"Fu Ni Dress, it's all your fault, it's all your fault, I'm going to kill you! You witch, kill my father! ”

Murong Yu yelled, but her tears couldn't stop falling.

Fu Nishang stood up and looked at Murong Yu at this moment, the once invincible Miss Murong looked like a crazy woman at the moment.

Fu Nishang stood up and dragged the drunken water sword with her hand, the sword slashed her hand, and the blood in her hand flowed out of her fingers and dripped into the snow all over the ground.

Fu Ni Shang pressed forward step by step, but Murong Yu retreated again and again.

Murong Yu: "Fu Ni Shang, don't come here!" ”

What flashed in Fu Nishang's eyes at this moment was hatred and determination: "Aren't you going to kill me?" I'll let you kill now, but you won't be able to do it. ”

Fu Ni Sheng snorted coldly, Murong Yu couldn't stand Fu Ni Xiang's current momentum.

The sword in Murong Yu's hand was shaking.

Saint Wuwu wanted to make a move, but Ning Linglong shook his head at him, but the water dragon chant in Saint Wuwu's hand was groaning.

Fu Nishang's hand held Murong Yu's hand, and slowly inserted the drunken water sword into his body, ignoring Murong Yu's panicked look: "Murong Yu, you see you kill me." I don't owe you the Murong family, but then how can you pay Banxia's life? She was only fourteen years old. Or I will fight with my life and kill you to pay for Banxia's life. ”

There were shouts all around, and Fu Nishang didn't care about anyone calling at all, she just wanted to avenge Banxia, but such an innocent and romantic girl died unexpectedly.

Murong Yu shook her head in horror, there was no way to retreat, behind her was an abyss, she had no way to retreat.

In front of Murong Yu at this moment, it was like the whisk of King Yama.

Murong Yu turned his head and said to Sheng Wuwu, "Brother Wuwu, save me." I don't want to die. ”

Fu Nishang snatched the drunken water sword from Murong Yu's hand, and pulled the sword out of his body.

Holding the sharp blade, he looked at Murong Yu and said, "You also died under this sword, okay?" ”

Murong Yu's expression was full of horror.

"Brother worry-free, save me. Brother worry-free. ”

Holding the Dragon Yin Sword in his hand, holding Murong Yu who was about to fall into the abyss, in that moment, the transformation and shadow change practice of Saint Wuwu was really superb.

Fu Nishang slashed indiscriminately with the sword in her hand, she had hatred in her heart, and her swordsmanship was messy but extremely powerful.

Saint Wuwu protected Murong Yu, and it was also difficult to parry.

"Holy worry-free, if someone else kills, he will have to pay for his life, but Murong Yu doesn't have to pay for his life if he kills?"

The tone of the breeze was full of resentment, despair, and heartache that could not be attached.

That kind of pain hit the heart of the saint without worry.

Seeing that the sword of the breeze's clothes was about to be slashed to the saint, the flute in the hand of the cloud and mist allowed them to escape this catastrophe.

Then the clouds and mist unloaded the sword of the breeze, and used the palm technique full of ten layers of skill to carry the fierce wind attack like the neon dress.

The fierce wind also blew off the golden mask of the breeze, and the face of the breeze's neon dress appeared in front of the clouds.

Yunmist's expression changed drastically, and he wanted to pull her.

It's a pity that Fu Nishang has fallen into the abyss.

There was a wind blowing through the cheeks of the neon dress, falling rapidly, and the usually gentle snowflakes were particularly fierce at this time, and a drop of blood crossed the peach blossom's cheeks.

It was really funny to look at the clouds and mist who knelt down on the eagle's beak cliff with a frightened face, and the usually calm clouds and mist could also make such an expression.

It's obviously a fatal move, but now who is making such a grief-stricken look.