Yu Huaji shuttled wet and then on the rugged rocky beach, and there were constantly droplets of water on her face. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The vivid red dress turned a deep red color, clinging to her body because of the dampness, exposing her beautiful curves.

The body is wet, this is undoubtedly not a comfortable experience, Yu Huaji frowned, and the little aura left in her body was like a swimming dragon swimming on the surface of her body.

A cloud evaporated, the white mist gradually dissipated, and her clothes were dried and restored to their original state, and not even a trace of wrinkles could be seen.

As a Daomen saintess, grooming and demeanor are very important things to pay attention to, which represents the image of Daomen, after many years of habit, no matter what kind of situation, Yu Huaji has developed the habit of not losing her temper, maybe it is because of the identity of the Daomen saint, maybe because of the natural beauty of girls.

This is also the reason why she can always maintain that temperament like a hollow valley orchid, ethereal and noble.

Stepping out of the water, there are trees in front of the rocky beach, and the trees are pitch black, as if they hide countless dark and filthy things.

Yu Huaji raised her head and looked in the direction of the collapse of the Tianshan Mountain, her eyebrows frowning slightly.

She remembered the unbelievable experiences she had said she had gone through, and then took a deep breath to calm her mind.

The Heavenly Tomb was torn apart, the Tianshan Mountain collapsed, these shocking things aside, she was now more concerned about where she was and whether there were others in her surroundings.

Falling from a height of tens of thousands of meters, fortunately she fell into the North Sea, which can be buffered by the seawater, but even so, she still fell and almost fainted, and finally came back to her senses, and returned to the shore before the monsters in the sea gathered.

In other words, she is in a very bad state now, if she encounters any strong people, she is likely to reproduce the scene of being assassinated in the tomb of Yubei, and at this time, no one can stand in front of her and block all the attacks and killings for her.

She pulled out the holy maiden sword in the sheath behind her back, and the golden blade emitted a faint glow, and landed on the ground near the rocky beach, lighting up the forest not far away, and it seemed to have a little more security.

After all, the Daomen Holy Maiden Sword is a top-notch divine weapon, and when she holds it in her hand, a warm breath is transmitted from the palm of her hand, and the divine golden glow of warding off evil spirits is sprinkled on her cheeks, making her face seem to be coated with a layer of gold dust, which looks sacred and inviolable, and makes all evil demons retreat.

Holding the divine sword tightly, Yu Huaji's gaze returned to calm, just like her usual look, like a pool of autumn water, Gu Bo was not shocked.

She walked towards the forest, her two exquisite red boots were the one hundred and eighth red cloud boots on the list of famous weapons in the North Sea, but in the process of falling into the sea from a height of tens of thousands of meters, these two boots with amazing defense were directly torn into pieces by the violent sea water and impact after making contact with the sea water, so she could only choose to walk between the dirty dirt with her snow-white feet at the moment.

Because she was not used to the feeling of walking barefoot, Yu Huaji's brows furrowed into Sichuan characters, but she was not a person who would complain, she would only accept everything quietly, while thinking about her next actions.

In the foothills of the Tianshan Mountains, she and Wang Zijian were originally fighting in pairs, but suddenly encountered a big change, she came to these newborn islands dotted around, so I believe that the sword idiot in black clothes and black iron swords is the same, if it is very unfortunate that he also came to this island, then it may be very bad.

This is a jungle, a mountain, and even if they are all people who have lost their strength, she doesn't think she can defeat the prince sword here.

The sword idiot's sword path is sharpened between life and death, and she is different, she is the holy daughter of the Daomen, except for the tomb in Yubei, she has never experienced any desperate situation and danger, on one side is the peony flower in the greenhouse, and on the other hand is the cold winter plum, this is a high judgment, she really can't be very confident in herself, even if even the Tianchen Dao people rank her in front of the prince's sword.

Footsteps sounded in the forest ahead.

Very steady footsteps, hearing this sound, Yu Huaji stopped her steps and stopped in place, her two eyebrows looked more like two sharp sword qis, and her eyes gradually became cold.

She was in a terrible state now, unless she met a disciple of the Dao Sect or someone she could rest assured of, anyone could become an assassin who was eyeing her, this experience had already happened once in the past, and it almost cost her life, so she had to be vigilant now.

Several murderous sword intent filled the air, and then several shrubs blocking the way were cut open, and green leaves scattered all over the ground.

Yu Huaji was very familiar with these killing intents, so she also understood who it was.

Wang Zijian held the plain black iron sword, walked out of the forest, and then turned his head to look at Yu Huaji.

Looking at this barefoot Daomen saintess, Wang Zijian's eyes showed a few hints of surprise, obviously he was only a chance encounter, and he noticed the fluctuation of someone's aura here, so he came over to take a look, who would have thought that he would bump into the person he wanted to kill?

Judging from the length of the breath, it can be easily judged that Wang Zijian's current state is much better than Yu Huaji.

is also falling from a height of tens of thousands of meters, the prince sword obviously has the means to press the bottom of the box, so he was not too injured, and he is already good at life and death fighting, he meets Yu Huaji, who is not good at this kind of brutal killing, and he can almost see at a glance which is stronger and which is weak.

Yu Huaji's gaze was calm, and she clenched the hilt of the Holy Maiden's sword.

Those golden lights were obviously not as dazzling as before, but they could barely be regarded as stable and powerful, and the sword intent full of divine aura permeated the surrounding forests.

Countless dead leaves and gravel were gradually cut silently in these sword intents, turning into debris stone powder on the ground.

She arched herself, ready to draw her sword.

Wang Zijian didn't speak, she was as calm as Yu Huaji, and she didn't have any facial expressions, and she couldn't even see the smugness of her obvious advantage.

This represents that he is in a state of full concentration at the moment, he is focused on the battle in front of him, and will not show any emotion, not only because he has given Yu Hongyi enough respect, but also because this is the end and end of many years of grudges for him, so he has to be serious and have to go all out.

The sword idiot in this state is the most powerful and terrifying.

The sword intent around Wang Zijian was even more awe-inspiring and murderous, and it suppressed the sacred and solemn aura around Yu Huaji almost instantly.

Dozens of silver-white sword qi appeared out of thin air, levitating above his head, looking like arrows.

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, dense, and the tip of the sword was aimed at the golden light in the darkness.

It's full of the flavor of a battle of fate. (To be continued.) )