"Phew!"

Rong Hui's eyes were quick to block the sudden assassination.

Rong Hui said, "Master Jiang, I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

Jiang Mingyue didn't speak, she swung her long sword, and a cold wind suddenly appeared around her.

The cold wind howled, and a chill as cold as bone marrow rolled in from afar.

Jiang Mingyue's sword shadow swayed, and the surging spiritual power condensed into a snow tornado at the tip of her sword.

A drop of rain fell on the back of Rong Hui's hand.

The cold raindrops made her palpitate for a while.

"Boom—"

The dull thunder drifted to the top of Rong Hui's head from far and near, and exploded with a bang.

The screaming imp in the maze pounced on Rong Hui's back with his teeth and claws, she shot a sword intent with her backhand, and at the same time that the group of demons behind her slashed tens of thousands, a light rain suddenly fell above her head.

Killing Intent.

Killing intent falling from the sky.

Rong Hui didn't dare to be careless, and she lightly avoided the raindrops falling overhead.

"Poof. ”

Raindrops fell on the ground where the corpses had heaped up, making a dull noise.

The voice

Rong Hui fixed his eyes.

It wasn't raindrops that fell to the ground at all, but dense frost swords.

Rain Sword.

Spiritual power is Gangfeng.

It turned out that this was the snowflake sword of the Wind and Rain Building.

Rong Hui pointed to the sky.

The golden qi turned into a golden giant sword and rushed straight into the dark clouds above his head.

The golden sword is as brilliant as the golden crow rising in the east, and it is like a broken bamboo soaring into the sky.

"Click. ”

The golden sword slashed fiercely on the dark clouds, the golden light flowed, and with the urging of Rong Hui, it turned into a spiritual power rope as thin as a hair, winding and winding like a vine, and clamping the dark clouds to death.

Formation Connection.

Jiang Mingyue's throat tightened, and a strong sense of restraint came from her body, making her feel like a grasshopper tied to a rope, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free from Rong Hui's restraints.

Jiang Mingyue said coldly, "You are not a qi practitioner!"

Rong Hui did not answer.

She never said that she was a qi practitioner.

It was those high-minded and self-righteous people who pressed her cultivation to the Qi cultivation realm, and Rong Hui didn't bother to explain.

"Does it have anything to do with it? Rong Hui said coldly, "A person who can betray even a companion shadow, how can he be worthy of my senior brother." ”

The accompanying shadow is the shadow of the monk.

The physical body is yang.

The shadow is yin.

The harmony of yin and yang is the right way.

Companion shadows are like siblings to the monk.

The monk lost his shadow and was no longer immortal.

The shadow loses its body, and it is not even a soul, and the harmony will soon die.

Only those who practice the way of ghosts have no shadow.

For example, the cultivation method of Penglai Pavilion, the head of the ghost path, most of them are one is to cultivate the shadow, and the other is to cultivate the soul.

A few individual ones have their own fate.

At the mention of Wang Shi, a fleeting tenderness appeared on Jiang Mingyue's cold and hard face, and she murmured: "He is a little ambitious, we will not get to this point today, whether he is worthy or not, it is not up to you to decide!"

Rong Hui sneered and said, "The Tao is different, you don't conspire with each other, and you are not worthy of him for this alone." ”

Wang Shi loves money as much as his life, and his qualifications are only under Shen Shujian, the head of the Sword Spirit Sect, and he is a rare genius.

In addition to being obsessed with money, Wang Shi acted fairly, rewarded and punished clearly, and had a good heart.

Jiang Mingyue was not worth mentioning in Rong Hui's eyes.

"What does the business of the two of us have to do with you? Jiang Mingyue's eyes were blood-red, and she suddenly shot out a blast of wind and rushed straight at her, "Don't force me to kill you!"

Rong Hui hurriedly dodged, she was about to fight back, but Jiang Mingyue rushed into the darkness.

