The Fire Butterfly and Fang Xi in the Aotian Pavilion were still messing around like headless flies.

One, two, three, a mysterious black shadow floated silently up the tower in the strong wind. Xie Junhe didn't remember if he had seen them, but they seemed to recognize Xie Junhe. Regardless of whether you know each other or not, the promise you make when you hear this song has long been an unwritten iron law.

In the corner of the top floor of the tower, Fire Butterfly finally found Xie Junhe hidden in the darkness: "What tricks are you kid playing?"

Leaping into the air, the two sword lights of Fire Butterfly and Fang Xi were intertwined, pressing tightly towards Xie Junhe. Just as the two of them were furious, the other three black shadows on the tower had already rushed forward without hesitation.

The Golden Serpent Dances. Suddenly, blood foam floated in the air, and the black shadow melted into the shadow of blood, and the sharp sword condensed into a sword of blood. Xie Junhe watched as the three broken shadows were torn and devoured by the golden sword light, silently, cooled the blood, and fell to the side. "It's not enough for people to stuff their teeth!" said Firebutterfly.

"It's your turn, boy!" Fang Xi interjected.

Xie Jun and the bloodlines of his whole body were frozen by the killing intent of the sword light.

Out of the sword, kill!

But the two people on the opposite side only smiled calmly, and their hands exerted a slight force. The golden sword mist suddenly soared like a mountain.

The pear flower sword, the sword qi was agitated like a strong wind, whistling over Xie Junhe's head. The grinding sound was the sound of sword qi scraping through the remnant sword. Like a summer hail. Xie Junhe had exhausted all the strength of his body, like a bow that had been drawn to the full string, and he could even feel that his own strength was depleting every minute, while his opponent's strength was increasing point by point.

The balance of the confrontation suddenly collapsed, and it was the three people in the corner who swooped up, Xie Jun and were about to be hit in ecstasy, but a sudden whirlwind in front of him hit him almost no place to stand.

In the terrifying sound of broken bones, blood gushed and flowed, and the gray face was instantly covered with the despair of death. The three withered corpses fell into the raging flames, and the green smoke was wiped out. In his ears, only the insolent laughter of Fire Butterfly and Fang Xi remained.

It doesn't matter, when they come, they have already realized that they are dead. It's a pity that Xie Junhe doesn't even know their names. No, blood ghosts never had names. Xie Junhe only felt that the soft corner of his heart suddenly lifted the ice and became wet.

There were two more dark shadows, still blood ghosts holding swords. still walked towards the murderous fire butterfly and Fang Xi, ignoring it. But in an instant, under the shield formed by the cold light, the two swords bent abruptly, piercing their own chests. The thunderbolt sword used to kill countless people, and no one could survive from the sword, but today, it was his own sword that took their lives!

Xie Junhe was speechless.

He knew that the two in front of him were simply demons from hell. If they are not eliminated, the situation will only worsen.

"You think it's that easy?" Firebutterfly smiled grimly, "but to attract more cushions!"

Fang Xi couldn't wait to respond: "Even if you can get out, you can't escape Old Man Jiang's net!"

"You and Chu Tao's kid easily killed Konoha, how can Old Man Jiang let you go, don't dream!"

"Noise!" The remnant sword was like lightning, straight to Fang Xi's throat.

The fire butterfly jumped out of the way and headed for the iron pipe that stood on the wall in the courtyard - the iron pipe that was originally used to light the fireworks was now a deadly weapon. "What will the people on the street say tomorrow? Poor Qin Dashao's marriage became a funeral, just because of the fireworks, the culprit, and the fire burned Wangjiangtai!"