The Purple Shadow Xuanjian Xuanguang burst out, piercing the sky, pouring into the river like snow, and slashing towards Sansang. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A ring and a sword collided in one place, making an earth-shattering sound, Sansang's delicate body shook, spit out a mouthful of black blood in his mouth, and scolded: "You...... You stinky man, you don't have any pity at all, you're too ruthless!"

After finishing speaking, Sansang's whole body meridians were broken, and he had become a vegetative person. The blood vine smelled the blood qi and quickly grew on Sansang's body, and in the screams, Sansang turned into a pair of dry bones. She never thought she would end up like this.

Seeing her companion die so miserably, Xue Jing was a little afraid, but she thought more about avenging Sansang.

With the movement of his hands, the snowflakes conjured out of the forest, enveloping everyone in it, a foot away, unable to see. Chen Wenjia changed from offense to defense, and was aware of the movements around him. In an instant, countless ice arrows flew towards him, Chen Wenjia turned his true qi to protect his body, and the Purple Immortal Xuan Sword swirled left and right, although he couldn't hit the snow spirit, but the snow spirit couldn't get close to him.

In the snowflake forest, the snow spirit can still see directly without hindrance, which is her strength.

"Melt it with a sincere and warm heart!" Yuhua Zhenren said in a secret voice!

Chen Wenjia urged his own strength, now is the time to be angry, the power of the sunshine of the heart broke out of the body, the snowflake maze suddenly turned into water droplets, and fell to the ground like rain, and the snow spirit was also seriously injured and was carried away by the two brothers.

"I warned you, if you are obsessed with it again, there is only one way to die, let your heads and blood go to mourn my dead brothers!" Chen Wenjia said, and there was a cold and frozen power in his voice.

Everyone's hearts palpitated, although they did not retreat, but they did not dare to move forward, as if they had arrived at the edge of the thunder pool, as if they were on the edge of the abyss, like walking on thin ice!

"Don't leave yet, right? Okay, let force solve everything!" Chen Wenjia shouted loudly, now that he can't care about so much, what he wants is to clean up these demon clans, so that Taihua Mountain can have a peaceful life.

With a sword light, several of the people of the demon clan died, and Master Xuanlang and Haobi glared at him angrily, this person is inevitably too rampant, it seems that if he doesn't teach him a lesson, he really doesn't know how many catties and taels he has.

"Vine~~Flower~~Fall!" The three words exited, and countless flying knives struck Chen Wenjia like the wind blowing flowers and falling.

Chen Wenjia's eyes opened suddenly, and a bright light turned out, colliding with the oncoming flying knives, holding each other in the air, the Purple Immortal Xuan Sword turned up, and turned into ten thousand sword lights to counterattack, dissolving the vine flowers one after another.

Seeing the master's flying knife falling, Xuan Lang hurriedly raised the fire spirit sword, and the fire swords reflected the Haoqing Palace, and rushed towards Chen Wenjia, although the shape is different, but it is also a move of vine blossom falling.

Chen Wenjia was not to be outdone, and once again turned into a sword light, and the two forces intersected in the air, both trying to break through each other.

Chen Wenjia and Xuanlang kept pouring their strength into the sword formation, until later, the people of Taihua Mountain also kept instilling their own strength into Chen Wenjia, and conveyed it to the Ziwei Sword Formation through him, while the demons worked together to help Xuanlang.

The strength of both factions was poured into the two of them, and now the victory or defeat was only in this battle.

The Fire Spirit Sword Formation advanced a little, but it was pressed back by the Ziwei Sword Formation later, and seeing that the Ziwei Sword Formation was about to kill, the people of the Demon Clan pushed it over again. In this way, you come and go, the two sides are deadlocked for several hours, and finally the two sword formations collide with each other, and the result is that both sides lose and lose, and neither side takes advantage!

Chen Wenjia and Xuanlang were shocked and fell to the ground, and they no longer had the strength to fight anymore, and the rest of the two factions were no better.

They watched as the blood vine spread towards this side, and now there were no injuries on any body, and there was no power to fight back at all, if the blood vine grew over, everyone would have to die!

Everyone wanted to urge the fire technique, but how could there be that strength, and in the face of death, everyone panicked.

The Emei Golden Dome is about to become an empty city! What was once a quiet place is now stained with blood, and it is unbearable to see.

The blood vine spread rapidly, and Chen Wenjia even subconsciously closed his eyes.

In this way, it is over, and you can go to Huangquan Road and say sorry to the little junior brother!

For death, Chen Wenjia's heart is more peaceful than fearful.

But then nothing happened, the blood vine seemed to pause, Chen Wenjia slowly opened his eyes, only to see a dazzling fire, a line of fire blocking the way of the blood vine.

The incense breeze blew, and in mid-air, one green and one plain, two beautiful women fell. They healed the disciples of Taihua Mountain and fed medicine, but this injury was not so easy to heal.

Qiu Yue gently walked to Chen Wenjia's side and let him sit against the wall, her face was full of smiles, so beautiful.

Some people say that love starts with playing hooligan, maybe he really has to play hooligan to him, so that he can understand his heart.

The skirt of the fairy is inspired by the wind, like a flying snowflake, light, pure and flawless......

Her face gradually moved closer to herself, close enough to feel her breathing and heartbeat.

"You...... What do you want to do?" asked Chen Wenjiase, who shrank back and looked at her innocently.

"I'll save you!" Qiu Yue said with a smile, and the words fell, and her red lips came over, cold and soft......

For a moment, the sky was dark, and only a trace of poetic tenderness remained, wandering freely between the lips.

Is it the freshness of the sky after the rain, or is life as beautiful as it first sees? Is it a faint melancholy, or is it a wordless ecstasy?

Falling in infinite beauty, so, drunk, forgetful, fluttering, the whole world does not exist......

Her enthusiasm also infected herself, why, at this moment, she would like time to freeze and freeze!

A rhythmic wheezing sound ripples through the air. The disciples of Taihua Mountain looked at the two of them there in a daze, was that really the junior brother Chen Wenjia he knew? Wasn't he always unconcerned about the trivial matters of Hongchen, but what was he doing now?

"Wenjia, you have disappointed Senior Brother Wei too much!" Zhang Zhangshi shouted loudly, looking dissatisfied with Chen Wenjia. I really didn't expect that Taihua Mountain was so disciplined, he still broke the precepts, he really shouldn't have wasted his hard work on cultivating him. Now that Zi'an is no longer the two most outstanding disciples, and even Chen Wenjia has become like this, what hope does Taihua Mountain have at all?

Senior brother's words pulled Chen Wenjia back to reality from the dream, and when he found out that he and Qiu Yue were kissing passionately in front of many fellow disciples, his face turned red. If there was a crack in the ground, he wished he could get into it right away and never see anyone again.