Yan Xiaoqi raised his head suddenly, frowned tightly, pinched Xia Fan fiercely, and scolded: "Why can't you leave? Don't you want to be with me?"

Xia Fan was stunned, he was so excited that he almost wanted to cry, he had never felt like he was caught off guard, but his voice was strangely warm, gently stroked Xiao Qi's hair, smiled at the eyes with tears, and said softly: "Girl, don't worry, it's good for you to go with your family, I can't die anyway." ”

Of course, Xiao Qi didn't believe it, shook his head incessantly, and then buried his head in Xia Fan's shoulder.

Xia Fan suddenly felt a little warm on his shoulders, and chuckled: "Fool, I'm not dead yet, why are you crying." ”

Xiao Qi touched Xia Fan's face with one hand, pinched his nose, and said fiercely: "Don't talk nonsense." ”

Xia Fan didn't resist, he didn't know what to say for a long time, he just hugged Xiao Qi tightly, but his heart was entangled, looking forward to her leaving, and hoping that she wouldn't leave.

At this moment, everyone witnessed Zuo Zhong being pierced by a vast number of blood-colored silk threads, and they were all terrified. With the rapid withdrawal of blood from Zuo Zhong's body, his whole body dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon became a dried corpse, with green tendons and two eyeballs all rising abruptly, like a skeleton about to rot away!

There was an uproar all around, and in just a short period of effort, Senior Brother Zuo of the Songshan Sword Sect, who was originally high-spirited, turned into such a terrifying appearance.

"Look over there!" one of them exclaimed.

Everyone looked over and saw the blood line from Zhang Mazi's hand drinking blood returning to the blade again. In an instant, the blood mist left by the blood-drinking knife slowly precipitated out Zhang Mazi's flesh and skin, and within a moment, Zhang Mazi's whole person seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes, his appearance was extremely weird, half of his face was surprisingly white, half of his face was covered with blood-colored lines, and the pockmarks on his face disappeared without a trace. It's just that the expression on his face is extremely complicated, and he seems to be worried about something, his eyes are still bloodshot, and the strong spiritual power around him is steaming like blood, as if he has not yet awakened for half a minute.

Cao Jiusi knew that once this blood-drinking knife was awakened, everyone present would definitely not be one of them, and he was not worried that everyone in the Hall of Eternal Life would be affected because of this, after all, the blood-drinking knife was awakened for the first time in Zhang Mazi's hands, and he should still be able to control the demonic nature of the knife itself. It's just that all of a sudden, the heavy and dead aura emanating from Zuo Zhong's body, and a bad premonition like Xia Fan, suddenly hit his heart, and he glanced at the madman, and suddenly shouted: "Anyone in my sect quickly rushed out and left here with me." ”

Ping Sihai suddenly stepped forward and stopped in front of Cao Jiusi, but seeing that his clothes were a little messy, he pointed at Xia Fan and said, "You can go, but that kid has to stay." ”

Feng Chi shook the folding fan lightly, only to see that his figure was still as chic as ever, glanced at Ping Sihai contemptuously, and said: "That kid is from my Hengshan Sword Sect." ”

Ping Sihai suppressed the anger in his heart, and Shicai fought with Feng Chi for more than 100 moves, but he was surprised to find that he could not defeat it with his own strength, and it seemed to be at ease, and he was even more worried that this Feng Chi might not have any hole cards yet. At this time, he saw that Feng Chi was only a few steps away from him, and immediately became vigilant. And even though Zhou Laosan was scared of being beaten by a madman, he still supported his body with a sword at this time, limped forward, and scolded: "Your grandmother's crooked nose, how can you talk to my uncle?

The three words of this crooked nose really poked at the sore spot of the sealed pool, and he immediately squinted his eyes, and without saying a word, the strong killing intent made Zhou Laosan cold as falling into an ice cellar, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Ping Sihai saw that Feng Chi was about to make a move, so he stood in front of Zhou Laosan in time and protected him behind him.

At this time, the madman took a step forward and chuckled, "Two, have you ever heard that my Immortal Palace has abandoned any of my brothers?"

"Oh, oh?

Feng Chi sneered, suddenly closed the folding fan, and slapped it in his hand.

Cao Jiusi interjected: "With people like you, there is no need to talk about it. ”

In an instant, I saw Cao Jiusi dressed in red, but it was suddenly windless, and Ping Sihai's long beard couldn't stop trembling, and the madman also had long hair fluttering, and he didn't move, even Feng Chi actually put away the folding fan and finally pulled out the sword. The four people in the center seemed to be motionless, but anyone could feel that the atmosphere was gradually becoming heavier and more depressing, and just as the saber was rattling, the faint spiritual power fluctuations of the four people made the snowflakes under their feet violently turbulent. Xia Fan's cheeks ached in the cold wind, and his vision was obscured by the sudden wind and snow.

Ding Changkong saw that the situation was not good, and knew that his cultivation strength was really not an advantage for these people, and his life was more important, so he respectfully bowed his hand, and at the same time, he quickly sacrificed the big ball that flew when he went up the mountain, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoists, let's see each other in the future." Jumping up, standing on the earthy yellow "ball", he was hidden in the wind and snow in an instant, fluttering like a fat fairy. Looking down at the disciple under the door, he laughed loudly: "Senior brother and sister, let's slip away, haha." Before the laughter subsided, it was like a meteor in the sky, and it disappeared.

"Fellow Daoists, the poor Dao still has important things to do, so I will not accompany you. The withered leaves said that he flew down the mountain without looking back, and said in his heart: "It seems that the matter of the spirit seed still needs to be considered in the long run." ”

And Ximen Yu, who was extremely reluctant to leave, was also persuaded to retire by his junior sister.

.........

All of a sudden, after these Great Sword Sects left one after another, most of the other sects slipped away. Before leaving, I didn't forget to remember the looks of Xia Fan and Yan Xiaoqi.

After a while, in the snow of the mountain and the sea of people, only the Hengshan Sword Sect, the Hengshan Sword Sect, the people of the Immortal Palace, and the only remaining Zuo Zhong of the Songshan Sword Sect and the masked teeth who kept shaking the Zhenling Bell were far away. Surprisingly, Yan Xiaoliu watched Xia Fan and Yan Xiaoqi snuggling together, although he was anxious, he was entangled by Su Yin, he couldn't get out, and he couldn't rush over and kill Xia Fan with a sword.

Suddenly, a voice like a voice from the Nine Shadows suddenly echoed in everyone's ears, "Cao Protector, all the rest of these people have been killed?"

Cao Jiusi was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart that this was the case, the first awakening of the Blood Drinking Knife really did not destroy Zhang Mazi's humanity, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily hooked, and he smiled evilly: "Then kill them all." ”

Everyone was shocked in their hearts, as if they were facing a great enemy, and when they looked up, it was as if a bloodied killing god had fallen in the void, and the blood-colored sword in his hand shone with dozens of feet.

But at this moment, Zuo Zhong's corpse moved strangely, indifferently pulled up the giant sword again, but suddenly raised his head and howled, the cry was extremely desolate, like a beast, and like a lonely soul.