"Hmph, you know each other, and you haven't thought that anyone would come to die for many years. The Hundred Flowers Messenger turned around leisurely, and a pair of silver pupils were as sharp as ice, staring at the fat man kneeling on the ground.

The breeze blew through the ends of his hair, and his quiet and light steps walked towards the fat man at this time, and the breath emanating from his body unconsciously seemed to be an invisible power, shocking the Quartet.

Such an extraordinary opportunity was not only the fat man frightened, but Yun Yao, who was standing on the side, was even more surprised and shocked and gasped a few times.

The fat man who knelt on the ground with his legs trembling, beads of sweat on his forehead fell down his cheeks, and he felt that the messenger of the hundred flowers seemed to be getting closer and closer to him.

"Hundred Flowers Messenger, please have a large number of adults, the small ones will never appear here again, spare your life. He bowed his head and knelt on the ground, only to see a cold figure in front of him, trembling with fright.

"Hmph, you're not qualified to negotiate terms with me. His tone was cold and ruthless, and he wouldn't change the rules because of anyone, and the only way to step into this spiritual vein was a dead end.

Although he had never seen this legendary Hundred Flowers Messenger before, he knew that there was such a person, and he never thought that he would just try his luck, but he unexpectedly met him.

It's okay now, it's over.

I can't help but feel annoyed, I have nothing to do to send him to death, and there is no one left.

It is said that this Hundred Flowers Messenger is to protect this mountain range, and no one knows his true strength if he lives here for a long time.

That's not the point, the point is that his ghostly and fast long sword like a snake and scorpion is extremely powerful, and it is not something that ordinary people can withstand.

Thinking of this, the fat man was even more frightened, and the "squeak" slowly sounded from his ears as the sword came out of the sheath, and with the light footsteps slowly approaching the fat man, he trembled and mustered up the courage to raise his head and said, "Big adult, small one is really not the same..."

It was rare that he finally mustered up the courage to raise his head, but what he saw in the next second was not the pair of evil silver eyes, but the long snake and scorpion-like sword that pierced the fat man's throat, and he didn't dare to move easily.

"Hahahaha, I can't help myself. Suddenly, he laughed out loud with his sword in hand.

As the laughter rang out, it seemed that all the creatures in the forest, the wind was still in the laughter at this moment.

This feeling made the fat man and Yun Yao present suddenly feel a chill down their backs, their eardrums tingling, and their entire consciousness fell into an emptiness, thinking hideously, but they couldn't wake up....

What a powerful divine sense, such a powerful strength.

I don't know how long it took, the laughter gradually disappeared in her ears, and her consciousness slowly recovered, and when she opened her eyes, the next second made her panic.

What made Yun Yao panic was that at this time, the Hundred Flowers Envoy suddenly took two steps back, put away the long sword, and condensed the internal force in the sword, "Hmph." With a clear drink, the ghostly snake and scorpion-like sword was slashing towards the fat man.

Although his figure was steady and steady, it seemed that there was no difference between the sword, but if he looked closely, at the moment when the sword was about to cut out, a flash of white light flashed and condensed into a sword power.

The fat man came back to his senses and realized that the power of the sword was extraordinary, and he kept retreating, but it was too late anyway.

Even if it was too late, there was still a glimmer of life, and in the face of the irresistible sword, the fat man quickly got up and ran back.

But the sword was still fast, and seeing that the sword was about to fall on the fat man, Yun Yao made a move.

"Stop. Yun Yao shouted angrily, quickly drew out the divine sword and flew up in the direction of the fat man.

At this time, the fat man looked back, his legs were weak and both fell to the ground, he thought that he was going to die under the sword, but Yun Yao arrived in time to block the fat man. Unleashed the strongest and most powerful sword, "Choke." The divine sword and the serpent and scorpion-like sword collided heavily, and the golden light and the white light radiated a burst of powerful power like lightning. Suddenly, Yun Yao and the Hundred Flowers Envoy were shocked back to the tree by those two forces, and fell to the ground fiercely.

"Puff puff. In the distance, Yun Yao slowly got up and stood firm, raised her hand to wipe away the residual blood at the corner of her mouth, but in her heart it was the white light of the other party that felt palpitations.

What a strong sword, such a strong internal force, even a sword that is difficult for himself to take, not to mention the strength of the fat man, it is estimated that he doesn't even want a small life.

Then he turned his head to look at the fat man, who was trembling with fright and did not dare to open his eyes.

Suddenly, hey, am I dead?

"You're not dead yet, if you don't want to die, get over here. The fat man's voice was a little quiet, but it entered Yun Yao's ears, although the surface was a little stern, but looking at the fat man holding up a circle, he felt a little cute.

After listening to Yun Yao's words, he really rolled in front of her when he came back to his senses. (Note that it's not walking, it's rolling like a ball.) ）

While she was talking to the fat man, the Hundred Flowers Messenger also slowly stood up to stabilize his body, gently wiping away the recent drop of blood. The sword in his right hand did not even have the slightest upper hand, but that frightening aura still existed, and it was elegant.

The Hundred Flowers Envoy rolled his sleeves, and those silver eyes stared deeply at Yun Yao.

There is suspense in my heart, but my strength is not bad, and I am indeed qualified to fight with me.

Facing that sword, if it weren't for the fact that she happened to quickly master Yun Yao's mysterious swordsmanship, as well as the power of the divine servant, even Yun Yao herself would not have the confidence not to be injured.

You can see how strong the so-called Hundred Flowers Messenger is in front of you.

"Who are you? The Hundred Flowers Envoy stared at Shang Yun Yao's eyes with a demonic smile.

"The messenger has been raised, little girl Yunyao!" Although he was a little afraid of the other party's strength, he was not timid because of this, and took two steps forward when he spoke.

It wasn't until she took two steps forward that the Hundred Flowers Envoy saw her face clearly, it could be described as the color of a captivating city, which was very different from those women who usually cultivated.

Looking up and down at such a delicate and weak woman in front of him, there were some waves in his heart.

"Heh, Yun Yao. He put away his expression and snorted coldly, and then said, "Do you dare to take my sword again?"

Yun Yao was shocked when he heard this, what, he still fights, and it seems that he is still declaring war?

Wouldn't it be too boring to just fight alone like this, or not....

Yun Yao didn't respond quickly, but crossed her waist with one hand and stroked her chin with the other, looking at the spiritual vein, thinking about something, and at the same time a little hesitant.

"What, if you don't dare to agree, is it because you're afraid?" Seeing Yun Yao's hesitant expression, could the Hundred Flowers Envoy be really afraid? If so, she was a little disappointed.

He quickly showed a look of disappointment, and shook his head secretly with a hint of contempt.

Just as he thought, her confident and bright voice rang out.

"Okay, why don't you dare, isn't it just a sword. The tone is full of confidence and heartiness, which is not inferior to the heroic posture of a man.