The broadsword spun in the air, drawing a bright arc, and there was a whirring sound, flying at great speed.

The woman in white squinted, the soft sword suddenly straightened, and slashed over.

"Dang!"

Swords collide and sparks fly.

The attack of the broadsword did not completely stop the woman's attack.

She pulled slightly, and the female killer felt a huge force from the whip, and before she could react, her body flew forward.

The corners of the woman in white bent at the corners of her mouth, her charming eyes were delicate, even if she was a little more heroic at the moment, she was still sultry.

Her internal strength gushed out, and a palm was slammed on the female killer's chest.

"Poof—"

This palm was like a thunderbolt, the female killer had no power to fight back, and her intuition was like being hit by a mountain, and the person spurted a few mouthfuls of blood in the air, falling to the ground, and was dying.

"The fourteenth floor of hell is not very good." The woman in white raised her sword, glanced at the female killer, and wrote lightly.

"You-" The male killer screamed and rushed forward. "I'll kill you!"

He and the female killer got along with each other, were born and died together, completed many difficult tasks, and ascended to the fourteenth floor of hell step by step.

Now when he saw the female killer slumped to the ground, not knowing whether she was alive or dead, he couldn't stop being angry.

"Hmph, kill yourself!"

The woman in white groaned, and the straight soft sword turned into a dragon snake, winding and swimming in the air, sometimes attacking quickly, sometimes attacking and killing, and the sword became more and more powerful.

The male killer was tired of coping, he was in a hurry, and he was constantly forced to retreat, he was originally a swordsman, but at the moment he was unarmed, and it was difficult to use his knife skills, so his combat power dropped significantly.

He was no match for women, and in this way, he became more and more invincible.

In the house of the farmhouse.

"Aren't you going to make a move?" Xu Zihong couldn't help but glance at the middle-aged man beside him, and his expression was a little less arrogant and domineering.

"It's just two fourteenth-story killers, and if they're dead, they're dead." The middle-aged man's tone was indifferent, and he didn't care about the life and death of the two.

"It's really surprising that this woman is so young and has such internal strength."

The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse, and when he heard it in his ears, he couldn't help but shudder, as if it came from the depths of the Nine Shadows, cold to the bone marrow.

"Onicha-sama doesn't know who she is?" Xu Zihong was slightly surprised.

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment and hesitated, "I've heard of such a woman, but I've never seen it." ”

"Oh?" Xu Zihong looked at the woman in white. "Tell me about it."

"Ethereal Palace, Young Palace Master." The middle-aged man spat out a few words.

Xu Zihong's eyes widened, and he said with a shocked expression: "It's her!" ”

"Eight or nine is not far from ten." The middle-aged man smiled, "The sword in this woman's hand, if I expected it to be good, is the Blue Spirit Sword of the Ethereal Palace." ”

"Shhh "The ninth divine soldier of the Divine Soldier Spectrum!"

The Divine Soldier Genealogy, as the name suggests, records almost all the divine weapons in the world, and ranks them according to the records of the people they have held.

Whoever enters the score is a sharp weapon.

All the top 100 are divine soldiers.

And the Blue Spirit Sword is the ninth divine soldier in the divine weapon spectrum!

Xu Zihong was not surprised!

At this time, the big battle outside is about to come to an end.

The woman in white became more and more courageous, and the soft sword in her hand suddenly turned into a blue band of light, crystal clear, emitting blue fluorescence.

The male killer's heart jumped suddenly, only to feel a chill to the bone, coming from the sword, and the temperature around him plummeted, as if he was about to freeze the space.

"Blue Spirit Sword!"

The male killer seemed to understand something in an instant, and his body jerked back, trying to flee the battlefield.

However, the woman in white had no intention of letting him go.

"Blizzard!"

The Blue Spirit Sword groaned softly, and the sword light suddenly brightened, turning into countless sword flowers, which fell from the air, like winter snowflakes, all of them flocked to the male killer, drowning it in the blink of an eye.

The male killer had almost no power to resist, only heard a terrible scream, and when the sword flower rested for a while, a bloody man could be faintly seen lying on the ground, unrecognizable and inhumane.

At the end of the battle, the woman in white shook her figure and was about to sweep down the mountain.

