Seeing that Ling Qiwei was bent on seeking death, Xue Qingrou was shocked and hurriedly withdrew the fairy sword.

Taking advantage of this air attack, Qian Lingzi suddenly floated from Ling Qiwei's figure, and a sword pierced through Xue Qingrou's heart.

Xue Qingrou's eyes widened, she raised her hand and clenched the long sword on her chest, and just as she was about to use her hand to counterattack Qian Lingzi again, the long sword completely penetrated her body.

The flowers that were not in the ears of the people fell to the ground, and the petals scattered into the dust.

Yiren's plain white dress gradually dyed bright red, and his blood-stained palms trembled and raised, trying to grab the unreachable Ling Qiwei.

"Wake up, Qi Wei! Wake up, you are my Kunlun disciple, Qi Wei!"

Qian Lingzi smirked and crushed the flowers on the ground into the soil, drew his sword and stabbed forward, ruthlessly making up for it.

The plain white palace skirt was completely dyed red, Xue Qingrou's eyes gradually lost their brilliance, she kept coughing up blood, and her eyebrows were full of melancholy and guilt.

If she could accompany Qi Wei more and treat her more attentively, she might not have gone down the evil path.

"Ancestor, ancestor, Qi Wei, Qi Wei, Qi Wei she is ...... It's innocent, let her go, let ...... go"

The voice was abrupt, and the bare hand fell to the ground, Xue Qingrou was like the flower that fell into the mud, her soul was broken, and the fragrance was the same.

The thirty-six immortal swords in the hall fell to the mortal dust at the same time, and the spiritual light was dissipated, and the air was lifeless.

Qian Lingzi carried a long sword and hid in the soft shadow of Xueqing, waiting for the rabbit, waiting for the next person to die.

That person may be Li Qinyue or Gu Chen, but Qian Lingzi hopes that he is Luoyang.

Ling Qiwei stood expressionlessly in place, two lines of tears swept down her pretty face, her eyes were ruthless, but her heart hurt like a knife.

The eldest sister Ruo Mother, there is a figure of Xue Qingrou at every moment of her life.

She is so stupid, the dogma is clearly written, she does not seek the afterlife, and stands in the present. She's so stupid, and she's always around when she should be cherished.

Only when you lose do you know repentance, and when you die, you know how to cherish it, this is not a layman, but you are obsessed.

Outside the void, the young patriarch's heart palpitations for no reason, the long sword danced, and the sword river flowed straight down, shaking the void.

Nanli laughed and waved his fist, and the demon Yan scattered, and the flying sword collapsed before and after, turning into mottled starlight again.

Taking advantage of this moment, the young patriarch tilted his head and looked at the mountain gate, and endless killing intent suddenly floated in his eyebrows, breaking the boundary, "Qin Yue, go to Ziwei Palace quickly!"

As soon as Li Qinyue was about to move, the Kunlun disciple beside him suddenly jumped up, his body changed into an emaciated old woman, the silver hairpin in his hand waved the painting, and thousands of ghost faces fell in the air, forcing Li Qinyue to stop, threw out the black and white chess pieces, and urged the two-color sword qi to block the ghost face in the sky to protect the rest of the disciples.

"Senior Brother Luoyang, I'll help you go to Ziwei Palace. ”

Exterminating the ghost face, Li Qinyue transmitted the sound of Luoyang through the air, pointed at the empty point, and the black and white qi turned into a ladder, all the way to Yuanchen Mountain.

The old woman wanted to fly to stop her, but before she could make a move, she was forced back a few feet by the black and white sword qi.

"Fan Mei, it's not the time for you to be out, since you can't bear the loneliness, I'll give you a ride!" Li Qinyue said coldly, without a sword in his hand, and there was an iron horse and ice river between his words, endless slaughter!

Luoyang walked forward on the black and white ladder, and after a while, he flew down in the Ziwei Palace, staring at the Yiren who fell in a pool of blood, the bone joints of his left hand were white, he was holding the scabbard of the sword, and his right hand trembled towards Xue Qingrou's neck, lifeless!

The scarlet incantation was all over his palms, and Luoyang suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, staring at Ling Qiwei not far away, hoping that his senior sister could give an explanation that could be forgiven.

Ling Qiwei was silent, her tears couldn't stop falling, her eyes were dull, she pinched the sword trick like a puppet, and the twelve fairy swords slashed out, and the sword qi tore through the void, murderous.

