Yue Nu Sword Han Xiaoying, Tianshu Xing Wuzi, eighteen years of hatred, today after all, I have to make a decision. ◢ with ◢ dream ◢ small ◢ .lā

The two peerless masters confronted each other head-on, and the aftermath of the scattering completely flattened everything within a radius of 100 zhang, and the faint energy that emanated made countless masters inside and outside Yanjing City tremble.

In the middle of a wood.

is also dressed in snow-white clothes, white clothes are better than snow, and her appearance is more like the birth of a fairy in the sky, but the temperament on her body is like the two daughters standing side by side with ice and fire, perceiving a trace of murderous aura transmitted from the void in the distance, and the two daughters can't help but raise their eyebrows like powder.

And behind the second daughter, there are also several figures.

One is Huang Rong in a goose yellow shirt, the other is Li Mochou in white, and the last one is a divine eagle who has not reappeared for many years.

But compared with more than ten years, today's Condor has changed greatly.

More than ten years ago, because the Condor was too bloated, a pair of wings degenerated, fell to the ground, and could not fly, and a huge sarcoma was highlighted on the forehead due to eating too much Bodhisattva snake.

But now, the sarcoma is gone, the bloated figure has regained its slenderness, the feathers are like daggers slanted into the sky, and a pair of wings are even cooler and more handsome, ready to fly into the sky at any time.

"He's reaping the seeds that were planted 18 years ago." After pondering for a while, sensing that the murderous aura and battle intent coming from a distance gradually dissipated, Lin Chaoying turned his head slightly, looked at his mentor, Wang Yuyan, and said in a cold tone.

Wang Yuyan smiled slightly and said, "Aren't you worried about your husband?" According to the little Taoist priest of Sanssouci, the Yue Goddess Sword had a very glorious history in the Spring and Autumn Period, can he really withstand it? ”

Lin Chaoying said indifferently: "But that was more than a thousand years ago, not now, today's Han Xiaoying, and not the Yue Nu Aqing of the past." ”

"If Yue Nu Ah Qing is alive, maybe I will still be worried, but even if Han Xiaoying pours this set of divine swords with hatred, he will never be able to threaten him!"

In the end, a trace of firmness crossed in Lin Chaoying's beautiful eyes like stars.

Wang Yuyan nodded thoughtfully, and chuckled: "Yes, I even doubt that Han Xiaoying can force out the true ability of Wuwuzi." ”

"Absolutely not." Lin Chaoying said categorically.

She has enough confidence in the person next to her pillow!

………………

Bang!

Under the terrifying handover, everything within a radius of 100 zhang was flown up, and the lake at the feet of Zhu Hefeng and Han Xiaoying was buried by the dust kicked up by the two of them.

Today, the land has become so soft that it can be sown without even ploughing.

And in the boundless dust, two figures appeared.

Poof!

The slender halberd was pulled out mercilessly, and Zhu Hefeng was covered in nothing, not even a little dust, as if everything was nothing to him.

And in front of him, Han Xiaoying's hands, which had only broken the sky and the sun, had now cracked out blood marks, and the miserable white bones were exposed.

On top of the towering peak, a hideous and terrifying hole emerged, which could be seen from the front chest all the way to the back, and the snow-white skin was exposed.

It's just that her heart has disappeared.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

The crisp applause sounded, Zhu Hefeng looked at Han Xiaoying with admiration, his palms clapped, and he said with even more admiration:

"Is this the real Yue Goddess Sword? It's not easy, it's really satisfying, very satisfying! ”

"You!" Han Xiaoying's beautiful eyes showed a hint of disbelief, and she protected her last breath with her last strength.

"For ...... Why? I...... I'm still ...... Can't kill you? ”

Zhu Hefeng smiled slightly, clenched his fists, and made a cheering gesture to Han Xiaoying, and said: "That's just that your Yue Nu Sword has not yet been cultivated at home, remember to come to me for revenge after practicing in the next life, rest assured, I support you!" ”

At the end, there was a slight smile on that frivolous face.

"You!" Zhu Hefeng's expression is tantamount to the most ironic blow to Han Xiaoying, who has been thinking about seeking revenge on him all the time in the past eighteen years.

In an instant, Han Xiaoying, who had only her last breath left, was no longer able to stand up, her beautiful eyes rolled, and she fell to the sky.

This strange woman, who was silent for eighteen years at the end of the Eight Monsters in Jiangnan in the past, just to avenge her seven brothers, finally went to accompany her seven brothers.

But in those beautiful eyes that were about to dissipate, there was only indifference.

At the last moment, there was no hatred in her heart, only the welcome of death!

"Alas," Zhu Hefeng looked at Han Xiaoying's body lying there, and suddenly sighed heavily, "It turns out that no matter who you are, you can't get rid of this day after all." ”

"What is the meaning of everything in the world?"

Boom! Before the words fell, his footsteps stepped heavily on the ground, turning up countless dusts and landing on Han Xiaoying's body.

In the blink of an eye, a small mound was formed.

"Huh." After doing all this, Zhu Hefeng's face was no longer sad, only indifferent, and even stretched out a hand and shook it at the tomb.

"Han Nuxia, goodbye." As he spoke, he strode away.

………………

Rumble!

A seven-foot-long halberd weighing more than eighty catties bombarded a hill outside the Baizhang battlefield with a loud bang.

The entire hill was completely shattered on the spot under the supreme power of the Xuantie War Halberd, and at the same time, a miserable scream also fell into the ears of the young man.

"Ahh

Behind the hill, a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a gray-black Taoist robe and full of energy appeared, above his chest, dripping with blood, but it was still a little bit worse than his heart.

"The younger generation Quanzhen teaches Ma Yu and meets the seniors of Wuwuzi." The person hiding behind this hill to watch the battle was none other than Ma Yu, the head of the Seven Sons of Quanzhen.

Ma Yu's face turned pale, and he came to the front of Sanssouci and said respectfully.

Sanssouci looked at him sharply, making Ma Yu feel that he had no place in front of the other party, but he smiled in his mouth:

"What are you doing hiding? Why don't you come out and see it? It's better to go back and tell you the old immortal master, how much has my worry-free son improved over the years? ”

"The seniors are serious, but the juniors will never dare." When Ma Yu heard this, he trembled, a little cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he said in a trembling voice.

Carefree smiled and patted Ma Yu's shoulder, and said, "Do you dare, you know it in your heart, and I know it in my heart." ”

"Go back and tell Wang Chongyang, I'll wait for him!"