The red-clothed man was still standing in the treetops overlooking Shen Qinghan, and was suddenly "stunned" by this sudden rain of blood, and tasted his "evil fruit" for the first time, his movements froze for a few moments, and then he pretended not to care and flicked the half-transparent clothes stained with blood.

The rain of blood also slowly stopped, leaving only the heavy smell of blood wafting in the air.

The rain of blood and blood of the head was withdrawn, but many walking corpses crawled out of the ground one after another, and a low wail filled the blood-soaked air, with a little sadness and a little cold.

Shen Qinghan: ......

He can't get tired of playing with this walking corpse??

Too lazy to greet these walking corpses, Shen Qinghan threw the red umbrella in his hand at those walking corpses at random, the umbrella body seemed to be fueled by something, and quickly flew over, the tip of the umbrella pierced into the rotten flesh of the walking corpses, the umbrella body rotated in a circle, and suddenly exploded, blowing up those dazed walking corpses by surprise, almost two-thirds of the way to the ground.

Shen Qinghan jumped up lightly, and the powerful spiritual power of his palm instantly struck towards the red-clothed world.

The red-clothed world will react, and the speed of the flash will not almost fall on the tree behind him. The green tree fell in response, and at the same time uprooted and smashed into the next tree, smashing the tree that "caught fire at the city gate and affected the fish in the pond" to a "shattered bone", and several strong trunks connected with the crumbling trunk of the tree "lingering".

The red-clothed man fell to the ground lightly, and at the same time condensed hundreds of qi swords in his hand, stayed in the air for a moment, and flew towards Shen Qinghan fiercely, penetrating the leaves without stopping for a moment.

Shen Qinghan's left leg took a step forward slightly, his right leg stood still, holding the sword with one hand, dexterously drawing a pale wave-colored arc in the air, and the other hand stretched out a slender index finger and middle finger together, and the fingertips flashed a deep sea-like blue, which seemed to be lightly on the hilt of the sword, but the sword body emitted a brighter light, and the transparent qi waves were secretly surging.

The two forces of equal strength collided, and the violent aftermath spread, but less than a third of the remaining walking corpses on the side were miserable, and they were broken into a pile of rotten meat for no apparent reason, which confirmed the name of "dead man".

The sword of love picked up a subtle angle slightly, and a gap was cut out of the qi layer between the two forces, and his figure flashed, and he drilled into the gap at an unbelievable speed, and in the next moment, the person had already come to the red-clothed world.

The long sword slashed down like a bamboo, and it was powerful to suppress the jack.

"Bell"

A long sword that "came out of nowhere" blocked Shen Qinghan's love sword, but the sword body seemed to be covered with something, so that people couldn't see it clearly.

Shen Qinghan was suspicious in his heart, and secretly thought about what was wrong with this sword? Or was there any secret on this sword that people couldn't know? I had never seen the red-clothed world use a saber before, and he had always used an air sword condensed with his bare hands, and he thought that he didn't have a sword. But now it seems that he has a sword, and his swordsmanship is excellent, but if he does, why not use it?

In his heart, he turned a thousand times, but the expression on his face became more and more light, and the movements in his hands never relaxed for a moment, and the sword was as if he was asking for his life, fast and ruthless.

At the beginning, the red-clothed world was on an equal footing with Shen Qinghan, on par, and was slowly beaten by Shen Qinghan's seemingly inexhaustible strength and precise and fast sword slashing head and face, although it was not defeated, but it was also retreating.

"Hiss"

The sword in Shen Qinghan's hand stabbed the red clothes, and the bright red clothes were torn.

The red-clothed and vague long sword swept the love sword, picked up the love sword from the bottom up, and at the same time took advantage of the victory to chase and entangle the love sword, and the cold sword sound quickly rubbed and made a shuddering sound, which always separated the distance between the two.

The fight between the two had a little bit of a meaning of dwelling, and the red-clothed man stood still, staring at Shen Qinghan for a long time, and the night wind blew the impersonal red into the wind.

Shen Qinghan thought that he had stopped, he was going to brew something, so he was quite "polite" to overdraw some of his patience for the rest of his life, etc., who knew that the ghost man quickly turned around and disappeared into the not so dark night in the next moment, leaving his "shrimp soldiers and crab generals" screaming.

That little patience was worn clean in an instant, and those walking corpses were uninteresting and irritable.

The blade of the sword turned, bringing up a strong spiritual power and smashing backwards.

Finally quiet.

Shen Qinghan stepped forward to leave this place of right and wrong, it was important to find Su Elegy first, and he didn't bother to run after the red clothes now.

After walking a few steps, he seemed to step on a strange place, and he moved away from the white shoes that were splashed red with blood, looked down, and saw a sign.

Squatted down and picked up the sign, seemingly casually glancing at it, but when he looked closely, it seemed that all the spirit and spirit were gathered in those eyes.

He put the sign away and walked away.

Su Wangge ran "heartbreaking", took a moment to look back, and found that those walking corpses were still following her, and secretly cursed a "dog thing", Yazheng, who usually pretended to be a human dog, was thrown into the corner at this moment, and he didn't know it.

Stopped, condensed a pale golden spiritual power in his palm, and quickly threw it towards the group of walking corpses. A sigil was lightly formed in his hand, pressed against the sword, and took a deep breath before holding the Qingge sword and swinging it with all his strength, galloping through the air.

Su Wangge didn't even have time to see how the battle was going and hurriedly ran away, just now he was in a trance, he really had the feeling of "going crazy", if she had something to stimulate her, she would definitely ascend to heaven.

After running a few steps, I suddenly heard a loud noise behind me, and those whining sounds slowly dissipated.

Su Wangge frowned with joy, which brother who "pulled out a knife to help when the road is uneven" is so understanding!

Before she could turn around and express her overflowing gratitude, she was overjoyed by a flat but cool voice.

"Master...... Long time no see"

Su Wangge's body was uncontrollable, and he turned around slowly after a while, he didn't know what kind of expression he should put on, and his face froze in embarrassment for a while, and he even forgot the strength to run prostration just now.

After brewing for a long time, I really didn't know what to say, but the quiet air mixed with a faint fishy smell flowed strangely between the two.

Dressed in black, his face is like jade, his eyes seem to have a glimmer of light flowing gently, and there is a smile on the corner of his thin lips. didn't get Su Elegy's answer, and the faint smile dissipated a little, "Master, you noble people are so forgetful, do you remember that there is such an apprentice as me?"

Su Wangge's eyes were turbulent, and he couldn't stop, he pulled his neck, and barely spit out a few stiff bytes, "If it's okay...... I'll go first."

She hadn't thought about how to face him yet, especially in this situation.

She didn't want to sing the praises of what she had done for him, those bad things, she didn't want him to know at all. Besides, she owed him too.

"Hehe, do you feel dirty to even look at me now?" Kiyoga sneered, the faint smile disappeared without a trace, and the emotion in his eyes was uncertain.

Su Elegy's steps were dragged by this sneer, and he subconsciously defended: "There is no such thing...... Are you alright...... Is it?"

Su Elegy's greeting Qinghe sounded like a carbon fire belated in winter, and when the fire was completely cold, it was late and weak.

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