Qiu Yutong drove the sky and clouds, mentioning all the remaining spiritual power in Dantian, whistling and skimming towards the shore!

He must leave Cuiwei Hantan, the farther he leads these people, the safer his little apprentice is ... the wind whispers in his ears, the sound of "swooshing" broken by the spirit sword, Qiuyutong or leaning Avoid, or swing away, the whole person flew forward without looking back!

The emerald-colored cold lake covered with mist under the feet gradually turned into a large barren yellow plain ... I don't know how long afterwards, the cry for chasing behind me gradually went away and finally disappeared.

Qiu Yutong glanced back, and no one was behind. He estimated that he had already flown thousands of miles, and the monks of various schools had almost chased thousands of miles. At this time, Lu Xiao should be basically safe.

Qiu Yutong was relieved a little, driving down the sea of ​​sun and sinking.

Below is a dark valley, Qiu Yutong thought for a while, Yu Jian slowly fell into the deep valley. This place looks very hidden, and monks of all factions should not be able to find it for the time being.

After landing, Qiu Yutong put away Tianzhao Yunhai, only to feel that his bones were so tired that he seemed to fall apart, and even one finger did not want to lift it up. He barely lifted his breath and walked a few steps forward staggeringly. He felt that his legs were as soft as noodles and could not be lifted up at all. He could only stop, holding Tianzhaoyunhai and gasping for two.

"Master Qiufeng, why didn't you run away?"

Qiu Yutong raised his head violently!

Gui Wuya stood a few feet in front of him. The eyes behind the ancient silver mask shone coldly.

Qiu Yutong made a decisive move, turned his legs and ran! But he didn't run two steps, so he stopped suddenly—Chen Wu injury and Tu Wu fearlessly turned out from behind the two big rocks at the bottom of the valley, blocking his back.

Qiu Yutong took a deep breath and could only turn around, looking towards Gui Wuya: "Go to the island owner."

Gui Wuya gently tilted her lips: "Why, Qiu Feng, who saw Guimou, looked like a ghost?"

Qiu Yutong didn't answer, and his eyes were fixed on each other, slowly tightening the five fingers holding Tianzhao Yunhai. In this deep valley, there are cliffs on both sides, Gui Wuya in front, Chen Wushang and Tu Wuwei in the back, and there is no other way out.

He guessed that today is not good anymore.

Gui Wuya said slowly: "Lord Qiufeng, you hand over the magic pill, this seat can spare you a life."

"Magic?" Qiu Yutong lowered his eyes, as if hesitating.

Gui Wuya rubbed his lips coldly: "Without life, the magic pill is useless, right?"

"Good." Qiu Yutong took a deep breath and finally made a general decision, slowly extending his left hand to the Qiankun bag around his waist.

Gui Wuya stared at his left hand, almost involuntarily, took a step forward.

In this sparkling stone fire, Qiu Yutong suddenly lifted the sky of clouds and swept away! When it was said that sooner or later, a foggy azure-colored sword gas, wrapped in the wind sound of Ling Yun, swept across the ground, and even rolled up a large piece of dust and gravel at the bottom of the valley!

Backed by nowhere, he was unable to take precautions. He could only dump his upper body straight backwards, which made a straight "iron bridge", dangerously avoiding this fierce sword! Tian Zhao Yun Hai's sword wind, like a cold knife, almost wiped his face and swept away! this

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