He didn't rush to kill the killer yet, because the person in front of him seemed to be a little familiar.

The sword light was messy, but the Ghost Howling Changyuan adhered to the skin with his true qi, and it was enough to resist it all.

He couldn't help but look at Poinsettia's face, and he seemed to have some impression in his heart.

He couldn't help but blurt out, "You...... Who is it? ”

The poinsettia plum was cold in front of her eyes, as if a cold spring was frozen. The moves in his hand continued, and he said lightly: "...... Those who died because of your heart in the past. ”

Poinsettia Mei did not return the name, but as soon as she said this, Ghost Xiao Changyuan recalled it suddenly.

"Oh......" Ghost Xiao Changyuan squinted, looked at him carefully, and nodded heavily, "It turns out that it's you." ”

Poinsettia Plum saw that he didn't seem to care, and her heart burned even more. Thinking back to the scene before his deceased wife's death, he felt even more sad in his heart.

"Death!" He spun in mid-air, and the blade of the sword was like ten thousand flowers blooming, filling the night sky on the top of the huge ship:

"Sheng Xue, Wuhu Remnant Mountain!"

With an angry shout, the eyes were full of red and white, and the fragrance of snow plum was like agar.

Seeing that the ten thousand sparkling plum blossoms were about to fall from mid-air, like a huge soft satin cover, the ghost roared Changyuan took a deep breath and crossed his palms.

"To you."

As soon as the words fell, from his opposite palm, a black-red whirlwind suddenly rolled up from the sky. The true qi of the spiral is like the roots of an old tree, spiraling straight up, carrying the strong air flow that rushes into the air, and soars towards the ten thousand plum petals.

The sky is spectacular. Poinsettia plum's trick was suddenly chaotic under the whirlwind, many petals followed the air flow, like a goddess scattered flowers drifting into the distance, and many were involved in the whirlwind, shining with a bright light.

The hurricane was blowing, and everyone on the boat could feel the strong wind blowing in their faces. Poinsettia Plum was also shocked to see that the trick had dissipated.

"After all these years, your progress is still disappointing."

There was a faint sound in the air, entering the ears of the people. The poinsettia plum changed color when she heard the sound, and after another pause, she saw that the ghost roaring Changyuan was already close in front of her.

I saw him squint his eyes contemptuously, and looked at the poinsettia plum again: "I didn't kill you back then, so let's do it today." ”

A red plum barrier flashed in front of the poinsettia plum, separating the distance between the two. The ghost roared in the abyss with an "oh", and I saw that among the clusters of red plums, the red plum sword gushed out like buds.

"Jokes."

He didn't dodge it, raised his finger and grabbed the Hongmei Sword Blade, and the true qi that was wrapped in it suddenly disappeared. It's like pinching a sparrow, and it doesn't take any effort.

When Yue Shenchen and Kou Wufu saw the situation over there, their hearts sank.

"Qionghai...... Falling plum tide. ”

However, it was in this interval that the plum blossom barrier dissipated, but after that, there was no trace of the poinsettia plum.

With a deep snort, Ghost Xiao Changyuan felt ripples of true qi behind him, and immediately turned back with a sneer.

I saw a poinsettia plum full of pink luster, accompanied by a wave of plum blossoms to stab with a sword. His eyebrows and eyes were sharp, and he seemed to have a certain heart for death.

"It's very impressive." Ghost Xiao Changyuan bowed his head lightly, but his face became as terrifying as that of Hades, "But...... I'm tired of watching. ”

When he landed, a finger flashed, and the black oily dead air spread like a vine.

At the moment when the black wave touched the poinsettia plum, suddenly, a dazzling light flashed in front of his eyes!

Immediately, there was an explosion and the ship capsized. A few people on the boat almost fell, but they finally stabilized their figures, only to see thousands of red plums floating in place, but there was no more poinsettia plum!

Just as Ghost Xiao Changyuan hesitated, he was suddenly shocked by a slow chant, which resounded in the air above his head:

“…… The frozen face is full of blood, and the sour heart is gray without hatred. ”

He looked up and realized that it was only his phantom that had been attacked from behind. The poinsettia plum was in mid-air at the moment, exuding a cold light of blood plum.

Smell another angry shout, and bow down:

"A handful of plum snow, chaotic thousand peaks!"

A spectacular scene, descending in mid-air. I saw that from the end of his sword, a large area of sleet and red plums suddenly flew out, floating all over the sky, quite like tears in the sky, and the cold air was pressing.

Time seemed to pause for a moment, and the river seemed to be cramped in an instant. The snow plum was swaying, wetting everyone's clothes and broken decks, and the water stains dissipated, but they saw blood stains all over it.

Feeling the good coercion, Ghost Xiao Changyuan showed a little serious color.

At that time, he opened his two palms and pushed left and right in front of him, and his qi veins opened up, and his body was covered with black and red evil qi.

"Soul Shaker: Three Paths."

The incomparably familiar gestures exploded around him in an instant, and then carried his body and headed towards the sky.

The two palms burn the necromantic karma, symbolizing the three paths and the one palm is lifeless. His whole body was like a cannonball on fire, fighting against Xuemei, and reversing the shadow in the air.

Poinsettia plum is generous and fearless, stepping on the plum and dancing the sword in mid-air, just like a lost immortal.

Seeing the ghost roaring Changyuan coming towards him, the poinsettia plum was sinking into the energy, the sea of qi was on the verge of shattering, and the bandits gathered all the true qi, turning into an extreme impact!

The sword palms collided in an instant, and the night sky seemed to ignite the hanging light of a meteor.

After a moment of silence, the deafening explosion of the roaring waves scattered the narrow river and lined up the banks with mud and sand. The scarred riverbank was hit hard, and the ground swelled, and the mud waves were like rocky tides and muddy waves in the distance, devastation and decay.

"Wow!" Kou Wufu and Tsukisenchen were impacted and planted in the mud and sand under the ship from the bow of the ship.

Xiao Wuye was also photographed off the boat, and he forcibly buffered his luck before landing, so as not to be as miserable as Yue Shenchen.

The three of them focused their eyes on the two people who were fighting in mid-air at the same time. I saw that the air was turbulent and the wind was endless, but the two of them were no longer in place, only the faint whirlwind of Lang Lang was condensed and dispersed in mid-air.

Look at the bow again. I saw a large ship that had been broken in two, the bow of the ship was raised high, and two vague figures were parked on it, vaguely unrecognizable.

Despite this, they all knew that it was the Ghost Howling Changyuan and the Poinsettia Plum.

Xiao Wuye looked at the bow of the ship coldly, but his fists were already secretly clenched. Yue Shenchen and the two of them also didn't blink their eyes, and looked directly at the victory or defeat of the two.

Suddenly, at the moment when the three of them focused at the same time, one of the black shadows weakened on his knees and fell down with a "poof".

All three were startled at the same time. Then there was a low, eerie laugh that echoed in the wind.

"It's over!" Kouwufu was about to scream, but he felt a tightness in his chest and coughed violently.

On the bow of the ship, the winner is divided.

Even if you burn your life and cross the limit of your life, it is still difficult to cross the majestic gap. At this moment, the black shadow of the person in front of him seemed to be the darkness of the sky, indicating the fate of the opponent who was about to die.

Poinsettia Plum couldn't stop panting, covered in blood. At the same time, the red plum sword was broken because of this, and the scattered blood was intertwined with the snow-stained red plum, which was sad and desperate.