The cliff on the other side of the clouds.

"Brush!" The sword came out, sharp and sharp, bringing up a large rain of blood and a few hoarse shouts. The black long sword was like a light and shadow, quickly and sharply swept over the neck of the behemoth in front of him, "poof", blood suddenly gushed out, and it was so loud that it was too late to whimper, the cyan pupils widened, and the person in front of him was desperately reflected, dressed in red, but as evil as Shura.

The young man raised his arm slightly, and the black long sword hovering in the air "Whoosh!" With a sound, he was extremely well-behaved and lay flat in front of her, and his phoenix eyes exuded a faint brilliance, even in the daytime, it was difficult to hide its light. At the same time, the sword qi void formed a black dragon, with hideous eyebrows, as if roaring, trying to break free from this cage and roam the heavens and the earth.

The young man smiled lightly, adding a little warmth to his cold face, opened his fingers slightly, his eyes sank, and quickly grasped the familiar position, ignoring everything else, and played with his own sword. For a while, the light and shadow were chaotic, and there seemed to be a layer of thick and bright light floating around the young man, but the sword aura was so sharp that the look in the eyes of the young man was like a cold star in the sky, full of indifference and impersonal feelings.

"Did something touch Cher's memories? Is this a bit over-reacting? Looking at it from a distance, she was dressed in red and stood on the edge of this steep cliff, still handsome and handsome, like a noble son who didn't know people, with a pair of eyes that seemed to be brushed by the blue sea, looking at the slender but strong white shadow in distress. Ever since that incident in Murong Mansion, something has been wrong with Xue'er.

In one fell swoop, he put away the little childish and casual, lifeless day and night cultivation, and only slept for one hour a day, this madness, July is the second time to see it. The first time, it was during the accident five years ago, she was so desperate, her eyes were red with anger, and her whole person felt as if she had been demonized, and she felt very strange to her, feeling that what she saw was just a bloodless slaughterer.

"The other side of the flower, I am imperative." Murong Xue just smiled and opened her lips, wiped a finger over the root of her ear, pulled the black hair behind her ear, and suddenly, that dazzling brilliance was unstoppable!

Everyone came back to their senses from the scene just now, and there was more or less desire hidden in their eyes, but after seeing Murong Xue's move, they restrained a lot.

And it is also at this time when the flowers on the other side are blooming beautifully, and the petals are lazily stretching outward, spreading an endless red, as if they can bloom to the end of hell. The layers of red, tightly embracing the ink-black rhinestones, like the night, mysterious and charming, revealing an evil and noble atmosphere. When the sun shines, it's even more spiritual.

The affectionate gentleness of the devil is an irresistible charm.

The slender white fingers gently caressed the flowers that everyone was about to move and wanted to possess for themselves, and the bewitching and mysterious and charming flowers that were blooming became more and more profound and boundless under the background of her white fingers.