are about to die. Now I will take your life."
After saying that, Xu Qianchen shook his robe sleeves, and two strong winds came out alternately, as if he was in the middle of a storm.
His figure is dazzling, and his attacks are bold and fierce.
Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing work together to fight with each other.
A silver dragon circled and flew in front of Xu Qianchen, and he was surrounded by the sword energy exerted by Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing.
Xu Qianchen was not afraid at all. The three flowers gathered at the top of his head, and the true energy in his Dantian continued to surge into his palms.
With the veins exploding, Xu Qianchen pushed the window open to look at the moon with both hands, and slapped Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing fiercely. Zhao Xueqing drew back her sword and took the opportunity to slap them.
Xu Qianchen snorted coldly: "I don't know whether to live or die."
Palms facing each other, Zhao Xueqing fell to the ground.
Qingqing was also shaken to the point of falling backwards, her internal organs trembling.
The three fell to the ground instantly, internal injuries plaguing their movements.
But just when Xu Qianchen was about to attack the three of them, a team of "Du Du Du Du" arrived.
The leading warrior is none other than Jin Guli.
He raised his whip and resisted the horse, blowing his beard and glaring at Fu Tianpeng.
He told Fu Tianpeng with joy, haven't you always wanted to take revenge?
When Fu Tianpeng saw Jinguli, he slowly raised the knife, but the pain made him put it down quickly.
Jin Guli laughed loudly. He pointed at his golden soldiers and joked to Fu Tianpeng.
He asked Jin Bing to help pick up the knife and then handed it to Fu Tianpeng's hand.
The Jin soldiers burst into laughter, and one of them told Jin Guli that this kid might not even be able to pick up a feather now.
As soon as he said this, Jin Guli laughed wildly.
After laughing for a while, Jin Guli's face darkened, and he told Fu Tianpeng that he would trample him to death.
Jin Guli loosened the reins and took the horse back a few steps.
Then, he whipped his horse hard.
The war horse snorted and rushed towards Fu Tianpeng like an overwhelming force.
Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing were in agony, but were unable to save them.
Seeing that Fu Tianpeng was about to be buried in a horse's hoof, he was saved by a man in Tsing Yi.
When rescuing people, the man in Tsing Yi's backhand was a Pine Forest Rising Moon.
Jin Guli was shocked, but couldn't avoid it.
The war horse rushed towards the sharp sword.
Both men and horses were stabbed all over.
The soldiers accompanying Jin Guli were no longer as arrogant as before.
They were angry and rushed towards the man in green with their swords in hand.
The man in green flew out with his sword and killed them all.
When Qingqing saw this, she cried with joy.
Because the person with his back turned was none other than his father, Situ Xuan.
Situ Xuan came to Fu Tianpeng and stretched out his fingers to heal his wounds with luck.
He twirled the little beard under his chin with his hand and kept nodding his head and said: "Good son-in-law, you are still affectionate and righteous in the face of life and death. I am not wrong about you."
Fu Tianpeng called out: "Father-in-law."
Situ Xuan nodded, and gave two Snow Lotus Calming Pills to Qing Qing and Zhao Xueqing.
After taking it, the two of them breathed smoothly and began to treat their internal injuries.
When Xu Qianchen saw that Situ Xuan was not dead, he immediately became very angry.
Situ Xuanxian walked forward slowly with his sword in hand.
He told Xu Qianchen with a stern expression that all grievances should be settled today.
