The ink-colored hair flew wildly, and a pair of silver leaf-shaped pendants on the earrings were driven by the hair, the silver luster, the ink-colored fluttering, the sharp eyes, and the bloodthirsty full bow, a sharp "search", with the arrogance of stepping through thousands of troops, turning the bloodthirsty smell in the night, suddenly like a fierce beast rushing straight to the immortal true monarch.

Immortal Zhenjun's small body trembled, his eyes were gloomy with despair, and he couldn't break free at all with this fierce arrow, so he could only stand there and let it be slaughtered.

The beautiful face in the night, the bloodthirsty expression, the cold attitude, and the skillful killing method reminded him of a person rumored in the rivers and lakes, and his eyes stared at the boss in disbelief, until there was a tingling pain in his chest, and a skeleton was bubbling out with a crimson and pungent smell of blood.

And the bow and arrow that broke through the momentum of thousands of troops and horses, the force directly penetrated his body, and the sharp and solemn bow and arrow hit the trunk of the big tree behind him, and with a "snap", the big tree cracked directly from the middle. Straight down in half.

Immortal Zhenjun looked at his chest, and then at Feng Zhuyue, who was fierce on the branches, until the last moment of death, he didn't understand what kind of devil he had provoked.

"You...... You are...... Demon...... Magic ......"

With a "whoosh", a silver needle with a silver luster pierced directly into his Heavenly Spirit Acupoint, and his words were all stuck in his throat, and the moment he fell down, he immediately turned into a cloud of smoke and dissipated.

The string of dark brown beads in his hand fell off his wrist, Feng Zhuyue jumped off the tree briskly, came to the place where the Immortal True Monarch died, and picked up the string of beads that did not disappear with the Immortal True Monarch's disappearance, this thing must be some magic weapon, otherwise people can't even keep the spar after death, how did this string of beads stay?

Put the beads in your treasure bag, and maybe you can use them later.

At this time, Yi Qingfeng suddenly woke up slowly, and from the one or two shimmers in the corners of his eyes, he saw that Feng Zhuyue was standing there very heroically, her body was straight as loose, her temperament was like a rainbow, and her body was full of qi, obviously she was wearing a flowing white long dress, but with a weird black and thick devilish atmosphere.

When he fixed his eyes and wanted to take a closer look, Feng Zhuyue had already come to his side, his face had returned to softness, and he asked with concern, "Are you awake?" ”

Yi Qingfeng's current physical condition is no longer at all, and the torture he suffered from the poisoning just now has disappeared without a trace in an instant, he doesn't care about his body at all now, but the little bit of his white horse that he passed through the gap just now.

"Yue'er, you ......"

He wanted to open his mouth and ask Feng Zhuyue where the Immortal True Monarch went, how could he let them go so easily? Feng Zhuyue was still standing here intact, and he suddenly understood that she was a person with secrets, and she didn't want people to know her secrets.

The latter words, he swallowed it all in his belly, and since she didn't want people to know, she wouldn't tell him if he asked. In that case, why don't he be smart and don't ask anything.

Shaking his head slightly, with a soft smile on his handsome face: "It's okay, as long as you're safe." ”