The sword light did not enter the palm of the palace woman, and the palace woman retreated sharply, smashing out a huge pit on the ground where she was standing, and fell into the black pool that was about to bottom out, and countless sword qi flew out from the middle of the pit, cutting her originally graceful and gorgeous palace dress into countless fine crumbs. Burning Text ??? ?? ．?ｒ?ａ?ｎ?? ｅ?ｎ?`ｏｒｇ

Fan Qingyu saw that the woman in the palace costume finally used her body as a means to escape from her life by contacting the sword light with her sword, and with her cultivation realm, she couldn't help but say hello.

Now whether to kill the palace woman or not is a secondary matter for her, and the safety of the little junior brother that Bai Shi has newly accepted should also be guaranteed, and the most important thing for her now is the method that the figure and the palace woman have just cast, which is really very attractive to Fan Qingyu.

After a slight pause, Fan Qingyu wanted to leave for the north to find the palace woman, and let her use the sword technique full of killing intent to observe and understand, but before leaving, she looked down and glimpsed the sword mark that ran through dozens of small islands, and she was a little shaken.

After hesitating for a moment, Fan Qingyu finally lowered her body first, landed on the island, and accelerated her understanding of the mystery of the turning and coherent path contained in the sword marks, at most a few hours, she could understand the sword marks here, and went to the north, although the palace woman took her sword light, but her body must have been extremely damaged, and it was not difficult to find that person in a few hours.

After a few hours, she could meditate on the Killing Intent Sword Technique that surprised even her, and she could also observe the true side of the Illusory Butterfly from that little junior brother.

Thinking of this, the crystal clear and spotless state of mind with Fanqing Yu can't help but ripple slightly.

The palace woman lay quietly at the bottom of the pit, and what she remembered at this moment was that her master beat her when she was a child and told her about the rise and fall of the Heart Demon Sect, and had been asking her to restore the glory and status of the sect thousands of years ago.

If you want to revive the Heart Demon Sect, you must no longer follow the old path set by those elders in the sect.

That's just a bunch of old antiques who were killed by the Righteous Dao Sect, especially by the Fourth and Third Battalions of the Sword Pavilion, resting on their laurels, and being in a corner of peace is the highest evaluation of them.

If you continue to sink like this, maybe it won't be long before the Heart Demon Sect, which originally dominated the Northern Land and was known as one of the eighteen giants of the Demon Sect, will be in danger of the collapse of the sect and the extinction of the inheritance.

The woman in the palace costume thinks that she is the only one who really thinks about the sect, although what she does is not tolerated by those old antiques at all, and even wants to beat her into the ranks of traitors, she has no regrets.

Because this is what she thinks is the most effective means to fulfill her master's last wish, and it is also the last chance before the next catastrophe.

The Yuan Shen cracked out the slightest crack, and the dripping golden blood flowed down from the seven orifices of the palace woman, retracting some chaotic thoughts, the palace woman's face was solemn, and she slowly closed her eyes, and a little bright red light in the pupil that was smaller than the tip of the needle was turning into a swimming red silk again, gradually disappearing from the eyes, and when it reappeared, it was already at the palace woman's golden pill, the two red threads merged into one, straight into the palace woman's golden pill, trying to fuse the little sword intent and killing intent contained in the sword light of Fan Qingyu at the crack of the golden pill.

I don't know how long it took, the woman in the palace dress opened her eyes, pressed her hands on the top of her head, the crack of her Yuan Shen became more and more obvious, the faint transparent villain of the Yuan Shen was being entangled by countless visible and invisible breaths, the villain moved a few times, it seemed that there was still a little bit of fire, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of it.

Everything calmed down.

The woman in the palace costume withdrew her hands pressed on the Baihui acupoint, and sighed lightly: "I never thought that the plan couldn't catch up with the changes, but for some reason I provoked the powerful man I had never seen before, Qingyu Yuanjun...... What a big killing machine, such a ruthless means. ”

After speaking, she got up gently, stepped out of the pit with her feet, covered her forehead with one hand, and looked in the direction where the sword light was coming.

At this moment, the warning jade talisman on her waist that was fortunately not damaged lit up with a faint light, and a man's voice that she had never heard before gently entered her ears.

"Have you ever been to a place called Mid-Levels Village?"

The palace woman's gaze moved upward, and she saw Ishikawa's expressionless face.

"What kind of place is this......?"

Ishikawa sighed, and then said: "A great monk like you naturally doesn't care about a small mundane place name, even if it is the capital of a country and a county, in your eyes it is just an ant nest that has no meaning, and the question I asked you just now was in vain." ”

After a pause, Ishikawa asked again, "Still, have you ever heard of a person's name?"

The woman in the palace costume struggled to stand up, held on to the trunk of a broken tree next to her, and calmed her chaotic snort: "What's the name?"

"That person's name is Zhang Fugui. ”

The palace woman lowered her head and thought carefully for a moment, but still shook her head and said, "I have never heard of this name. ”

Ishikawa took a deep breath and slowly exhaled again, "Okay, then, have you heard of the name Zhang Wenheng?"

"Zhang Wenheng!?" A trace of surprise flashed in the deepest part of the palace woman's eyes, and she suddenly remembered a small village infected with blood at this moment.

The name of that village seems to be Banshan Village.

Ishikawa sighed faintly, "Your expression and eyes have changed slightly, which is also a sign that it is difficult for you to control your body after being seriously injured, but I still have to thank that person, otherwise I would not have been able to get this precious news from you." ”

The woman in the palace costume smiled and said, "It's just a small village in the mortal world, and for a monk like us, it's just a nest of ants that is not too much, so it's worth your attention?"

Ishikawa closed his eyes and let the scarlet threads spread in the corners of his eyes.

"It's an ant to you, it's a fairy world, but to me, it's a very important thing. ”

"Now that you have destroyed the things that are precious to me, it is only right that I take your life as compensation. ”

The palace woman laughed a few times, wiped away the blood that kept flowing from the corners of her lips, shook her head, and said, "Do you think you have won me?"

Ishikawa took a deep breath, spit out slowly, and said calmly: "Whether you win or not will be determined, you will only know until you have fought, but your life has been determined by me, so I am waiting for me to take it." (To be continued.) )