"This kid may really be shattered and his soul is scattered. Hey, it's a pity......"

Elder Mo Fan's eyes showed a look of regret, because in his Yuan Soul Induction, there was no information about the fluctuation of the Yuan Soul of Immortality.

Xue Qianjing, who fell on the square, pointed her fingers sharply, closed the key points of her body, and then, sat down cross-legged, and began to heal, her eyes were cast into the void of thunder and lightning rolling, "He ...... Has it really fallen......"

In this battle, Xue Qianjing felt that she had lost her body and mind, and she didn't know whether what she did was right or wrong, and now, Xiaoyao Changsheng had fallen, and she still owed him a life, and it was time to pay it back.

Time passes minute by minute.

In the entire square, no one made a sound, and everyone was so shocked by the scene in front of them that they could no longer speak, and a nobody made such a big move.

"Haha, this kid who doesn't know the height of the sky is thick, not only lost, but also lost his life, this is his fate!" After a long time, on the presiding stage, the laughter of Elder Xue floated across the entire square.

Elder Xue's laughter finally pulled everyone back to reality, and his eyes were retracted from the void and projected onto the woman in white sitting cross-legged on the ground.

In this battle, although Xue Qianjing won, but the price it paid, how heavy it was, a true disciple of a big sect, lost an arm to defeat a nobody from the small royal family, such a victory, even if it is spread, it will not be applauded by others.

"Hahaha......"

On the elder seat, the laughter of dozens of elders gradually sounded, although these laughter was slightly embarrassing, but at this time, only laughter could hide the shame in their hearts.

Elder Xue stood up and smiled at all the people watching the battle: "You have already witnessed that in today's battle, the Xue Qianjing of Qingtianmen won, that kid said at the beginning, if he loses, he will send the head to the head, and now, the kid with no bones left, it should be regarded as fulfilling his promise." ”

"Hey, this little guy is still on a path of no return, what about his master? Why didn't he come to his rescue? Could it be that his master has already ...... It's just a pity that these questions can no longer be answered. Some Gu Ling Masters couldn't come back to their senses, and a series of questions came to his heart.

"Elder Xue, the kid who didn't die, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you!" a voice came from the flame-rolling void.

Yes!

This cry came from everyone in the square.

With this voice, it shows that Xiaoyao Changsheng is not dead, and everyone's eyes are looking at the void location where the voice came out like a goose.

Sou!

A black shadow gradually magnified, and finally, it turned into the appearance of a carefree immortal, stepping out of the ocean of energy!

In fact, at the moment of the energy explosion, the body of the free immortal had turned into a streamer and burrowed into the colorful disc, and with the help of the protection of the colorful disc, he finally escaped the fatal blow of Xue Qianjing.

"You...... Still alive......" Looking at the carefree immortal who came by stepping on the waves, Xueqianxing's heart gave birth to an indescribable feeling, watching Xiaoyao live and hoping that he was alive, watching Xiaoyao live for a long time and wishing he died, such a feeling was like ice and fire tormenting Xueqian's soul.

"Boy...... You ......" The Great Elder Xue who presided over the stage, saw the Void Walking, the whole body, sat in the chair, as long as the Immortal Freedom did not die, everything would not be under his control.

"This kid, isn't he dead?" Among all the people, the most shocked was the Mofan Patriarch, this young man who made him unable to feel the fluctuations of the Yuan Soul, it seemed that he had the secret technique of shielding the Yuan Soul.

"Damn, this kid is too wicked, isn't he?"

"What kind of heavenly treasures has this kid from Zhulu City eaten, since he can reach this realm?"

"Is there any mistake, this little guy is so terrifying, in a few years, won't he turn the sky upside down?"

......

Some people's discussions were even a little angry, because the battle between Xiaoyao Changsheng and Xue Qianjing almost affected the pond fish.

"Lei Zhan, I'm sorry, I haven't lost yet, and you haven't won yet, let's fight again. Biting her bloodless lips, Xue Qianjing's pupils shrank suddenly, and without waiting for the figure of Xiaoyao Changsheng to land, her palm slapped fiercely on the ground, and in front of the white figure, a crimson Yuan Qi Wind Blade swept away towards Xiaoyao Changsheng.

In Xue Qianxing's eyes, Xiaoyao Changsheng's slightly pale face vaguely let Xue Qianjing see the feeling of the Kunlun Mountains at the beginning, and this feeling made a shallow smile appear at the corner of Xue Qianxing's mouth.

The free immortal in the void, seeing that delicate and miserable face, suddenly felt some pain in his heart, his penance this year, tried his best to be lonely, and tasted pain, what he did was to one day get back his own dignity from Qingtianmen, and now, for this so-called dignity, must I exchange the dignity of Xueqianxi?

"Lei Zhan, if time can come back, I hope I haven't met you!" As Xue Qianjing's phoenix-like voice sounded, Xue Qianjing's figure slowly entered the attack range of the Immortal Being.