"Bang-"

The crunch of swords and guns colliding came from the fog.

At the same time, the dark clouds above Rong Hui's head instantly collapsed, and when it condensed again, it was already a hundred meters away from Rong Hui.

In the darkness, a gritted anger gushed out, "Jiang Mingyue, what are you crazy about!"

"I said, don't force me!" Jiang Mingyue's voice was slightly cold, "You have driven me to a dead end, and you must pay the price!"

"The price?!hahahahaha ”

"Fufengmen forced my sister to kill and my mother to death, how could they have thought that we were connected by blood? Everything I did was for the wind and rain building, and I would not hesitate to cut it with a thousand knives!"

The quarrel between the two became more and more intense.

Rong Hui closed his eyes to sense the position of the two of them, ready to mend the knife at any time.

The monk in the mist was the fifth Chen Yue who had a deal with Penglai Pavilion.

Rong Hui didn't know that Lu Yaoyao and Zeng Jinyu were in a stalemate, she looked at the various spiritual lights flashing in the darkness and listened carefully to the voices inside.

"Ah Ling, what are you hesitating about, Jiang Mingyue is afraid of changing!"

Chen Yue roared angrily and escaped from the darkness.

Jiang Mingyue followed, she was covered in wounds, and there was a long blood mark hanging on her slender neck, her skin and flesh rolled up, and blood gurgled out.

On the other hand, Chen Yue, he staggered out with the Natal Immortal Sword, covering his abdomen with his right hand, looking at Jiang Mingyue in horror, and roared, "Ah Ling!"

Jiang Mingyue's figure flickered.

The pupils of the eyes shifted back and forth in deep black and scarlet.

Rong Hui watched the changes, an indescribable smell penetrated into her nose, she sniffed, looked down and saw Jiang Mingyue's shadow turn into the slender shadow she saw in the Xuanming Cave that day, the shadow greedily sucked Jiang Mingyue's blood, and the more she sucked it, the shorter it was.

In a moment, it turned into a blood-colored figure.

At the same time, Jiang Mingyue's face showed a crazy look, and she smiled cruelly before the shadow burrowed into her heart.

"When I made a deal with Penglai Pavilion, I already had the ending in mind. Jiang Mingyue raised the natal immortal sword and aimed it at his head, and an evil smile bloomed on her cold face, "You want my body, give it to you!"

The sword flashed.

Jiang Mingyue's body was split in half by herself.

At the same time, the Blood Shadow that had burrowed into its heart in an attempt to take away its host let out a terrible scream.

In an instant, the yin wind roared.

Hundreds of thousands of Yin Souls surged like a tide, rushing straight to Jiang Mingyue's soul.

Jiang Mingyue condensed the entity, and she summoned the fairy sword to vent her anger and slashed at the blood shadow, "You are a demon, I am a ghost, come, continue to force me!"

Chen Yue was stunned by Jiang Mingyue's crazy actions.

When he was stunned, Rong Hui took the opportunity to mend the knife, and then destroyed his soul.

Of the five monks involved in Penglai Pavilion, two of them were destroyed, one committed suicide, one was sealed by Rong Hui, and only the last one was left Zeng Jinyu, who tried in vain to take away Rong Hui's body and get the Liuyun Immortal Sword.

Rong Hui glanced at the fierce Jiang Mingyue and planned to leave.

"Wait. ”

A fairy sword flew out of the darkness.

"Please give the Snow Sword to my eldest disciple and tell him that I will reincarnate the disciple in the Bone Ring. ”

"And. ”

"I love Wang Shi, I love him and never adulterate. ”

Rong Hui hesitated for a moment and picked up the inheritance snowflake sword of the Fengxue Building.

"Thank you"

Ethereal thanks flew out of the darkness.

Rong Hui glanced back at Jiang Mingyue, who was fighting to the death with the blood shadow and 100,000 evil ghosts, and turned to leave.

It's time for the Devil to cry the abyss.

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