Chapter 659 Night Killing

The petals flew in the air and suddenly covered with a layer of crystal white frost. They fell halfway without hurting anyone.

In the blink of an eye, the withered peach blossoms spread on the vast ground, and the remnants were covered with ice crystals, losing the enchanting color and no vitality.

A scribe in a green robe stepped on the peach petals, and the frost under his feet shattered and creaked. Demon girl, where are you going?

The female demon glanced at his wide scribe's sleeve robe and said coldly, "Two sleeves of flying frost... You are Zhao Yangshuo!"

The scribe in green robe smiled and nodded: "You know me, but I don't know you. Can you tell me your name?"

The female demon is dark. Zhao Yangshuo is an old man in the world, and the ice control kung fu of "frost condensed flying sleeves" is still above the magic door. Even if the female demon is alone with him, she may not be able to win, not to mention that more masters will come at this time.

The female demon waved her hand, and the crow fell back on her shoulder. When the Qingpao scribe saw this scene, he said "Oh": "It turned out to be Miss Gong." He revealed Gong Yunxiu's identity, said no more, and quietly waited for the leading brother to come.

Gong Yunxiu sighed secretly. Trapped here tonight, he will be underestimated again...

Her eyes crossed the green robe scribe and looked forward. Her eyes swept through the cracks in the grass, shrubs and branches, and noticed more than ten cold eyes hidden in the dark of the jungle.

The heroes fell silent, and only a desolate and distant roar was still echoing in the distance. The owner of the voice was quickly moving this way, and everyone was waiting for his instructions. Gong Yunxiu was patient enough to look forward to his arrival after sett down.

At this time, except for the movement made by the leading brother, the forest has fallen into a dead silence. The voices of insects and ants chose to be silent under this dull pressure, and their vitality was exhausted, as if they had returned to the bleak winter.

The leader quickly came to the vicinity and stopped the roar of power. Gong Yunxiu silently explored his every move, and saw him stay under an old tree for a few seconds, and then quietly leaned over from the river.

What a cunning old thing!

Gong Yunxiu sneered and raised his right arm.

But the green-robed scribe in front of her also came out more and more and forced her silently.

The cold light hits the face, and the frost on both sleeves is flying.

Gong Yunxiu narrowed his eyes and shouted in a low voice: "Jueyi--" Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden roar behind him. Then the wind blows.

The silent river under the moonlight suddenly set off a huge wave, and a blue water wave shook up like a tornado and swept over in the strong wind. In the loud noise, countless drops of water fell, like a rainstorm.

An old man with white hair came from the wind and rain with a thin sword.

The drops of water sprinkled all over the sky are part of his sword spirit, which is dense and tangled, covering the whole field.

The face of Gong Yunxiu's sad turn was reflected in tens of millions of beads of water. Her face was pale and she could not resist this sword.

The old man could lift the whole river with a small sword. If there is no crow, she will be buried here!

But according to the content of the "contract", if the crow takes action, his life will belong to it...

During the patrol, there was suddenly a familiar figure in front of her, separated between her and thousands of raindrops of swords. The man raised his arm and pointed gently to the rain curtain -

"Bum!"

There was a bursting sound of breaking the air, and the raindrops rolled back upside down.

The man's head did not turn back, and then pointed back, condensed an invisible sword spirit, and cut at the scribe in the green robe. Then he didn't look at the result, swayed his arm half a circle in the air, tipped a little, and rushed in the direction of the white-haired old man like a strong wind.

The white-haired old man felt a great crisis in an instant. The hair exploded like lightning, and his feet stepped heavily into the soil. He turned into a retreat and ran to the river as if he were dead. But it's too late!

Qin Yan's figure rushed over like electricity and tore a horrible gap in the reeds. With a wave of his right finger, the sword spirit burst between his fingers and converged into an arrow running through the long night. He cruelly pierced the waist of the white-haired old man. The fierce force pierced his abdomen and penetrated deep into the ground.

The old man didn't have time to say a word until he died.

This is the end of harassing the leading brother for more than four days.

After the blue-robed scribe took him with a fingertip sword gas, he vomited blood and fell into the reed. After a few somersaults, he ran away without looking back. He must have regretted having just reported his name.

The panicked and angry roar around him sounded disorderly, and several masters jumped out of the grass and rushed to Qin Yan. Qin Yan's wrist turned over, and in an instant, his fingers drew countless sword shadows, covering the three-foot arc that the sword spirit could reach into his own field, harvesting life in the bloody rain and roar of anger. The long sword, sharp sword and swallowing spell light are all isolated from the frost and sword spirit. No matter how many ups and downs the masters have gone through in their lives, at this time, they can only show the last magnificence of life.

After a while, the reeds were silent, and the strong bloody smell spread out. After the disaster, the people of the rivers and lakes for the rest of their lives were far away. Qin Yan lowered his right hand, his clothes were not stained with any red, and strode out of the land full of death and unwillingness to occupy.

Gong Yunxiu followed him without saying a word.

"I asked you to ask a few words quietly. Why did you make such a big noise?" Qin Yan didn't look at her and asked with a frown.

Gong Yunxiu bowed his head and said nothing. The crow combed his feathers by himself.

"I committed such a big murder again, and the good mood of the day has been ruined." Qin Yan sighed gently.

Gong Yunxiu said, "You seem to be more powerful than before."

"Hmm." Qin Yan lowered his head and looked at his hands. "Hongmeng Danju is a collection of the leaders of the two families, and it is really wonderful. Many of my doubts that I had accumulated for a long time have been solved, and my cultivation has been thousands of miles a day, and I have reached the threshold of leakage.

"Leaked out? The sixth communication? What's the use?" Gong Yunxiu looked up at Qin Yan and asked.

"Break away the persistent troubles, transcend the reincarnation of life and death, and prove the holy fruit."

The crow shouted, "Ha! When I heard that the certificate was leaked, I broke my desire, became clumsy, and didn't have a mortal heart. Isn't that any different from the eunuch?

Gong Yunxiu's face changed slightly.

Then he heard a crow's scream and was hit far away by Qin Yan's finger and fell into the river, soaked with feathers.

Qin Yan said in a low voice: "After verifying the holy fruit, there will be no leakage of the golden body. From then on, the longevity will be endless, and the reincarnation of birth and death... More importantly, at that time, I was fully sure to get through the decline of the body and take a step closer to the position of the golden fairy."

Gong Yunxiu said lightly, "All I know is that Yu Hanyan will be very pitiful..."

"You know nothing!" Qin Yan stared, "What can't I do when I prove the golden immortal? Then I can still take her and share the long life with me! You are such a shallow guy, just wait for the old man!"