"Cheap, there is a kind of coming at me and letting my senior brother go!" Xiao Feng's piercing voice made Hua Yanru feel a special taste in her heart, and nameless anger burned in her heart.

Hua Yanru turned her head and glared at Xiao Feng fiercely when she heard the sound, her eyes became extremely cold, she hated someone to say this about her, the word "cheap" is the most boring in her life, she has always been holy and never coquettish, gentle and virtuous is obvious to all, daring to scold her is a great insult, that is, tired of looking for death!

Xiao Feng's eyes were less angry, carrying the snow-light thin sword, carrying the energy of his whole body, the mana surging out, and the surging mana breath filled his robe. Xueguang thin sword faintly sounded, and the sound of Zilala was a sorrowful cry of unrewarded ambition, or a roar that died together, it didn't matter anymore.

Xiao Feng vows to die with Hua Yan, no matter what hurtful and rebellious things he and his senior brother do, he will do this at this moment, leaving a pillar of development for his master, and fight!

"Die, bitch!" Xiao Feng roared, igniting his spiritual power, like a sword shining with silver light, piercing the flowers like dust. Fei Ling's sword light was so desperate and used all his strength.

Looking sideways at his junior brother's irrational behavior, Xiao Ruofeng could only stretch out his left hand and take out the sword from Rose Phantom's body, and slash at Hua Yanru with his back hand, while shouting "Don't!"

The wicked strike first, and they often die embarrassingly!

Before Xiao Feng's last blow of life arrived, a dazzling blood splattered out. A pair of sword sects that have only been in the league for hundreds of years can compare to Hua Yanru's combat experience. The two swords, one in front and one in the back, are deadly, and Hua Yan is like the Aoshuang sword in his hand at will. Before Xiao Ruofeng's sword stabbed back in front of Hua Yanru, his left arm flew out with blood.

The severe pain of the broken arm made Xiao Ruofeng cry out, and the pain of cutting his bones and heart made Xiao Ruofeng kneel down and roll on the ground in pain.

And Xiao Feng's last blow is here!

The dazzling white sword light, the white is so terrible, every bit of white light is transformed by Xiao Feng's blood mana, using the cost of his life as a weapon, to go to the end of the flower. But will the vicious and insidious Xiaofeng succeed?

It is estimated that it is enough to choke, because when Xiao Feng's sword light was close to being as bright as a zhang in front of him, it was blocked by a dazzling beautiful light. The mana aura that turned from pink to purple flickered and flowed. The color of purple pink is so beautiful.

A dreamy pink glow. The dreamy purple is noble and elegant, and the interweaving of the two colors is not the fulfillment of a dream, but the repayment of sin.

Hua Yanru exuded an incomparably powerful mana aura, turning Xiao Feng's attack into nothingness at that moment. Under the power of Hua Yanru at the pinnacle of the swordless transformation realm. The mana breath alone made Xiao Feng's swordless skill a child's play. If you talk about the profundity of the realm of mana. Hua Yanru may really be stronger than Hou Yi.

There was only fear and astonishment left in Xiao Feng's eyes, "Impossible?" This is the last sentence left in Xiao Feng's life, and he finished saying it in this sound of disbelief. Xiao Feng burned out of his mana and disappeared into the air in advance. The flesh and bones of the body turned into a cloud of white steam and a handful of ashes drifted away.

What kind of trick is "turning into spring mud to protect flowers", even Hou Yi doesn't know very well, after all, he has not personally experienced Hua Yanru's ruthless side, he will only appreciate Hua Yanru's gentleness and cold arrogance. In Hou Yi's eyes, Hua Yanru must be the most gentle, most caring, and most familiar daughter-in-law in the Ice and Fire Mansion, and they really met too early, Ha Luha. That inhaled style may always be sweet in the hearts of Hou Yi and Hua Yanru until eternity.

Xiao Feng, the head of the right sword sect of the evil sword sect, was defeated in front of Hua Yanru's mana breath in this way, and the defeat was a mess, and there was no power to reverse.

Hua Yanru "hummed", her face was calm again, and she ignored the free wind that was rolling on the ground and crying her father and calling her mother. Hua Yanru slid her body, and when she came to the stainless steel cage, her jade hand gently rested on the stainless steel pillar and flicked it.

The "Ding Ding" stainless steel pillar is pointed by the flowers, and the jade fingers are slender and slender, as if there is a kind of brisk melody.

