Chapter 42: Willow Rushuang!

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"Boom!"

When the three people and one beast walked through the chaotic tent group, although it looked the same as before, Xuanyuan Shaohong's inhuman perception was aware that there was a faint danger around him.

Silently, two auroras suddenly shot out of nowhere, Xuanyuan Shaohong said badly, and his body bounced up from the spot, dodging one of the dark red gun shadows.

Xuan Bingyu is also worthy of being a young guard, although the sword light that came to her sudden attack was fast, but her super strong sense of battle also made her body flash sharply, and the sword light only cut through her clothes, but it avoided fatal damage.

"Han Yixin!"

Xuanyuan Shaohong looked at the few people who suddenly broke out with complicated eyes, the first one was Han Yixin who he had just let go, but obviously he didn't know what secret method he used, the wounds he had already recovered, and his combat power had faintly improved, but beside him was the glory of the Glorious Academy.

"Sister Liu, it's really you!" Yun Ling'er's eyes widened, with a hint of anger in her expression, a hint of understanding, why she was injured, it was not to treat Liu Rushuang's injuries, but who would have thought that it was fake to treat her injuries, and it was true to capture and kill herself.

If it weren't for this, how could his spiritual power be damaged, his spiritual root would be damaged, and the harmful Xuan Bingyu would fall into a trap, and finally both fall into the iron cage.

Xuan Bingyu's eyes were full of wireless coldness, and he looked at the girl who was slowly walking out in front of him, and said coldly: "Ling'er, don't you give up, she has been calculating us from the beginning, and the most poisonous thing is a woman's heart!"

Xuanyuan Shaohong also followed the gaze of the two, and moved his gaze to the white-clothed girl next to Han Yixin, white clothes like snow, green silk like cloth, willow leaves with curved eyebrows, eyes like a bright moon, what a superb classical beauty, but unfortunately the cold smile at the corner of her mouth, and the deep jealousy that couldn't be hidden under the corner of her eyes, but she became a typical scheming.

At this moment, Liu Rushuang scolded Jin Li and Zhao Hong in her heart that they were really waste, and she did not hesitate to expose herself and handed over the two powerless women to them, but they were all messed up, and they were really waste, and they couldn't be wasted.

Thinking about the original Futu Hundred Towers, she Liu Rushuang was a genius young student of Fengjiao Academy, known as the first beauty of the Thirteen Schools, how many heroic teenagers did not hesitate to bow down under her pomegranate skirt, willing to be a cow and a horse, but when Yun Ling'er entered the tower on the first day, there were fewer and fewer followers around her, and they all turned to the arms of Yun Ling'er, a young girl.

She was jealous, jealous that Yun Ling'er had robbed her of her title of the first beauty, jealous that Yun Ling'er had taken away the surrounding beings that should have belonged to her, jealous of Yun Linger's innocence and kindness from the heart, and even more jealous of Yun Linger's sincere intercourse with herself, the longer she interacted, the more she found Yun Linger's kindness and beauty, the more jealous she became in her heart.

In an instant, jealousy was like a nameless fire, burning in her heart, turning into hatred, making her more and more unbearable, but it also increased the hatred in her heart, especially at this moment, the trace of disbelief in Yun Ling'er's eyes made her hatred rise again, and she wanted to destroy it with her own hands now.

Although the hatred in her heart was monstrous, Liu Rushuang didn't dare to look directly into Yun Ling's eyes at this moment, for fear of seeing her own unbearability in those clear eyes.

Looking at the jealousy that was clearly visible in Liu Rushuang's eyes, Xuanyuan Shaohong immediately understood in his heart, glanced at her with disdain, and then turned his gaze to Fenghua who seemed to have a righteous face next to him, and said contemptuously: "Feng Shaobao, it is really a believer, the front foot just said that he wanted to capture Han Yixin and wait for me to give an explanation, and this back foot brought him to me!"