Xue Qianjing's voice made the soul of Xiaoyao Immortal seem to have been stabbed, and the severe pain made Xiaoyao Changsheng unable to make a sound.

"Boy, stop it, you win!" A vague spiritual voice passed into the heart of the free immortal.

As the Great Elder of Xueyin Villa, he knew that Xue Qianjing would never have the power to return to heaven, so he could only hope that Xiaoyao Immortal could spare Xue Qianjing a way out.

With so many people watching the battle, no one could hide the fact that the Snow King's Mansion had lost, so at this last moment, Elder Xue could only plead for Xue Qianjing with a shy face.

Originally, the Snow King's Mansion invited these strong people just to give the Snow King's Mansion a long face, but who knew that in the end, it backfired, witnessing the failure of the Snow King's Mansion, which the Snow King's Mansion never dreamed of.

"It's all over here!" In the void, on his cheeks, two lines of clear tears slowly slipped down, and Xue Qianjing's fingers, before reaching the throat of the free immortal, suddenly turned and poked hard at his own lifeline!

Above Xue Qianjing's heart, a blood arrow shot out, and then turned into a remnant of flowers in the sky, flying with the wind, clusters of bright red, sad and demonic.

"Don't ......" The Snow King in the shadows roared, flew out of the stealth, and pounced on the snow dragon.

"You ......" Xue Qianxing's actions made Xiaoyao Changsheng cry out in pain, and immediately, the figure swept away, stretched out his arm, and stopped Xue Qianxing's somewhat cold body in the crook of his arm.

"How can this be ......"

The sudden drastic change made everyone never imagine that this true disciple of Qingtianmen would choose to commit suicide at the last moment.

"Thunder Warfare...... Can't be born for you...... I wish I died for you...... Right now...... You don't hate me......"

There was a painful snort in his throat, and then a mouthful of blood slid down the corner of his mouth, and Xue Qianqi showed a last smile towards Xiaoyao Changsheng, and then the smile froze, his head tilted, the vitality in his eyes slowly disappeared, and a wisp of incense soul drifted away with the wind.

Xiaoyao Changsheng, who fell to the ground, looked at the woman who had no soul fluctuations in the crook of his arm, at this moment, Xiaoyao Changsheng's heart began to drip blood, and the woman who was saved by him finally died in his hands.

Xiaoyao Changsheng knows that this is the desperate Xue Qianjing, who is paying for his life!

Gently closed Xue Qianjing's pupils, and sat on the ground with a leisurely and immortal body, his arms hanging down, and there was no trace of fighting spirit.

"Boy...... You get out of the way for me......" snatched Xue Qianjing from the arms of the free immortal, the Snow King showed a crazy look in his eyes, stomped his feet fiercely, swept his body, and disappeared.

Looking at the figure of the Snow King leaving like crazy, the heart of the free immortal has nothing to send, the soul has nowhere to rely on, the whole person seems to have become a living dead, and his soul seems to have been taken away by Xue Qianjing.

All the people looked at the woman in white who was taken away by the Snow King, and sighed all over their faces.

The true disciple of Qingtianmen, the proud daughter of heaven who made many people look up, actually committed suicide in the hands of Xiaoyao Changsheng, which made the entire Tianzhizi of Qingtianmen eager to tear Xiaoyao Changsheng, because Xiaoyao Changsheng took away the goddess in their minds.

Xue Qianjing, who entered Qingtianmen at the age of eleven, was successfully promoted to a warrior at the age of thirteen, and was successfully promoted to a great martial artist at the age of seventeen, although this kind of cultivation talent is not the most outstanding in Qingtianmen, but it is also a dazzling star rising in Qingtianmen.

At the age of seventeen, many cultivators are still in the realm of martial arts strength, but this Xue Qianqian has already entered the Qingtianmen Great Martial Master Palace.

Now, this great martial artist actually died in the hands of Xiaoyao Changsheng, which made many people break their heads and couldn't figure out how this Xiaoyao Changsheng could have such a terrifying strength realm.

A year ago, even if the Joyful Immortal was not a waste, it was impossible to reach this state with personal efforts in such a short period of time, and now, the only thing they could conclude was that this Joyful Immortal was by no means the original Joyful Immortal, that Joyful Immortal should have died, and that Joyful Immortal was a reborn evil spirit.

"If this kid doesn't die, he will become a great weapon in the future!" On the periphery of the square, the somewhat rickety body of the Mo Fan patriarch began to straighten, and he pointed to the back of the person sitting on the ground on the square.

"It's not a simple boy!"

As the iron master of Qingtianmen Tongyuan, he also felt a little dumbfounded by Xiaoyao Changsheng's performance, Xue Qianxing's death made him hate this young man from the small royal family, because Xiaoyao Changsheng defeated the pride of the sky of Qingtianmen with his own strength, and he only had deep regrets, regrets that Lei Wangfu made this stupid act of repentance, and regretted Qingtianmen's self-righteous handwriting.