This fact is like a lightning bolt splitting the sky, completely unexpected, Hua Qingmo is like this. A weak woman who doesn't know any internal force actually uses the sound technique of fighting the enemy with high internal force in such a short period of time. It seems that these days, Hua Xijin should have had a very hard time.

Without internal force, she naturally can't use sound techniques, presumably she already has internal force now. But from not knowing martial arts at all, to now being able to use sound arts, such a change is not something that ordinary people can do, I think someone should have passed a strong internal force into her body.

"Hua Qingmo, I stopped, shouldn't you come out to meet me and settle the matter between us?" The corners of her lips opened slightly, and a smile bloomed on her lips covered with bright red lipstick, like a blooming poppy, with a demonic bewitchment. She wore a dark blue power suit, with tight cuffs and trouser legs, and a belt of the same color tied around her waist, revealing her delicate figure. Compared with usual, the elegant skirt worn by Hua Xijin seems to be more beautiful and outstanding now.

Hua Xijin opened her mouth like this, and Hua Qingmo naturally would not be a timid person and hide from it. She stepped forward, her steps steady and calm, like a white cloud moving slowly in the sky, warm and unfazed.

Hua Qingmo was wearing a white shirt with dark hakama pleats, and she was dressed very casually. But she didn't tie her hair in a bun, but tied her long hair with a square scarf, and when the wind blew, her hair rose with the wind, fluttering and messy. The wearer at the waist is a snow cold sword, and the dense ancient patterns on the scabbard reveal a mysterious and ancient atmosphere in the sun.

About five meters away from Hua Xijin, Hua Qingmo stopped, her eyes slid over the black jade flute she held in her hand without a trace.

"Being able to use the sound technique, Eighth Sister, your life must be very hard during this time!" Hua Qingmo spoke, her voice was gentle and casual, without a trace of affection, and she couldn't hear a little indifference.

"No matter how hard it is, as long as I think that I can break your body into thousands of pieces and relieve the hatred in my heart, I don't feel bitter." Hua Xijin looked at Hua Qingmo, and her tone was extremely soft. She looked at Hua Qingmo, who was close at hand, and her hands couldn't help but clench. "As long as I can kill you, I'm willing to do whatever I want."

"Listening to the eighth sister say this, it seems that these days, you are always thinking about me!" Hua Qingmo's voice is gentle, her words are casual, and her gentle smile has not changed in any way. Her gaze fell on the black jade flute held by Hua Xijin, and she said very directly: "What deal did you make with the Linyue Imperial Family?" ”

The secret transmission technique of the Linyue royal family will definitely not be handed over to an outsider lightly, and Hua Xijin can be like this now, it must be because of their facilitation. After all, there is no one in this world who will help someone for no reason.

"Ji Jin is a weak woman, and the only thing that can be exchanged is this body, which is not as good as the seventh sister, you are not lucky, you will have a glorious life when you meet a nine-thousand-year-old person, Ji Jin is really envious!" Hua Jijin looked at Hua Qingmo's voice becoming more and more soft, but her tone was becoming more and more indifferent. She raised her left hand and attached it to the black jade flute, her slender white fingertips gently caressing the carved patterns on it, and the skin on her hand became more and more condensed against the background of the black jade and dark blue clothes.

After saying this, Hua Xijin lightly hooked her red lips and smeared her lips with bright lip grease, at this time it was as enchanting as a blood-red poppy, deadly, and bewitching.

"However, Ji Jin doesn't like to envy others, so Seventh Sister, you will die today!" After Hua Xijin finished speaking, she quickly lifted the ink jade flute and put it to her lips. The moment the flute sounded, Hua Qingmo was stunned.

What Hua Xijin played this time was not a musical technique, but an ordinary tune. It's just that, in today's situation, why does she play ordinary tunes?

Could it be that she still has to put on a show for herself, and then attack herself?

No, she uses the sound of the flute as a signal to deliver the message.

After realizing that something was wrong, Hua Qingmo didn't make any moves, she was very clear about the shape at this time, and knew that she couldn't walk away lightly.

Sure enough, within a moment, more than a dozen masked men in black night clothes surrounded her, their long swords glowing cold and shining in the sun.

At this time, Hua Xijin stopped playing the flute, looked at Hua Qingmo with murderous intent, and said: "I heard that the seventh sister's martial arts cultivation is extremely high, since this is the case, the seventh sister will play with these people first, before those people arrive." But if the seventh sister doesn't live to that time, don't blame me. ”

After the voice fell, the ink jade flute in Hua Xijin's hand moved, and those black-clothed people quickly attacked Hua Qingmo.

The sword qi was like a sharp wind blade, like a swift wind bolt, surrounding Hua Qingmo from all directions. At this point, Hua Qingmo pulled out the Snow Han Sword and poured the internal force into the sword, and the cold air on the Snow Han Sword floated, weird and dark.

On tiptoes, Hua Qingmo's body rose from the ground like a raging tornado, spinning in the center of the sword qi. All those sword qi were kept out, and they didn't hurt Hua Qingmo in the slightest.

