Listening to the sound of the branches falling to the ground, but still didn't see the figure of the person who felt him follow, Zhijing concentrated on the center, and the subtle feeling of his body was like seeing a person standing on a tree looking at him, Zhao Zhijing sneered and thought secretly in his heart: "I have already said, since you don't know whether you live or die, you can't blame me for starting a shot, no matter how serious it is, if you are injured, you can only be annoyed!" The sound, a branch of the tree fell from the trunk to the ground, dense sword qi filled the air, the air at this time is like a world wrapped by sword qi, a world full of sword qi, if the silk as small sword qi can cut gold and jade, crushed the trees about a zhang Xu in the sword qi surrounding, at this time a figure appeared in the sword ball, and then a long sword exuding wisps of chill swung out in the palm of the figure, looking at the solid and sharp sword balloon, slowly dissipated in front of this sword, it turned out that the sword balloon was swept by this person's sword qi Zhao Zhijing knew that this sword balloon alone could not stop this person, so he used the Returning to the Ruins Gong to absorb the sword qi in the air back into his body, and he was so stingy that he didn't want to waste a wisp of true qi.

The figure saw that the sword qi surrounding him at this time returned to Zhao Zhijing's body, and at this time, his figure had appeared in front of Zhao Zhijing's eyes, and he no longer hid, inserted the long sword back into the scabbard, and stood in front of Zhao Zhijing generously. Zhao Zhijing really saw who was following him at this time, and Zhao Zhijing carefully looked at the person in front of him. This person is a woman dressed in white with a veil on her face, this woman's tall figure, even if you can't see this woman's face at this time, Zhao Zhijing also knows that this person is a beautiful woman, but this beautiful woman's eyes are just as cold as ice. If it weren't for the fact that a ray of light flashed from her eyes sometimes, Zhao Zhijing would probably think that this woman was the goddess of the Moon Palace, and she no longer had the emotions that people had, and there was only a cold like ice in her heart.

The woman in front of Zhao Zhijing was also looking at Zhao Zhijing carefully, Zhao Zhijing and her looked at each other a few times, Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but say: "Who is this young lady, how can you follow you, please tell me, if there are any requirements, if you can do it, you will not refuse" The woman looked at Zhao Zhijing coldly and said: "If you leave Zhongnanshan and don't come back, don't come to Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu again, I can let you go at this time, otherwise I will kill you" Zhao Zhijing heard her cold but pleasant words, and knew that this person was not lying, but how could his own affairs be decided by others, and it was not this person's turn to do what he wanted to do, and although he had not really fought against him, he knew that his strength at this time was even higher than this person, why should he listen to her. Thinking about it, Zhao Zhijing smiled and asked coldly: "Who is Your Excellency, why do you care about my business" The man's expression did not change in the slightest when he heard Zhao Zhijing's unkind words, and he still stood there coldly and replied in cold and pleasant words: "I am their master, and Lin Ruohua, the head of the ancient tomb at this time"

Zhao Zhijing heard this person's words and knew that this person was Li Mochou's master, that is, Lin Chaoying's maid who had a relationship with his ancestor, and the head of the ancient tomb at this time. Zhao Zhijing carefully looked at the person in front of him, and couldn't help but think: "No! In the original book, this person didn't have much ******** in cultivation, and he died early, but the person in front of me ******** created a different path, and cultivated a body of cold internal strength, and even his emotions became cold, which was really unexpected" Zhao Zhijing looked at the woman in front of him and thought secretly: "Just let me take a look at this different ********" Thinking about it, Zhao Zhijing saluted Lin Ruohua and said: "Seniors, please forgive the boy, I don't know the sky, everyone has their own right to pursue happiness, although the predecessor is Mo Chou's master, it can't restrict Mo Chou's right to pursue happiness, and the predecessor's Miss Lin Chaoying is also such a person who pursues his own happiness, and the kid admires this very much."

Zhao Zhijing didn't mention that Lin Chaoying was okay, Lin Ruohua just exuded a cold aura, at this time, mentioning Lin Chaoying was like a volcano that had been covered with ice and snow for many years, suddenly bursting out, and a thick killing intent emanated from Lin Ruohua's body, and even the grass next to her was blown out by her breath with green ripples. Feeling the killing intent on Lin Ruohua's body, Zhao Zhijing regretted a little that he had touched Lin Ruohua's reverse scales, although he wanted to fight him, he didn't want to fight to the death. Although Zhao Zhijing thought so, his momentum did not relax at all, and he secretly guarded against Lin Ruohua, afraid that she would suddenly attack him.

Lin Ruohua turned his gaze and stared at Zhao Zhijing coldly, at this time, the original cold gaze became even more forested with wisps of fierce light, as if he wanted to kill Zhao Zhijing immediately. Lin Ruohua looked at Zhao Zhijing, and a white mist appeared around her, which was the water vapor in the air that came into contact with the cold air emitted by her and turned into a mist. A fierce light flashed in Lin Ruohua's eyes and said to Zhao Zhijing: "You are looking for death, Miss is the ancestor of your Chongyang Palace who killed her, and everyone in the Quanzhen Sect has to die" Saying that, a cold sword light stabbed straight towards Zhao Zhijing's throat, Zhao Zhijing's neck felt a chill, Zhao Zhijing knew that it was Lin Ruohua who was scared of himself and wanted to kill himself, and then tiptoed to the ground, as if there was a huge force pulling him behind Zhao Zhijing, and quickly retreated. The tip of the sword, which was only an inch away from the throat, always maintained an inch of great power, and this inch was like a heavenly stream that could never be crossed. Zhao Zhijing stretched out his toes and pointed them on the ground, and his body swung to the side to avoid the deadly sword. A purple light appeared in Zhao Zhijing's hand at this time. In this way, the two of them were separated by a few feet, one holding a sword of fine iron that exuded the chill of the Dao, and the other holding a wooden sword carved from rosewood that absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon, exuding wisps of warm breath. One cold, one warm confrontation between the woods, the grass blades on one side and the leaves on the thin ice crystals, like the spring sun emitting warm grass and trees swaying, what a wonderful time. A drop of crystal water dripped between the two of them and spread out on the ground. The two of them thought that they had heard the horn of the charge, one holding a cold long sword exuding sword light like the cold moonlight of nine days, and the other holding a purple sandalwood long sword, there was no heat wave of the nine days of the sun and stars, only the purple light that warmed people's hearts. The warm purple light and the cold "moonlight" met in this remote forest, and the sound of clanging collision sounded in the forest.