() "But just in case......"

The master of Feng Xueyi wanted to say something, but the head of the sect no longer had the patience to listen to him continue, waved his hand, and said: "Okay, I have made up my mind, you don't need to say more! During this time, send a little more disciples out to try your best to curb the development of the mad gang and reduce our losses." If you can, you can directly wipe out the Wind Legend Gu, and in this way, the crazy gang is just a rabble!"

Or for the outside world, the growth of the mad gang is very rapid, but in the eyes of the Qiushui faction, it is nothing at all, and it is definitely not the income of the various cities that can stand in the Dragon Domain for so long!

......

Aimlessly shuttling between various towns, Ning Chuan was not discovered by anyone, but secretly met with the brothers of the crazy gang two or three times, provided some advice, and then quietly left.

Walking in the Dragon Domain, swaggering, but no one found his trace, for more than ten days, Ning Chuan seemed to have disappeared, and no one had seen his true face.

Taking advantage of this time, Ning Chuan relaxed, put aside all his grievances and grievances for the time being, and enjoyed the life of ordinary people to the fullest.

In every big war, there is a certain amount of experience that needs to be absorbed, and Ning Chuan stopped to digest these things and strengthen himself step by step. What's more, in the past, he was chased and killed by countless cultivators, and he was physically and mentally exhausted, but now he can rest whenever he wants, isn't it beautiful?

However, during this time, what made him feel a little regretful was the Sanqian mirror, which he took out and studied many times, and found that this mirror was completely a scrap metal in his hand, and it had no effect at all.

The magic weapon needs to be recognized by dripping blood, this method Ning Chuan has naturally tried, but there is no effect at all, the only possibility is that the magic weapon has been dripping blood to recognize the master, unless he has the mark that can erase the inside of the Sanqian Mirror, otherwise, it will not have the slightest effect on him at all.

"Looking for a chance to lose it?"

This thought flashed through Ning Chuan's mind, but he was unwilling to give up a magic weapon so easily.

The magic weapon is more expensive than Yuan Jing I don't know how many times, and he has a feeling that the role of the Three Dry Mirrors is definitely more than that, if this is an offensive magic weapon that can be used by him, then he will make a lot of money.

"Ning Chuan, come out and get killed!"

On this day, Ning Chuan was in a dense forest, a voice interrupted Ning Chuan's reverie, and when he looked up, a familiar and unfamiliar figure, fluttering in white, stood calmly in the air, looking at him coldly.

"Snowsuit!"

Ning Chuan's pupils contracted for a while, this was the person he wanted to see day and night, and now he took the initiative to appear in front of him.

It's just a pity that Feng Xueyi is here to kill him, and before he can do it, Ning Chuan has already felt the killing intent rolling and tumbling on her body.

Such a sweet pair in the past, but now they are about to become enemies, which makes Ning Chuan's mood very complicated. He would rather face the siege of the strong and the pursuit of countless cultivators, but he was not willing to fight with Feng Xueyi.

After calming down a little, Ning Chuan rose into the air, and took out the sword of the wind and snow cloak from the storage ring, and his blood was still on it.

"You're here to get your sword, right?

Without opening his mouth, Ning Chuan also understood that Feng Xueyi had completely forgotten him, so Ning Chuan directly took out her sword.

"I'm here to get the sword, but I'm also here to take your life!"

Feng Xueyi's gaze was still cold, her hand shook, the sword was already in her hand, and the yuan force in her body was also churning at that moment.

I have to say that Li Jiu's vision is very unique, he knows the value of Fengxue clothes, and after cultivating for such a short time, his cultivation has actually caught up with Ning Chuan, and the cultivation on his body makes Ning Chuan feel trembling.

It was not that Ning Chuan, who had not been exposed to the breath of the late stage of the Lingyuan Realm, but at this moment, he had a feeling that the strength of Feng Xueyi was even stronger than the strength of Xiao Li and Gu Tianqing!

"I don't want to do anything with you!"

With a light sigh, Ning Chuan let go of the sharp sword in his hand, and the sharp sword slowly fell from the air, inserted into the ground, and stood alone.

"What? A murderous demon is now pitying, or do you think I'm not worthy of being your opponent at all?"

Feng Xueyi stepped out, pointed his sword at a distance, locked his breath on Ning Chuan's body, and said coldly.

Killing Ning Chuan was ordered by the head of the family, she would not back down, if Ning Chuan did not resist, then she would directly cut off Ning Chuan's neck and end his life.

"Snowcoat ......"

Ning Chuan's movement was interrupted by Feng Xueyi, and he shouted: "Xueyi's name, can you call it directly from the devil?"

"Adversary?"

Ning Chuan's heart twitched, with a wry smile on his face, he was not afraid of what others said about him, but the woman he loved the most was now saying that he was the devil!

If it weren't for the wind and snow clothes, for himself to be strong and able to save the wind and snow clothes, Ning Chuan would not have risked his life again and again. He did all this for the Yiren in front of him, but every word she said was like a knife, straight into Ning Chuan's chest.

