The woman couldn't help but let out a coquettish sound, turned over and withdrew her hand, looking down at the wound on her left hand.

Where it touched the bone flute, it lost its shape, turned into curling white smoke, and rose up.

At this moment, Murong Xi's mouth once again silently recited: "West White Tiger." ”

The woman ignored her injured left hand for the time being, her eyes were gloomy, she snorted, her toes touched the ground, and she flew up a foot in the air.

She tried to control Murong Xi's life from above.

Tong Yao looked at Murong Xi worriedly, only to see that he was still not in a hurry, his right hand pinched the trick, and his white figure quickly squatted down, drawing a strange symbol on the ground: "Nan Vermilion Bird." ”

The woman's murderous aura fell vertically from above, but Murong Xi was still squatting on the ground and drawing something.

Tong Yao just wanted to remind him to be careful, but the woman's claws had already touched Murong Xi's back.

I saw a look of joy on her face, and at that moment, the palm of her hand exerted force, wanting to grab Murong Xi's backbone.

But somehow, even Tong Yao didn't see it clearly, and Murong Xi's figure flashed, and he quickly swept aside.

The woman threw herself into the air and plunged her palm into the dirt.

She pulled out her palm angrily, watching Murong Xi escape from her palm so treacherously, she couldn't help but sink in her heart and be furious in her chest.

In the blink of an eye, he conjured a sword in his hand.

She held the sword in her right hand and slashed at Murong Xi, the fierce sword wind made Murong Xi's clothes flutter, and the sound of breaking the air became even stronger.

The woman didn't allow Murong Xi to breathe, and stabbed at Murong Xi with a sword.

Murong Xi's toes wiped on the ground, and he muttered, "Northern Xuanwu." ”

With this sword, the woman stabbed into Murong Xi's chest with precision.

"Murong ......" Tong Yao's voice was strangled in his throat before he could make it.

Bright red blood stains flowed out of Murong Xi's snow-white clothes, staining the sword conjured with resentment.

Tong Yao looked at this scene, her legs were weak for no reason, and she collapsed to the ground all of a sudden.

Is this going to die?

A smug smile appeared at the corner of the woman's mouth.

No matter who it is, it can't stop her!

She smiled in the wind and watched Murong Xi's body fall to the ground.

No, Murong Xi wouldn't lose so easily.

Tong Yao's protest stirred in his chest.

From the moment I met him, he was a perfect person, and just now, there was a confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, how can you die under the sword of the demon?

Tong Yao's hand slowly moved onto the saber at his waist.

If Murong Xi dies here, he will definitely kill this demon, and even if he can't beat her, he will resist desperately.

The woman watched Murong Xi lose under her sword and breathed a sigh of relief.

wanted to draw the sword, but was surprised to find that his sword was deeply inserted into Murong Xi's heart, and he couldn't pull it out.

What's going on? How so?

She exerted all her strength, but the sword did not move at all.

At this time, she saw that the expression on Murong Xi's face changed.

The pain and shock just now were replaced by a faint smile.

Tong Yao watched the changes in the expressions on the faces of the two people from a distance, and didn't know what was going on.

This man, what's going on?

The woman looked at Murong Xi fixedly, obviously a human being, she was stabbed in the heart, how could she still be alive?

Unless...... A strange thought arose in the woman's heart: unless, this man, not human!

As soon as she thought of this, she heard a slight incantation sound from all directions:

"Too up-and-coming stars, strain without stopping; Exorcise evil spirits and restrain charms, protect lives and protect oneself; Wisdom and clarity, peace of mind; The three souls are eternal, and there is no loss of soul. ”