Xiao Yu was silent for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "It was given by the real person of Autumn Leaves." ”

Zhang Xueyao glanced at the mixed yuan umbrella with a complicated expression. However, there was no greed in her proud and graceful eyes, only some memories with some sadness.

The middle-aged man suddenly spoke: "I don't know if the princess palace is here, what are you doing?"

Seeing the middle-aged man's posture that seemed to be the master here, Xiao Yu snorted coldly at him and said, "Villain." ”

Zhang Xueyao said indifferently at this time: "This matter has nothing to do with this son......

Hearing this answer, Xiao Yu was silent.

Today, two people came to snatch the pupil one after another, although Xiao Yu had been mentally prepared for someone to snatch the pupil, but he still smelled a trace of unusualness.

At this time, he was defeated by this middle-aged man, and if he wanted to get out of this man's hands, he could only rely on Zhang Xueyao.

Zhang Xueyao's words show that she is here for this middle-aged man and does not want to involve Xiao Yu.

Because this matter is her own personal vendetta.

She came for revenge.

Revenge is a thing that must be done by one's own hands in order to resolve the depression, unhappiness, and hatred in one's heart.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, not understanding what the princess was looking for him, but the muscles under his close-fitting clothes began to tense, and years of cautious habits still made him ready for battle.

Zhang Xueyao looked at the middle-aged man and said in a cold voice: "Do you still remember the two Sword Sect disciples who died under your fist in Jiangdu three years ago? I searched for you for three years without success, but I didn't expect to feel your fist intent in Dongdu today." ”

Hearing Jiangdu three years ago, the middle-aged man's brows furrowed more and more.

Zhang Xueyao stared at the middle-aged man with cold eyes, and said in a cold voice: "When my three junior sisters went out to practice, they were attacked by a Demon Sect disciple in Jiangdu, and only one junior sister survived. After the matter was revealed, the Demon Sect disciple was expelled from the sect. ”

"I'm here today to kill you. ”

"Use your head to sacrifice the spirits of my two sisters in heaven. ”

Xiao Yu didn't want to get involved in the confrontation between these two strong men, although the enemy's friend is a friend, but if Zhang Xueyao learned that he had the Pupil Method, he couldn't keep his dissent, just like the countless people who coveted the Pupil.

The middle-aged man slowly lowered his head and looked at the fist he had already clenched.

All the expressions on his face disappeared, and he asked softly, "No room?"

Two swords appeared in Zhang Xueyao's hands, one was a handleless flying sword and the other was a long sword. The slender jade fingers were held on the hilt of the long sword, and the flying sword whispered around her, and she also whispered, "Never die." ”

Both voices speak calmly and softly, but the content is not calm and soft.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was silent.

After he was silent for a moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhang Xueyao, and said, "Demon Sect outcast, dare to ask for advice!"

Before the word "teach" fell, the middle-aged man was already roaring towards Zhang Xueyao like a sharp arrow off the string.

Zhang Xueyao was not a little surprised, her face was indifferent, and the cultivation of the frost realm began to urge with all her strength, and said lightly: "Look for death." ”

As a cultivator of the Empty Netherworld Realm, in the face of a Frost Realm cultivator, he also took the initiative to attack, no matter how he looked at it, it was already like looking for death, even if this cultivator was at the peak of the Empty Netherworld Realm.

After all, there is only one Qin Mumian.

However, the middle-aged man is not reconciled, he will never sit still! Even if there is no hope, he will use his fists to make a hope.

If you fight, I will fight!

A sword light came first, and the middle-aged man's fist with a metallic luster slammed into a handleless flying sword, making a metallic collision sound.

The flying sword flew back upside down, and the middle-aged man's footsteps were stopped alive.

A deep wound appeared on his fist, which was as hard as steel. Blood stained his fist red, and the bright red flesh flipped over, revealing Bai Sensen's phalanges.

The first shot, the middle-aged man's hardest weapon was slashed by Zhang Xueyao's sword.

This is the huge gap between frost and emptiness.

The middle-aged man looked down at his fist expressionlessly, and then looked up at the white figure like a fairy not far in front of him.

He stretched out his intact left hand, and his nails, which shimmered with a silvery-white metallic sheen, began to grow wildly.

At this time, his left hand also began to slowly become larger, and a huge claw that was extremely disproportionate to his body appeared on his hand.

Without shouting, without howling, he silently raised his left hand Yuan Tu and rushed towards Zhang Xueyao again.

He didn't say a word more, he held Yuan Tu, his boots stepped on the ground, and the bluestone slab under his feet was shattered inch by inch.

Yuan Tu roared and fell, hitting Zhang Xueyao's face door, concise and direct.

Zhang Xueyao snorted coldly, and the long sword in her hand shook to meet it, which was also concise and direct.

The sword claws met, and a roar like spring thunder bloomed.

Xiao Yu, who was already not lightly injured, was shocked by this roar, his face turned slightly pale, and his ears were in severe pain, he covered his ears and sat down with an umbrella on the side.

Zhang Xueyao's pupils shrank, because the indestructible long sword in her hand failed to cut off the middle-aged man's left hand, but was tightly grasped by his Yuan Tu.

What kind of exercise is this Yuan Tu?

Xiao Yu, who was sitting on the side, looked at the middle-aged man's left hand with a look in his eyes, which also became a little different.

He didn't know that this Yuan Tu, who didn't seem to have any brilliance and might, was created by a female elder of the Demon Sect's Wandering Realm, who injected Yuan Qi into his refined nails, which could destroy gold and jade.

Although the middle-aged man's cultivation is far inferior to Zhang Xueyao, after all, Zhang Xueyao was just an ordinary sword just now, how could he stop such a Demon Sect's supreme technique?

The sword and claw met and the winner was instantly separated, but the victory and defeat of the two had not yet been decided.

Zhang Xueyao sneered, not only urging his own vitality, but also mobilizing the surrounding heaven and earth vitality and injecting it into his flying sword.

The flying sword slashed at the hand that held her long sword like a meteor out of the sky.

The sword claws met, and there was another loud bang.

This time, Xiao Yu was on guard and was not hurt by the roar.

The middle-aged man is the pinnacle of the Void Netherworld Realm, and in the Empty Netherworld Realm alone, except for Qin Mumian and a few people, no one can defeat him.

But Zhang Xueyao can, because she is not in the Void Realm, she is in the Frost Realm.

The biggest difference between the Frost Realm and the Void Netherworld Realm is that the Frost Realm can mobilize the surrounding Heaven and Earth Vitality!

The meteor-like flying sword carried the huge Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi around him and slashed at the middle-aged man's Yuan Tu, and he was only at the peak of the void after all, and the nails of his left hand were shattered inch by inch.

A flash of blood appeared, and his left hand trembled slightly. But he remained expressionless and did not make a sound.