Thinking of Zhao Yi, Ye Tao always had a pimple in his heart, perhaps because she appeared before leaving, but she didn't show up.

And after Zhao Yi left Yongle City, he went all the way to Sangluo until he reached the border of Sangluo.

Looking at the long bridge in front of you, there are two thick iron pillars buried in the hard rock on both sides of the cliff, connected with two wrist-sized iron chains, and the wooden planks are put up, it becomes a long bridge of more than 50 feet, sinking in the middle, concave into a gentle arc, fortunately, the fence is erected on both sides.

Zhao Yi walked on the bridge deck, a little shaky, but it was not in the way, to the center of the pontoon bridge, I always felt that something was wrong, the bridge shook too fast.

Zhao Yi stopped, turned around leisurely, and the person who came did not avoid her, but continued to walk towards her with a sly smile.

"Is it you?" Zhao Yiqing's delicate water raised his eyebrows, and asked with a sense of humor: "After following me for so long, do you want to wait for an opportunity to take revenge?"

He Nan Ghost Immortal was shocked, and then changed to a weird smile, which made the bridge feel more eerie, and it was also like a battlefield full of slaughter.

He and the southern ghost fairy took mechanical steps, approaching step by step, and the gray robe was still a little loose on him, as if there were only white bones in his body.

"Zhao Dahusi, more than 3,000 years have passed since the battle of the clouds, but the old ghost was defeated in your hands, after all, he can't let go, and he always wants to get back the lost face from you" He Nan Ghost Immortal stopped, suddenly clenched his fists, extremely hard, his cuffs trembled, his eyes were blazing staring at Zhao Yi, his tone was sonorous and powerful, and he had made up his mind.

Zhao Yi was shocked by his brute force, and there were indeed many people who dared to say that she would save face, but there was no one who could do it.

"If you can't win against me within a hundred moves, then I won't be accompanied!" Zhao Yi looked at the sky, but he didn't want to keep entanglement with him and delay the trip.

This remark immediately angered the ghost fairy of Henan, who was more like a fierce beast at the moment, but as his resentment accumulated, the surroundings suddenly became gray and gloomy, and a layer of mist was enveloped in him.

Zhao Yi was not in a hurry when she saw this, but after she looked around, she looked forward and disappeared with the Southern Ghost Fairy, and her red clothes revealed her whereabouts all the time.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and Zhao Yi really can't tell which direction the others are, so he has to say tentatively, "You are good at turning the surrounding environment into your protective shield, but this is just telling me that your weakness, if you think that such a clumsy move can win me Zhao Yi, it is too naïve." ”

There was silence all around, only this muddy black fog like black mud, Zhao Yi's hand appeared as soon as the light appeared, and Xue Yueyin was already in his hand.

There was a dull rumbling sound behind him, and he didn't know what he had done with the Southern Ghost Fairy.

The snow moon in Zhao Yi's hand kept waving, listening to the sound approaching, seizing the opportunity to strike back, there was a "ding" sound in the black fog, and the sparks flashed, followed by the sound of the blade falling to the ground, Zhao Yi gritted his teeth and played a tune leisurely.

The sound of the flute was poignant, sharp and awe-inspiring, and the notes that floated out of the sound hole were like rain, but they were colorful, floating into the air like a rainbow.

A cloud of true qi that seemed to be absent lingered beside Zhao Yi, like a moonlight, protecting people in the middle.

After a while, the black fog gradually dissipated, Zhao Yicai put down the flute, and the southern ghost fairy suddenly prostrate, swept his legs, and a gust of wind blew, as if to push people down, Zhao Yi turned over backwards with a spirit, and avoided it safely, but unexpectedly hooked the corner of the mouth of the southern ghost fairy, and pushed over with a palm of true qi, hitting Zhao Yi's heart without any deviation.

The pain made Zhao Yi snort, this palm qi hit me like this, I felt that my feet suddenly left the ground, and before I could respond, I hit the railing behind me, and I felt bad, and I actually planted the bridge with my head up in an instant.

Seeing this, the ghost fairy with a smile on his face stood up like a monster, and hurriedly ran over with his feet tossed to see if the person had really fallen.

But as soon as he lowered his head and looked at the place where Zhao Yi fell, his smiling face had not changed, and a red light flashed underneath.

No, that's a stick.

"Ah~"

Before he could blink his eyes, he was hit in the left eye by the "stick", let out a miserable scream, and covered his red and swollen eyes and retreated.

Seeing Zhao Yi climbing over the fence and standing on the bridge deck, he deliberately increased his strength, shaking the bridge body, and Nan Ghost Fairy covered his painful left eye, and his right eye was a little blurred, and he stumbled and sat on the bridge.