Sauvignon Blanc suddenly came out of its sheath, and slashed straight towards the twelve fairy swords, the blades were staggered, and Luoyang slashed the nine swords in one go, and was finally knocked high by the wax elephant.

Hanmei and Yan Nanfei came left and right, Luoyang retreated to Xue Qingrou's side, swung the sword and slashed again, and the two fairy swords rose into the air.

The Sauvignon Blanc continued to tremble, and the Luoyang tiger's mouth was shattered, and the bright red stained the sleeves of the robe, dyeing the entire black-red hilt red.

"One sword against twelve swords, should I say that you are a newborn calf and are not afraid of tigers, or do you say that you are stupid and have a good life?"

Qian Lingzi suddenly surfaced in the shadow of Xue Qingsoft, and the long sword stabbed out, and before the sword arrived, the sword qi cut off the surrounding shelves and split the water.

The sword was very fast, but Luoyang's reaction was not slow, his body shook, and a splash of blood broke out from his left shoulder, narrowly avoiding the piercing long sword.

"Is that you?"

"That's right, that's me. ”

Qian Lingzi waved his long sword lightly and looked at Luoyang with interest, if he died Qi Tianxiang, I am afraid that he would go crazy, that expression must be extremely exciting.

Luoyang slowly lifted the long sword, and the two pure bamboos in the sea of knowledge floated back and forth, and the third also rose in size, and the extreme plain white brilliance lit up the entire sea of knowledge.

With a roar, the crimson spiritual power came out of his body, raising a large cloud of dust, framing his senior sister, and killing his fellow disciples, Luoyang hated Qian Lingzi so much that he just wanted to kill him.

"Flowers, insects and birds!"

Qian Lingzi gave orders softly, Ling Qiwei obediently urged the fairy sword, and twelve fairy swords surged, splitting and picking thorns, attacking the indifferent white-clothed young man from all directions at the same time.

Sauvignon Blanc swirled, the crimson sword aura suddenly spread out, and the twelve immortal swords that were three feet close to him flew out upside down at the same time, spinning a few times in the air, hanging weakly beside Ling Qiwei, his voice roared softly, as if he was afraid of something.

Sanhua broke out of his body, and Qian Lingzi wiped out the approaching sword qi with a wave of his sleeves, and released his divine sense, locking Luoyang in place, raising his sword and eyebrows, and pointing at Luoyang's eyebrows with a little cold star.

Luoyang struggled frantically, but he was never able to get rid of the shackles of divine thoughts.

Qian Lingzi proudly hooked the corners of his mouth, the long sword stabbed out, and the sword light flashed through the void, and he was just about to get close to Luoyang when he was blown away by a punch.

The invisible energy shook the void, and Qian Lingzi's divine thoughts were self-defeating.

The dust dissipated, and the bandit closed his fist in front of Luoyang, his face was cold, and his burly figure was like a mountain, steady and steady, and he felt extremely reliable.

"Chang Ming, don't be nosy, leave now, I can be blamed for the past. ”

Qian Lingzi threw away the long sword with a few cracks in his hand, and untied the blindfolded black cloth as he spoke, his closed eyes slowly opened, his eyes were scarlet and deep, and the gray and dead ghost qi was wrapped around his shoulders and limbs, but there was a faint ghost crying in the blue sky and day.

The candlelight in the secret room swayed violently, Ou Que got up in a hurry, accidentally brought down the stone chair behind him, his eyes jumped, staring at the ghost eyes of Qian Lingzi, his fists were clenched very tightly, his joints were white, and his nails were deeply sunk into his palms.

Thousands of calculations but did not calculate that Qianlingzi had been reincarnated as a ghost, Qianling Insect Gu, Ghost Spirit Secret Technique and Kunlun Secret Sword were ten Danyuzi, and it was impossible for ten of them to hurt Qianlingzi even if they were added together.

"Is that poison still useful?"

"People are different from ghosts, that medicine is a murderer, not a ghost, and the red eyes are war ghosts, war ghosts are born for war, and they don't die in a hundred battles, how can they be afraid of all poisons in the world?"

Ni Yuzi pretended to sigh, his hands hidden in his robe, clenched his fists tightly, and forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, eager to look up to the sky and howl to express his heart.