The person who blocked Lu Pingyuan's sword qi turned out to be a stunning woman!

She held a blood-red oil-paper umbrella, standing under the moonlight, gently blocking the fierce sword qi, and her elegant posture actually carried a hint of dust. [Full text reading]

"Blood Red Oil Paper Umbrella, the killer of Blood Valley!"

Wei Wuji suddenly remembered that on the snowy night in Chifeng City, he met the female killer and what Bai Wanjun told him.

The sound of a series of long swords striking each other, the woman held a red oil-paper umbrella in one hand, and held a sword in the other hand to fight with Lu Pingyuan. The woman's martial arts are very strange, with the buoyancy of the oil-paper umbrella, her feet do not touch the ground, the tip of the sword is a little cold, and she flickers and flickers, turning into plum blossoms and attacking the other party.

"This woman from the Blood Valley is the second rank of the Derivation Period, and Lu Pingyuan will suffer. Wei Wuji observed the woman's strength and said secretly in his heart.

"Hou Ye Qiao, a certain family came to take your life, and the guards around you are dead, but there are no arrows to help you this time!" The ghost-faced wolf stepped forward and ran towards Hou Ye Qiao.

"Wei, Wei Gongzi, help!" Qiao Houye and Qiao Ting hid together, shouting to Wei Wuji for help.

Wei Wuji's figure moved, dodging in front of the ghost-faced wolf.

"Who are you, aren't you afraid of death?" the ghost-faced wolf asked sharply as he looked at Wei Wuji.

Wei Wuji didn't answer, he grabbed it in one step, drew his sword with his right hand, and slammed a sword to attack and kill him.

The ghost-faced wolf swung his sword and pounced, and with a loud bang, the long sword in his hand flew out of his hand and was nailed to the pillar of the hall, and the hilt of the sword still shook to itself.

The difference in strength between the two was too great, Wei Wuji more than doubled the opponent, and let the opponent's long sword get out of his hand with one move.

Qiao Hou Ye and Qiao Ting, who were hiding behind, didn't know Wei Wuji's strength, and when they saw the ghost-faced wolf pounce on them, the despair in their hearts reached its peak. Suddenly, when he saw Wei Wuji's long sword shot and defeated the other party with one move, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

The ghost-faced wolf was horrified in his heart, he got the news that two sect disciples had come to the Zhuhou Mansion, but he didn't expect that there was a cultivator of such strength as Wei Wuji, so in a panic, he hurriedly retreated.

Wei Wuji didn't give the other party any chance to slow down, his body approached like a ghost, his fingertips shone a little lightning, and he attacked and killed the past with one finger.

The ghost-faced wolf hurriedly stretched out his hand to parry, and a bolt of lightning pierced into the palm of the ghost-faced wolf, and boom! The ghost-faced wolf let out a miserable scream, the meridians of the arm were destroyed, and it exploded from the inside, and the skin rolled outward, and it was immediately bloody.

Wei Wuji swung down with a sword, and the ghost-faced wolf fell to the ground and died.

At this time, the Blood Valley woman was also like a rainbow, and the oil-paper umbrella swung away Lu Pingyuan's long sword, and a sword penetrated into the opponent's body. Lu Pingyuan screamed, his body flew backwards, his feet were unstable, he staggered and fell, just in front of Wei Wuji.

"Help, save me......"

Lu Pingyuan stretched out his hand and asked Wei Wuji for help. He was arrogant, he never expected to ask Wei Wuji for help, but at this time, it was no longer the time to save face, only Wei Wuji could save his life on the scene.

Wei Wuji looked at Lu Pingyuan and smiled, his figure drifted backwards, and retreated to the side of Hou Ye Qiao.

Lu Pingyuan's heart sank, as if he had fallen into the abyss, and his eyes showed desperate death.

The Snow Valley woman looked at Wei Wuji with her sword in her hand, and her expression was also stunned, but she immediately reacted, and a sword qi broke through the air and slashed away. Poof! The blood on Lu Pingyuan's neck spurted S, dyeing the white gauze curtain next to him into a blood-red patch.

