Enchanted? ”

Seeing such a terrifying scene, and seeing the other party's strange qi, Xie Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, he looked at the drizzle above his head, his expression was already moved, and he was very dignified, as if he was facing a great enemy: "Be careful of the rain around him, it is condensed by sword qi, retreat first!" ”

"Retreat? Hehe! ”

I didn't want Murong Qiudi to hear about it, but her pretty face was ruthless, and her eyes were shining. "Since he is already a demon, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, kill me, I don't believe he has three heads and six arms!"

When the Heavenly Venerable Sect members heard this, their eyes were scattered, and they all pulled out their swords and rushed towards Su Qing.

"Murong Qiudi?"

Su Qing's empty eyes suddenly seemed to have a light, blinked twice, and a trace of a smile appeared on a wooden face, the smile was indifferent and ordinary, and the smile was thrilling and terrifying.

With this laugh, the rain lines in the sky actually rolled in unison in the air, turning from the downward momentum into oblique waves, rushing towards the group of Heavenly Venerable Sect members, drenching away.

Wind and rain are common.

But between the ups and downs of the wind and rain, the heavens and the earth have been full of murderous intent, murderous intent, and murderous aura.

The night was dark, stormy, and there were fires in the rain.

But I saw the rain falling diagonally, and falling on the stone, and the stone was full of holes, and it was falling on the wood, and the wood was powdered, and everywhere it passed, everything was like paper paste, and what would happen when it fell on the flesh and blood?

But seeing those Tianzun sect members who rushed to kill, they went up against the wind and rain.

But you can run no more than a few steps.

These people, one by one, all stood on the long street, froze, and then burst out of thousands of blood mist up and down their bodies, just like those people before, as if they were pierced by ten thousand swords, and died in the screams, like hot water pouring ice and snow, the flesh and blood all over their bodies did not disappear in an instant, and they were scattered and annihilated by the countless rain lines, turned into white bones, fell to the ground, and fell to the ground one by one.

Su Qing moved again, his shoulders didn't move, his feet didn't move, he didn't even move his hands, but his whole person seemed to be lifted by the wind, hooked by the rain, like a fallen leaf, his feet were on tiptoe, his green robe was spread, and his toes were sticking to the long street and he floated towards Murong Qiudi, where he passed, a string of shallow splashes were brought out, and the raindrops in the air were all broken like mist.

"Retreat!"

Xie Xiaofeng said again.

That Murong Qiudi smiled stupidly, laughing sadly, laughing like a mad demon. "Are you worried about me?"

Then, she snapped: "Kill me!" ”

Behind him, dozens of Heavenly Venerable Sect members rushed towards Su Qing again.

At the same time, a monstrous cold quietly arose, diffusing the heavens and the earth, and the splashing water suddenly seemed to stop, but it was suspended in the air, no, not stopped, but frozen.

Murong Qiudi was in shock and hatred, she didn't want to be empty in front of her, the wind and rain seemed to be stagnant, her pupils shrank suddenly, but there was one more person in front of her. It was a beautiful face, under the snow and rain, the face seemed to have no blood, crystal clear, like ice, only a pair of cold and smiling eyes seemed to have a little color, looking at her, looking at her, looking at her, the back was full of white hair, like a celestial descendant, just a foot away from her, close as if the next moment can kiss.

"Xie Xiaofeng doesn't pity you, I pity you, leave your whole corpse!"

The words fell, and a slender index finger was already raised and fell, under the horrified gaze of Murong Qiudi, she wanted to move, but her whole body was cold, as if she had been pointed by someone, and became a clay sculpture and wood carving, she could only watch the index finger get closer and closer to her.

But at this time.

Under the rain atmosphere, suddenly heard the sound of the sword, crisp and trembling, a sword had pierced the rain curtain, picked up the rain atmosphere, flew sideways, almost against Murong Qiudi's cheek, the tip of the sword pointed, against the tip of the index finger, blocking its fall.

This is an iron sword, the iron sword is ordinary, but the person holding the sword is unusual, the deadly swordsman, Yan Thirteen.

"Ding!"

The iron sword is on the flesh finger, and I don't want to have Jin Tie Qingming startled.

