Hearing Bai Hongxiao's words, Yi Xiaofeng's eyes lit up and he subconsciously took out the Red Cloud Sword.

"No need to check, this force will be touched when your life is in critical condition." Bai Hongxiao shook his head and said.

When your life is in critical condition?

Yi Xiaofeng was confused.

Isn't this torture?

If it doesn't work, wouldn't it be a waste?

at the same time.

The Northern Wei monks flying with swords outside the window had disappeared, but there were shouts of killing from afar. It seemed that the Northern Wei royal family had surrounded Shanfu.

Bai Hongxiao did not rush out, but meditated on the spot and continued to offset the power of the curse.

Yi Xiaofeng looked at him and asked, "Senior, why have you helped me repeatedly?"

Bai Hongxiao closed his eyes and said calmly: "You have a chivalrous heart. The cultivation world today lacks people like you. I hope you can stick to your original heart and maintain that righteousness forever."

Yi Xiaofeng felt a little ashamed when he heard these words.

He admitted that he was a good person.

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Respect the elderly and love the young, and do not bully the weak by relying on the strong.

Although he has a good character, he is still far from being chivalrous.

Bai Hongxiao misread him.

The audience laughed:

"Hahahaha, I'm going to laugh to death."

"Yi Xiaofeng: You...you may have thought too much..."

"Yi Gou is also equipped with a chivalrous heart?"

"The Sword Saint is not good at looking at people."

"I think Yi Xiaofeng really has chivalrous blood in his bones. When he chose to enter the devil camp for Wang Yanran, he was really handsome."

"Stop talking, that's love, not chivalrous!"

...

"Should be quiet at noon." Bai Hongxiao said calmly.

When Yi Xiaofeng heard this, he could only suppress the surging emotions in his heart and then meditate and rest.

When the army of monks from the Northern Wei royal family entered Zhuoye Castle, Zhuoye Castle fell into chaos and there were sounds of fighting everywhere.

Yi Xiaofeng was secretly shocked.

Things are going wrong.

Is the Northern Wei royal family slaughtering Zhuo Night Castle?

If you think about it carefully, it is true that the third prince died tragically, which is a serious crime to kill the nine clans.

But isn’t this giving Tu Xin Ancestor time?

Yi Xiaofeng was a little anxious. He looked at Bai Hongxiao and asked, "You are the Sword Saint. Do you want to guide the Northern Wei royal family to deal with the ancestor Tu Xin?"

Bai Hongxiao didn't open his eyes and replied: "There is no need. It's too late to stop Tu Xin's ancestor. I can feel his aura. It's already very strong. In the Northern Wei Dynasty, all the monks will die if they go up."

Such an exaggerated?

Yi Xiaofeng asked carefully: "What is the cultivation level of the ancestor Tu Xin? Golden Pill? Or Nascent Soul?"

The Nascent Soul monk is the strength of the ceiling in Daqianzhou.

"It has become a Nascent Soul." Bai Hongxiao replied indifferently.

Seeing his tone, Yi Xiaofeng felt confident and asked: "Do you have a chance to win now?"

"No."

“…”

Then why are you pretending to be calm!

Yi Xiaofeng was crazy and speechless.

Time continues to pass.

It's getting closer and closer at noon.

Every half an hour, Yi Xiaofeng would hear the prompt that the contestants were eliminated, making the atmosphere of the script even more tense.

At this time.

Bai Hongxiao suddenly stood up, and Yi Xiaofeng was so shocked that he stood up.

"I'll go first, you can act according to the opportunity and don't get close to the black hole." Bai Hongxiao threw down his words and pushed the door out.

When he came to the courtyard, he pulled off the straw jacket on his body and threw it away casually.

The sun shone on him, and his back fell into Yi Xiaofeng's eyes, so tall.

Yi Xiaofeng chased after him and asked curiously: "Why don't you hide your identity anymore?"

Knowing that you are going to die?

Bai Hongxiao replied: "I want to give other people confidence."

After the words came, Bai Hongxiao jumped, and a flying sword flew out of his sleeve, quickly becoming larger, landing at his feet, leading him to gallop towards the horizon, fleeting.

Yi Xiaofeng was deeply moved.

Is this the Sword Saint?

Every word is showing off.

I will become such a person in the future!

Yi Xiaofeng shook his head and smiled, and he left with him.

He wanted to see if he could find a disciple from Suxin Palace or a disciple from the Blood Leader.

As soon as he passed by two streets, he saw someone fighting by the river not far away.

One of them was Yang Yu.

This guy is still alive!

Yang Yu's opponent was a skinny middle-aged man with two scimitars in his hand and gained the upper hand. He beat Yang Yu backed down step by step and covered in blood.

It seems that Yang Yu is going to die.

Yi Xiaofeng walked over directly.

Yang Yu glanced at Yi Xiaofeng and was immediately surprised.

He shouted, "Senior, save me! This person is a demon cultivator!"

The middle-aged man glanced at Yi Xiaofeng and frowned.

Yi Xiaofeng, wearing a straw raincoat, was obviously not an ordinary person.

"Who are you? Don't interfere with the affairs of the Blood Master!" the middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

Yi Xiaofeng wanted to pass by, but when he heard that it was the head of the blood, he immediately turned to the middle-aged man.

Without saying a word, he took out the long sword given by Bai Hongxiao.

Seeing his attitude, the middle-aged man understood that this battle was inevitable.

"Hmph! Looking for death!"

The middle-aged man kicked Yang Yu to the ground first, and then rushed towards Yi Xiaofeng.

Yi Xiaofeng stomped his feet, and his spiritual power hit the ground, causing him to jump up directly.

He stabbed him with a sword.

After learning the match sword technique and giving guidance to the Sword Saint for two days, Yi Xiaofeng's sword technique was already very powerful.

The middle-aged man was moved, subconsciously stopped, raised the scimitar in his hand, and blocked it in a staggered manner.

clang!

The blade fell between the two swords and sparks burst.

The Chiyun Sword suddenly appeared in Yi Xiaofeng's left hand, and he held the sword and stabbed the middle-aged man in the chest.

Puff-

The sword blade pierces the middle-aged man's chest, and one sword is fatal!
To be continued...