Qin Changhuan's slender and bewitching eyes flashed with an extremely strong murderous aura, she muttered in a low voice, and with a snort, she pulled out the soft sword at her waist and went straight to the man's face.

The sharp sword qi came with the cold wind, the tip of the sword gradually expanded in the man's eyes, the pupils contracted dangerously, and the person was still calm.

He raised his hand, and his fingertips quickly caught the tip of the sword, and in that moment, his entire hand seemed to be frozen.

The man's cold eyes finally changed a little, he stared at the past, and a pair of eagle eyes emitted a cold gloomy light, tightly locking the veiled Qin Changhuan: "In this world, there are not many women with strong martial arts like you. ”

He flicked out the soft sword with his fingers, lifted the dragon sword under his feet with internal force, suspended it in midair, and a bloodthirsty smile flashed on his lips: "The last woman who could beat me is dead, I don't know if you can survive today!" ”

"Hades, he doesn't dare to accept me!" Qin Changhuan shook the soft sword, the soft sword spun extremely fast, and the sword qi was overwhelming, tearing through the air and pressing towards the man.

The woman's body was surrounded by a huge murderous aura, and the eyes that appeared outside the veil were cold and murderous: "I don't know if I can live today, but you, can't live today!" ”

The man swung his sword to resist, his voice was like a ghost, his tail was long, and he said infinitely coolly: "Do you know, in the pool in front of you, the woman who is stunning in the world, was skinned and cramped, and her blood was emptied, staining the whole pool red, even after three years, I can smell the blood inside." ”

The words seemed a little sarcastic.

"After so many years, such a deep hatred, I wonder if I can make her turn into a ghost?" The man looked around, and Qin Changhuan heard the meaning of nostalgia in his tone.

The man squinted his eyes, he had to come here every time the man died on the day of his death, and he sat there all day.

He always felt that she had not left this world, but she was entwined around him, and it seemed that she had her breath on her body, which made people's hearts tremble with nostalgia.

"It's rare that you miss that person too."

Qin Changhuan's face was bloodless, her lips were slightly purple, looking at her bewitching face, she smiled lightly, and her tone was undulating: "But don't you forget, at the beginning, you also had your share of the one who killed her." ”

The tone suddenly darkened.

She gritted her teeth, suppressed great hatred, and slowly threw out three words: "A thousand cities!" ”

A thousand cities.

The regent of Northern Yan and the uncle of Yan Heng.

He became a king at a young age, made great achievements, made great contributions to the Jiangshan Society, was established as the regent, the power leaned towards the government and the opposition, and he was evergreen in the world of Beiyan.

Even Yan Heng, who ascended the throne of God, could not shake half of his power.

"You know me!"

Qianchengjue's eyes finally cooled down, and he looked at the woman's narrow peach blossom eyes rippling with waves, and he forgot to resist for a moment.

The soft sword in Qin Changhuan's hand pulled out the sword flower, and a sword pierced his arm, and Qiancheng definitely came back to his senses.

A sharp pain suddenly came from his arm, and his left arm was suddenly dripping with blood, but the woman smiled enchantingly at him.

Qiancheng Jue suddenly thought, the face under the veil must be like the woman at the beginning, a stunning beauty that is rare in this world, needless to say, it is difficult to find it in the world.

Qin Changhuan violently pulled out his soft sword, pointed it at the heart of Qiancheng, and opened his mouth word by word, word by word: "One day, I will personally crush your bones and scatter ashes to sacrifice my thousands of loyal souls!" ”

She laughed uncontrollably, and her figure disappeared into the old mansion with the cold wind, as without a trace as when she came.

At that moment, that murderous sentence left countless turbulent waves in Qiancheng's heart.

A thought crossed my mind.

Is it her?

Is she back?

The hatred in those words almost made his heart freeze, and the tone of his wild and flying tone was so similar to that of the woman you were.

The cold wind poured in, and Qianchengjue, who had always been ruthless, shivered fiercely, shook his head and muttered: "No, it won't be her ......"

She had already died in the old mansion of the Qin Mansion, and even the body was missing, and when he arrived, the pool was full of blood, and the blood meandered from the door of Qin's house to Chang'an Street.

The heavy rain washed away the air for three days and three nights, but it failed to wash away the smell of blood in the air.

It is the old mansion of Qinfu, even if it has been abandoned for three years and is dilapidated, the bottom of this hot spring pool is still bright red as blood, even if it is filled with clear water, it can be seen that it is still like blood water.

That's what was left over from that massacre.

Qianchengjue's eyes gradually darkened, and he stood behind him with one hand, ignoring the arm that was still blurred with flesh and blood, and ordered to the surrounding gloom: "Go, find out who this woman is!" ”