The red plum sword rotated in the palm of his hand, and Fu Yunge held his breath to peek at Mu Xuehua's moves. And seeing that she had already killed her, Fu Yunge no longer hesitated, and immediately pushed forward with his sword, putting in Hao Hao's true anger, absolutely fast!

Seeing the tip of the sword in front of her, Mu Xuehua was stunned. The footsteps were forced to shift, and she took advantage of the situation to withdraw to Fu Yunge's side, dancing the thin sword, and swept down!

Fu Yunge's face was calm, and when she saw that she wanted to attack herself, her true qi instantly flowed into the meridians of her left arm.

Suddenly, at the same time as Mu Xuehua's thin sword was about to fall, the true qi peeled off the veins and escaped, forming a whirring wind force, rushing away the power of the thin sword!

The momentum that suddenly flew away made Mu Xuehua defenseless, her wrist was numb, and the thin sword almost got out of her hand. And Fu Yunge didn't give her half a chance to breathe, turned around and slashed with a horizontal sword, running like a flowing dragon!

Mu Xuehua was shocked, but fortunately she hid on her back in time, relying on the technique of soft bones, she escaped the death of a sword.

Without waiting for Fu Yunge to change her moves, she hurriedly supported the ground with both hands, raised her legs and kicked continuously, and finally kicked Fu Yunge back a few steps and was able to pull away the distance.

But when she got up again, she was covered in fine sweat. She gasped and exhaled, horrified at the progress of the young man's cultivation in front of her.

Fu Yunge is like a storm, without stopping. I saw him pointing at the body of the sword, and the lingering true qi was engulfed, and he turned around and killed again, determined to take Mu Xuehua's life.

Mu Xuehua bit her lower lip anxiously. When she saw the sharp sword that broke the wind, she slid her arm and slid her arm, and several iron darts hidden in her body "sneered" to greet her!

However, Fu Yunge had already been wary. Seeing the hidden weapon flying like a star, he wantonly slashed, and his moves were dripping freely, but he didn't leave any chance for the hidden weapon. With a burst of sonorous and sparkling shattering, Mu Xuehua's hidden weapons were cut into pieces of iron and fell into the grass.

"Poisonous woman, suffer death!"

Fu Yunge slashed diagonally with a sword, true and awe-inspiring, strong and extraordinary. Mu Xuehua was reluctant, and the thin sword was around to protect herself, so she could only retreat in embarrassment.

She originally wanted to wait for Fu Yunge to run out of strength before starting to fight back. But after fighting for a while, she already felt weak all over her body, and Fu Yunge's strength still showed no signs of exhaustion.

Mu Xuehua secretly complained, she didn't expect this young man to be able to force herself to such a point, or she underestimated him.

The mind was slightly divided, and Fu Yunge followed with a sword, and the piercing wind was endless. Mu Xuehua was so frightened that her face was colorless, and she raised her sword to block it, and her twin swords rubbed out a bright silver light.

However, the strong energy made Mu Xuehua, who had not been able to concentrate on it, feel very difficult. The whirring wind was like a giant fist, and the wooden snowflakes were difficult to resist, and they were pushed out of a distance of more than ten steps and fell to the ground.

The distance between the two lengthened again. Mu Xuehua was frightened, her hands trembled so much that she couldn't hold the thin sword at all, and she wanted to touch the hidden weapon on her body, but she couldn't take it out because of the trembling of fear.

She knew that she would never be able to beat this teenager.

However, she hasn't given up on her life yet. Looking around, she wanted to find a way to live, but the unintentional contact with the foreground made her feel like ashes for a moment.

I've been fighting with all my attention just now. She didn't notice at all that all her subordinates had been quietly killed by Poinsettia Plum.

In the grass at this moment, the corpses that fell all over the ground were all her people. The uncurdled blood looked shocking in the dark grass like wet mud.

And Poinsettia Mei, who had just warmed up, was standing beside a tree not far away with her arms crossed at the moment, coldly watching this fight without suspense.

Mu Xuehua has no other thoughts, it seems that there is really only one way to die to greet her.

Fu Yunge raised the sword again. His figure seemed to be stretched extremely tall, and Mu Xuehua shuddered and moved back unconsciously.

"You...... Do you know the sins you have committed?"

Suddenly, when Fu Yunge approached her, he didn't immediately draw his sword, but asked with great solemnity.

Mu Xuehua raised her head in surprise, but dodged as if she was afraid of burning when she was about to make contact with his sight. Fu Yunge's eyes contained the fire of anger, and behind that fire was the tragedy of Pimazhuang that she had caused with her own hands.

"The golden wind peony, the treasure that takes people and saves lives, is a big sin. ”

Fu Yunge said silently. He slowly narrowed his eyes, as if he saw the scarlet that night that burned the entire night sky again.

"It is a great sin to kill a child and cause great grief to his parents. ”

Mu Xuehua's hairs stood on end when she heard this, and her teeth couldn't stop fighting.

"It is a great sin to murder the elderly, to make the old wife lose her husband, the winery has no leader, and the people are deprived of their example. ”

The scene in front of them is vivid, and both of them seem to have returned to the rainy night that night. The wind and rain are endless, and the same darkness is shrouded, but there is no point of hope in sight, and there is only despair like an abyss in front of him.

"Instructed lackeys to slaughter villagers; In addition, there are also Chongdao Cheng eldest brother, the people of the street, and the guards of the merchant halls ......"

"You are guilty of heinous sins, and you are too many to write. ”

In the end, Fu Yunge's eyes were red, and the irrepressible sea of anger was majestic, echoing in his throat painfully.

"Blood debts are paid in blood, and evil is rewarded. What else do you have to say today!"

"Heaven is angry and people are resentful, go to the people you have harmed in the underground, repent!"

Fu Yunge is like an angry tiger at this moment, and the angry flames are rising, attached to a sword!

"Pong" to draw down, leaving no mercy.

However, Mu Xuehua actually dodged half an inch and dodged backwards. But the blade of the sword just cut the clothes on her chest in half, and the delicate flesh color loomed from the scattered clothes, revealing them.