Outside, remembering the sound of hurried and noisy footsteps, countless guards rushed over.

"Come on, come on!" Qiao Hou Ye shouted loudly as if he was grasping the rope for help.

The Snow Valley woman looked around, and the long sword swung upward, and a sword aura pierced through the roof, and the rubble and rough stones fell down. She held up an oil-paper umbrella, her figure rising, and flew out of the roof.

Wei Wuji stepped forward, his body volleyed in the air, followed the other party, and also chased out.

Two figures one after the other, under the moonlight, like unreal phantoms, rushed into the distance. In the blink of an eye, the two of them were on the edge of the city wall, and the other crossed the city and ran into the wilderness. Wei Wuji chased after him, gradually getting closer to the other party.

The woman saw Wei Wuji getting closer, and hurriedly accelerated her speed, like a streamer, into the woods next to her. Wei Wuji didn't hesitate at all, and chased after him.

Seeing that she couldn't get rid of it, the woman turned around suddenly, and a sword light struck at Wei Wuji.

Wei Wuji's figure flashed sharply, and the sword light swept by, slashing at the big tree behind him, bang! The body of the tree shook violently, cut off his waist, and fell to the side.

Countless green leaves fluttered as the tree fell.

Wei Wuji's long sword waved, and a headwind arose under the sword, and the green leaves danced with the sword wind, like a group of butterflies dancing in the moonlight. Whew! The long sword flew in the air, leading the butterfly-like green leaves to attack the woman.

The woman held up the oil-paper umbrella, spun and blocked the front, and bang! The long sword slammed into the oil-paper umbrella and flew to the side. The green leaves were messy and scattered in all directions.

In the woman's oil-paper umbrella, a few cold stars stormed S and attacked Wei Wuji.

Under the moonlight, the cold star glowed with a faint blue light, which was obviously highly poisonous.

Wei Wuji took out the Adverse Wind Sword from the storage space, and a sound of wind that only Wei Wuji could hear came from the Adverse Wind Sword. He swung his sword and pointed at it, drawing a circle in the air, and a circle of sword qi covered a few cold stars, all of which were twisted into metal residues.

The woman held an oil-paper umbrella in one hand, and her figure floated upward, hanging in the void. Behind him, the moon was like water, and under the reflection of the moonlight, the outline of the figure became blurred, showing a dazzling halo. The woman's beautiful face does not have the slightest emotional fluctuation, and is as cold as ice, but in the moonlight, there is a beautiful and bewitching beauty.

"The women from the Blood Valley all have the same temperament, beautiful as a summer flower with angry hair, like a bewitching queen. Wei Wuji secretly contemplated, his long sword pointed obliquely at the earth, ready to attack.

The woman hung in the void, her sword unsheathed.

Under the moonlight, the sword body glowed with a strange light, whirring and whirring! The woman's long sword swung widely, the sword aura was vertical and horizontal, and the moonlight and sword light were intertwined.

The fierce sword qi was like a dream, and countless plum blossoms were derived, converging into a river of flowers, attacking Wei Wuji.

This is a mysterious martial art, and it is also a kind of artistic conception, which cooperates with martial arts to form a woman's unique sword posture.

Wei Wuji had never seen such a martial art, and he didn't understand the other party's artistic conception. However, this doesn't have much to do with it, the artistic conception of martial arts in the world is like a sea of stars, and no one can exhaust it. Wei Wuji didn't need to understand, as long as the headwind sword in his hand suppressed the other party.

A headwind rushed with the sword qi and rushed into the river of flowers in an instant.

In an instant, the plum blossoms in the sky were crushed in a messy manner, and the aftermath of the confrontation between the two turned into a circle of ripples and spread out in all directions.

Countless fallen leaves and dead branches were involved in the aftermath, and they were instantly shattered by the sword qi and turned into granular residues. The trees were all cut off at the waist and fell with a loud noise.

The woman's expressionless face finally showed surprise, and her figure floated backwards.