The person who came to kill was seriously injured, and if he hadn't escaped quickly, he might have fallen into Han Chuang's hands.

Wang Xi turned into a ray of fire and ran wildly in the desert.

How long has it been since you felt the onslaught of death?

It seems like a long, long time.

At this moment, he felt this aura.

From early morning till dusk, from cold to heat, he ran wildly until his strength was almost exhausted, and then he stopped, his hands pressed on his knees, gasping for breath, his gray hair stained with sweat twisted into a rope, and his sharp eyes were full of resentful light.

"Han Chuang! Han Chuang! I'm going to kill you!"

An angry roar resounded in the depths of the desert, drifting far, far away, but unfortunately no one answered, let alone cheered.

Wang Xi is asking for his own hardships.

If he hadn't asked Da Da to go alone, the outcome might have been completely different, if he had used the Cloud Flame Streamer for the first time, the outcome might have been completely opposite, and if he had paid a little more attention to Han Chuang, the outcome would have even been reversed.

But there is never a if in life, everything is over, if you lose, you lose, it is impossible to fight from the beginning, only shame is still rippling in my heart.

Wang Xi clenched his fists, his nails embedded in the flesh, but he still didn't notice it, blood oozed out, and he still didn't notice it.

Suddenly, a man walked out of the yellow sand, a woman, a beautiful woman.

It's a pity that she is a beautiful woman, if she is old and ugly, she will never attract Wang Xi's attention, but she is a beautiful woman.

The beautiful women who dare to walk the rivers and lakes are very dangerous, and the beautiful women who dare to appear alone in the desert are even more like black widows.

Combining the three points, the person who came was an extremely dangerous woman.

Wang Xi's temples were beating non-stop, and at the same time his heart was beating, and he didn't know when this beating heart would stop abruptly.

"Who are you!" Wang Xi shouted, his voice a little hoarse.

This is also a matter of course, after experiencing a defeat, and almost running out of true qi, and being in the middle of the desert, anyone's voice will become hoarse, and his throat is on fire, no matter how much he swallows the saliva, it cannot be extinguished, but it tends to intensify.

The woman's lips opened lightly and spit out two words: "Fuliu." ”

Wang Xi's pupils shrank suddenly.

There are many women called Fuliu in this world, and there are many beautiful women called Fuliu, but there is only one Fuliu who dares to appear in front of him.

"You're his man. Wang Xi pointed at Fuliu tremblingly.

Who is he?

He is just a code name, no different from you and me, but he in Wang Xi's mouth refers to a person, a person in a high and powerful position in the Evil Moon Sect.

If Han Chuang is here, he will definitely recognize that the person is the goblin Fu Liu next to Nie Yuxin, Fu Liu is a willow demon, generally speaking, the willow demon cannot appear in a place where there is a lack of water, but Fu Liu appears in the desert, which can only show one point, her strength is already so high that she is not bound by ordinary rules.

This is a youkai above the contemplation period, and it should even be a youkai in the late stage of contemplation.

Although Wang Xi's true qi was exhausted, his spiritual sense was still there, but he couldn't feel the existence of Fu Liu, if his eyes and nose were not deceiving, then there was only one thing that could explain it - Fu Liu's strength was stronger than him.

An excessively strong martial artist who is stronger than the middle stage of concentrating, but not strong, is not what is it in the late stage of condensation.

There are several masters in the late stage of the Condensation Period in the entire Southeast Region, one or two of each of the three major sects, and one in the Hanmen Alliance, and there is more? I don't seem to have heard of it, but at this moment, Wang Xi wants to add a Fuliu to the list of the late stage of Condensation.

Fuliu is a mysterious woman, Wang Xi only heard her name, but did not see her, but she didn't want to meet today, in the desert, the two finally met.

"What are you doing here?" Wang Xi asked warily.

"Kill you. Fuliu didn't hide it.

Wang Xi is no exception, Fuliu appears here, there is only one possibility, that is, to kill him, because Fuliu is Nie Yuxin's side, representing the monster of death.

Wang Xi laughed, laughed, laughed desolately, and soon the smile was stopped, his expression was gloomy as water: "Do you think you killed me?"

Wang Xi's specialty lies in speed, even if he is a master in the late stage of concentrating, it is not easy to kill him, although his true qi is almost exhausted at this moment, but it is still possible to perform a body technique.

He wanted to run, but no one could keep him.

He was about to move, when he saw Fuliu wave his right hand, and two wicker sticks stretched out of the soil and wrapped around his legs, and the wicker with thorns would instantly pierce the skin and blood seep out.

This is not an ordinary wicker, but a wicker transformed by a monster with true qi, and its tenacity is no less than that of an ordinary divine soldier.

If Wang Xi's true qi was complete, he would be able to easily break through the restraints, but at this moment he was exhausted.

The body is bound, and life and death are not up to oneself.

Wang Xi was far from being as tenacious as he imagined, and finally collapsed in the face of tremendous pressure, and he shouted loudly: "Let go of me! Fuliu, you dare to kill me?"

Fu Liu smiled, approached him, and with a finger of his right hand, two more wickers stretched out from the ground and tied Wang Xi's hand.

Fuliu said coldly: "Why don't I dare to kill you." ”

Wang Xi shouted: "I am the elder of the Evil Moon Sect, you can't kill me, if you kill me, Nie Yuxin will never be able to escape from it, and the sect master will not let him go." ”

Fuliu smiled, sneering and cold.

She put her mouth to Wang Xi's ear and said lightly, "To tell you the truth, at least thirteen disciples at this time can prove his innocence for adults. ”

Wang Xi's eyes widened, and he saw a snow-bright lancet, which had been cut down on his throat.

