A shocking huge crack pierced through the entire sword body, as if the long sword carved from white jade had cracked inch by inch since that crack, turning into countless shards with a shimmering moonlight falling one after another, and then turning into flying ash and disappearing when it was about to touch the ground.

There was still no emotion fluctuation in the black eyes with blood-colored pupils, no joy in slashing the Jindan Demon with a sword, and no worry or anxiety about the mess in his body.

The blood-red pupils are like a small blood-red full moon, just quietly "hanging" above the night of the dark eyes, without joy or sorrow, as if they never knew what emotions were.

Some only have an inexplicable mood mixed with indifference and loneliness.

But the scene inside the young man in white was not as comfortable as he appeared.

The meridians that were originally as wide as thoroughfares shrunk into yellow mud roads in the countryside as if they had shrunk into water, and countless fine cracks were like overlapping and complex cobwebs, shrouding the meridians layer by layer, making people worry about whether those poor "paths" would collapse in the next second.

As if he had spit on a mouthful of blood, Xun Ming still had an indifferent look of not caring at all, as if the mouthful of blood that stained the white clothes in front of him was not spit out of his mouth.

The spider demon, the golden pill, the secret puppet, and the entire mansion were all turned into powder under that sword.

The boundless moonlight disappeared with the setting of the full moon, leaving Xun Ming standing on a piece of broken floor tiles.

The breeze blew from an unknown distance, and a gust of wind quickly accumulated in this empty area, blowing the corners of the white-clothed youth.

The demonic energy that had not completely dissipated was mixed with the smell of grass and trees in the distance under the stirring of the wind, and on the empty ground not far away, a white robe with a slanting moon pattern lay quietly on the ground, not turning into ashes with the spider demon under the previous sword.

However, the corpse of the nun in it has disappeared.

After being "stunned" in place for a while, Xun Ming let go of the handful of white powder he was holding in his hand, and let it fall slowly like a handful of ashes, and then turned into a small white smoke in the wind, and then there was no trace.

That Xun Ming smiled coldly, with a strange look like a demon's upper body, ignoring the pain and miserable situation in his body that seemed to be torn, the corner of his mouth pursed the evil smile that could not be dissipated, slightly squinted the right eye of the blood-pupiled black eye, and turned around to walk into the distance.

But before he could turn around and take a step, a small palm so white that it seemed to be carved from glass and white jade slammed into the back of his head, smashing his head into the ground in an instant.

A film of light that seemed to be formed by the aggregation of colorful light instantly covered his body when the palm of that hand slapped on the back of Xun Ming's head, making the meridians and body in his body that were already on the line of collapse seem to have entered stagnation in an instant, as if an invisible jade hand gently touched the moment of rotation.

Under the protection of the colorful light film, that Xun Ming did not kick his legs under the palm that barely left much emotion, and completely swallowed his breath.

The evil smile quietly disappeared, and Xun Ming turned his head straight from the dirt as if he didn't know the pain, and after seeing the small figure in white, he smiled slightly, and the darkness in his right eye instantly faded from left to right.

In a snow-white dress, a small girl with a delicate face like a goddess in the sky looked cold, and a pair of ice blue eyes that seemed to have a piercing chill quietly looked at the crazy, stupid young man in white, after seeing that the blood and ink in the right eye had completely faded, he turned his gaze from his face to his left arm, where the white bones were visible, and his faint brow frowned slightly unconsciously.

As the white-clothed girl's brows furrowed, there seemed to be an invisible sharp sword intent rising all around, piercing people's eyes.

The beautiful girl's hand was raised slightly, and then it slowly fell, as if a very slight cold snort came from the tip of the erect nose, but it disappeared into the wind in an instant.

As if her heart moved, the eyes of the girl in white, who was not as beautiful as a woman in the world, suddenly became cold and sharp, and she looked back at the high sky in the distance.

Although the difference is that he can get rid of the shroud of the full moon, Jiang Sinan still received a lot of care, although it was only the "aftermath" of the full moon, it still caused the vitality of the dragon in front of him to be transformed from the gun as the bone and the spiritual power as the flesh, and it was almost impossible to continue to maintain.

Jiang Sinan's pair of high-fingered sword eyebrows were also slightly lowered because of the incomparable heartache at this time, and he couldn't help but chant again and again in his heart, "Ah Dog's Day Jiang Sinan, let you hold it up, Ah Resist directly, Ah Dog's Day", regretting his Tuoda, not using defensive magic weapons to resist the aftermath of this sword.

Edgeworth helped Jiang Sinan who was high in the sky to finally stop the painful look on his face, thinking of his fellow dogs, his eyebrows twitched, and he wanted Edgeworth to return.

The cultivator of the Cave Heaven Realm slashed out such a sword, and he couldn't escape from being crippled if he didn't die!

Even if he is the Xun fate of the slanting moon.

First, thinking of the eye-piercing injury of the white-clothed young man, Jiang Sinan felt a little strange in his heart, and subconsciously muttered in his heart, "There are really a group of crazy people in the Leaning Moon Sect."

Damn, you said that you have a good Cave Heaven Realm, and go to fight the spider demon who looks at least the middle stage of Jindan? Thinking about revealing your Xun Shao Sect Master's Dao to the sky? In the early stage of Dongtian, in the middle of Zaijindan.

However, after thinking of the white robe he saw at the end, Jiang Sinan couldn't stop the fragmented thoughts in his heart for a moment, and then made a "coffin closure" with some emotion.

Well, now I really know how good these crazy people are.

Isn't it okay for the master to be convinced? But why is this Xun Shao Sect Master just cultivating like this? All the thoughts are on the little Dao aunts?

Oh no, I remember that this kid's cultivation should be higher than mine, just because of this, that stinky old man in his own house slapped himself a little back:

"Ahhh The little cubs of the Leaning Moon Sect are going to marry the Golden Pill, look at you again! ”

However, what is a little strange is that after chattering like this for a long time, the "stinky old man" in his family suddenly put away this topic, but since then, Jiang Sinan has a faint feeling that his master has a strange look in his eyes.

The "dragon drawing water" under his feet crossed the sky, and in a few breaths, he returned to the vicinity of the "mansion", Jiang Sinan put away the miscellaneous thoughts in his heart, looked at the empty ground, and was slightly stunned, while being shocked by the power of the sword, the thought of "that kid should have no bones left" appeared in his heart.

A moment later, he felt a sharp gaze with clear killing intent, and the frivolity in his eyes suddenly dissipated and turned into a dignified Jiang Sinan subconsciously turned his head to meet that gaze.

After his eyes swept over, he saw a small snow-white figure floating beside the "big garlic", his vision suddenly blurred, and then his eyes went black, surrounded by a sense of falling from the sky.

Before his vision went dark, he vaguely saw a pair of ice-blue eyes.

"Come down."

So the sword-wielding sword cultivator fell straight down like a kite with a broken string.