The arrow of blood refining hit the stone wall behind him, and the gray stone flew and sparks shot out, and a huge crater suddenly appeared.

Fortunately, Qing Huan flashed quickly, otherwise this arrow would have hurt her.

Seeing that his wind barrier was broken so easily, the "Snow Cloud Fan" was very unconvinced, and for a while his fighting spirit was high, flying around in front of Qing Huan, full of fighting spirit.

Qing Huan is not the type of war-fear, since the horn has been sounded, how can there be any reason to retreat.

grabbed the "Snow Cloud Fan", turned around and flew up, her posture was very light, I saw her hand holding the handle of the fan horizontally, and the brush was bright, and the light flashed like a meteor.

The iron-masked man casually waved the Blood Refining Bow in his hand, but he didn't expect the other party's attack to be so strong, forcing him to retreat, and hitting the Blood Refining Bow heavily, he was a little taken lightly.

I thought that the opponent who could be dealt with casually without using three points of strength still had a few brushes.

He condensed a large amount of spiritual power, his knuckled fingers gently pulled the bowstring, his movements were elegant, but the attack was very fast, the blood arrow was originally the color of scarlet, but at this time there was a faint hint of ice blue, red and blue blended, through the light of the fireworks, it seemed that his eyes could be seen firm and resolute.

As soon as Fang Cai's lightning-like move came out, not to mention the iron-masked man, even Qing Huan herself was a little surprised, when the "Snow Cloud Fan" was in her hands, and it was not guided by blood, it could also emit such a powerful power.

But before she could think about it, the fierce arrow flew towards her again, obviously, this time the blood arrow was several times more powerful than the previous one that hit the stone wall, and the power was not comparable to the same level.

Qing Huan unfolded her palm, the "Snow Cloud Fan" rotated around the axis in her hand, the spiritual power of the fan body gradually strengthened, she stood still, waiting for the opportunity, and when the blood arrow was closer to her, she held the handle of the fan with the brush, and a diagonal split, and the blood arrow in the shape of the intention disappeared in an instant after being split in half under the fan.

But this is just a piece of cake, the soldiers are just testing the waters, and the real test is still to come.

The man in the iron mask flicked the bowstring like a string, and it didn't take long for countless bloody arrows to pour out towards a target.

Looking at the dense transformation arrows in front of him, Qing Huan's head was big and his scalp was numb, but the current situation was that he was forced to go to Liangshan, and he couldn't do it.

I saw her holding a fan in her hand, facing the blood arrows that came like a tide, sometimes slow like a cloud, sometimes as fast as lightning, the water sleeves danced lightly, and she was used to the wind.

Her biggest problem is that the spiritual power in the Dan Mansion is insufficient, perhaps because of her talent, even though she has worked hard for thousands of years, she still can't improve her cultivation, and her spiritual power is even more unbearable.

Qing Huan's breathing became heavier and heavier, her brows furrowed slightly, she couldn't go on like this, she had to find a breakthrough, and she would talk about it first.

So, she didn't wait for the opponent's second round of blood arrow rain array to fully form, and used a move to change the shadow, the "Snow Cloud Fan" eradicated all the blocked blood arrows in front of her, and directly teleported to the iron-masked man with the momentum of flowing water, trying to kill him unprepared, and then took the opportunity to smear oil on the soles of her feet.

Sometimes the ideal is always plump, and the reality is very skinny.

When she reached the target point, after grabbing the "Snow Cloud Fan" that was spinning in front of her, she struck a swift blow at the iron-masked man, this blow fought most of her strength, and deliberately cut her fingertips, that is, she could only succeed if she blocked it, not failure.

However, she underestimated the other party's ability, this blow is indeed powerful, if it is ordinary, even the monks of the Yuan Infant Stage may not be able to withstand it, but obviously, her opponent is not a monk of this level, only one level higher can basically crush all the monks below, not to mention, although Qing Huan is an immortal body, the spiritual power value is very different from the other party.

After the iron-masked man received that blow, he didn't see any serious damage to him, and he slapped Qing Huan who came to the door with a backhand, the power of this palm is not Er'er, even though there is a "snow cloud fan" in front of him, Qing Huan was still shocked by the palm wind and his internal organs were in pain as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, she said in her heart: These can be suffered, a very small wound has to be healed for half a day, I don't know how long it will take to recover from such a serious internal injury.

It's too early to think about this now, the blood refining bow in the iron mask man's hand was aimed at Qing Huan, his fingers moved lightly, the blood arrow would not be fired, he had a momentary hesitation, according to common sense, if the soul lock spirit was on her, three thoughts, the soul lock was determined, no matter how powerful the magic weapon was, it couldn't be hidden, the soul lock didn't come out, and the proof was not on her body, then there was only one possibility, she still had accomplices, and her accomplices took the soul lock bell away in advance, and then left her here to drag him down, trying to divert his attention.

The iron-masked man gritted his teeth, if this was the case, then he was really a thief's trick, and the arrow was aimed at Qing Huan who fell to the ground.

The fingertips left the bowstring, and the bloody arrows grazed her ears.

Qing Huan only heard the whistling wind in her ears, and then the stone wall behind her was destroyed again, and a thin and sharp stone like a knife slashed across her right side of her face, and immediately beads of blood appeared, leaving an obvious red mark on her white and flawless face.

She stroked her cheek, not very concerned about the disfigurement, but cast a puzzled look at the man in front of her with the iron mask, it was obvious that he was merciful.

The man in the iron mask deviated from the direction, indeed to save a living, if this girl who didn't know the details died, then the whereabouts of the soul lock bell would also be interrupted.

"I'll give you one last chance, where did you take the Soul Lock Bell?"

"What a soul locking bell. Qing Huan looked ignorant, "I said it, I didn't take anything from you." ”

The iron-masked man pursed his lips, which was a precursor to anger, and moved his pace to approach Qing Huan step by step.

Qing Huan swallowed his saliva, had an idea, raised his hand in front of him and said, "Wait... Wait a minute. Since the other party had already decided that she had taken the soul lock bell, no matter how she denied it, he would probably not believe it, so she took the sword sideways and thought of a special method, "I thought about it for a while, that soul lock bell... It seems to be..."

"Say!" he said sharply, "Whose hand is the Soul Locking Bell?"

This sentence gave Qing Huan a hint, her eyes rolled, and the idea of killing two birds with one stone came to her heart, and she hurriedly said: "It seems to be by whom... Taken away. "It's not me, when I came here, I seemed to hear a bell ringing, and then I saw a person coming out of this secret room, and I thought about coming in because I was curious, but I didn't see anything, and you appeared." ”