Sword, out!

Wang Zihan was dressed in purple and carrying a long whip, she had never laughed since the beginning of the Six Great Sects, and even after learning of Xu Changan's death, no one had ever seen her laugh.

Zhao Yanwan sighed and shook her head.

This Nizi is even more stubborn than she was at the beginning. Thinking of this, he looked at Pei Changkong next door, and Pei Changkong also looked at Zhao Yanwan. The two looked at each other, and then Pei Changkong looked at Wang Zihan, he also heard about it, and heard about the relationship between her and Xu Changan who didn't have time to talk about at the beginning. sighed heavily, looked at the viewing platform, and hesitated to tell them about Xu Chang'an's survival.

The years urge people to grow old, but feelings can directly teach people to promise life and death.

Just now, she said a word in front of Tie Caiyi.

"I want to beat Qing Jiu for him. ”

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Qing Jiu was pale and dressed in white, if it weren't for the people of the Demon Dao behind him, he would be like a weak scholar. Of course, this must be done if no one else knows about his bloodsucking.

Wang Zihan's sword eyebrows and eyes have not changed, but since he knew that Xu Changan was gone, he had a more heroic spirit in his body, or it was more accurate to say that he was murderous.

She walked to the center of the Fengwu Platform with a long whip in her hand, and looked at Qing Jiu, who was smiling and lazy.

"I heard that you have something to do with him?" Qing Jiu smiled. Although the rumored person died outside Chang'an City, he still felt regretful.

He came down from Yunmeng Mountain with him, and entered the two realms of righteousness and demon together, and the life trajectory of the two in front of them seemed to be natural opponents, but fate played a joke on him. He thought he was the enemy of his life, but he actually died outside Chang'an City.

Qing Jiu was wearing a wrench in his hand, kept rubbing it, looked at Wang Zihan, and sighed softly.

"If he is still here, I will definitely give you a big gift when you get married in the future, and after the marriage, I will fight with him in a dignified manner. ”

"It's a pity!" Qing Jiu said with a folding fan in his other hand, shaking it gently.

He looked at Wang Zihan with a hint of tenderness in his eyes, as well as remembrance.

"I see him as a lifelong rival, and it's a shame that I didn't really fight. My greatest enemy is often my best friend, and the bond between me and him may be a little earlier than you and him, and he is the first person I have ever stepped into the world of cultivators. ”

Qing Jiu raised his eyes and looked at Wang Zihan with a sad face.

"I'm going to give him a gift. ”

"Would you like to go down and accompany him?

, a person is always a little lonely underneath. ”

Qing Jiu's voice was very soft, with tenderness, as if he really wanted to give a big gift to his old friend.

Wang Zihan looked at him coldly, shook his head, and with a shake of his hand, a long whip made a sound of breaking through the air, crackling in the air.

"Those were the ones who killed him, and none of them could run away in my lifetime. You are his old friend, so you go and help me accompany him first. ”

Wang Zihan said, the purple light all over his body soared, and the whip shadow in the sky attacked Qing Jiu.

Qing Jiu held a folding fan in his hand, leaving a white afterimage in the air, flashing left and closing right, and he was comfortable in the whip shadow. Zhao Yanwan Qingchi Feng was originally forcibly on Shu Mountain, and the sword technique used was naturally not used, she did not roar, but waved the long whip with a solemn face, and there seemed to be a purple fortune in Fengwu Taizhong.

Seeing Qing Jiu's complacent appearance, she bit her lip, and the mana of her whole body surged towards the long whip.

The whip shadow suddenly became denser, and a trace of red appeared on the back of Qing Jiu's snow-white hand.

He's always defended, never attacked. With a folding fan in his hand, in the shadow of the whip, he is like a dashing son, facing the storm with ease. is also like an optimistic poet, in the face of great setbacks, he has the open-mindedness of "bamboo canes and shoes are lighter than horses".

But now, he was a little annoyed.

Qing Jiu didn't plan to play with the woman in front of him anymore, he decided to attack.

Whether it is a game of life and death or a competition, it is most taboo to try it slowly, and in the end it is regrettable to lose. If you want to strike, then strike the enemy under the sword with a thunderous force.

Qing Jiu is such a person, let Wang Zihan not be given any chance, he plans to give Xu Changan, the old man, a bit of comfort, he should be happy to see his beloved woman below, right?

Qing Jiu spread his hands out, threw away the folding fan, and a small copper bowl appeared from his arms. It stayed in the air, dripping and turning, and there was a burst of red light on the bowl, and the whip dissipated as soon as the wind blew.

"Holy Bowl!"

"Magic Bowl!"

Two distinct voices appeared at the same time, both eyes focused on the small bowl in the field.

The small copper bowl cast a burst of light, enveloping Wang Zihan.

Zhao Yanwan was wearing a long skirt, and her cultivation had reached the point where she had reached the point, and the changes in the four seasons could no longer affect her. With a flick of his wrist, the whip appeared in his hand.

"Recognize ......"

Before the word "lose" was spoken, Wang Zihan hurriedly said: "Master, the apprentice can do it!"

Zhao Yanwan squeezed the long whip in her hand tightly and took half a step back. Lao Mu of the Demon Dao also stared at him deadly, if he did not admit defeat, he would never allow anyone to interfere.

The red light seemed to bring Wang Zihan to the bowl, and a sudden gust of wind sucked Wang Zihan into the bowl. Not only that, but she felt the blood in her body go up, and bursts of blood qi stood towards the bowl, although now she held the stone tablet with a whip, but her body was swept away by this red light, floating in the air, and her face turned pale rapidly.

Qing Jiu frowned.

"Don't struggle, unless you throw in the towel. But now you don't have the energy to shout, right?"

"It's just a pity, if I suck your qi and blood, you won't look as good as before, and after going down, that guy doesn't know if he can recognize you?"

Qing Jiu said, the red mangs soared!

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"Distressed, then go ......" Before Li Dao finished speaking, a figure jumped out from beside him, and a black long sword suddenly appeared, colliding with the small copper bowl, making a crisp sound.

At the same time, the small bowl landed first, and the black giant sword was inserted next to the small bowl, trembling incessantly.

"Who are you?" Qing Jiu was a little dissatisfied, and at the same time a little jealous. Being able to hit a small bowl shows that this long sword is good.

"Qinglian Sword Sect, Lan Dao!" Xu Changan said loudly, his green shirt rising with the wind, with a silver-white mask on his face!

Although Wang Zihan was grateful to the person in front of him, he still gritted his teeth, blood oozed from his lips, and he wanted to stand in front of Xu Changan.

"Leave it to me. Xu Changan immediately turned around and supported her, looking at each other.

"I'm here!"

Wang Zihan saw familiar eyes, heard a familiar voice, his eyes were full of tears, with a smile on his face, nodded, and retreated silently.

"I'll meet you!" Xu Changan didn't say anything, and he didn't care about any rules, as soon as he stretched out his hand, the long sword naturally arrived in his hand.

Step forward, and the red lotus blooms under your feet!

"Red Lotus One Vein!" The two righteous demons were surprised at the same time and looked at Pei Changkong!

............................................................................................................... Happy November.