After dodging this attack, the moment they landed, those black-clothed men raised their swords and attacked, and their wonderful light skills made them like black ghosts, constantly shuttling around Hua Qingmo.

The two sides fought, the sword qi flew horizontally, the killing intent floated in all directions, and on the empty flat ground, the dust was raised, and the sound of the long sword meeting was poignant like a lament before death, with the determination to die.

Dozens of rounds later, in Hua Qingmo's hand, the Flowing Cloud Needle shot out, and the silver light floated, and the invisible killing intent was secretly revealed. The black-clothed men in the battle did not expect to be attacked by silver needles, and five or six people were hit by the flowing cloud needles and fell to the ground, unable to fight again for the time being.

The moment the black-clothed people decreased, Hua Qingmo's body moved, like a phantom, constantly shuttling around the black-clothed people, and between the lightning and flint, all the black-clothed people fell to the ground, unable to fight anymore.

"Eighth sister, I'm still alive, I won't blame you." Hua Qingmo glanced at Hua Xijin, took out a silk handkerchief, and gently wiped the remaining blood stains on the Xue Han Sword.

Listening to Hua Qingmo's bland tone, Hua Xijin felt a kind of humiliation and difference. She can't kill Hua Qingmo, she can't compare to Hua Qingmo, and she can't even humiliate Hua Qingmo a little.

Her mother died because of Hua Qingmo, and the man she cared about only had Hua Qingmo in her heart, and her every qiē was ruined because of Hua Qingmo.

Why? Why didn't she do that when she was able to kill Hua Qingmo like pinching an ant to death? If she had done it at the beginning, Hua Qingmo would have disappeared. So now, she will be by the side of the man she cares about, and her parents are alive and well.

Now, however, there is nothing left.

She had nothing left but this life.

Why is there a flower Qingmo? Why?

Hua Xijin clenched her teeth, and the fierce force caused a thin stream of blood to flow between her teeth, staining the white skin on her lips red.

Taking a hard breath, Hua Xijin suppressed the hatred and resentment in her heart, and raised her hand to wipe the blood from her lips. "Seventh sister, you are so smart, you should know a word."

"What?" Hua Qingmo glanced at Hua Xijin and asked.

"There are no eternal friends, no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. In the face of interests, former opponents will become the best allies. Hua Xijin opened her mouth meaningfully, and the smile on the corner of her lips was also far-reaching. She looked up at the blue pure sky, and her voice seemed to be emotional: "I don't know how he will choose?" ”

Hearing Hua Xijin's words, Hua Qingmo's eyes sank slightly. The only person who can make Hua Xijin care about it should be Situ Heng. So, Situ Heng is back here?

However, according to what Hua Xijin said just now, there should be more than Situ Heng who came here. From the words "friend", "enemy", and "interests" in her words just now, you can guess that the people who came should be from the Hua Dynasty and Linyue.

In the distance, the sound of footsteps came, Hua Qingmo's eyes moved slightly, but the footsteps stood in place, without taking half a step. As the footsteps approached, Hua Qingmo still stood in place, without any action.

"Seventh sister, all the people who came here today are acquaintances, and you and I don't have to hide half a point. But this should be the last time we will see each other, and today is either you or I die. Hua Xijin looked in the direction of the comer, and the smile on her lips was slightly deep. Seventh sister, don't you want to take a look? Our old friend. ”

"Friends." Hua Qingmo chuckled, and the messy hair flying up on her forehead covered her gentle but sharp eyes. Turning around, the wind ruffled her hair, and the qiē in front of her became clear. Those familiar figures, like mirrors washed over and over again in the rain, became clearer and clearer.

Situ Yuanche, Situ Heng, Situ Yuanyou, and Chu Yanqian walked with them, but they were far away from Feng Yin and Feng Ye.

Seeing these people, Hua Qingmo was not surprised at all, but felt that it was reasonable. Just looking at these familiar people, unfamiliar expressions, and their slowly approaching figures, Hua Qingmo suddenly felt a kind of lost loss.

If life is only as it first seems.

What was once a qiē can now only be seen in memories. The beauty of the past can only go far away with the progress of time.

The most beautiful is indeed true, but at the beginning.

"Mo'er, I haven't seen you for so long, think I'm gone?" Chu Yanqian is still the same as before, speaking casually and unsubstantiatedly, cynically. He walked up to Hua Qingmo, looked at her, and then pressed his hand on her head. "It's all said, it's better for a woman to pull a bun, why are you disobedient?"

"Obedience depends on who it is." Hua Qingmo stretched out her hand and knocked Chu Yanqian's hand away, and her tone was calm. Looking at the people standing not far away, her hand was attached to the Xue Han Sword without a trace, and her heart was even more vigilant.

Now, the common threat of Hua Dynasty and Linyue is Bai Zixiao, and for the sake of interests, they are very likely to cooperate. And above the territory of the Hua Dynasty, they joined forces to deal with themselves.

"Qingmo doesn't want to beat around the bush, now that they are all here, then be more direct and understand, are you here today to kill me?"