The big guy who passed through quickly took the scumbag script

It took only half a month for Xihe and Fang Qinglin to reach Qamdo, just in time for the sects to attack the Demon Cult.

Previously, they were sent down from Taichu to bid farewell to the elder who passed away, and after going down the mountain to say hello to Uncle Fu, they rode two fast horses and rushed to Qamdo—according to the information they got, the disciple chased Wan Yanfei to the place. here.

Qamdo is vast and sparsely populated, and there are bare dry mountains everywhere. It is already very cold in September, and there is not a single bird in the sky.

"It's not a good place to hide for these guys who hide their heads and show their tails. They have to hide in this place where the birds don't shit, and they will freeze to death!" Li Kui of the Split Mountain School said violently, trembling with the cold while holding his big knife.

The others were also very cold, but they didn't speak, and looked at the head of the six sects.

Headed by Grand Master Zong, several heads stood with hands behind each other to discuss important matters.

Several heads are among the best in the world, with abundant internal energy, they are naturally not afraid of the cold in this area. Among them, Zong Taishi is even more immortal, which is admirable.

Mrs. Jing'an didn't give up too much, her face was serious, and her aura was awe-inspiring.

At this moment, a disciple hurried over from a distance, and ran to report something in front of several sect masters.

Soon, several heads came towards this side: "The location of the Demon Cult has been confirmed, it is just under this mountain, there is no need to delay, everyone, follow me to eliminate the demon!"

A group of knight-errants responded one after another, and the atmosphere was high: "Eliminate the devil! Eliminate the evil!"

Several masters took the lead, and everyone followed closely, bypassing the stone mountain, and came to a mountain.

The mountain soars into the sky, and gravel and dry grass are piled up at the foot of the mountain, which is no different from the surrounding bare mountains, and there are few people.

Mrs. Jing'an drew out the sword in her hand, and slashed at one of them fiercely. Her powerful inner strength set off a gust of wind, wow—bang!

There was a loud noise, revealing a smooth stone door, on which dragons and phoenixes were carved, hiding mystery.

Everyone immediately exclaimed: "It really is the Demon Cult's lair!"

"It's actually hidden here, no wonder I spared a lot of people and couldn't find it anyway."

"A group of mice who hide their heads and tails, this is the place to match them."

The rumbling sound shook the sky and the earth, Master Jing'an's sword energy was like a rainbow, every time it was hit, the stone gate vibrated once, and the broken stones rushed down.

The group of heroes concentrated their attention on the weapon, and suddenly there was a 'boom', and the stone door shattered.

In the next second, a demon disciple with a red scarf on his head rushed out holding a machete.

Master Jing An sneered: "Good job!"

The major sect leaders basically did not take action against this kind of attack, but Master Jing'an ignored it completely. In addition, the Demon Sect harmed her brother and framed her disciples.

As the Yuehua sword spun, Master Jing'an was like Yan Luo who harvested human lives. Wherever he went, blood burst out and he died instantly.

The heroes' eyes were hot, and they yelled: "The thief is here!" and rushed up.

For a while, the Devil's Cult and the six major sects were at odds with each other.

The sound of fighting in front of the whole mountain was loud.

The Demon Sect and the righteous disciples fell one by one, and the Demon Sect members could no longer sit still.

The four guardians rushed out, beat back a few disciples of the righteous way, pointed their swords at the righteous way, and said, "You guys are deceiving people too much!"

Master Jing'an sneered: "Hai Yan Wang? I have been waiting for a long time, and I will take my life!"

Pushing the Taiyin scriptures with all his strength, he was in front of King Haiyan in a blink of an eye, and stabbed forward with his sword!

King Haiyan's pupils constricted and he avoided it immediately. However, half of his shoulder was cut off, and he gritted his teeth: "What magic skill did you practice?"

No matter what he said, he is also one of the protectors of the Devil's Cult. His martial arts are rare in the world, and he can't even avoid it!

