The little flower is flying, getting closer and closer to the person with the surname of the book.

Looking at this little flower of death, which represented the destiny of heaven, his eyes were already red.

Countless spells were tried, but nothing could stop the little flower from approaching.

I tried all kinds of escape methods, but I couldn't get rid of Xiaohua's tracking at all.

"Mad woman... Since you have to let me die, then you should first explore the way for me!"

The person surnamed Shu knew that he could not escape this death, so he wanted to kill Qiu Xian to take revenge.

The huge brush danced in the air, and the words "God", "Armor" and "You" were painted in succession.

The light flickered, the figure of the person surnamed Shu was magnified several times, a set of golden battle armor was put on him, and a golden spell mark was imprinted on the battle armor, doubling the killing intent of this battle armor.

"Die!"

The person surnamed Shu roared with red eyes, and one jumped to Qiu Xian's side, and the hair belt in his hand raised a strong wind and smashed towards Qiu Xian.

"Haha, okay! Are you a little bloody again! This is the person who slaughtered all over the house back then!"

Qiu Xian, who was pale, said with a smile, and the small flowers flying rapidly around him instantly enlarged, and they were held in Qiu Xian's hands, sweeping away the three golden swords that were still besieging, and then met the smashed brush.

Phew!

With a loud bang, the seemingly soft brush tip turned out to be as hard as steel, and it was not harmed when it collided with the silver flower.

"Heh, the meditation pen of one of the four treasures of the Jingtan Sect is really extraordinary. ”

"It's a pity that it fell into the hands of you, the evil obstacle of the Tu Sect. ”

Qiu Xian faced the battle while mocking the person with the surname of the book.

The person surnamed the book was unmoved, and attacked frantically.

Qiu Xian focused her main energy on the attack of the person with the surname of the book, and the parry of the three golden swords slowed down a lot, as long as it was not a vital or critical part, she no longer paid attention to it, and let the golden sword slash through.

After a while, Kung Fu Qiu Xian was covered in wounds, like a bloody person.

But he didn't retreat a step, still stopping at the position he had just placed.

And the person with the surname of the book, who has the absolute upper hand, is becoming more and more impatient.

The little flower that represents the death of destiny is getting closer and closer.

"!!"

"Crazy woman, why aren't you dead yet!

The person surnamed the book roared angrily, glanced at the small flower behind him, judged the distance, and then turned his hand and drew the word "explosion" in the air with a pen, and raised his hand to pat.

The three golden swords exploded in an instant, and Qiu Xian had no time to defend herself and was blown up, and the powerful shockwave pushed her in the direction of the person with the surname of the book.

The person surnamed Shu was already ready, and he stepped forward, and slammed the brush towards the top of Qiu Xian's head.

Because of the injury, Qiu Xian was already very weak, and she was even more scarred after a fight, and now she was blown up again, and she almost passed out on the spot.

Fortunately, her consciousness is strong enough, and although she is seriously injured, her spirit is still supportive.

Looking at the smashed brush, Qiu Xian, who was a little disobedient to his body, took a deep breath and shouted.

With the reaction force of exhalation, the free sign stabilized his body and dodged the smashing of the brush, but it was too late after all.

Dodged the smash of the pen, but did not dodge the slash of the nib.

The seemingly soft tip of the brush is like a sharp sword, slashing from the top of the head.

The clothes were shattered, blood spurted out, and a sword mark that was not very deep and difficult to kill, but still hideous, appeared on Qiu Xian's body.

Falling from his left forehead, he slashed his left eye and walked diagonally to his right leg.

"Look how you're hiding this time!"

The person surnamed the book shouted excitedly, and picked up the brush again, wanting to bear Qiuxian's life.

Qiu Xian, who was seriously injured, gasped, but his eyes suddenly calmed down, and he looked indifferently at the brush that was about to hit him.

"There's really no way..."

The huge brush clip carries a strong wind, whistling down...

Rumble!

A black light suddenly appeared, hitting the brush, and the person with the surname of the book was shocked away.

The person surnamed Shu stabilized his body in a little panic, and did not look at what happened for the first time, but immediately turned around and looked at the little flower behind him.

Seeing that there was still some distance, he exhaled reassuringly, then turned his head and glared at Qiu Xian.

I saw that Qiu Xian was on his shoulder, and a black crow appeared.

The person surnamed Shu was stunned for a moment, looked at the black crow for a long time, and then said in surprise: "This... How is this possible..."

"You're... Spirit Sword Rainbow Ghost's Sword Spirit!Ghost Crow!"

Qiu Xian raised his hand with great effort, stroking the feathers of the ghost crow, the corners of his mouth barely curled, revealing a faint smile.

"Oh, what's so surprising about this, I've known the ghost crow for a long time, and the rainbow ghost was my sword before. ”

"Although now it's to the troublesome girl. ”

"But for the sake of old friends, they will come to save my life. ”

Despair gradually appeared on the faces of the people with the surname of the book.

The opportunity just now was so good, but it didn't kill Qiu Xian.

Now though she was more seriously injured, she was almost dying.

But now she has a sword in her hand, and although it's just a sword spirit, it's also her sword...

Purple Sword Pavilion, Purple Sword Pavilion...

No matter how strong Qiu Xian's other spells were, they were no higher than her sword.

No matter what the state is, as long as there is still a breath and a sword in hand, Qiu Xian is invincible...

"How... How so..."

"No... No way!"

"I'm going to kill you with my own hands!"

"I must avenge myself with my own hands!"

The man with the surname of the book roared hysterically, and the killing intent on his body skyrocketed.

That's when the unexpected happened.

The little flower that had been fluttering slowly behind him suddenly shuddered, then turned into a streamer of light, and hit him in the blink of an eye.

Click...

A crisp sound resounded between the heavens and the earth, and I don't know what was shattered.

Black lines stretched out from the small flowers, spreading rapidly on the body of the person with the surname of the book.

The man froze and looked in disbelief at the rapidly spreading black line.

"It's... This... How is this possible..."

"This flower... How could it be so fast..."

Qiu Xian, who was stroking the ghost crow, smiled faintly and said softly: "Hehe, I have never heard that my little flower of death can move so fast." ”

"Hehe, that's because these two little flowers aren't mine. ”

"It's just that I borrowed it from someone else. ”

"I can barely control the blitzkrieg flower. ”

"And this little flower of death, I can't control anything other than let it lock onto the target. ”

"So it's always slow. ”

The man with the surname listened in disbelief with wide eyes, a statement he had never heard before.

In the first life of cultivation, I know that the madwoman has two small flowers in autumn.

A blitzkrieg, extremely fast, and unusually sharp.

A death, unremarkable, like an ordinary flower, but the one who is locked will die.

No one had ever said that she had borrowed this flower from someone else, let alone the flower of death, which could be instantaneous.

"But... But..."

The person surnamed Shu was unwilling, and opened his mouth with difficulty, but because of the black smoke line on his body, it was difficult to say a whole sentence.

"Hehe, you want to ask why it's so fast today?"

"Hehe, because its owner has appeared. ”

Qiu Xian smiled faintly, and the hand that stroked the ghost crow became more and more gentle.

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