"Either come and fight fairly, and be killed by me, or ...... Capture your hands and avoid the pain of your flesh and skin, and be killed by me!"

The figure of the wind and snow clothes flickered a few times, and the shadow fluttered, at this moment, the sword in her hand had already reached Ning Chuan's neck, as long as she moved slightly, Ning Chuan's head would fall to the ground.

She hadn't forgotten what happened a month ago, and she didn't know why her mood fluctuated so violently at that time, but now, Ning Chuan was standing in front of her like a stranger, and there was no way to make her heart ripple again.

"Kill, if you like!"

Leaning forward, the sword slashed across Ning Chuan's skin, and blood dripped on the sword, but Ning Chuan ignored it and said with a firm face.

"Do you think I won't kill you if I don't resist?"

Feng Xueyi scolded angrily, slapped Ning Chuan's face, five red fingerprints appeared on his cheeks, and a trace of blood flowed slightly from the corners of his mouth.

But Ning Chuan was still unmoved, and his heart was like ashes.

The last time he was ready to give up resistance, this time, it was the same feeling.

The Qiushui faction deliberately sent Feng Xueyi out, that is, it was determined that Ning Chuan would not resist, so that Ning Chuan could be killed at the smallest cost.

"Boom!"

Seeing that Ning Chuan didn't react, Feng Xueyi hit Ning Chuan with one knee and flew Ning Chuan out directly, falling into the grass, extremely embarrassed.

The pain in his abdomen, Ning Chuan already felt that it was not important, his efforts were also unimportant, everything seemed to be nothingness at this moment, and now Ning Chuan was bent on death!

Sun Fengpo said that as long as Ning Chuan broke through to the Lingyuan Realm, there were basically no more people who wanted to kill him, but this situation was based on Ning Chuan's sense of survival. If a person wants to die, there is always a way for him.

"Since you are bent on death, I will slowly torture you to see if you are willing to stand up and fight me!"

Killing a person who has no intention of resisting, Feng Xueyi is disdainful in her heart, and Ning Chuan's strength, after seeing it last time, makes her heart flutter, and now she wants to fight Ning Chuan again, so she is naturally unwilling to kill Ning Chuan so easily.

She was confident that even if Ning Chuan resisted with all her might, the final result would be her victory.

"Bang!"

Put away the sword, clenched his pink fist, but his strength was not weak at all, and a punch smashed into Ning Chuan's face, and flew him hundreds of meters away, and the blood was already blooming on his face.

"Kill me...... Snowsuit ...... Kill me!...... I don't have any meaning in this world!"

Ning Chuan muttered to himself, and then received another punch.

"Bang bang bang!"

Again and again, dull sounds came from the dense forest, and the scars on Ning Chuan's body were slowly increasing, his clothes were broken, and his body was blue and purple, with the scars of the past, which was very terrifying.

I don't know if I fought dozens of punches or hundreds of punches, Feng Xueyi was already tired, and Ning Chuan, from this to the end, didn't fight back, and he didn't even bother to move.

"Since you are bent on death, then I will fulfill you!"

There was no way to stimulate Ning Chuan's fighting spirit, in order to complete the task given by the master, Feng Xueyi didn't want to be entangled with Ning Chuan anymore, drew out his sword, and said coldly.

Dressed in a white snow suit, the clothes have been stained with Ning Chuan's blood, and his hands are even more dyed red, such a wind and snow suit is like the girl who was soft-voiced in Liuyun City.

In a daze, Ning Chuan saw the wind and snow clothes in front of him, not the murderous her, but the wind and snow clothes nestled in his chest, and the little bird was clinging to people.

"I have no chance in this life, I must continue to be your man in the next life!"

Above the corner of his eye, a tear slid down with blood, and Ning Chuan, who fell to the ground, had already closed his eyes at this time and began to greet death.

To tell the truth, he didn't think about death, let alone death in the hands of Feng Xueyi, but now that death is just around the corner, he is very calm and has no fluctuations.

The people he loves are all calling him the devil, what is the point of such a life? If Feng Xueyi remembers him, even if it is purgatory, he is willing to break through.

But now, everything doesn't matter!

"Brush!"

A cold light flashed, and Feng Xueyi's sword had already come out of his hand and came towards Ning Chuan's head.

At this time, Feng Xueyi's heart was also calm, he and Ning Chuan were enemies of life and death. Ning Chuan had killed countless sect cultivators, and now he was able to avenge them, Feng Xueyi's heart did not have the slightest burden, but felt that he had done a great good deed.

Her memory has long been swallowed up by the martial arts of the Qiushui School, and now in the heart of Fengxueyi, the sect is the most important!

"Ding!"

Ning Chuan could already feel the sharpness of the sword qi, and at the moment when the sword was about to touch him, a golden light burst out from his body, enveloping him, holy and immaculate......

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