The wooden sword was cold, the spiritual power was entangled, and the forgetful sword intent rushed straight to the white rabbit. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Come out!"

The cold female voice sounded, Ji Qing's back was straight, her pale lips were slightly pursed, and the black ribbon looked a little thin in this quiet and cold night.

The white-haired and red-eyed rabbit stretched out its paws and scratched its ears, it looked at Ji Qing, the ruby-like beast pupils were frightened, and the supple white hair was also slightly erected, no different from ordinary white rabbits.

However, Ji Qing's divine sense has always locked on the white rabbit, and whenever there is a change, he will add his swords to each other. If it weren't for the fact that her divine sense had reached the late stage of Jindan's cultivation, she wouldn't have been able to find this white rabbit with no abnormality. Divine consciousness can see through the mysteries of the eyes, as long as the divine consciousness is high enough, there is nothing in this world that can confuse your mind.

The sharp sword intent never stopped, the white-haired and red-eyed rabbit raised its head, and as soon as its body moved, the sword intent moved with it.

After a while, the three-petal mouth showed a smile, the black ** force covered the whole body, the spell shattered, and in a blink of an eye, she became a woman.

"The sword cultivation of the Sword Sect is really powerful."

The woman's voice is explicit and charming, and her clothes are not revealing, but they can always make people see flattery. The figure is exquisite, which Ji Qing can't compare.

She looked at Ji Qing, her purple eyes were full of doubts and defense, her illusion was that even the palace master was admired, she didn't want to be recognized by a sword cultivator, or a blind female sword cultivator.

This is a strange thing, isn't there any secret to this female sword cultivator?

Ji Qing didn't know what the woman was thinking, and when she heard this voice, she frowned, her face was a little strange, the wooden sword in her hand was across her chest, and her voice was patient and cold.

She said: "The devil is here, what are you doing. ”

This woman's demonic energy was revealed in the later stage of Jindan's divine consciousness, but it was very good to deceive the bitter monks in the middle of the Buddha's heart, if this woman or the devil has no bad intentions, she Ji Qing is the first to disbelieve.

Ji Qing held the sword in his right hand, and held the transmission note tightly in his left hand, if she couldn't fight the woman in front of her, she would immediately instill spiritual power into the transmission note, and the cultivation of the Yuan Yu Foundation Building Period was only ten breaths. She stared at the beautifully looking woman, and there was a chill on her face to the bone.

The woman in her consciousness moved, and she stretched out her hand and offered a long purple whip that matched her purple eyes. The jade-like and bewitching appearance seems to have been favored by the Heavenly Dao. Her beauty is a lotus, a lotus that is clear and rippling but not demonic. However, on closer inspection, the beautiful lotus has a bewitching and weird purple color.

She smiled, and Yinling's laughter brought Ji Qing a moment of trance. As soon as he breathed back to his senses, the purple whip was already in front of him.

The long whip was soft and fierce, Ji Qing did not panic, and swept away with his sword. The forgetful sword intent was added, and the two made a small collision sound, and the woman's figure turned and a whip attacked.

Ji Qing was not as nervous as she was at the beginning, with one move, she already knew that the gap between the two cultivators was not big, she had the strength to fight, she put away the transmission note, and said while fighting: "The girl is following all the way, but what is the purpose?" ”

The bewitching woman let out a sneer: "Girl? You all call me a witch in the right way, how did you become a girl, it's not that the female sword cultivator is shy. ”

Her voice was full of teasing, looking at the female sword cultivator's slightly red cheeks, her bewitching face showed an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

She continued: "If you die at my hands today, a Nanmu coffin will be indispensable for you. ”

Ji Qing also smiled, the slight flush on his cheeks disappeared, and the corners of his mouth were a little cold. Her sword moves were faster, and she went straight for the bewitching woman. She didn't want this coffin at all, but there was no fire in her heart, and the woman in front of her was aroused a little war.

She wanted to see what tricks this demon cultivator had.

A move broke through the wind and came out at will, meeting the woman's weird long whip.

The blue sword intent is ruthless, and the purple whip shadow is ghostly.