A dozen stout inspiring vines sprang out of nowhere, wrapping around each pillar of steel. Then an inexplicable slime flowed out of the tentacles of the vines, and the sound of "Zilala" came and went, and the slime covered the steel pillars. Immediately afterwards, the stainless steel pillars actually melted, and the stainless steel pillars with the thickness of two feet and calves were melted by the vines. Melt into a puddle of iron pulp, and on top of the iron pulp grew black and red flowers, a beautiful flower that I can't name.

Tingshihua finally prepared the corresponding antidote, and it was the right time to distribute it to the top ten sword spirits and the little junior sisters. The situation of the ten sword spirits and the three junior sisters improved. Hua Yanru walked into the blooming glamorous flowers to visit the condition of the ten sword spirits. It seems that the Left Sword Gate on the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain is not a dangerous realm at all, it is simply the back garden of Qunfang Palace.

"The ghost is coming! Monster, run!" The disciples of the Left Sword Sect who retreated to the cultivation room of the head of the sect were simply quite frightened when they saw this scene, and the head of the Right Sword Sect was killed with one move, and the proud protective steel cage of the head of the sect was melted.

It was really a tree falling and scattered, Xiao Ruofeng looked back at the scene where the disciples fled and scattered, and his heart was extremely cold. Xiao Ruofeng couldn't stop crying out in pain, and struggled to stand up with his right hand sword. Xiao Ruofeng looked at the desolation of the place where his junior brother disappeared, and felt very uncomfortable, his junior brother followed him to learn art since he was a child, whether it was to go out of the country to cause trouble or to get into trouble when he grew up, or to plot the heavenly realm and assassinate the emperor of heaven, even if it was counted as the robbery of the fairy and the bullying of the above talents, his senior brother and brother were inseparable.

Unexpectedly, the junior brother would give up his life in order to save him, and at this moment, Xiao Ruofeng couldn't help but shed tears. Although he is a bad person, he is a traitor, he is a bastard, he is still a senior brother, Hua Yan is responsible for the death of his junior brother! The blood of the junior brother will not be shed in vain, and the revenge of the broken arm must be returned!

"Cheap people, if you can't beat me, you will kill my junior brother, and if you don't let me sleep, you will cut off my arm. Today, don't think about walking out of Wanjian Mountain again, I want you to be 10,000 people" Xiao Ruofeng didn't finish speaking, and there were two more blood sword marks on his face.

Hua Yanru flew back just when Xiao Ruofeng was not inferior, and with a flick of the sword light, she gave Xiao Ruofeng two bloody slaps, which were slapped with the blade of the sword. Blood flowed out, and Xiao Ruofeng no longer had three sword wounds on his face, and he could no longer see the handsome appearance clearly. It's not that Hua Yan is ruthless, but he blames Xiao Ruofeng for being too immoral.

The disciples of the Left Sword Sect who had escaped had not yet run a few dozen steps before they were shocked by a powerful aura of mana, and they lowered their heads and stopped fleeing. A beautiful yellow figure was as straight as a long sword, and walked over with a rare sword.

Behind this yellow figure, followed by the six elders of the Sword Sect, the Ten Sword Soul Masters, the Forty Cloud Swordsmen, and a group of Sword Sect disciples, their appearance made the disciples of the Left Sword Sect who were supposed to be scattered to stop the idea of retreating. These fifty-six well-dressed Sword Sect masters were all proud disciples of the Female Sword Saint.

The Forty Cloud Swordsman is cultivating a unique sword sect secret array, and once the sword formation is released, it can be worth the impact combat power of thousands of troops and horses. The Ten Sword Souls are the positions of the Ten Sword Spirits who have been expelled from the division by the Sword Sect, and the ten male disciples who are proficient in swordsmanship are said to be no less powerful than the Ten Sword Spirits.

And the six elders of the Sword Sect are undoubtedly the strongest of them, and the fluttering white beards also show that their mana is thick and long, and it is unknown whether the power of swordsmanship is really superb. The six elders are in charge of the affairs of the sword sect, and teach the different swordsmanship of the sword souls under them. Very few of the disciples of the Sword Sect have seen the elders make a move, and it is enough to teach swordsmanship by the acting masters, sword soul masters, and cloud swordsmen.

This yellow beautiful figure is the female sword saint Xiao Wuyun, the female sword saint came to the left sword gate to help nothing else, it was for the safety of her eldest son. It is unknown how much strength Xiao Wuyun, who first ascended to the swordless desperate situation, has improved. Xue Ya, Lin Shuangyun, and Lin Jing'er's kung fu was not enough to fight against them, and the ten sword spirits did not dare to offend the former master, only Hua Yanru faced this powerful sword aura alone.

What will be the fate of Hua Yanru?Will the flowers bloom delicately or poignantly wither under the breath of the sword (to be continued......