Master Jing'an saw that Taiyin Kung Fu is so powerful, she was more happy in her heart, she looked up to the sky and smiled: "Want to know? After going underground, I will burn my old body to you."

Hai Yanwang's face turned black in an instant: "Old thief, don't be complacent!"

The two of them fought together in an instant, and the dust flew up suddenly, and the sound of explosions continued.

The people next to him couldn't dodge in time, and they died immediately, so many people ran away in fright, away from this pair of killing gods.

In other battlefields, Wu Laomo is unique in lightness skills, flying into the righteous group of heroes, as if entering no one's land, many people lose their voices before they have time to see who the killer is; Several disciples fought.

The devil's teaching techniques suck human blood, kill people and practice kung fu, etc. heresy.

If a madman releases the method he has practiced, the higher his skill is, the more insane he will be, and the only way to stop madness is to kill people.

Up to now, there are countless victims, and their skills are even stronger.

Liu Yurong and the others were four enemies to one, but they were still reluctant, and they were injured not long after, bleeding profusely.

"Eldest brother, step back quickly, I'll stop him!"

Mu Yanping roared loudly, the sword moved faster, and blocked the elder brother.

Liu Yurong stepped back immediately, took out a hemostat from his bosom, sprinkled it on the wound, and stuffed it in his chest hastily—the madman release is too powerful, and the junior brother can't last long.

Clinging to the sword was about to step forward, but suddenly his eyes were about to burst: "No!"

The lunatic laughed wildly, hooked his five claws, and grabbed Mou Yanping's heart, and Mou Yanping's eyes widened——

"Ah!" There was a scream.

The madman held his severed hand, screamed and backed away.

Liu Yurong rushed forward and said nervously: "Junior brother, how are you?"

Mou Yanping shook his head and looked ahead: "Brother, is that... fifth brother?"

Hearing this, Liu Yurong hurriedly looked over, and saw a handsome man in Tsing Yi standing in front of them with a cold face, pointing at the madman Fang in his hand.

The madman asked, "Who are you?"

Man: "The one who killed you!"

With an arc of light from the three-foot green blade, the madman beheaded in an instant.

Tangtang, the protector of the Devil's Cult, had no power to fight back, and fell down with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

The man turned around, with the long sword at his side, and bright red blood dripped from the tip of the sword: "Eldest senior brother, second senior brother."

Liu Yurong was overjoyed: "Fifth brother, are you here?"

Fang Qinglin nodded, and then glanced at the battlefield. Not far away, Misty Men Xihe happened to save a few junior sisters, and frowned: "Senior brother, you go to heal your wounds first, and leave this place to me."

Liu Yurong and Liu Yurong nodded again and again, they had indeed suffered a lot of injuries: "Fifth brother, if you lose, come back, don't hold on."

Although the fifth younger brother chopped off the madman with a sword just now, and his skill is amazing, more than a little stronger than before, but they still told him what to do if he was injured.

Fang Qinglin nodded naturally: "Brother, don't worry."

As soon as the person left, the color of his eyes changed instantly, he raised the green blade in his hand, and swept towards the direction of his junior sister.

Xihe had just kicked away a Demon Cult disciple who was sneaking up on his fellow sect, when he turned his head and saw a ghostly figure scurrying through the crowd, squinting his eyes, ordered the disciples to look after each other, then disappeared in a flash.

Under the terrified eyes of a female disciple, Wu Laomo was smiling fiercely, biting her neck——

A gust of wind hit, he subconsciously sent the female disciple forward, and suddenly a long sword pierced through the female disciple's chest.

Wu Laomo's pupils shrank, and when he saw someone coming, his scalp became numb, and he turned and ran.

"Where are you going?" Xihe immediately chased after him.

Wu Laomozhi yelled: "Fairy Chu, Aunt Chu, you have to be forgiving and forgiving. Your husband and wife have already cut off one of my hands. We have already evened out. Why are you chasing me?"