He's still here, and that's because he's waiting for her.

No matter how many swords and swords, she is still there, he will not go first alone, standing on the cusp of the wind and waves with her, this is the best way for him to get close to her, and she is the most unable to refuse him at this time!

Otherwise, she is so willful, how can she accept his favor?

The woman, who originally wanted to fight with Yan Xie a few times, saw the man's soft eyebrows, and when she heard his words, her heart softened inexplicably, and she looked at Yan Xie with interest, her eyes were full of coldness: "Who am I?" ”

She shrugged and sneered, it meant a lot.

After that, she quickly turned around and wanted to rush to the courtyard to leave with Gongzichen, but Yan Xie chased after her, she simply stopped, half turned sideways to look at the cold-eyed and cold-faced man behind her, and pointed the soft sword at his heart: "One day, I will dig out your heart and lay the foundation for my thousands of souls!" ”

She raised her head in Yan Xie's pale face and laughed wildly, and the laughter gradually drifted away with the sound of the wind, drowning in the cold wind in this secluded courtyard, without a trace.

However, in Yan Xie's heart, there were countless turbulent waves.

The dragon yin sword suddenly roared, shaking constantly in Liang Jianye's hand, and finally, it finally broke through the barrier of the scabbard, rushed out of the air, and seemed to fly into the sky of the nine heavens, and finally, it was inserted straight down from mid-air at a dizzying speed.

Towards the top of the woman's head.

And at the moment when the dragon yin sword was inserted, the woman standing on the tile roof suddenly waved her wide sleeves, and with a pair of slender hands, she held the dragon yin sword tightly with a long howl and excitement.

The white light emitted from the body of the divine weapon taught people to turn white.

Yan Xie faced the white light, almost thunderbolt and stood there watching, such a dazzling light, his eyes didn't blink, and only this man's profound martial arts could stand it.

The dragon sword gradually quieted down in her hand, like a rolling and crying child who was finally quieted down contentedly after being comforted by her mother, and the sword in her hand let out a gentle and smooth whistling sound.

Rejoice, excitement.

Yan Xie's body unconsciously began to tremble slightly, and the injured arm was slowly shaking, but he didn't notice it at all, just looked at the person and the sword, and there was no gap.

Even he, the owner of the sword, couldn't get in.

Suddenly, I felt a huge horror surging all over my body, and the name was choked in my throat, like a huge fish bone stuck there, which made people very uncomfortable.

"You ......"

Behind a word of you, the name that is difficult to say, the series of strange things brought out by that name, he can't say it, he will never believe that the dead can be resurrected!

In this world, he only trusts his own eyes.

Wu Li of the year, was really dead, poisoned by cramps, skinned and bloodstained red in a huge pool, the body floated on the water and was said to be unsinkable for three days, and later it was buried with the witch mansion.

The woman rotated the dragon sword in her hand, squinting her eyes as if she was laughing, but that little bit of sparkling laughter made people extremely cold from head to toe, and the hand suddenly moved to the hilt of the sword, and the dragon yin sword, with a huge murderous aura, stabbed straight at Yan Xie, and then it was a woman who said a cold and charming word: "Swords are more affectionate than people!" ”