"Do you want to capture her to threaten the Thousand Cloud Sect? It's really a good calculation! ”

Ying Ziluo lowered his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth outlined a trace of arc.

"yes, you're so smart, but how do you know you can catch her?"

If she hadn't given him a chance, would he have thought he would have succeeded?

It's just a clown, but ......

The pain that came from the body, Ying Ziluo rarely wanted to kill someone.

But it's not time yet!

At such a big price, she needs to be paid enough, otherwise she doesn't mind slaughtering the world.

The art of the three-element demon, the devil is born from the heart.

At the moment, she is the devil.

And her plans are just getting started.

The blood-stained white clothes stepped into the void again, and their black hair flew, as if the Nine Demon Heads had descended from hell.

However, the white-clothed figure disappeared into the void in an instant, as if even the space was directly folded, leaving no waves.

The elder of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that an old face instantly became serious, like a demon crawling out of hell: "You still want to run?" That also requires you to have the ability to do so. ”

The fighting qi of the whole body surged instantly, and the air was torn into a rumbling sonic boom, and the huge momentum chased away, leaving only the elders of the Liuyun Sect and the Elders of the Blood Sword Sect who looked at each other.

Both of them were extremely fast, and in an instant, there was no trace of anything left in the original sky.

Seeing that both of them had disappeared, the Elder of the Liuyun Sect stopped the offensive in his hand and glanced at the Elder of the Blood Sword Sect, the two of them glanced at each other and found that they were also unclear, but they had a common understanding, that is:

Big trouble!

It's not a day or two since the Thousand Cloud Sect and the Ten Thousand Souls Sect don't deal with each other, but they haven't reached the point where they have drawn their swords against each other, but now, ......

The elders of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect actually attacked the young sect master of the Thousand Clouds Sect!

That is the young sect master of the Thousand Clouds Sect and the future heir of the Thousand Clouds Sect.

How could the Thousand Cloud Sect be willing to give up?

I can't make it a bloody storm that swept through the four major middle gates and the two empires, and this is the beginning!

What a sin!

Both of them glanced at each other and understood what each other was thinking, and then they no longer stopped blocking the beast tide, and directly rose into the air, directly went to find the disciples of their own sect, and brought them back to the sect.

What an eventful time!

In this big battle, it's better for them not to participate!

……

And at this moment, Ying Ziluo, who fled in a hurry in the eyes of others, was walking leisurely in the void.

But even if you stroll, it's almost like moving space, one step at a time, a hundred meters away.

Ying Ziluo raised his eyes and looked at the person behind him who seemed to be unable to catch up, and stopped from time to time to wait for a while.

And the elder of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect completely lost the smugness he had at the beginning at this time, looking at the white figure in front of him, which was not far away, and majestic anger gushed out from his chest.

"Young Sect Master of the Thousand Cloud Sect, wait for you to fall into my hands, see how I clean you up."

The winner walked around the courtyard like a dog, walking the elders of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect like a dog.

She's not in a hurry, she has time to play with him.

I just like the way you can't get used to me and can't kill me, and you are so angry that you grit your teeth.

It's like collecting interest.

The golden wuxi fell, the jade rabbit rose eastward, and in the blink of an eye, the stars in the sky had quietly scattered in the night sky, competing with the stars.

The elder of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect was already out of breath at this time, looking at the figure in front of him, which was always not far away, he gritted his teeth in anger, but there was nothing he could do.

Obviously she's just a yellow-haired girl, how can she run so well?

It's been nearly three hours, and he's survived all the dignified battles, but the one in front of him is still hanging unhurriedly as far as his eyes can see.

Won't it ......

The elder of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect was instantly taken aback by his own flash of inspiration.

No, no, it can't be!

If that's the case, how could she not be stabbed by his sword, but ......

Looking up, the figure that looked like a ghost fire in the night sky, the elder of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

No, it can't go on like this!

In an instant, the elder of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect actually stopped chasing and turned around to run.

But how could Luo, who had already noticed his win, let him get his wish?

At this time, the golden wuxi fell, and the moon rabbit rose eastward, giving the entire earth a faint soft light, and the soft moonlight looked at the eyes of the elders of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect with awe-inspiring murderous intent.

The ghost-like figure in white suddenly floated in front of him, his face was like a bright moon, and a pair of starry eyes reflected a faint moonlight, as bright as stars, but the scarlet blood stains on the white clothes that were not stained with fine dust were stained, but there was nothing wrong with it, it was still as gorgeous as the white sun, but it was a little more evil.

The corners of Ying Ziluo's mouth slightly hooked a graceful arc, but it seemed that the hellish god of death was asking for his life: "What? Stab me with a sword and want to leave? ”

Seeing that he was blocked, the elders of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect knew that they couldn't leave easily, and an old man's face instantly turned vicious.

"Look for death!"

The sharp sword light was mixed with the sky, stabbing towards the winner like a long rainbow through the sun.

however

'Poof'

The expected sound of the long sword entering the flesh did not come, but the sharp pain from behind made him come back to his senses in an instant.