A sword fell, Yan Shisan took out his sword again, and thirteen swords were out in a row, and the life-killing sword moves were exhausted, and for a while, more than a dozen lightning flashes seemed to appear in the rain curtain, and they passed through the air, only bypassing Murong Qiudi, and stabbing towards Su Qing in front of her.

He stabbed thirteen swords in a row, and changed thirteen moves in a row, but only stabbed the index finger.

At the same time, on one side, there was a sudden Huanghuang sword qi attacking, breaking the wind and snow, the sword qi poured through, the snow curtain rolled to both sides like a curtain, and the long street seemed to have an extra gap, a gap, straight out, rushing towards Su Qing.

"Huh!"

A laugh came out of Su Qing's mouth.

"Boom!"

Above that, there was a thunderclap.

In the flash of thunder and lightning, Su Qing didn't look at it, but the wind and rain on his side suddenly gathered from all directions, just like turning into a curtain of water, circling around, and it turned into a whirlwind water vortex, blocking the sword qi.

At this moment, the surrounding Tianzun Sect members suddenly killed one after another, swords and swords, swords and swords, fists, palm strength, hidden weapons, leg methods, stick methods......

In the midst of the snowstorm and rain, more than 20 people have shot at the same time, wanting to save Murong Qiudi, and many ten people have activated the secret weapon against Su Qing, there are figures everywhere, there is strong wind everywhere, and the rain and snow curtain are like a crumpled cloth, chaotic and disorderly.

But at the same moment, these forces suddenly dispersed again, and the people who jumped up one by one, the people who shot, the people who drew their swords, the people who drew their swords, and the hidden weapons that flew sideways, all of them seemed to be silent.

And the sword under the finger.

Yan Shisan was standing behind Murong Qiudi, he held the sword, only stabbed a sword, his face was already solemn, moved, and his face was full of shock, he had to let go and withdraw the sword, in this world, he had never lost his sword when he encountered the enemy, but now, he let go.

Seeing that the cold light and snow on the iron sword, suddenly, there was a layer of frost, as if it was frozen in the air, if he didn't abandon the sword, I was afraid that he would be like those Tianzun sect members.

Because those people are already dead.

Looking back, the long street was full of people, but these people had become ice sculptures at some point, with a layer of frost on their eyebrows, their faces were bruised, their eyes had long since lost their brilliance, and they died silently, maybe they didn't know how they died, when they died, and no one knew if they were present.

The scene is very weird, this unbelievable cold feat.

The iron sword "banged" and broke inch by inch.

Su Hongxin still raised his index finger, all this seemed to be a long time and a lot of changes, but it was only a blink of an eye.

Murong Qiudi's beautiful eyes widened, her pupils trembled, as if she finally had fear, fear, and fear, everyone around her died, but she didn't die.

But she's also fast.

With a drop of her index finger, he gently touched her delicate white forehead.

"Xie Xiaofeng......"

When life and death were approaching, the woman finally said three words.

Then, those smoky eyes had dimmed, and their souls were broken.

Su Qing retracted his fingers, took a step away, waved his green sleeves, and the people who stood still on the long street shattered one after another in an instant, scattering into ice powder and dust, and looked at it in a blink of an eye.

The long street was instantly deserted and empty, with only a few people.

Yan Shisan, Xie Xiaofeng, and the woman beside Xie Xiaofeng, and Murong Qiudi's corpse.

"Whew!"

The sword qi rushed into the sky, and the snow curtain between heaven and earth seemed to be blown up by a strong wind, rushing towards Su Qing, the snow waves rolled, and the wind and rain poured down.

And at the source of all this, it was Xie Xiaofeng, his face was painful at the moment, his eyes were complicated, he seemed to hate and anger, but there was a kind of struggle, he said in a dumb voice:

"You shouldn't have killed her!"

"Who are you?"

Su Qing's eyes were waveless, he tilted his head, and looked at Xie Xiaofeng, as if he didn't know the person in front of him, if everything he saw in a person's eyes was white bones, and everyone was white bones, how could he tell who was who, but he remembered the sword intent of the other party like a brilliant sun.

Looking at each other, Su Qing's empty eyes suddenly released two brilliant rays of light, which were actually dazzling, turning into sword qi and shooting directly at Xie Xiaofeng.

"You're Xie Xiaofeng, but you want to fight?"

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