What a bright knife!

There was no wind, and the wind froze.

The fast knife may not be bright, but the bright knife must be very fast, and the willow blade, which is as thin as a cicada's wings, is even faster to the extreme, and it slashed at Wang Xi's throat in the blink of an eye.

Wang Xi's eyes widened, his eyes still revealed an incredible light, and he didn't believe that Fu Liu really dared to do it until he died, but Fu Liu not only moved, but also cut off his head.

A streak of blood appeared on his neck, and blood oozed out, gradually gathering into a blood-colored waterfall.

At this moment, the solidified wind suddenly began to blow again, bringing a biting chill, and the wind blew on the face like a knife.

simply

-- Wang Xi can't feel it anymore.

Fuliu smiled and said, "Little thing, it seems that I am going to give you a gift again." ”

The deeper the night, the heavier the chill.

This is the same whether it is in the water town south of the Yangtze River or in the desert.

The oil lamp in Han Chuang's room had not been extinguished, and he sat at the round table, drinking wine cup after cup.

The wine is the best Shu wine, it is Ye Sanniang's treasure, and it will not be easily revealed, but what is more important than the grace of saving lives?

The Shu wine is strong, and the room is filled with the aroma of wine.

Suddenly, Han Chuang smelled a fragrance that did not belong to the aroma of wine, like agarwood, and like wood, with a kind of poetry unique to Jiangnan water towns.

"The fall is silent, the spring is in tears, and the clouds are shy and the moon is ashamed. ”

Smack!

Three disconnected, distinct applause interrupted Han Chuang's poetry, and when he looked back, he saw Fu Liu standing behind him with a smile, still wearing a green silk robe, outlining the delicate curves unique to women.

"You're here?" Han Chuang said, his tone extremely light.

"You know I'm coming?" Fuliu raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

"I don't know. Han Chuang smiled: "If I knew, I would never stay." ”

Fuliu giggled and said, "Am I so scary?" or because I'm a demon and you're human. ”

Han Chuang smiled, took a sip of wine to himself, and said: "People are sometimes more terrifying than demons, but you are a beautiful demon, beautiful things, whether they are humans or demons, are not terrifying. ”

Fuliu smiled and said coldly: "I'm not terrifying, but I will kill." With a wave of his right hand, the lancet came out of its sheath and slashed at Han Chuang's throat.

This knife was extremely similar to the one she used to kill Wang Xi, both in terms of speed and strength, and Wang Xi couldn't dodge this knife, let alone Han Chuang.

He couldn't dodge, he didn't try to dodge, he sat in his chair and didn't move.

The cold blade slashed at Han Chuang's throat, and the skin at the throat sank down slightly.

Han Chuang still didn't move, he didn't even blink his eyes, and the knife didn't cut down, the blade reached his throat and suddenly stopped.

Fu Liu stared at his eyes, suddenly smiled, and said: "Yes, it is really the man that Qingqing fancies, he has courage and courage, and he is much stronger than Wang Xi's waste." ”

Han Chuang pushed away the blade, smiled coldly, and said, "You met Wang Xi?"

Fuliu nodded.

Han Chuang said again: "Then you also know what happened between me and him?"

Fuliu nodded again.

Han Chuang said again: "Then what are you doing here? We are enemies." ”

Fuliu snorted coldly and said, "Naturally, I'll kill you." ”

"Kill me?" Han Chuang laughed, "You won't kill me." ”

Fu Liu's eyes widened, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he said: "How do you know that I won't kill you, just now if I take a step further, you will fall to the ground!"

Han Chuang said, "I know. ”

Fuliu said: "Got it, do you still think I won't kill you?"

Han Chuang said, "There is no murderous aura on your knife. ”

Fuliu chuckled, took back the lancet, and said, "You're right, no one can kill a knife without murderous aura." ”

Han Chuang put down his wine glass and smiled, "Okay, what's the matter with coming to me?"

Fuliu smiled and said, "Give you a gift." ”

"Gift-giving?" Han Chuang smiled, "Would you be so kind?"

Fuliu rolled his eyes and asked, "Am I not kind enough?" Don't forget, but I took you to Qingqing. ”

Han Chuang snorted coldly and said, "I won't forget it, because Qingqing was also taken away by you personally from the Qingzhu Sect!"

When Han Chuang said this, he regretted it a little in his heart.

He should have stimulated Fuliu so much, Fuliu is a demon, the demon is the most fickle, the last moment he was smiling at each other, and the next moment he might draw his sword to face each other.

Stimulating a fickle person can easily make her change in a bad direction.

Sure enough, Fuliu's face was gloomy, and the knife was unsheathed again: "Are you asking me to kill you?"

Before the knife was unsheathed, Han Chuang would be afraid, but after it was unsheathed, he was not afraid, because Fuliu's knife was still not murderous.

"You're not going to kill me. Han Chuang said slowly.

Fu Liu stared into his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I really want to cut off your head together, just like cutting off Wang Xi's head." ”

"What? You said cut off Wang Xi's head?" Han Chuang's eyes widened, revealing an incredulous gaze.

Fuliu Yingying smiled and said, "What's wrong, what's wrong with cutting off his head?"

Han Chuang said, "It's not wrong, it's a big mistake," and the words changed and asked, "Have you left Nie Delusion?"

Fuliu chuckled and said, "Do you think I'm going to leave him?"

Han Chuang said: "That's when he left the Evil Moon Sect." ”

Fu Liu said: "He didn't leave the Evil Moon Sect either. ”

Han Chuang was puzzled: "Then why did you cut off Wang Xi's head." ”

Fuliu smiled: "I like it, do you need a reason?"

Han Chuang couldn't cry or laugh.