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There was a light rain in the sky, and the rain was very sudden and strange, and the air in the whole long street seemed to become cold and bitter at this moment.

Stepping on the masonry on the ground, Bufang's footsteps suddenly stopped, and Xiao Ya followed closely to Bufang's side, looking around with some horror.

The rain poured down, faster and faster, falling on the ground and bursting out.

The next moment, a graceful figure slowly emerged in the distance.

The long green skirt, with slits at the thighs, makes the hazy and white thighs looming, which is very eye-catching, and the long hair is scattered, fluttering slightly, and the body exudes a radiant brilliance, so that the rain is bounced away at the moment it falls.

The woman's red lips are thick and bright, slightly upturned, revealing a touch of curvature, as if playful, as if disdainful, all in the red lips, the performance is incisive.

The woman wore a pair of pale green boots on her feet, the boots covered half of the glittering calf, and the remaining slippery and very charming color was filled.

A thin sword was pinched in her hand, and the blades of the thin sword were shaking slightly, as if there was a silent sword groan.

The woman's long eyelashes twitched, and she looked at the step in the center of the long street.

"Do you want to leave after offending His Highness the Holy Son?" the woman spoke softly, her voice soft, as if she was exhaling like an orchid in her ears.

Bufang frowned and looked at the woman lightly.

Did the Holy Son of Tianquan really send someone to take action? Sure enough, he was the one who would repay him.

Still, come on...... Since it's coming, then kill.

Bufang exhaled softly.

Green smoke rose in his hand, and the next moment, the keel kitchen knife appeared in his hand, and true qi poured into it.

A dragon roar resounded through the sky, deafening, and the pitch-black keel kitchen knife suddenly turned into a golden kitchen knife and was carried on his shoulder.

Xiao Ya stood behind Bu Fang and watched this scene timidly.

The atmosphere seemed to suddenly become violent and solemn at this moment.

Midorihime looked at Bufang's movements, the curvature of her red lips suddenly increased, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

"You little one...... Is it really interesting, and you still want to resist, does it make sense? With the strength to break a supreme shackle, you still want to escape from the hands of this seat?"

This woman's cultivation is very strong, although she is not as good as the Holy Son, but she is also a strong person in the Divine Soul Realm, so she is naturally not bad.

Although Bufang felt a little tricky, he was not afraid.

Although this woman is strong, he also has his own means.

It seemed that he had said too much to Bu Fang, and the woman in the green dress gently swung her thin sword, her waist swaying, as if she was dancing.

Suddenly, the woman stepped on the ground.

Crash!!

The rain on the ground was suddenly separated from both sides, and the woman's speed was extremely fast, and in an instant she was galloping.

The long hair was scattered, and with a murderous look, it suddenly locked on Bu Fang's body, and this woman's sword had already appeared in front of Bu Fang.

Bu Fang was still carrying the keel kitchen knife, looking at the thin sword that was constantly enlarged in his eyes, and his eyes were unblinking.

That calm and expressionless appearance made Midorihime's heart suddenly appear a little uneasy.

How can there be uneasiness?

Midori herself felt a little ridiculous, with her strength, it should be easy to kill the ants in front of her who were just in the realm of gods.

But Bufang's appearance is too calm, as if he is holding the ticket to victory, and he feels confident.

That look, as if you have eaten yourself!

Could it be that this kid really has some back-up?

Airplanes......

The sword swung and swayed, sending the raindrops flying.

Midorihime's figure suddenly burst back quickly, staring at Bufang vigilantly.

"Do you have a back hand?!" Midorihime picked up the thin sword, her red lips opened lightly, her bright red tongue stretched out, and slowly licked it on the blade of the long sword, that appearance was full of charm.

Bu Fang watched quietly, carrying the keel kitchen knife in one hand, letting the rain spill and drip on his body.

The feather robe lifted slightly, emitting a wave of evaporation, causing the rain to evaporate before it could get close.

"Guess. Bufang said.

Guess?

The killing intent in Lu Ji's eyes surged, why guess?

Whoever offends His Highness the Son must die!

No matter what you do, you can break it with all your might!

Midorihime's slender legs glared again, and the soles of her feet stepped on the ground, causing the rain to separate.

The terrifying murderous aura condensed, and the sword intent was surging and surging, as if it had condensed into an invisible big sword, slashing towards the step.

Tear Pull!!

It was as if the air had been cut through by the sword.

Bu Fang frowned, and the sword qi of the tyrant diffused, causing the hair on his forehead to flutter.

Exhaled softly.

Bufang tilted his head and looked at Midorihime like an idiot.

The true qi in his hand dissipated, and the brilliant golden mangs of the keel kitchen knife suddenly disappeared, returning to its simple and dark appearance.

Bu Fang played a knife flower, and the keel kitchen knife disappeared suddenly.

"Pretend to be a ghost! Will this seat believe it?!Die!"

Midorihime's red lips were grinning, and the sneer flashed in her beautiful eyes.

A sword stabbed at the step, and the sword light swept across the sky.

Xiao Ya hid behind Bu Fang, and with the approaching sword light, she tightened Bu Fang's clothes, and her eyes closed suddenly.

Rumble!!!

The whole heaven and earth seemed to be shaken, and the dark clouds on the sky seemed to be scattered.

The long street was silent, except for the sound of vomiting blood.

Midorihime's long sword shattered, and the whole person was lying on the ground, with a look of horror in his eyes, looking at an old man with white hair and white eyebrows who appeared at some point.

The old man held his hands, the wide robe was windless, and he looked a little fairy-like, his gaze swept indifferently over the woman who fell to the ground, and slowly raised his palm.