Hearing Xuanyuan Shaohong's contempt, Fenghua's face remained unchanged, and he said: "Hong Shaojian smiled, after I thought about it, there must be a misunderstanding in it, so I also want to ask Hong Shao and me to move to the Glorious Academy and argue in front of the teacher!"

In his heart, he secretly scolded Jin Li, Zhao Hong's incompetence, but the battle of Longmen made him feel the horror of Xuanyuan Shaohong's son, so he had a plan to use Jin Li to get rid of this big trouble in his heart, after all, he knew Jin Li's hole card, the fifth-order mysterious beast, but it was an extremely terrifying existence, even if he couldn't kill him, he could seriously injure him.

Then he and others surrounded and killed, it was easy to kill him, but Nima, where is there any sign of injury, it is clearly a dragon and a tiger, more violent, as soon as he thinks of this, Fenghua's eyes are condensed, Xuanyuan Shaohong's hair is not injured, is it actually the thunder golden lion roar defeated, thinking of this, Fenghua faintly felt that the siege at this moment seemed to be wrong.

"I didn't expect Feng Shaobao to not only be thick-skinned, tsk, this ability to reverse black and white is also a great bull!" Xuanyuan Shaohong said with extremely unhappy contempt.

"Hong Shao, this is a bad word..."

"That's enough! Ming people don't say dark words, blood debts and blood are repaid, today is your death!"

Looking at Xuanyuan Shaohong in front of him, the battle to destroy the world six years ago and the inhuman suffering he had suffered in the past six years came to his mind, the anger in Han Yixin's heart could no longer be suppressed, and he interrupted the grace of wanting to talk nonsense with one hand, and pointed the soul snatcher gun in his hand towards the sky.

"A thousand turns of the soul refers to the sky, and the mountains collapse and shatter the rivers and mountains!"

In the battle of Longmen, there are many people, Han Yixin's real martial arts have not yet been displayed, after all, his identity and origin are hidden in it, but at the moment all the people present are his own people, but he can no longer suppress it, there is no need to have any scruples, as soon as he makes a move, it is a martial arts killer.

The spear pointed at it, the sky changed, Xuanyuan Shaohong only felt that the momentum on Han Yixin's body suddenly changed, like an angry lion, as if he wanted to choose someone to eat, and around him, a dark red aura storm rose, exuding a strong aura of anger, which was extremely depressing.

As if under a touch, it will trigger a great crisis, anger invades, and the power alone can shock the hearts of the people, and the timid are afraid that they will be directly frightened into losing their souls, and the six gods have no owner, even if Xuanyuan Shaohong is under this momentum, he also frowned slightly.

The invisible anger that filled the air was trying to cholera his mind, if it weren't for his firm mind, I am afraid that he would have been defeated before he fought, feeling the stronger and stronger power around him, even the space was faintly stagnant, Xuanyuan Shaohong sighed in his heart that Han Yixin's martial arts were terrible, only this move, although he only had the realm of the Nine Heavens of the Purple Mansion, but his combat power was by no means weaker than the ordinary Yuan Shen powerhouse.

The Xuanyuan family also had many peak martial arts secrets back then, but it was a pity that the realm was too low to be qualified to read them, even in the Cangxuan Academy, all the way was just to pursue some family secrets, and ignored the cultivation of martial arts.

It is so far that Xuanyuan Shaohong has to smile helplessly, except for the use of the soul devouring qi in his body, the grass creation of the soul devouring extreme explosion and the soul devouring shotgun, there is no martial art that can be mastered, it seems that in the future, his cultivation will also have to change the focus, while cultivating the physical body, martial arts are also indispensable.

But at this moment, it is a later matter, it is a big deal to fight this one first, looking at the dark red storm gathered in the sky above Han Yixin's head, and feeling the crisis, Xuanyuan Shaohong's face changed, knowing that he couldn't wait any longer, he directly slammed his legs and jumped up directly.

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