In the time of two breaths, Xiaozhu and Xin Xian didn't know how many moves they had made.

Xin Xian completely gave up the counterattack, and his slender figure flashed gracefully in the light curtain of the bamboo and wood sword, silently waiting for the moment when Xiao Zhu's strength was exhausted.

She saw that if she competed with the sword, she would definitely not be able to fight this tomboy. However, this kid doesn't seem to have a very good internal force cultivation, and the corresponding follow-up force is definitely not strong, as long as he survives this wave of onslaught, it will be the time for him to turn over.

Xiao Zhu's speed really began to slow down, although it was not obvious, but it could be heard from the sound of the bell on Xin Xian's wrist that gradually formed a rhythm.

Lao Xue also noticed this, and his heart lifted. In case Xiaozhu didn't stop the woman in green clothes, it would be her turn next!

As soon as his hand holding the sword tightened, and with a slight increase of force, the sharp Qingying sword blade cut Lu Xiaoxiang's neck, and a shocking red appeared on his delicate and fair skin, and blood beads oozed out.

Lu Xiaoxiang's body trembled, and a low snort of fear came out of his mouth.

Lao Xue pinched her chest with his other hand, making a more high-pitched exclamation, raising his face and saying fiercely: "The surname Zhu, you work harder, don't think about being lazy, otherwise your friend will definitely die before you!"

When Xiaozhu heard Lu Xiaoxiang's call, his heart tightened, and in a hurry, he made mistakes one after another, and the offensive became more and more unsuccessful. Xin Xian's emerald clothes swayed around her, but she could no longer pierce the watery curtain with the bamboo sword in her hand. Powerlessness, desolation, despair, like a cloud, weighed on her heart......

The cyan halo gradually dissipated, the figure of the emerald clothes was elegant, and the sound of the bell became more and more light and cheerful. With such an obvious change in the situation, how could Lao Xue not see it? He became more and more nervous in his heart, his face became more and more vicious, his flesh shook, and his left hand slapped heavily on Lu Xiaoxiang's chest, and shouted: "Stinky bitch, you really don't want to live?"

Lu Xiaoxiang snorted, feeling that he was not only caught, but also punched. The trembling pain spread through her body, and she could barely stand up straight, her teeth clenching into her lower lip, oozing blood.

She looked sideways at Lao Xue's ugly and distorted face, and the hatred and anger in her heart had never been as strong as it was now. This is the most hateful and ugly man she has ever seen since she was born, and even far more than the position occupied by the previous singers. She glanced at the large, rough hand that was on her body, and her chest was so depressed that she gagged.

Whenever she had the chance, she would rather fight and be stabbed in the neck than die with this hateful man!

'Sister Yu, hurry up and save me, and dismantle this ugly ghost!'

"No, even if Sister Yu comes, she can't do anything with this ugly monster, but she will be coerced by him." Alas, it's all my uselessness, dragging Xiaozhu down......'

'Sister Jade...... Brother Han, I miss you so much......

The girl who was weakly paralyzed in the arms of the wicked, the look in her eyes changed from confusion to awe-inspiring, and then revealed a rich coldness, as well as unprecedented ruthlessness. She stared at the face of Lao Xue, who was focused on the battle situation next to her, and the five fingers of her right hand that hung down softly were suddenly straight......

Just when she was about to fight to the death, Lao Xue suddenly let out a strange laugh from his mouth: "Ho!" Lu Xiaoxiang was like being struck by lightning, and when she thought that she might never be able to see Yu Hanyan again in the future, her courage was completely dispersed in an instant.

But it wasn't what she had thought. I saw that the corners of Lao Xue's mouth were raised, the horizontal flesh was protruding, and the smile on his whole face seemed to be squeezed out, which was extremely unnatural and very weird. Looking at his eyes again, there was no trace of brilliance in his pupils, and he stared straight ahead, as if he had fallen into dementia.

Wherever he stared, the girl in green clothes had stopped running, she stayed where she was, and she didn't look at the bamboo sword half a foot away behind her, and waved her sleeves to perform the most beautiful, gentle, and beautiful dance—

The insects and birds are quiet, and the breeze has stopped. The flowers are discolored, and the clouds forget to return. The brilliance of heaven and earth is concentrated on her alone, and no Danqing skillful hand can paint such a picture, which makes people deeply enchanted in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Lao Xue's soul was snatched, his whole body stiffened, his mouth opened wide, and he couldn't move.

And the sword that Xiaozhu chased after her back couldn't be stabbed out.

The intoxicating sound of bells still echoed in my ears, and the afterglow did not stop, but all the dances of Xin Xian had been frozen in a moment of time. Her movements were extremely slow, as if she was in the deep waters, and when she moved, there was a huge pressure to thwart her.

She raised her head and looked at Lao Xue a foot away, and her beautiful eyes reflected Lao Xue's ugly face. In her cold gaze, she laboriously raised her right hand and aimed it at Lao Xue's forehead.

The green sleeves are slightly raised, and the flowers are hand-held. Her movements did not leave a trace in the air, silent, as gentle as a woman dotting cinnabar, but with an irreversible will of life and death.

Heavenly Immortal Dreams, Nine Ghosts Hook Souls!

Lao Xue didn't react, but the look in his pupils suddenly dissipated, and it seemed that his soul had been scattered, leaving only an empty body.

After doing this action, Xin Xian seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and blinked his eyes with a gentle sigh, and the moving look in his eyes dimmed a lot.

At this time, the air that had been still for a moment began to flow again, and the surrounding insects and birds were clear again. Everyone seemed to have experienced a big dream, returned to the world, suddenly woke up from that incomparably beautiful dance, and returned to a dangerous situation.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, Lao Xue's body fell to the grass, and Lu Xiaoxiang next to him was covered with blood on his hands and neck, and he couldn't help crying.

Xiaozhu's figure flashed, came to her, glanced at her wound, and then breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the Qingying Sword was instinctively pushed away by Xiao Xiang, and the sword that lost its master's control did not have much strength, and only left a little skin wound on the girl's palm, and there was no danger.

Xiaozhu gently patted the back of Lu Xiaoxiang's hand, turned his face, looked at the girl in cuiyi and said softly, "Thank you." ”

Xin Xian's face was pale, as if he was seriously ill, and even his smile was very dim: "Don't thank me too early, I have conditions, and your map belongs to me." ”

Xiaozhu nodded: "It should be, it belongs to you." ”

The poor girl didn't know that the map she had promised had already been incorporated into someone else's arms.

After the three of them left in a hurry, a figure dressed in a black coat came out from behind the grass, squatted down next to Lao Xue's corpse, looked at it carefully, and muttered: "The dance of the immortals is really wonderful......

He pressed the center of the corpse's eyebrows, opened the corpse's eyelids again, looked at the completely dilated pupils in his eyes, pondered for a moment, and suddenly snorted, lifted the Purple Flame Evil Sword, and cut off the corpse's head with one sword.

In the blood splatter, his figure flashed, and he appeared dozens of steps away, striding after him in the direction where Xiaozhu and the three of them left.