Pointing at Zhao Yi, he was angry, and he couldn't stammer, "You, you ......"

Zhao Yi showed a smile, looked at the ghost fairy with slanted eyes, and asked with a deliberate smile: "Compared with the ghost fairy, how is my strength?"

He Nan Ghost Fairy was angry in his heart, but he couldn't lose his momentum, he snorted coldly, put his hand down, revealed his red and swollen left eye, and straightened up.

"For such a disgraceful sneak attack, Zhao Dahu is also a good one!"

Zhao Yi chuckled and replied to the question, "How does the song "Chasing the Wind" sound, I won't fight with ghosts and immortals today."

He Nan Ghost Fairy squinted his eyes slightly, wondering what new tricks this girl could not achieve? I only heard Zhao Yi say euphemistically: "Why don't you listen to the ghost fairy again "Leaving the Soul"?"

The banter in Zhao Yi's eyes became stronger, and she was full of self-confidence, and she was far away from her, and she couldn't stop her. Henan Ghost Immortal was already trembling when he heard "Leaving the Soul", "Leaving the Soul" was played with the snow moon chant, which can bewitch people's hearts, and the battle of Yunxiao could not win in the end, and the reason was that Zhao Yi's song "Leaving the Soul" controlled most of the little immortals, which weakened the strength of the immortal faction.

Seeing that this Zhao Yi was protected by a force, but she couldn't get close, she watched her put Xue Yueyin to her mouth and blew a tune.

The flute sounded slowly, and the southern ghost fairy only felt that his soul seemed to be out of his body, flying to the clouds, and lying comfortably in the white clouds.

It's hallucinations, hallucinations. He Nan Ghost Fairy reminded himself over and over again, but he still couldn't control himself, closed his eyes, as if he saw the willows clinging, gently brushing the surface of the lake, two white swans playing in the water, suddenly inciting their wings to beat the water, and suddenly burrowing their heads into the water.

The surface of the water rippled in a circle, and the southern ghost fairy blossomed happily in the illusion, but after a while, the lake suddenly flooded, and the waves rolled towards him.

The Henan ghost fairy on the shore lifted his clothes in a panic and left the lake in a panic, and the lake suddenly turned into a white python, chasing him.

He Nan Ghost Fairy's heart was half cold, and suddenly his feet trembled, and he returned to reality, and his scalp was still numb when he thought of that picture.

Looking at Zhao Yi again, the fear in his heart was even worse, Zhao Yi's true qi exploded all over his body, the picture was too real, and the moment he saw the Southern Ghost Immortal, the python rushed to his side with the surging tide.

He Nan Ghost Fairy was shocked, when was he so afraid of the python, just because, just because he had a relationship with a white snake when he was young, this white snake was his last lover, and it also became his nightmare, but how did this Zhao Yi know that this white python was his nightmare?

I didn't have time to think about it, I kept telling myself in my mind that this was all an illusion, and Nan Ghost Fairy closed his eyes tightly, out of sight and out of mind, but before he opened his eyes, he intuitively felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and even spread to his chest, it was really a feeling of being cut by a knife.

It turned out that Zhao Yi saw that the person closed his eyes, and Xue Yueyin in his hand drew a qi blade, cutting through his chest, but it was only a skin wound, and he was killed.

He Nan Ghost Fairy stared at the blood dripping on the wooden bridge board, stunned, and after a while, his lips began to turn white, and his face was like ash.

"Seemingly, lost again. If you want to kill, you have to listen to it. He Nan Ghost Immortal's eyes were blank, and his heart was sad and desolate, and he was humiliating himself.

Zhao Yi shook his head, with a little regret and lamentation, and the hand holding Xue Yueyin naturally hung down, elegant and imposing.

"This is the second time this song has been used against you, and the original intention of creating "Leaving the Soul" was not to let others use it for me, nor to let the opponent be slaughtered by me, I just didn't want him to go against me."

Henan Ghost Fairy suddenly raised his head, and inexplicably saw the vicissitudes of an old man's appearance, Zhao Yi was shocked, his voice stopped abruptly, and he tried to ask: "If you fight again today, can the previous hatred be over?"

"Is there a loser who still has the right to choose? ”

He Nan Ghost Fairy's voice became hoarse and old at the moment, and it sounded old, it should have been like this, but it sounded infinitely sad and sad.

Zhao Yi knew in her heart that whatever she said at the moment was superfluous, so she turned around, and her black hair swirled and walked in a chic manner.

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