I saw "Eleven" wave his hand, and seven people from Guanglin Gate appeared behind Eleven.

An Ping couldn't believe it, "You're not Eleven, you're from Guanglinmen." He had already discovered that "Eleven" was not as seriously injured as it seemed, but he only thought that this was a guard who wanted to protect himself, and besides, it was just a state of knowledge, which was not worth his attention at all, but he didn't expect it, he really didn't expect it......

"Eleven" pulled out his scimitar, and An Ping fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, and he didn't bat at a glance.

Xiao Ziqiu and Xiao Shan were also stunned. They didn't expect that An Ping, who was still a winner just now, died so simply and neatly.

Eleven slowly stepped forward, crouched down, and picked up the snow soul that had rolled to his feet.

"Who the hell are you?" Xiao Ziqiu looked at "Eleven", and never felt that the other party was so strange.

"Eleven" glanced at Xiao Ziqiu lightly, and this glance made Xiao Ziqiu creepy. This is the expression of people who have long been accustomed to killing, and this is not his guard at all.

"Your 'eleven' has long been killed by this seat, so I simply let you die to understand, this seat is the right protector of Guanglin Gate, Chang Songyue." He stroked the mask from his face, revealing a handsome and extraordinary face.

"Thank you Young Master Xiao for the Snow Soul, give them a ride," Chang Songyue smiled, turned around and waved his hand, and the black-clothed man from Guanglin Gate stepped forward.

Xiao Ziqiu wanted to fight back, but he was injured too badly just now and couldn't move. The man in black stabbed out with a sword, and Xiao Ziqiu could only close his eyes like a dead heart, not seeing Xiao Shan's disbelieving eyes not far away.

There was no pain from a sharp weapon entering the body, but the sound of a body falling to the ground and a muffled snort were heard.

Xiao Ziqiu opened his eyes and saw Xiao Shan staring at him. He felt a person standing in front of him, and slowly raised his head, and saw the weak white girl standing in front of him with her hands behind her back.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Xiao Ziqiu always feels that the momentum around the white girl is very different from before, and it can even be said to be diametrically opposite.

Bai Li Ce and Bai Li Xi helped Xiao Ziqiu and Xiao Shan and gave them pills.

"White girl, go quickly, they are from Guanglin Gate." Xiao Ziqiu was supported by Baili Xi, and finally could speak, so he immediately shouted.

Jun Yuzhao tilted his head slightly and glanced at Xiao Ziqiu, although his strength is low, his talent is good, and his heart is also good. She looked up at Chang Songyue in front of her, as well as the man in black.

"Don't worry, Ah Zhao is fine." Bai Lice patted Xiao Ziqiu's shoulder.

"Who are you?" Chang Songyue was originally admiring the snow soul in her hand, but she didn't expect that this matter could be reborn.

Jun Yuzhao withdrew his gaze to look at the man in black and looked at him with an indifferent expression, "You don't deserve to know my name." ”

Chang Songyue frowned slightly, turned her hand to put away the snow soul, and looked at Jun Yuzhao. Before, he thought that these people were accidental people, but he didn't expect that now it seems that they were also premeditated.

"You want the Snow Soul too?" Chang Songyue found that she couldn't see Jun Yuzhao's strength clearly, and began to beat a drum in her heart.

"I don't want any snow souls, I," Jun Yuzhao suddenly raised his head and smiled slightly, this smile added a lot of charm to that ordinary face, Chang Songyue looked at Jun Yuzhao's eyes, stunned for a moment.

"I just want to kill you." Jun Yuzhao's right hand conjured up the Mountain and Sea Sword and stabbed straight at Chang Songyue.

Chang Songyue came out of Jun Yuzhao's eye illusion array in time and flew backwards.

Jun Yuzhao swung his sword again, and the green Netherworld Ghost Fire surrounded Chang Songyue.

