Xian Hui is not afraid at all, she is full of strength, and she feels that she is a strong man, a feminine strong man.

This feeling is so good, she can earn the fairy spirit stone in her body herself, but she will not use it so luxuriously, so she experienced such a refreshing feeling for the first time, and felt that the whole person was about to fly.

There was even an immortal crystal overflowing from her fist, what is this, this is power. And Yan Ruyu's fist was so small that she didn't even have time to cover her spiritual power, so she rashly confronted her, she was really looking for death.

Xian Hui was very proud, the corners of her mouth formed a confident and mocking arc, maybe this punch could not only blast Yan Ruyu's hand into blood foam, maybe the spare strength could also beat her whole person to pieces.

That really suited her wishes, she hoped that Yan Ruyu would die immediately!

Therefore, she really blasted at Yan Ruyu's fist, full of anticipation to see the blood mist burst. It doesn't matter if Yan Ruyu's blood is splashed on her, it will make her more charming.

The fool of the groom once said that she was soaked in blood, and she had a strange beauty. People obviously smile as pure as lilies, and the cruelty of the moment is even more beautiful.

He loved her so much at that time.

Xianhui doesn't love the groom, but is very satisfied with his compliments.

Now, she can become beautiful again, and she must take out a mirror later to see how beautiful she is.

With that in mind, she had summoned a human-tall mirror to one side, waiting to see the most beautiful scene of her bloodshed.

Therefore, she didn't see the meaningful smile on the corner of Yan Ruyu's mouth.

With their fists facing each other, time and space seemed to stand still.

Many famous swords directly above them cracked, and with a crisp sound, they exploded.

Spatial cracks formed around them, like black lightning.

"At this time, I am really strong. "Xianhui is very proud.

She had never been so powerful in her life at this time, and the feeling of being filled with power turned out to be so good, no wonder those people were so stupid and penanced when she kept scheming to improve her status.

Xian Hui felt that in the future, she would have to devote a little effort to cultivation, this feeling was too beautiful, and she used to be a frog at the bottom of the well.

Hehe......

It's just, what about the blood mist that was said to be good?

Why could Yan Ruyu hold up under her punch for so long?

Could it be that because the strength is too strong, the immortal spirit power has already shattered Yan Ruyu's internal power, and then all of them will turn into blood mist at once?

It's dirty!

However, it will stain yourself with more blood, and it will be beautiful!

She leaned slightly sideways and looked at the tall mirror with her peripheral vision.

Her posture is so heroic, her eyebrows are just right, and a faint fairy power emerges from the center of her eyebrows, which makes her look less real, but more like a female god of war.

It turned out that even if there was no blood spilled, I was so beautiful, no wonder the groom was so immersed in his appearance.

At this moment, Xianhui loved herself very much.

She narrowed her eyes slightly in enjoyment.

Click, click......

There was a crisp sound, there was a sound overhead, and there was also a place where the fists collided.

Yan Ruyu's bones actually had such a sound, like a mirror cracking.

Xianhui was a little curious, so she opened her eyes and looked at the place where the fists collided.

It was her hand that cracked, and the fairy crystal on her fist cracked, and the spiritual power floated out of it, blurring her vision.

Because of this, she couldn't see Yan Ruyu's face clearly.

The face that should have been desperate, or turned into a blood mist, why did he look at her so quietly, like looking at a dead person.

"Ahh

It was her own hand that cracked!

She wanted to withdraw her hand and stop fighting Yan Ruyu, but her arm was completely unconscious and couldn't take it back.

Split, split, her arm, little by little, a fierce force spread from the fist of the blow, from her right arm, through the bones of her body, to her left arm.

Bang!

The remaining strength made the mirror crack.

She loves beauty, and she looks in the mirror for a long time every day, and this is the most satisfying mirror that the groom gave her. Not only because the edge of the mirror is carved with seaweed, but also because the material used in this mirror is precious.

But, now it cracked, and from her face in the mirror began to crack, as if her face was cracked.

The mirror shattered into many pieces, and one of them flew over her face, and the blood spilled out, and she could see clearly from the small floating mirror that there was a flaw on her own face.

Time and space have finally slowed down, in fact, the fist fight is only a few breaths, but it seems like a lifetime has passed.

It's a dream before the bombardment, and a nightmare after the bombardment.

The pain spread all over Xianhui's limbs.

She rarely fights with people, she has a smart head, and naturally someone will do it for her, so she is rarely injured, she has never been so seriously injured, and naturally she has never been so painful.

She is a little princess who is afraid of pain, and when she was walking, she fell and wiped her knees, and she cried to Yan Ruyu at that time.

Then, the pain passed through her heart, and she pumped hard, and then, all the pain was pumped out at once, and there was no more pain, naturally, and there was no rest of the feeling.

Her body was weightless, like a fluttering seaweed, falling from the sky into the sea.

The mirrors above her head flew down from the air, some of them piercing her, but she didn't feel the pain, and some of them were piercing the ground next to her, and she could see herself from inside.

The blood mist on her face is her own, not Yan Ruyu's, and her hair sticks to the blood on her face, making her look extremely ugly and completely unbeautiful. She has never been so ugly in her life, even when she was transformed.

That fool made up a big lie about her!

Yan Ruyu flew down slowly from the air, she was spotless, even her fists were not bruised, and she was so clean that she never looked like a fight.

Xianhui coughed up blood again.

Her breasts rose and fell, and she took in less air and exhaled more.

"Who are you?" Xian Hui looked at her with a dull gaze, and her anger was like a silk.

Seeing her miserable situation, Yan Ruyu did not have the slightest mercy, if there was mercy, she would not have killed her.

"Do you regret it, after killing so many people, you still didn't keep your secret, and in the end you ended up so miserable. She looked at Xianhui and asked, her tone as if it had been passed down from many years ago.

"You'll regret it!"

"You'll regret it!"

……

Xian Hui seemed to think of countless such voices in her ears, and every time she tried to kill someone who knew her secret, she would witness it at the end of their lives, so she heard a lot of curses.

Almost everyone said that she would regret it, that she would have retribution.

The last person she forced to die was the one who witnessed her incarnation, and she watched as the man was dismembered and eaten by wild dogs.

There's a strange beauty to it.

You're going to regret it, you're going to regret it......

Countless images slipped through her eyes, and finally stopped when she transformed, holding her dazed and panicked from the window, and carefully placing it on the big palace maid in the basin.

She actually felt that she coincided with the woman in front of her, although the two looked completely different.

"I see, you're ......"

You are Sister Yunluo.