Chapter 514 Clear Shadow

I don't know how many moves Xiaozhu and Xinxian have taken during the two breaths.

Xiao Xian completely gave up the counterattack, and his fair figure flashed gracefully in the curtain of the bamboo sword, silently waiting for the moment when Xiaozhu was exhausted.

She saw that she could never compete with this tomboy. However, this boy's internal strength does not seem to be very good, and the corresponding successor is certainly not strong. As long as he suffers this wave of fierce attacks, it is time for him to turn over.

Xiaozhu's speed began to slow down. Although it was not obvious, it could be heard from the sound of bells gradually forming a rhythm on Xinxian's wrist.

Lao Xue also noticed this, and his heart was raised. If Xiaozhu doesn't stop the woman in green, it's his turn next!

His hand holding the sword tightened and added a little force. The sharp blade of the Qingming sword cut off Lu Xiaoxiang's neck, and a shocking red appeared on his delicate and white skin, and blood beads oozed out.

Lu Xiaoxiang's body trembled and hummed with fear.

Old Xue pinched her chest with the other hand, creating a higher exclamation. He raised his face and said ferociously, "Zhu, work harder and don't think about being lazy, or 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 uncontinent. The fairy's green clothes swayed around her, but she could no longer pierce the water-like painting screen with the bamboo sword in her palm. Powerlessness, sadness, despair, cloudy clouds on her heart...

The cyan halo gradually dissipated, the green figure was as elegant as a fairy, and the sound of the bells became more and more light and cheerful. Can't Lao Xue see such an obvious change in the situation? He became more and more nervous, and his face became more and more fierce. His flesh trembled. He took out his left hand in front of Lu Xiaoxiang's chest and shouted, "Bitch, you really don't want to live?"

Lu Xiaoxiang snorted and felt that she was not only caught, but also received a heavy punch. The trembling pain spread all over her body. She was almost unable to stand up straight, and her teeth clenched her lower lip, oozing blood.

She looked sideways at Lao Xue's ugly and twisted face, and the hatred and anger in her heart had never been as strong as it is now. This is the most hateful and ugly man she has seen since she was born, and even far exceeds the position occupied by the singers in the past. She looked at the rough big hand on her body, and her chest was depressed and nauseous.

As long as there is a chance, she would rather stab her neck to die with this hateful person!

'Sister Yu, come and save me quickly and get rid of this ugly guy!'

'No, even if Sister Yu comes, she can't do anything to this ugly monster. Instead, she will be threatened by him. Alas, it's all useless that drags Xiaozhu down...'

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

The girl who collapsed weakly in the arms of the wicked changed from confused to awe-inspiring, and then revealed a strong coldness and unprecedented fierceness. She stared at the face of Lao Xue, who was focusing on the war situation next to her, and her soft five fingers were suddenly straight...

Just as she was about to fight to death, Lao Xue suddenly gave a strange smile: "Oh!" Lu Xiaoxiang was struck by lightning. Thinking that he might no longer see the cold smoke in the future, his courage suddenly dispersed completely.

But the situation is not what she thought. Lao Xue raised the corners of his mouth and protruded, and the smile on his whole face seemed to be squeezed out, which was extremely unnatural and strange. Looking at his eyes again, there was no longer any brilliance in his pupils, staring straight ahead, as if he had fallen into dementia.

Where his eyes were staring, the girl in green clothes had stopped running away. She stayed where she was, not looking at the bamboo sword half a foot behind her, and waved her sleeves to perform the most beautiful, softest and beautiful dance--

The insects and birds are quiet, and the breeze stops. The flowers lose color and the clouds forget to return. The brilliance of heaven and earth is concentrated on her alone, and no delicate hand can depict such a picture scroll, which makes people deeply intoxicated in the afterglow of the sunset.

Old Xue's soul was taken away, his whole body was stiff, his mouth was wide open, and he couldn't move.

And Xiaozhu couldn't stab out the sword behind her.

The intoxicating sound of bells still echoes in my ears, and the aftertaste does not stop, but all the dancing postures of Xinxian have solidified in a moment. Her movements were extremely slow, as if she were in the deep sea. As soon as she moved, there was a huge pressure to obstruct her.

She raised her head and looked at Lao Xue, who was ten feet away. Her beautiful eyes reflected Lao Xue's ugly face. In the cold eyes, she raised her right hand with effort and pointed at Lao Xue's forehead.

The green sleeves are slightly raised, and the flowers are picked with bare hands. Her movements did not draw a trace in the air, silent, as soft as a woman's cinnabar, but with irreversible and irreversible will of life and death.

The fairy turned into a dream, nine ghosts!

Lao Xue did not react, but the brilliance in his pupils suddenly dissipated, as if his soul had been scattered, leaving only an empty body.

After this action, the Xinxian seemed to have exhausted all her strength, blinked her eyes with a gentle sigh, and the touching look in her eyes also dimmed a lot.

At this time, the air was still for a moment before it began to flow again, and the insects and birds around it were singing clearly again. Everyone seemed to have experienced a big dream, returned to the world, and suddenly woke up from the extremely beautiful dance and returned to a dangerous situation.

"Dong!"

With a muffled sound, Lao Xue's body fell on the grass. Next to him, Lu Xiaoxiang's hands and neck were full of blood, and he couldn't help crying.

Xiaozhu's body flashed, came to her, glanced at her wound, and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the Qingming Sword was instinctively pushed away by Xiaoxiang. The sword that lost its master did not have much strength. It only left a little skin trauma 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 whispered, "Thank you very much."

Xian's face was pale, as if she was seriously ill, and even her smile was very gloomy: "Don't thank me too early. I'm qualified. Your map belongs to me."

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

The poor girl didn't know that the map she promised had actually been included in other people's arms.

After the three hurriedly left, a figure in a black cloak came out from behind the grass, squatted down beside Lao Xue's body, looked carefully, and muttered, "The fairy dance is really wonderful..."

He pressed the eyebrows of the body, opened the eyelids of the body, looked at the completely scattered pupils in his eyes, pondered for a moment, suddenly hummed, lifted the purple evil sword, and cut off the head of the body with a sword.

In the blood splash, his figure flashed and appeared dozens of steps away, strode in the direction where Xiaozhu and the three left.