"You!"

Du Ruo saw that Qianhan was about to leave without saying a word, but he no longer let her leave as before. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This time she was fully prepared, and when she saw that Qian Han wanted to leave, she immediately shouted in her mouth, "Thousand Kills Encircled Demon Array!" The voice fell, and the sound of a sharp sword coming out of the sheath sounded, and behind her, a dense array of sharp swords flew to Qian Han to besiege her, and each sword was staggered, forming a sword array with great lethality.

This Thousand Kills Demon Formation really made Qian Han stop, but there was no panic in her eyes, it seemed that it would always be as plain as water.

Bai Xue stood on the other side and looked at all this in the form of an outsider, the look in his eyes was very similar to that of Qian Han, except that Qian Han was plain, and Bai Xue was as cold as ice, but, it was undeniable that in the depths of his eyes, they were all the same indifference.

"It's very similar, isn't it?" Du Ruo's senior voice sounded in Bai Xue's ears.

Bai Xue knew that when Du Ruo was telling and showing her all these memories, she was also watching this scene of memories.

"The disciples of your Holy Sound Palace are all the same, they see the prosperity of the world, but they are independent of the red dust, and they are the same indifference, like a person without feelings. Or is it just that you are as similar as Qianhan?"

Du Ruo's senior voice continued to sound in Bai Xue's ears, but Bai Xue did not respond. This senior is tempting, saying that it is a temptation, and it is better to let Bai Xue admit it himself, or to determine the relationship between Bai Xue and Qianhan.

But no matter what the relationship between Qian Han and this Du Ruo's predecessor was, Bai Xue didn't reply immediately.

She looked at the other side, looking at the master at this time, the master at this time was very different from the one she had seen when she was a child, it could be said that she was more indifferent and detached and ruthless, this ruthlessness was a kind of ruthlessness that no one could enter her eyes. Anything seemed the same to her.

Qian Han looked at the majestic swords around him, felt the fierceness of the sword array, turned to face Du Ruo, and his tone was still faint: "The cultivation talent in the way of the sword is so unique, but it is a pity that he did not join a sect that respects the sword, the Zhenggang Sect? You, the so-called genius of the Zhenggang Sect, are a pity that you have wasted your talent in vain. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about, demon cultivator! Zhenggang Sect is kind to me, how can you, the evil demon, understand? Besides, even if I don't join the Sword Sect, I can still rely on my own strength to surpass everyone!"

Qian Han looked at Du Ruo's angry appearance, her eyes were a little cold, her eyes flashed with sarcasm, and she said softly: "Really?"

As soon as the words fell, I saw that her whole body was full of light, her eyes turned into red pupils, and she was dressed in red without wind, and the light turned into countless ribbons, and under the chaos, it was messy and sharp to destroy the sword array around her.

Du Ruo's eyes pierced by the strange red light couldn't help but close, and then his face changed, and he secretly said badly, increasing the expenditure of spiritual energy, trying to maintain that sword formation, but it was useless.

The sword array was quickly defeated, and under Qian Han's attack, this invincible sword array could not last even a few breaths.

The heart is connected to the sword, and at the moment when the sword array is broken, Du Ruo's face turned pale, and she retreated quickly, but no matter how fast she is, she can't beat Qian Han.

A hand grabbed Du Ruo's neck from the breach in the sword array, and the nails in his hand dug into his neck, and traces of blood flowed down his neck.

This demon cultivator, who was called a wreck by Du Ruo and was sarcastically ridiculed by her to run away as long as she saw her, easily held her life at this time, as long as she used a little force, she would die here.

Qian Han held her slender neck and looked at Du Ruo's eyes like a dead thing.

Then, Du Ruo heard her gentle but cold voice and said: "I have a strong strength but can't use it, I have a good talent but waste it, the so-called Dazong is to raise you so naïve and weak, if that's the case, should I be disappointed or happy?"

Although Du Ruo was caught by Qianhan, her eyes were fearless, although she was hit hard, she was also resolute, at this time, she heard Qianhan's words, and squeezed out a few words from Qianhan's hands with difficulty: "What does that have to do with you, if you want to kill, you have to scrape at will." I am useless when I fall into the hands of you, a demon cultivator, and I have nothing to say. ”

Qian Han chuckled when he heard this: "Heh, it's also hard." Then he threw Du Ruo off the ground, looked at her condescendingly, and said, "The sword cultivation I have seen is not as weak as you, and the sword cultivation relies on the only sword in his hand, not such a mixed and useless spirit sword." No matter how many formations there are, no matter how strong the spells are, they are no match for the natal sword in your hand. ”

Du Ruo gritted his teeth and didn't speak, but he tightened the natal spirit sword in his hand.

Qian Han didn't want to say anything more, turned around and was about to leave.

Du Ruo stood up, "Why don't you kill me?"

Qian Han didn't turn around, but there was a sneer from the departing figure, "If I kill you, your sect elder will kill me, you are a genius who is protected by them, I am different from you..."

The voice was far away, and soon after, Qianhan's ethereal singing voice came from far and near:

Laughing at the world, who is evil and who is good, what does it matter if it is evil, what does it matter if it is immortal, it is just a game in the world.

Not a demon or a fairy, only my demon is at ease,

Notoriety, mourning, wind and I are frivolous...

Du Ruo stood in the woods, listening to the distant singing, for a long time. Then with a wave of his hand, the flying swords that had formed before turned into scrap metal in an instant.

[PS: Resume the update.] Thank you for the ticket~】