165 Heavy rain pouring · death

Relatives. Soul hunting. Man.

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Umei. Far away from yourself. And...

There was a needle-like sharp lightning in her dark mind. She waved her sword and shouted deeply to the flower, "Where is Xiao Fengchuan now?"

"You don't need to know. No matter where he is, whether he is dead or alive, he is mine. From today on, it has nothing to do with you.

Hua Shen clenched her hands and pushed the acacia ring in front of her chest, and suddenly wiped a gorgeous golden light. This time, she didn't know what kind of powerful elf she would summon. "Worry about yourself first!"

The water sleeve was raised, and thousands of rain silk rushed to her palm. This time, the water sword condensed faster than just now! Judging from the experience of fighting with Hua Shenshen in the past, her speed can never catch up with the rain sword!

Hua Shen deeply just pushed one acacia ring on her chest and the other acacia ring on her back. It seemed that she was not going to use it. Is it that she is going to use the sword of Yaoling next?

The heavy rain poured down, pouring deep into the flowers like the Milky Way, and the cold wind is blowing down. Her hair is full of braids like running ink clouds. Her petite figure is under the bright river, like a flower support hit by lightning. The orange petals are scattered at the touch. The color falls with the rain, and the fragrance goes with the wind!

With her fingers up, she cast out the lovesick ring in her hand, her hands were empty, and even gave up the last defense! It's impossible. She can't do it. She can never take it--

"Wow--" The crystal clear splashed wet the deep hair, and the acacia ring she cast hit the sharp tip of the rain sword that had approached her chest, splitting it into two same streams of water to both sides of her body!

Impossible! This terrible power, after all...

It's too late! Yao Ling floated back in the wind and withdrew, holding the hand of the rain sword in a hurry. The power has come - the white sleeves of the distant spirit raised high, accompanied by a cracked silk-like sound, blood flowers like arrows, followed the acacia ring from the outside of the distant spirit's arm!

I got it...

The rain sword cracked like a broken crystal and suspended in the air, which made the air of the sword training field a little colder. A broken crystal stained with blood and rose red floated in front of the distant spirit. She didn't have to look down to know that her right hand had been seriously injured, and she couldn't wave her sword anymore!

"Bang." The successful Acacia ring flew over the curved track in the air and returned to the hands of Hua Shenshen. This woman, she is not the kind of summoning system that relies on summoning elves to fight and has a mediocre attack power! She has just used the general attack technique of Acacia Ring and has completely defeated Yaoling. Whether it is speed, strength, martial arts attack or fairy attack, it is more than one level of Yaoling. The general attack alone is so powerful. This woman is so strong!

This is the real strength of Mozhu Huashen!

"It seems that I can't let you go today." Hua sneered deeply, and the lovesick ring has been stained with the blood of the second person. Sometimes, it can't stop once it's escape, struggle or killing.

Yaoling will not give up. Hua has hidden his strength so far in order to wait for this final duel. Oh, since she is finally willing to show her real skills, if Yaoling doesn't take it seriously, it's a little irrespeakable!

"Soul Law • Xue Lingzhi!"

Yao Ling just stretched his right arm flat in the rain. The raindrops fell on the narrow wound on her arm, and the blue light jumped out, which was as thin as frost, and actually stopped the bleeding. The soul cultivation of Yaoling is not bad in both attack and healing. She is originally a comprehensive soul practicer. The blue rain halo danced for a moment, and her arms were moving freely. She held two swords in her hand and said deeply to the flower with a faint smile:

"You'd better pray that the rain will stop soon, otherwise..."

It really has something to do with this rain. Hua frowned deeply and said that the soul method beyond the five elements was still dependent on attributes in the end? Her lovesick ring has never been bound by attributes!

Seeing that the two fought more and more fiercely, Chen Wei next to him already had his own thoughts. Taking advantage of the fierce battle between the two, the sword quietly approached the petal boundary in the suspended air and explored the boundary. Because the death of the peony, it was already quite weak, so a sword broke the peony cage and rescued Wumei.

"Master!"

"Chen Wei, take the leader to go first. His spell is very strong, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to untie it within an hour." Wu Mei looked back at the flowers in the battle and felt a chill that was colder than the rain from the bottom of her heart. So strong, really so strong. She is only 15 years old, and her strength is comparable to that of Xia Gu! I don't know how terrible the highest-level pen owner of pen, ink, paper and inkstone will be!

"It's very dangerous here. Take the leader and go quickly!" Wumei gave an order, and the Jiao'e sisters who ran this way at the same time were shocked, but seeing that Brother Chen Wei was also harsh, she had to run to the stiff leader and help him go first.

"But, Uncle Taishi..." Chen Wei saw that Wu Mei had no intention of leaving at all, and he refused to leave. Wumei said, "I want to stay and help Yaoling. Her enemy is too powerful this time... Why don't you move the rescuers quickly!"

