Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

"Go first."

Ding Er knew that fighting head-on would not be good for them, so he held his chest and coughed uncontrollably, and pushed Ding Wu.

"You know the way, lead them away, and we'll cut off the rear."

Lu Yun and others said that they could take out the elixir, and as long as they left here alive, their eldest brother would still be saved.

At this moment, he was more willing to bet on these sect disciples he had just met than to trust the people in the Qiao Gang.

"Let's go, where?"

A roar echoed through the sky.

Someone comes from afar and appears in front of people in the blink of an eye.

He looks middle-aged, looks very clean, wears plain clothes, and looks like an elegant and handsome scholar from the outside.

But who would have thought that this person is the famous Gang Leader Qiao.

"Chouji, you're already here, why don't you stay."

Gang leader Qiao was very satisfied with the way he appeared. He glanced at Ding Er's fearful and hateful look, clapped his hands, and someone brought someone over from behind.

She was a woman with messy hair, pale complexion, and black eyes. Just looking at her face, she seemed to be dying soon.

And this person is none other than Ding Si of the Ding family.

Ding Si was a beautiful girl. After falling into the hands of these people, it didn't take long for her to become the tortured person she is now.

After a few glances, Ding Er's heart felt like needles pricking his heart.

"Second brother, don't worry about me."

Ding Si needed help to stand firm, but how could those people be so gentle? They disliked her, so they took her collar and hair and forced her to raise her head.

As soon as the words came out, Ding San almost couldn't control himself and rushed out.

Her sister had a good voice and sang as beautifully as a lark.

But now, Ding Si's throat is as rough as gravel. This is not caused by not drinking water, but because the throat has been damaged by external forces.

"You bunch of beasts deserve to die!"

Ding San cursed, his eyes red with anger, and Ding Er pulled him back.

"It's not like you don't know how our Qiao Gang treats our enemies. We also gave you a choice, didn't we?"

"Speaking of which, if it weren't for the sake of your Ding family, Ding Si would not be as intact as he is now."

Boss Qiao doesn't take seriously Ding San's hatred.

In his eyes, Ding San is nothing.

He walked to Ding Si, held her chin, and turned to look at Ding Er.

"Tell me what you choose."

"Still, you need my help."

His hand was very strong, and soon a bruise was left on Ding Si's chin. A little harder, and he could crush the bone.

Boss Qiao's threat is serious.

Anger surged in his chest, Ding Er's eyes were red, and he could hear the squeezing sound of his teeth.

He clenched his fists, hatred roaring in his eyes, but he knew that he could not lose his calm.

"go!"

He stood at the front of the team, said something to Ding Wu and others, and then without communicating with anyone, he attacked Boss Qiao.

His idea was simple. Holding off Boss Qiao, the biggest threat, would give the others a chance to leave.

Good idea.

Not to mention that Ding Er is currently injured, even in the whole province, Ding Er is no match for Boss Qiao.

"Oh, beyond your own power!"

Boss Qiao seems to have been prepared for Ding Er's choice.

He turned his backhand into a claw and grabbed Ding Er's throat directly. The claw was as fast as lightning, and Zong Hongfei could only barely catch the opponent's movements.

Boss Qiao's strength is above him.

But Zong Hongfei was not afraid.

After seeing Ding Er's throat almost being crushed by Boss Qiao, he went up with his sword.

"Hey, swordsman?"

Boss Qiao showed a little interest in this stranger.

At the same time, Ding Wu pulled Miao Ruolong and others around and wanted to run away. He could not let down the opportunity his brother had created for them.One pull, another pull!

Without pulling, Miao Ruolong's body seemed to be nailed in place, motionless.

He turned around anxiously and urged in a low voice: "Let's go, I will take you away."

In the midst of all the anxiety, Miao Ruolong's eyes met his calm eyes. It didn't look like he was afraid of Boss Qiao and others.

Ding Wuyi was startled, thinking of something dead, and looked at the others, only to find that the others were focusing on Lu Yun and Meng Lin.

"you……"

He wanted to ask something, but saw Miao Ruolong smiling.

"Don't worry, they are here, don't be afraid, no one can touch you."

These bold words were loud and naturally reached Boss Qiao's ears.

"I can't touch you, haha. Is it just this little sword cultivator?"

Boss Qiao's palm collided with Zong Hongfei's sword. The sound of the collision was not like flesh and blood, but like steel.

Zong Hongfei's eyes were solemn.

His sword moves were still changing, but against Boss Qiao, he always felt that he was easily manipulated by him.

The other party even deliberately played with himself to make him clearly aware of his powerlessness.

"You brat, please practice your sword for a few more years before you go down the mountain, but I don't know if you still have this chance."

Boss Qiao smiled wildly.

He pinched Zong Hongfei's sword with two fingers, trying to crush the sword into pieces.

If the natal sword is broken, it will affect the owner.

Zong Hongfei could feel the pain in his soul. He gritted his teeth and refused to retreat, still wanting to resist.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and just when Zong Hongfei's sword was about to break into pieces, he saw Boss Qiao in front of him as if he had seen something terrible, and suddenly let go of him and quickly retreated.

There was a popping sound in the eardrums, and smoke and dust were everywhere in front of him.

He stood firm, and the blackness receded from his eyes, only to realize that there was a sword in front of him, a long sword as beautiful as white snow.

The faint cold air is more chilling than the desert night.

At the same time, something was wrapped around his waist. When he looked down, he recognized it as Lu Yun's weapon.

A burst of force pulled him back, and someone held his back.

Turning around in shock, what he saw was Lu Yun's calm and calm eyes.

The dark pupils are as clear as glass, and there is no ripple in the ancient well.

"Don't you want to see the swords of the disciples of the Hidden Sword Sect? That's fine."

Lu Yun said something, let go of her hand, and took a step forward.

She raised her right hand, and the sword that forced Boss Qiao to avoid the edge appeared in her hand.

"You are also a swordsman!"

Someone said in unison, it was Zong Hongfei and that boss Qiao.

"Yes, Hidden Sword Sect disciple Lu Yun is here." Lu Yun smiled.

"Meng Lin, a disciple of the Hidden Sword Sect, is here."

Holding Tian Qing in his hand, the two senior brothers and sisters stood side by side, their slender and tall bodies blocking several people behind them.

Although he looks thin, he is so majestic. Just like a wall, just one glance can give people an infinite sense of security.

And all of this was because of the sword intent that began to rise in the two of them.

Calm and reliable, yet sharp-edged, this is Meng Lin.

Cold and sharp, yet ethereal and agile, this is Lu Yun.

The identity of the two sword cultivators does not need to be confirmed.

"Hidden Sword Sect?"

Zong Hongfei muttered in a daze.

The disciple of the Hidden Sword Sect that he most wanted to see was right in front of him.

"They are not only disciples of the Hidden Sword Sect, Ayun is also the No. 1 of the Nine Sects of our generation."

Twins and Yourong Yan.