Chapter 753 Unfathomable

The jungle returned to its usual tranquility. Long Qingxie dragged his weak body, looked at the five spirit beasts beside him, took off their elixirs, and disappeared into the jungle.

Shangguan looked at Long Qingxie's figure, his eyes turned cold.

Did he just give up? ——

The night sky was like washing, clear and bright as usual, but much cooler than before.

"Are you really not going?" Shangguan glanced at Long Qingxie, his eyes were extremely cold.

Long Qingxie sat on the stone bench, holding a jug of wine in his hand, the depths of his eyes were extremely calm, calm and unfathomable.

Hearing Shangguan's words, he suddenly took a sip of the wine, which entered his lungs strongly, and it was a little hot, but it was far less than the hot heart beating for Yunwu.

At this moment, it has stopped coldly.

He got up suddenly, shook his head for a while, and a white phantom appeared, and disappeared into the night.

"Oh shit."

Shangguan roared angrily, and flew towards the jungle again, and the night calmed down again.

Long Qingxie looked at Shangguan's leaving figure, his golden eyes were dark, and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed.

Little thing, what you want to do, even if it hurts your heart, my husband will do it for you!

the next day.

At the beginning of the morning, the Thunder Hongmen fell into an oppressive atmosphere.

"Have you found anyone?"

"not yet."

"Trash! Whether it's dead or alive, find her for me!" Liao Zongtian's terrified roar scared away a large group of birds that came out to look for food.

"Master, she fell into a crack in the ground, she should have melted into water." The thirteen guards with a cold voice bowed slightly.

"Then dig the ground three feet, turn it into water and bring it back to me!"

The thirteenth guard looked cold, and said in silence for a moment: "Yes."

"In addition, post the gold list and call the warriors. After ten days, there will be a strength selection in Hongmen, and the winner will get a spirit beast and panacea."

The thirteenth guard was stunned for a moment, "Yes"

After leaving Pihongmen, the thirteen guards looked back at Pihongmen, thinking.

Why do you want to hold some strength trials? Not only is the Hongmen Gold List, the winner can also get a panacea, what a temptation!

It's a game to watch.

Having said that, he saw with his own eyes that the woman was struck by lightning into the crack in the ground, and wanted to come up, but instead fell into it. Before the suture was closed, he was sure that she hadn't come up.

Even if it doesn't turn into water, it shouldn't be in human form, right?

If she had been given a hand then, there would be no need to dig three feet to find her body now. The thirteen guards smiled ironically and headed towards the jungle.

Withdrawing his extremely angry gaze, Liao Zongtian sighed, turned around and left, with a clang, a dagger with a clear and cold light pierced into the ground in front of him.

Liao Zongtian paused in his footsteps, his sharp eyes were startled for an instant, and he turned to look behind him.

"who?"

"Don't mind, I just passed by unintentionally and slipped my hand."

On the roof, an extremely dazzling figure appeared. The white brocade robe was stained with blood. In the misty morning, there was a bloodthirsty scarlet light, and a sinister smile was outlined on the thin lips.

Liao Zongtian looked at Long Qingxie, and a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, "What's the matter with me coming to Hongmen?"

At this moment, Long Qingxie changed his face, Liao Zongtian did not recognize Long Qingxie.

"Didn't you say that you were just passing by, didn't you want to leave? Please." Long Qingxie lowered his golden eyes and made a gesture of please.

Liao Zongtian's face darkened, passing by the door of Thunder Hongmen is reasonable, but now he is inside Thunder Hongmen!

Do you really think he is ignorant?

In a blink of an eye, Liao Zongtian didn't say a word, he just gave Long Qingxie a deep thought, turned around and left again.

"Shua..." Qingmang's dagger struck out again, and happened to pierce Liao Zongtian's trousers.

Liao Zongtian stopped suddenly, and the chill around him suddenly broke out.

"Could it be that you are deliberately trying to make things difficult for Pi Hongmen?"

Seeing the leisurely Long Qingxie, Liao Zongtian's heart beat a drum.

I don't know how long this person has been staying there. The person who can easily sneak into the Thunderbolt Gate without him and the Thirteen Guards finding out must have unfathomable strength.

Such a person should try not to be an enemy.

"Master Liao misunderstood me, you can leave as you please, just ignore me." Long Qingxie said flatly as he played with the last dagger in his hand.

ignore him?

He could ignore him, but he couldn't ignore the shining dagger in his hand.

Liao Zongtian's eyes were sharp, looking at the last dagger in his hand, his face was cold and angry, but he didn't dare to take a step forward.

"If you don't want to go if you are told to go, then follow your wish and stay here forever..."

"what……"

Liao Zongtian clutched his bloody knee and half-kneeled on the ground in pain, the screams instantly shocked the whole Pinghongmen.

On the cheekbone of the knee, stuck a bright and sharp dagger, which has been completely stained bright red by the blood.

"What is the purpose of the strength selection competition?"

"This is Thunderbolt! You are so bold... ah..."

Before he could finish speaking, the screams rang out again. Liao Zongtian knelt down on his knees, his face was pale, and cold sweat like beans fell instantly.

"Why are you following her?"

"Take it down for me... ah..." The more piercing roar and moan sounded through.

Liao Zongtian looked at the dagger on his arm, and looked at Long Qingxie with bloodshot eyes, full of disbelief, his sturdy and strong body was trembling constantly at this moment.

"Where did you come from when you were the Thunderbolt Hongmen?"

With the palm of Liao Zongtian's only healthy hand, the strength belonging to the middle stage of Wu Zong suddenly rose, like a lightning bolt, and instantly attacked Long Qingxie.

The corners of Long Qingxie's lips twitched slightly. Looking at the powerful attack, he didn't dodge at all. He raised his palm slightly, and the black haze was shaken out, like a handful of black sharp blades, densely packed against the power of Wu Zong's middle stage.

When the two powerful and sharp forces collided, the aftermath splashed in all directions, creating a mess.

Liao Zongtian, who was kneeling on the ground, was instantly knocked into the air by the aftermath because he was slow to dodge. With a bang, the black figure broke through the wall and finally stopped.

"Clatter." The sound of broken bricks and tiles came crashing down.

Liao Zongtian tried his best to lean out from the rubble, his white paper-like face was distorted and ferocious, very terrifying.

Facing the aftermath, Long Qingxie did not dodge or defend at all. On the white brocade robe, a lot of fresh blood was vaguely soaked.

Bloodstains everywhere, like blood-colored plum blossoms blooming in the severe winter, cold and stubborn and proud.

It is also like a cloud dance.

He looked down at the blood stains on his body, with complicated expressions in his eyes, and a monstrous arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

At this time, there was a sound of hurried footsteps behind the Thunderbolt Gate. It sounded like there should be more than a dozen people. After a while, more than a dozen men in black appeared in Long Qingxie's sight.

The leader is a strange man in black, the only thing that catches the eye is the right hand made of iron, which still glows coldly under the baptism of the sun.