Chen Wei hesitated a little and only heard Hua deeply shout, "You guys, no one wants to leave!"

The flying acacia ring seemed to rush before the deep voice of the flowers fell, flying over the heads of five people including Chen Wei and Wumei, and the golden light hung down. Chen Wei suddenly felt that his hands and feet were tied and could not move. The same is true of Wumei Jiao'e and others. Unexpectedly, her lovesick ring is still so effective. Now all five people have lost their ability to move. If Fengchuan can't come in time, Yaoling will only face such a strong enemy as Hua Shen alone!

"Kka!" Liuyun's snow sword and the acacia ring bite together tightly. Now because Yaoling uses two swords, and Hua Shen can only use a ring of Acacia to resist, Yaoling has a slight advantage. However, if it is deep-shen--

"ke——"

What is this sound? Hallucinations? The crystal fragmented sounded in the distant eardrum, and her pupils also followed a shock: a slender crack was cracked on the soul sword, flowing clouds and the snow... Unexpectedly, there would be a crack!

"Hold it tightly, hold it tightly." Hua smiled deeply and evilly, and the slight curvature of the corners of her mouth was similar to the cracks on the sword. Now the sky is dark, illuminating this sword field. In addition to the hanging golden ring of Acacia, there is only the distant flowing cloud snow sword.

That's her, the light of the soul.

"If you can't hold it tightly, it will be broken by me." Hua sneered deeply. In terms of hardness and sharpness, the flowing clouds and snow are definitely not as good as the rice sword and the west wind; in terms of additional attributes and gorgeousness, it is not comparable to the cluster water at all. What kind of sword is it? Like her master from the beginning, it is a useless sword.

Hua deeply remembers that the demon's father once told her that the founder of Yuxiang's phantom fairy is a person that the world can't figure out. Obviously, he has excellent qualifications, but he refuses to practice well in the mountains. He came to the world with the notoriety of bullying teachers and destroying ancestors, and founded his own sect next door to the most prosperous street in Yangzhou City.

But she is such a notorious and intractable person, which has attracted many talents of cultivating immortals. Rain Lane is getting stronger and stronger, and it has become an indispensable existence that people in the world rely on. It cultivates disciples while receiving commissions. It exists between Jianghu gangs and immortal cultivation sects, but it has always existed like this. It just wants to go straight according to the path it has identified.

The phantom fairy said that the rules are used to break. Therefore, there is only one door rule in Rain Lane, which is morality. She said that if low-level disciples don't like the elders, try their best to scold them. Those stinky old men and dead old women asked them to go out for the task. They felt condescending and noble. They threw them out and couldn't bear to shake the table full of tea bones. Therefore, set up a Presbyterian and do whatever you want before you die.

The four demons of the demon master will kill the phantom fairy, and her portable weapon, the autumn water sword, is also broken. It's not a pity. No matter how powerful the gold and iron sword is, it's a pity to break ten thousand swords. Unfortunately, the spirit and soul of the phantom fairy have not been passed on in the hands of the descendants of Rain Lane from generation to generation like the flowing cloud snow sword.

No one, like her, still maintains a clean and kind soul while seeing through the evil and cruelty of the world.

... Maybe there is also her defiant bad personality. Hua sighed deeply. Her demon father rarely appreciates a person so much. Listening to him tell so many stories about the phantom fairy, even Hua Shenshen almost felt that she was shining.

Such a brilliant phantom fairy must not want to inherit her legacy. It is the waste wood of Yaoling.

Hua thought deeply, in this case, let's start with breaking this useless soul...

"Bang-Bang-" Seeing that a thin crack leads to more black cracks that slowly binds the flowing cloud and the snow sword, the feeling of distant spirit is not afraid, but powerless - really powerless, completely lost to Hua Shen in strength, not as good as others, what's wrong with losing! But...

"I'll ask you for the last time, where is Xiao Fengchuan now?"

"There are many such people in the world. Others save face for her, but she doesn't see the coffin and doesn't cry. She has to find a blow for herself." Hua sneered deeply, "Do you have to watch the flowing clouds urge the snow to break into a ball of scum before you let go? This blow is fatal.

"Bing-"

Yao Ling clenched her sword. She clenched her teeth and listened to Hua's deep and cruel words: "That Xiao Fengchuan has... died."

"Bum!"

The flowing cloud sword full of cracks, together with the snow-moment sword that has just begun to crack, broke into cloud snow beads, and came down with the drizzle. Hua Shen took advantage of the moment when the distant spirit lost her mind to make a fatal blow. Her right palm suddenly hit the heart of the distant spirit. The blood flower spewed out from the distant spirit's mouth. She flew back with Hua Shen's palm and fell to the ground like a body that had lost her soul...