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The fairy of the Moon Palace saw the rotten flesh foam in the sarcophagus, and did not feel that his heart was down, and his stomach inevitably followed the river and the sea, and it turned out that the sarcophagus in the village was not filled with corpses, but mashed festering human flesh, which must have been stationed here by the military camp to store "military rations" in the sarcophagus.

Zhao Li's brows were deeply locked, deliberately avoiding his gaze, he didn't know which force was so cruel, he had heard of people being food during the war, but he had never seen it in person, and now the sarcophagus has become a vessel full of human flesh in front of him, but he can't help but believe it.

He hadn't come back to his senses yet, but when he saw the Soul Scythe slashing with a hurricane, he would have stopped him if he couldn't dodge. He relied on his own light skills, his body was like autumn leaves drifting away with the wind, and the long blade flashed in front of his chest, but it only cut the flesh on his shoulder, and the injury was not serious.

Zhao Ligao shouted, and said angrily: "The things in the coffin, can they be involved with the Heavenly Sect?"

Tong Yu's half-festering face showed a look of disdain, and the soul on his waist was full of hunting and hunting style, and mocked: "Why bother to be benevolent and pretended, where will you consider heaven and humanity when you are born and die? Cannibal flesh and blood are mostly forced to be helpless, not to mention that this matter has nothing to do with this sect, don't be charged with indiscriminately! Your kid's light skills are indeed good, but the swordsmanship is unsatisfactory, and it is really in vain to waste such a peerless sword!"

The Soul Slayer brought up countless wind blades, instantly sweeping Zhao Li's dashing posture, he was not to be outdone, and the sword shadow danced as dense as a wall, blocking Tong Yu's invisible wind blade.

The black and white impermanence robe is elegant, moving like a phantom, quiet like a human corpse, he is the soul seducing messenger of the Heavenly Sect, he never pays attention to moves when killing people, he only cares about how to kill with one blow. In his heart, all martial arts are things to kill, and it seems that he lives for bloodlust and killing.

He only attacked, not defended, even if he risked his own life, he could not let the enemy breathe in the world, and this is his terrifying point. The yin wind blew, rolled up the wind blade in the sky, the cold hit, and the heaven and earth were filled with a desolate sense of slaughter.

Blasphemy, clothes were wet by the rain, wrapping Zhao Li's rigid and soft figure, the wind blade whistled by, and the sword net around him came into contact one by one, his face sank, and immediately strengthened the Hongyu offensive, knowing that this struggle must be in vain, but he couldn't let Tong Yu slaughter the Moon Palace fairy who had no room to fight back in front of him, he didn't know why he was so "loyal" to Chang Su'e, if he unfortunately died, he couldn't return to Yuncheng in three days, what would Wan'er do? Faced with the bloodthirsty phantom of black and white impermanence and death, he felt fear that he had never felt before, and unconsciously there was a buzz in his ears.

The Soul Scythe turned into a silver lightning bolt and slashed straight down towards Zhao Li, and Hong Yu drew a white line to meet it, only to hear a loud bang, the sickle blade and the sword collided together, and in an instant, it scattered all over the sky, and the fireworks splashed like rain.

After the two blades intersected, they jumped out at the same time, Zhao Li spun sharply in the air, and fell slowly, his feet lightly on the edge of the sarcophagus, as if he had lost his weight, really like a willow leaf.

Black and white impermanence never thought that Zhao Li's light skills were so wonderful, far above himself, and he couldn't help but secretly say: "If you don't use a lore blow and take his life, I'm afraid that after fighting for a long time, I will definitely fall behind." This person's martial arts are mediocre, but his light skills are rare in the world, not only light as a leaf, but also as fast as lightning, I am afraid that only the Moon Palace Fairy Chang Su'e and the Freedom Heavenly King Ye Qingchen can match it in the world!"

Zhao Li lit up with a stone, and the front and back movements were done in one go, like flowing water in the clouds, and the feathers twisted and turned, like silk and practice, pointing directly at Tong Yu's throat.

Black and white impermanence did not dodge, with attack as the defense, the whole body was poured into the sickle, but I saw a gray lightning suddenly shoot from the galaxy, accurately bombarded on the sickle, the silver curved ridge suddenly pitched black as ink, with a thick aura, the ink expanded rapidly, and gradually became distorted, the curved blade seemed to be unable to withstand such a strong force, trembling like a heartbeat.

Hongyu turned into a little cold star, and wanted to pass through his throat, the tip of the sword immediately changed its direction in the air, Tong Yuren was in mid-air, turned around suddenly, and Hongyu immediately fell into the air, only cutting the soul belt around the waist of impermanence.

The fairy of the Moon Palace unconsciously gasped, felt a powerful cold current mixed with the wind blade rushing towards him, and said hurriedly: "Zhao Gongzi be careful, this is an impermanent thunder slash, don't fight with it!" Before the words fell, it was too late, and there was a dead silence in the ghost house, and the two had already divided the winner and loser.

The Soul Slayer shone with a dazzling cold light under the reflection of the moonlight, and the curved blade was engraved with a red totem, and the two dark shadows were staggered in mid-air, and the black and white impermanence gently whispered in Zhao Li's ear: "You...... It's dead!"

The wind was still groaning, the night rain was dashing, Tong Yu fell steadily to the ground, but Zhao Li fell from the air, his chest was obscene, his clothes were torn, revealing a thin red mark, blood trickled out from the trace, his handsome eyes were round, and he felt that the temperature of his body was peeling off inch by inch, and the fear was indescribable.

Black and white impermanence indifferently wiped away the blood of the sickle, plain clothes black and white, corresponding to his own half of the evil and half of the frightened face, his cold eyes were like frost, let the Buddha's eyes empty, turned to look at the Moon Palace fairy, and said with a smile: "How is it, is it distressed? This kid has a good skin, it is really not inferior to the jade-faced rakshasa at all, no wonder the fairy will empathize and say goodbye, and have a soft spot for him!"

Chang Su'e's eyes were cold as ice, and she said angrily: "Hugh is talking nonsense, this palace and Zhao Gongzi are innocent, and there is no emotion at all, even if it is a jade-faced rakshasa, this palace doesn't want to mention it! The love-hate entanglement between him and his senior sister and ghost mother and son has passed away for many years, and it is because of his inattentiveness that has caused his senior sister to become what she is now, not because of the bitter infatuation of this palace!"

"Innocent? This kid is dressed in obscene clothes, hugging you, kissing me and me, and even fighting with his life to save you, but you have no emotion to tell me here, it's ridiculous!" Black and white impermanence slowly walked towards Zhao Li, and said coldly: "If you don't want to see his identity in two sections, you will consciously hand over the Hanyu Nine Dragons, Tong Mou will spare his life, but you have to die, otherwise the sect leader will give up!"

The fairy of the Moon Palace looked gloomy, and said softly: "Zhao Gongzi, this palace hates to owe human debts the most in his life, even if you sacrifice your life and death to help me, I will never appreciate it! This palace has reminded you not to get involved in advance, but you insist on going your own way, you can't do your best, Hanyu Jiulong Pei is a big matter, involving the life and death of this sect, and even the fate of the country, forgive this palace can not be easily handed over, you know under the spring, don't blame me!"

Zhao Li sat down on the ground trembling tremblingly, his ears were beeping, he didn't hear anything, he just remembered that he saw a pair of terrifying ghost pupils in the air, these ghost pupils had no human feelings, like a dead corpse, he just hesitated for a moment, then he felt a cold in his chest, and he lost his combat power like this, he was unwilling, and couldn't help but secretly say: "I...... Am I really dead?"