"You...... You can't kill me! I'm the maid of the Heavenly Spring Holy Son! I am the woman of the Heavenly Spring Holy Son!"

Midori Ji sensed the terrifying energy and coercion on the old man's body, and her heart trembled, and she roared in horror.

"Tianquan Holy Son, what ......?"

The old man said lightly, and Midorihime's eyes froze suddenly.

The next moment, the old man's palm was raised.

Rumble!

It was as if invisible fluctuations spread out in an instant.

Midorihime's hair rose rapidly, and the divine light in her eyes was passing, and in just a moment, her vitality was gone.

The personal maid of the Holy Son of Tianquan died.

Killing this woman, the old man turned his head to look at Bufang and Xiaoya as if he had killed an insignificant fly.

His gaze fell on Bu Fang's body, slightly indifferent, but it softened when it fell on Xiao Ya.

"The feast of the Immortals is imminent, and there are constant disputes in the City of the Immortals today, and many holy sons of the Hidden Dragon Court have appeared, and the wind is surging, I will let you take care of this girl, not let you do things. The old man said.

Bu Fang looked at the old man lightly, as if he had guessed that the old man would make a move, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

His gaze was full of deep meaning, and he said lightly: "Got it." ”

"I don't mess with me, and no one else should mess with me......"

Bu Fang took Xiao Ya away, and his figure gradually disappeared into the rain curtain.

The old man held his hands and looked at the disappearing backs of Bu Fang and Xiao Ya, with a serious expression on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

......

Noodle King Pavilion.

The Holy Son of Tianquan slowly picked up a bowl of steaming noodles.

The soup of the pasta is shiny and beautiful, and the aroma is thick and fragrant, attracting people's appetite.

He brought the bowl to the front, ready to take a sip of the noodle soup.

However, before he could drink it, his figure trembled slightly, his eyes widened, and a touch of pathos suddenly spread under his eyes.

The two maids standing quietly behind him were stunned.

Midorihime...... He's dead. ”

Holding the bowl, the Tianquan Holy Son said sadly, and there seemed to be a touch of pain on his face.

"Blood Debt and Blood Repayment...... Midorihime, this holy son will definitely avenge you. The Holy Son of Tianquan said, and the next moment, he drank a sip of piping hot noodle soup.

The two maids behind the Holy Son were full of disbelief.

How is it possible? How could Midorihime go to kill an ant in the Divine Body Realm, how could she be killed back? Could something have happened?

How could this ant of the Divine Body Realm dare to kill the people of the Heavenly Spring Holy Land......

Damn!

For a while, the faces of these two holy women were also filled with murderous intent.

If you see the cook, you will definitely be killed!

......

The rain dripped on the ground, and suddenly burst out, and the diffuse sword qi galloped out from the rain cracking, cutting with sharpness.

The long sword on Xiao Yue's back hummed, and the next moment it rose into the sky, turning into a flowing sword light, slashing those sword qi one after another.

His eyes were extremely sharp, his sword aura was all around him, and the long sword was suspended above his head.

Below the ground, figures levitated one after another, with murderous aura and sword aura.

"Are there six killing swordsmen under Xiao Liancheng?"

Xiao Yue indifferently glanced at the six figures rising from the ground, and said lightly.

On the second floor of a restaurant in the distance, with a gentle smile on his face, he poured clear liquor into his wine glass, looked at the hazy rain scene, and drank a glass lightly.

"Good wine. "Laughing and admiring.

"Good wine and good times when good things happen...... Kill it. ”

Airplanes......

Xiao Yue's eyes projected, looking directly at the smiling Liancheng on the second floor of the restaurant, with an extremely cold expression on his face.

The sword qi of the six swordsmen burst out at the same time, and the sharp sword intent almost tore Xiao Yue apart.

Ding Ding Ding!!

The sound of the collision of long swords resounded endlessly, the sword light flowed, the sword intent swept through, and the battle broke out in an instant.

On the long street, there were few people, and only the sound of battle echoed.

Facing the siege of the six powerful swordsmen, the coordinated and orderly killing methods made Xiao Yue feel a burst of heartbeat, as if he was about to be killed in the next moment.

He thought that Xiao Liancheng would do something to him, but he didn't expect the means to be so powerful, and he directly sent out the six strongest swordsmen under him.

This is going to kill him Xiao Yue!

With a wave of the sword finger, the long sword above his head suddenly transformed into countless sword shadows, and a whistling sound came out, and the sword light swept away, colliding with the sword intent slashed by the six swordsmen.

The big bang happened, and the terrifying waves roared.

The rain in the sky is getting heavier and heavier.

It fell with a bang, washing Xiao Yue's figure.

He knelt on the ground on one knee with the sword in one hand, his body was covered with dense wounds, and the sword intent was surging on the wounds......

He raised his head, and the sharp aura in his eyes did not subside.

He was still insisting, even if he was besieged by six swordsmen, he still didn't choose to escape.

The swordsman should be indomitable.

Xiao Liancheng tasted the wine, looked at the battle with a smile, looked at Xiao Yue's sword wounds all over his body, and his body was dripping with blood, the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up, and he was in a very happy mood.

Suddenly.

In the rain.

Two figures came slowly from a distance.

The two men were holding umbrellas, and the rain hit them, splashing and making a noise.

Xiao Yue coughed up a mouthful of blood lightly, turned his head to look at the position of the person holding the umbrella, seemed to be stunned, and the next moment, the corners of his mouth grinned.

"Step boss...... Let's give me a bowl of noodles. ”