"Kill me, okay, I'll wait for you," Bu Zhijun's footsteps slowed down slightly for a moment, but then he continued to walk ahead of schedule. From the moment he walked out of the Taoist temple, he had actually stepped into the rivers and lakes, maybe he was not prepared before, but there will always be a day when it comes.

Although the pace is a little slow, but very steady, every step of the step, Bu Zhijun's eyes are sharp, looking at the eyes of the visitor, Bu Zhijun's eyes are always wrapped with a little hesitation.

"You're not afraid of death?" The person who came looked at Bu Zhijun walking towards him, and he was slightly stunned.

Bu Zhijun sighed leisurely and said: "No one is not afraid of death, but the moment I step into the rivers and lakes, life and death are already expected." ”

"I'm sorry. The man's body moved slightly, and he rushed towards Bu Zhijun at a very fast speed.

His body is very fast, and his whole person is like a ghost. His sword was also fast, so fast that he couldn't see when it was out of its sheath. Bu Zhijun could barely stop it, or he could see it, but he couldn't resist because he didn't have the internal strength.

Clang. What blocked the broken sword was a piece of paper. Or rather, a butterfly made of paper, the paper butterfly is pierced by a broken sword, but it still flapps its wings, like a living butterfly.

The man put away his sword, and the dagger was less than a foot away from Bu Zhijun's neck. But it was this butterfly made of paper that made the shot miss.

Suddenly the wind started, and at first, it was a breeze, a very slight wind, like a girl gently caressing your face, gentle and gentle.

Dozens of white paper butterflies are like living, floating around Bu Zhijun, fluttering, looking like a bit of beauty in a falling painting.

"Where is that Xicheng master?" the broken sword in the man's hand was held upside down, and his eyes scanned around. Yes, the master of Xicheng, this trick of manipulating the white paper butterfly has gone beyond the scope of many martial arts, and only the master of Xicheng in the underground capital can have such a strong ability, otherwise, hehe, do you really think that you can have such a magical master? I can only say that you think too much.

A soft voice said: "You have some knowledge, get out, this kid is our Xicheng protector, you dare to do it in the Spring and Autumn Period, and destroy you!" The voice came from mid-air, which made several people a little surprised.

"It's beautiful. Bu Zhijun looked at the girl in the sky holding a paper umbrella and a long white dress, and couldn't help but say. With her feet on the white paper butterfly, the woman's appearance is extremely beautiful, and her body shape is also indescribably comfortable.

"Your Excellency is a master of the underground capital, I can report to the pavilion master when I go back. The Spring and Autumn Killer who was holding the broken sword of fish intestines, looking at the girl who fell from the sky, his voice was a little dry, the four major killers shot, and basically never escaped the net, but today, he couldn't help but retreat.

The underground capital is all masters beyond the scope of martial arts, and the six void methods are used to use all things. I don't necessarily have much arrogance, but that weirdness, that kind of mystery is enough to make many people regress. It may seem like something very simple to people who know it well, but it makes the hearts of ordinary martial artists who can't have these insights frightened.

"The underground capital, the wind department, the strange butterfly. The girl landed, and the white paper umbrella in her hand was closed, and she didn't look at the killer, but there were a few white paper butterflies around the girl, making her look like a fairy in the painting.

"This is what one of your old friends dragged me to you, and she asked me to tell you that if you lose it again, you will never see her again in your life. Mo Guidie first looked Bu Zhijun up and down, maybe it was the calmness of Bu Zhijun, so that the girl had some approval, Mo Guidie took out a handkerchief from his arms, the handkerchief has been ground a little open, and the words embroidered on it are only crooked, but Bu Zhijun's face changed, and in an instant, the face that was still calm in the face of life and death had a little joy.

"Thank you Miss Mo, my old man, are you okay?" Bu Zhijun put away the handkerchief with great caution, arched his hand at Mo Guidie, and said.

Mo Gui Butterfly stretched out a finger, a white paper butterfly flew to the tip of her finger, the white index finger seemed to be whiter than the white paper butterfly, pale pink nails, white as jade fingers, telling the beauty of this girl. "Of course your deceased is good, but if you have any unclear relationship with the Imperial Maiden, I guarantee that you will soon be bad. ”

The girl's fingers flicked slightly, and the white paper butterfly flew towards Bu Zhijun's cheek at an indescribable speed like a sharp arrow shot by a crossbow.

"Ding. A pale pink tulle appeared in front of Bu Zhijun, and when the light gauze and the white paper butterfly collided with each other, there were sparks. It was as if it was not an ordinary butterfly cut out of white paper, and the gauze was not an ordinary light yarn, but steel knives and iron swords colliding with each other.

Mo Gui Butterfly's body swirled, and between her clothes fluttering, countless white paper butterflies flew out of her body, holding a butterfly in her hand, putting it to her mouth and blowing, all the white paper butterflies around Mo Gui Butterfly flew out like sharp arrows.

The butterfly was extremely fast, and it was extremely powerful. But the thin layer of gauze was like an iron wall, and it was unmoved.

"Brush. A cyan silk satin flew out of nowhere.

Then one by one, a full seven brocades of various colors flew out from all directions, wrapping the Mo Gui Butterfly tightly, surrounded by these brocades in all directions, including the top of the head, these brocades are not as soft as they seem, just now Mo Gui Die used the wind butterfly secret method, wanted to break the light veil in front of Bu Zhijun, but he couldn't do it, he was wrapped in it at the moment, and it was a lie to say that he was not nervous.

"My Chi Duqing matter, when will it be your turn to take care of Xicheng?" Along with these silk satins, Chi Duqing's voice came from a carriage, still so arrogant, so high, she is the imperial flower, and she is the number one imperial flower on the group spectrum.

A batch of brocade was spread out from the back of the carriage like a carpet, and the red brocade was the best silk village in the capital, and it was able to produce less than 100 horses every year. Even if it is a prince and nobleman, it is extremely difficult to ask for a brocade, but at this moment it has become a carpet for the other party to get off the car.

is different from the last time we met, this time Chi Duqing is a stunning outfit, perfect, as if this woman was born to interpret the word perfect, whether it is skin, or appearance, whether it is shoes or clothes, all tell the world that this is perfect.

It's perfect not because of how good the clothes are or how delicate the shoes are, but because she's Chi Duqing!