Another maple leaf slowly fell down, Luo Xiaoxia, who was dressed in plain clothes, stretched out her hand, caught it gently, lowered her head to look at the fallen leaves, she noticed that the stems of this maple leaf had been brushed and broken, as if it was an invisible sword.

There was a thin sound of music floating in her ears, Luo Xiaoxia turned her head and looked at the young man in Tsing Yi sitting on the maple tree.

The maple leaves are like fire, covering the figure of the twenty-year-old boy.

Because of a fierce battle with Cang He Yuan, the head of Jiuhua Mountain, a few days ago, he was injured internally, and his face still looked a little pale at the moment.

He was now thinning a leaf, rolling it up and playing it to his lips.

Leaning his head against the trunk of the tree, he closed his eyes slightly, as if enjoying the moment away from the killing.

In the past few years of purgatory, this song is his only spiritual support, that is, it is by virtue of this light that he can live to this day.

Neither died in the Shura Blood Field, nor degenerated into a cold-blooded killing machine in endless killing.

But at this moment, the young man's body still retains a strong sword aura and murderous aura.

Although it was a low tune, the maple leaves of the trees fell to the ground one after another in the invisible sword aura, like a red rain.

This child, like a string that is taut all the time, gives people a sense of danger and anxiety.

He was only twenty years old...... But that kind of martial arts is already better than anyone she has ever seen!

That day, in front of the Tianmen Sect Mountain, the sunset slowly took away the afterglow from the earth, the sword of the Demon Palace in front of her was like an ocean, and the cold and snow-white wave tips reflected a warm red little light, she heard the Shaogong of the Demon Palace call her "Sister Xiaoxia", her eyes were strange blue colors, he was extremely serious, but he said to her very easily: "As long as you can win against me, I will let you go." ”

As the words fell, Luo Xiaoxia swept into the air, although her hand was just an ordinary blade snatched from the hands of the disciples of the Great Light Palace on the side, but under her dance, it exuded an incomparably awe-inspiring light.

The disciples of the Demon Palace listened to the instructions of the Young Palace Master, and they really spread out more than ten steps and went to the side to watch the battle.

Luo Xiaoxia didn't dare to be careless at all, her toes connected the dots, her moves were sharp, and she tried her best to go all out with every sword, she was like a petrel flying above the top of the waves, fighting with the young man with two peerless divine weapons in his hand.

However, she never thought that the young man, who was only twenty years old now, had a surprisingly high martial arts.

Qin Ying's swordsmanship is very exquisite, the most important thing is that Luo Xiaoxia noticed that in the subtlety of his swordsmanship, there was actually a taste similar to Xiang Yun's Dachu Sword Song, but the most strange thing was his internal strength, the power transmitted by the hero sword was very weird, even if Luo Xiaoxia had already cast the Remnant Yang Technique, she still felt that every time she punched him, she felt that she was surging with qi and blood.

What's even worse is that the opponent's divine soldier is in her hand, but every time she takes a sword, the long sword in her hand is shattered inch by inch!

This is the first time Luo Xiaoxia has experienced the feeling of Xiang Yun when she fights against herself, she can only rely on the ingenuity of her body to avoid going head-to-head with the long sword in his hand, and every time she breaks a sword, she will immediately snatch another one in the hands of the disciples of the Side Demon Palace.

Perhaps because of the orders of the young palace master, those people didn't dare to resist at all, and let their weapons be taken away.

However, despite this, the sword in his hand still crumbled one after another.

After a hundred moves, her mouth was fierce and her blood flowed all over her palms. And in front of Tianmen Mountain, as far as the eye can see, there is no longer a usable sword.

It's just such a stunned god, the long sword is like the wind, and the heroic sword of the young palace master of the Demon Palace has been pointed on her side neck.

Her eyebrows were as red as blood because of the Remnant Yang Technique, and the young man's pupils were also tinged with a strange dark blue color.

For a long time, under her unrelenting direct gaze, as if there was a thousand forces in her heart, the young palace master of the Demon Palace, slowly moved the sword away from her neck.

"Sister Xiaoxia, tell me, what am I going to do with you?" The compelling sword aura faded from his cheeks, and the young man's dark blue eyes were still painful and confused, and there was even a hint of pleading: "I can't kill you, let alone lock you up, or use phantom Gu on you, I really can't do anything about you, Sister Xiaoxia, tell me, what am I going to do, what am I going to do with you?"

Qin Ying became more and more painful, and his brows were already wrinkled: "Why did you come here, wouldn't it be better to let that arrogant and rude daughter die!"

Obviously, it was his own request to let Luo Xiaoxia go up the mountain with a red-faced sword in exchange for Chu Ling'er, but now he complained about Luo Xiaoxia.

Hearing such childish words, Luo Xiaoxia was a little stunned, it was difficult for her to connect the murderous and unconcealable young palace master of the Demon Palace just now with the tangled and painful child in front of her.

She said slowly, "Then let me go back!"

"No!" Qin Ying reflexively rejected Luo Xiaoxia, and at the same time, his eyes were full of blue and murderous aura, and he almost gritted his teeth and said: "I won't let you go, let alone let you go back to Xiang Yun's side, I will kill him! I killed him with my own hands! You know very well that I have that strength now." ”

Qin Ying does have that strength, Luo Xiaoxia has already understood it just now.

At the peak of Qin Ying now, his abundant sword power has already entered the dragon threshold of the great martial arts master, and Luo Xiaoxia can clearly feel that he still has spare strength.

Although she couldn't figure out how deep Xiang Yun's strength was, after all, the two had never tried their best to fight, but she was very sure that the current Qin Ying's threat to Xiang Yun should not be weaker than that big devil Lu Weilou.

"Then you kill me first," Luo Xiaoxia looked at him lightly, it was not looking at the eyes of the opponent, but the eyes of an adult looking at a child, she didn't mind being in such an embarrassing situation at all: "If you really can't do it, you can let them do it." ”

Luo Xiaoxia casually threw away the empty bladeless hilt of the sword and pointed at the surrounding sect members of the Demon Palace.

"No!" Seeing that some disciples around him were about to move, it was still very tempting for them to be able to kill Luo Xiaoxia, who was able to seal the river with a sword.

The heroic sword in Qin Ying's hand was unsheathed by half an inch, the cold light pierced people, and he shouted: "Whoever dares to kill you, I want to see who dares! If you want to kill you, you have to step on my corpse." ”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding Demon Palace disciples retreated even further.

"Xiaoying ......" looked at the somewhat nervous young man in front of him a little helplessly, Luo Xiaoxia sighed slightly, suddenly remembered, and suggested: "That's it...... If you promise me not to kill Xiang Yun, then I will stay. ”