"The young palace master killed my hell people, and he still wants to leave as if nothing happened, isn't it too ignorant of my hell?" The middle-aged man flew out.

"Hell... My lord... Save... Help..."The male killer did not die for a while, and his mouth let out a bitter pleading.

"It's better to die like this."

The middle-aged man glanced at it with a sneer, walked over gently, hooked his fingers slightly, and a strong breath pierced the male killer's throat.

The woman's pupils shrank suddenly, and her expression couldn't help but become a little solemn.

"Are you a hell of a ghost?"

The middle-aged man did not shy away from saying: "Under Zhao Nuo, he is a ghost under the judge of the ghost book." ”

The woman in white muttered, "Sixteen floors of hell! ”

Zhao Nuo nodded, not denying it.

"I heard that the hell ghosts are very good, and those who are hooked by the ghosts will definitely die, and today the little girl wants to see if it is really that powerful!"

The woman in white knew that a big battle was indispensable, so it was better to simply strike first and take the initiative.

The corners of Zhao Nuo's mouth bent, and the black robe was windless, turning into a black shadow and facing him.

——

Ye Qiange felt that he was about to collapse, he barely stopped, and the few big men behind him seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, chasing after him relentlessly, shouting while chasing back, for fear that Ye Qiange would not know about his existence.

"Big brother, why are you so persistent, you see that it is getting late, it is the time when my wife and son are hot on the kang, how comfortable it is, why do you still chase me all over the mountains and fields, and suffer this crime......"

"Shut up!" Several big men puffed up, looking at the figures jumping up and down in front of them, and they wanted to catch them and beat them up.

"When is the time for retribution, as long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world, all good men, this king advises you to wait, don't do evil again, otherwise, there will be no son in the future."

"Oh, boy, you dare to curse me when you are looking for death!" A big man screamed, turned into a black horse, cut down trees at every tree, and fell into gravel, extremely fierce.

But in the next second, he screamed, "Made, it's so thorny." ”

The corners of Ye Qiange's mouth twitched, who called you such a tiger, this king has worked hard for a long time to get out of that thorn.

"It's really retribution."

Ye Qiange raised his eyebrows, seeing that the big man was carefully picking out the thorns, he was crying out in pain, how could he have the slightest appearance of a martial arts master, the picture was simply spicy.

"Look, you have been retributed, donors, don't put down the butcher's knife quickly, the old man can cross the donor out of the sea of suffering, and become a Buddha on the ground......"

Become your sister!

A few big men behind him were dizzy when they heard it, and they wanted to tear Ye Qiange's broken mouth, that guy was clearly gloating, and he also looked like a high-ranking monk, not fighting with the world, and he was too shameless!

Out of the thorns was an open field, with only stakes left on the ground.

"I'll go, who cut down the tree!"

Ye Qiange was so angry, he was able to entangle with a few big men for so long by taking advantage of the bushes in the mountains, thorns everywhere, and dim light.

He was so angry that he had to rush forward frantically.

"Hahaha, now look where you kid is running, let's chase for so long, see if I don't break your legs!"

"I also cursed Lao Tzu for giving birth to a son without a little jj, I'll let you not have it first!"

A few big men laughed evilly, and a few leaps blocked Ye Qiange's way, and grabbed Ye Qiange viciously.

Ye Qiange stepped back sharply and ran in the other direction.

"Heroes, don't be angry, as the saying goes, anger hurts the body, why don't we sit down, drink and talk, enjoy the flowers and talk about the moon, isn't it beautiful?"

Ye Qiange's face turned pale with fright, and before he could run, he was stopped by a big man and flew out with a punch.

Ye Qiange only felt that he had been hit by a car, his internal organs were vibrating violently, his throat was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Hmph, stinky boy, look how proud you are!"

Several big men surrounded him, looking down at Ye Qiange with cold eyes, and there was a hint of ridicule and mockery on the corners of his mouth.

"You can run so well, you broke your leg, I see how you can run!"

One of the big men gritted his teeth and looked fierce, his clothes almost striped with strips of cloth and thorns hanging from them.

After finishing speaking, he raised his foot and stepped on Ye Qiange's knee fiercely!