The two intersected, and the movement was very great, but the two were extremely tacit and did not make much noise. They are all proud people, and they all want to see who is strong and who is weak.

As a result of one move, the female sword cultivator and the demon path witch looked at each other coldly on the shore. One is cold and one is charming, one is righteous and one is evil.

Ji Qing held the sword, his face was calm, and his voice was crisp with battle intent: "Sword Sect forgets the love of Feng Yuanqing." ”

The bewitching woman smiled, she played with a wisp of green silk on her chest, the brilliance in her purple bewitching eyes flowed, the purple light veil fluttered hazy, and she spoke, in a charming voice: "You want to make my name like this?" I don't eat your way. ”

Seeing Ji Qing frowning, the woman smiled even more happily, her eyes suddenly became fierce, she liked a female cultivator like Ji Qing more than other righteous monks, Ji Qing was much more interesting than the group of women in the Demon Realm. It's a pity that Ji Qing met her, but it's a pity that Ji Qing is a righteous monk.

"I'm interested in it."

After speaking, without waiting for Ji Qing to react, the woman herself was stunned. For last Ji Qingyin's mouth that opened in surprise, his face was even more dull, and he directly surged with killing intent.

Such a female sword cultivator should die!

The bewitching woman gritted her teeth and whipped up in anger.

No longer concealed, no longer tempted, the whip body with a strong demonic aura, the bitter monk in the distance stood in surprise.

Ji Qing had been on guard as early as the woman had a killing intent, but he was surprised by the sudden attack of the bewitching woman in his heart, and his hands moved extremely fast, almost subconsciously using the slashing emotion.

Falling flowers cut love, no sorrow and no joy, hidden in the sword, forget the love in the world.

The sword intent of forgetting love is small, and the meaning of shaking the sky is beginning to appear. However, the bewitching woman hooked her lips and smiled.

She swung the whip, and the purple long whip flexibly spun out a few times, the black ** qi was overflowing, treacherous and difficult to distinguish, and she used the most ruthless move.

The spiritual power and demonic qi rushed together, and the momentum was huge.

Ji Qing pursed his lips, his right hand clenched the wooden sword, and a few drops of sweat oozed from his forehead. The bewitching woman on the other side was not very comfortable, and the tiger's mouth was painful, and her heart was even more shocked.

A blind man sees through her illusions, a blind man is on a par with her, and there is such a woman on the right path.

The aftermath of the spiritual power and demonic qi was very large, and after a few breaths, there were two more women with gorgeous blood stains on the cyan grass. The white clothes were cold and tough, and next to her were scattered black ribbons, and her dark green eyes stared blankly at another woman in purple.

She got up, blood flowed out, her lips were pale as snow, but her back was proudly upright, even if she was seriously injured, she couldn't bend the back of the sword cultivator, let alone the arrogance of the female sword cultivator. She discarded the broken wooden sword, and walked towards the bewitching woman with the talisman in her right hand, stepping through it in one step, leaving a bright red footprint, and before she knew it, the blood had stained her clothes red.

The bewitching woman smiled, her eyes showing contempt, but her heart was amazed, and her purple eyes hid a shallow fear that she didn't want to admit. The trembling Ruyu hands were stained with bright red blood, which contrasted with the gorgeous blood on the lips.

Her purple eyes reflected the female sword cultivator holding the charm, and her lips were lightly opened, her voice was slightly hoarse and confusing, but her delicate body was not lost in blood.

"What is the right path, what is the female sword cultivator."

The enchanting woman smiled skillfully: "Why don't you be a demon cultivator, be a chic female demon cultivator." ”

The woman's eyes were very bright, like the only moonlight in the night, real and illusory, and the female sword cultivator who was still in her heart was stunned for a moment.

The righteous path nuns are too depressed and too weak, but the demon path is much more wanton.

In the black and white world in Ji Qing's consciousness, the woman supports her body with one hand, and she can imagine the woman's stubborn expression when she loses her eyes, just like her in the past.

The white sword shadow swept by, and Ji Qing suddenly came back to his senses. She moved quickly, flipped with her bare hands, but only came to the illusory holding of the sword shadow. There was a moment of dazedness and confusion in her expression.

It's like losing something, and it's like gaining something.