Chang Songyue threw the scimitar upwards, his hands sealed, and a wave of ice and snow power instantly surged out, rushing towards Jun Yuzhao's ghostly fire.

Both forces exploded, and the snow on the surrounding platforms exploded. Everyone dodged one after another, and the snow flew around them, and they couldn't see the specific situation in the snow clearly, and could only hear the sound of weapons clashing.

Suddenly, Chang Songyue flew into the sky from the clouds of wind and snow, and looked down at Jun Yuzhao who was following closely behind. He turned around to dodge, the scimitar pressed against the tip of the other's sword, and the two of them slapped each other, turning over and standing.

Chang Songyue looked at Jun Yuzhao with his back hand, the scimitar rotated and coiled behind him, he tried his best to suppress the surging spiritual power, swallowed the blood in his mouth quietly, and smiled slightly, "Shanhai Sword, you are Jun Yuzhao." ”

Jun Yuzhao held the sword in her right hand, and the fierce fight just now, the impact of spiritual power, made the disguise on her face bad, and she was a little uncomfortable, she simply waved her hand and took the disguise off, and a beautiful face appeared in front of everyone.

Xiao Ziqiu and the others were instantly amazed, and they all had an idea in their hearts, this face is probably more beautiful than the first beauty in Dongsheng Qingcangzhou.

"Recognizing me won't change the fact that you're going to die here today."

"Miss Jun wants to kill me, at least give me a reason." Chang Songyue quipped, and at the same time began to think about the path of escape in her heart.

"A beauty like Miss Jun, if she wants the soul of snow, of course she will offer it with both hands." Chang Songyue is handsome and extraordinary, her voice is gentle at this time, and her face is extremely doting, I don't know, I think he is talking to his beloved.

It's a pity that Jun Yuzhao doesn't appreciate it, no matter how handsome Chang Songyue is, it can't compare to one ten-thousandth of the unintentional. "In that case, then you leave the Snow Soul behind."

"Alas," Chang Songyue smiled and bowed her head, "I'm afraid of it, I'm afraid of it, and I'm going to kill me if I give the beauty this snow soul below." Speaking of this, he suddenly raised his head, the killing intent in his eyes, and ordered, "Do it."

The men in black got up one after another and rushed towards Bailize and the others. But Jun Yuzhao didn't move, she just looked at a certain man in black, with tenderness in her eyes.

A sharp sword aura of killing intent flashed, and everyone in Guanglin Sect fell to the ground, not knowing how they died before they died. Only one man in black was left standing, sword in his right hand.

Chang Songyue was really stupid this time, he didn't understand why things had developed to this point.

As soon as the phantom passed, a handsome man in black with white hair stood there holding a sword in one hand, his eyes were gentle, and the corners of his lips looked at Jun Yuzhao with a slight smile. It seems that in this world, only the woman in front of her can enter her own eyes and occupy her heart.

From the first time he saw the man in black, Jun Yuzhao had a hunch, and now it is indeed the case.

Chang Songyue's pupils shrank, this white hair, this look, who else could there be in the entire Dongsheng Qingcangzhou except for the unintentional ability to be worthy of this appearance.

Today's Wuxin is the first person in the younger generation of kendo, and he wanted to run while he took advantage of this, but he was blocked by Wuxin. Chang Songyue threw out the scimitar with his right hand, but was blocked by Wuxin's sword, and Wuxin held the sword around the scimitar and threw it directly to the snow next to him.

Chang Songyue swallowed his saliva, he didn't expect that he would lose as soon as he saw it.

As soon as the unintentional sword intent came out, Chang Songyue was knocked out before he could protect his body, and when he wanted to stand up, his neck was held against the unintentional sword.

"It's worthy of being the first person in kendo," Chang Songyue said with a smile, with a relaxed look on her face, as if it was not herself who was about to die.

"Wait," Chang Songyue suddenly shouted when she saw the tip of the sword that had no intention of moving forward again. "Don't you want to know the truth about the Yunchao Temple many years ago?"