An already old face was instantly wrinkled into a chrysanthemum, blood spurted out of its mouth, and a human-loving hell flower bloomed in the moonlight.

Ying Ziluo let go of his hand lightly, as if he was dirty, and took out a white square towel and carefully wiped his plain white fingers.

The moonlight was hazy, and Ying Ziluo wiped his fingers clean one by one with a white scarf.

A man beside him had a long sword stuck in his chest, his rich blue robe was stained with blood, and his eyes were wide and staring at her like a vicious dog.

As if he had finally wiped his fingers clean, Ying Ziluo raised his head and said lightly: "How does the sneak attack taste?" ”

"You ......"

The elder of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect tried to raise a finger and pointed it at her, but he swallowed it before he could finish a word.

A pair of round eyes on the old face stood out extraordinarily.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret!

He didn't understand until he died, how could he be so powerful when he was just a yellow-haired girl, and quietly killed him with the most ordinary moves of a sword.

Obviously, his body can't even be broken by an ordinary fighting king!

Ying Ziluo casually threw the square scarf in her hand, and it was like a moon god descending under the hazy moonlight, but at this moment she frowned and looked at the long sword on the corpse's chest.

This... Do you want to get it back?

But what if it feels dirty?

Forget it, she doesn't lack a sword in Yingziluo, don't want it, it's too dirty!

If the elder of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect knew that Ying Ziluo was so disgusted with a sword that killed him, I don't know if he would die as a deceitful corpse?

But he won't know, because he's completely dead!

Under the hazy night sky, Ying Ziluo was dressed in white and snow, but the placket on his chest was stained with a large amount of blood, like a bewitching flower blooming on the other side, feeding on blood.

Above the void, the corners of Ying Ziluo's mouth curled, and his starry eyes looked into the distance.

There was a black figure there, even sitting cross-legged like a javelin.

The next moment, the white figure in the void swayed suddenly, and its figure fell from the sky like a goose feather.

Ying Ziluo completely restrained his strength, let the breeze blow, and slowly fell to the ground, and the place where he fell was the place where the black figure was.

"Ye Xiao, the stage prepared for you has been built, and you are the protagonist!"

……

A full moon in the sky exudes a faint moonlight, surrounded by stars, emitting a brilliant light, as if it wants to compete with this round of full moon.

The bright light of the fire banished the darkness of the night in the Tianyuan Secret Realm, and at the same time illuminated the surroundings.

The faint light of fire reflected Ye Xiao's face, making his resolute face a little softer, and the roars of the demonic beasts around him were bright and could not be expelled.

In this dangerous Tianyuan secret realm, Ye Xiao had to be cautious, and one wrong step was an abyss.

Adding a handful of firewood to make the fire brighter, Ye Xiao sat cross-legged and began to run the fighting spirit of his body.

Cultivation is not a simple matter, it requires perseverance and unremitting efforts.

Now it's only been less than a month, he is already a peak fighter, if he is known by outsiders, he will definitely praise a genius, but this is far from enough for him, his target is the figure who sits indifferently in white.

Since he divorced that day, he has not forgotten his cultivation at any moment, not only to be the pride of his father, but also to those who used to sneer at him in the face, but more importantly, to prove to that person that he is also excellent, and it is not useless as outsiders say.

After a moment of thought, Ye Xiao had already settled, and the soft moonlight with a faint firelight slowly outlined his voice. The majestic fighting spirit is circulating all around, growing little by little.

Time passed little by little, and Ye Xiao's fighting spirit was also growing little by little, although it was very weak, but it was accumulated over time, dripping through stones, and it should not be underestimated.

Suddenly.

A sound of breaking the air came from above, and Ye Xiao instantly tensed his body and looked up.

I saw a white figure falling towards him.

That... It seems to be a person.

And the figure was so familiar.

Suddenly, he saw the delicate face that looked like white jade in the moonlight.

Win Zi Luo?

How so? He was startled by his chance glance.

Thinking of the figure sitting indifferently on the high platform in the daytime, he shook his head, how could it be her!

However, before he could come up with the result, the white figure in the void had already fallen in front of him.

Dressed in white and snow, he slowly fell from this dim world, dazzling white, like a moon god who accidentally fell from the sky.

Ink hair flies, and the night elves dance between the dark heaven and earth.

What is frightening is that on the white clothes that are not stained with dust, there are large blood stains on the placket on the chest, and the starry eyes that are looking forward to the brilliance are tightly closed, just letting the breeze fall from the void.

The surroundings seemed to be an endless abyss, and the slowly falling body of the white figure seemed to be about to fall into an infinite hell.

Ye Xiao's eyes widened, unbelievable, it was really her, Ying Ziluo!

She was actually injured?

Who is in her power, and who can hurt her?

However, now is not the time to think about these.

Between the lightning and flint, Ye Xiao's fighting spirit surged in an instant, one of his feet slammed into the ground, and he stepped out of a pit in an instant, and the next moment his figure had already burst out in an instant, rushing towards the direction where the white figure fell.