This witch, please stay

Chapter 27 Ice Blue Eyes
A shockingly huge crack ran through the entire body of the sword, as if the long sword carved from white jade had cracked inch by inch from the crack, turning into countless fragments that shone with moonlight and fell down one after another. When it hit the ground, it turned into fly ash and disappeared.

There was still no emotion in those black eyes with blood-colored pupils, no sense of joy to kill the golden core monster with a single sword, and no worry about the mess in his body.

The blood-red pupils are like a small blood-red full moon, just "hanging high" quietly above the night that the dark eyes turned into, neither joy nor sorrow, as if they never know what emotion is.

Some only have an inexplicable mood mixed with indifference and loneliness.

But the scene in the body of the young man in white was not as comfortable as he showed.

The meridians that were originally as wide as thoroughfare avenues have shrunk into country yellow mud paths, and countless fine cracks are like overlapping and complicated spider webs, covering the road layer by layer. On those meridians, people can't help worrying whether those poor "paths" will collapse in the next second.

As if spitting, he vomited a big mouthful of blood, Xun Ming still had an indifferent expression of indifference, as if the mouthful of blood that dyed the white clothes in front of him blood red was not spit out from his own mouth generally.

The spider demon, golden core, secret puppet, and even the entire mansion were all turned into powder under that sword.

The boundless moonlight disappeared with the setting of the full moon, leaving only Xun Ming standing on a piece of broken floor tiles.

The breeze was blowing from an unknown distance, and a strong wind quickly accumulated in this empty area, blowing the corners of the young man in white.

The evil spirit that has not completely dissipated was stirred by the wind and mixed with the smell of the grass and trees in the distance. On the empty ground not far away, a white robe with a slanting moon pattern lay quietly on the ground. The sword turned into fly ash along with the spider demon.

However, the body of the nun in it has disappeared.

Just "dambling" in place aimlessly for a while, Xun Ming let go of the handful of white powder in his hand, let it fall slowly like a handful of ashes, and then turned into a powder in the wind. There was a small puff of white smoke, and then there was no trace.

That Xun Ming suddenly smiled evilly, with a strange expression like an evil ghost's upper body, ignoring the pain and misery in his body that seemed to be torn apart, with that evil smile that couldn't go away in the corner of his mouth, and slightly squinting at the The right eye with blood pupil and black pupil turned around and prepared to walk into the distance.

But before he could turn around and take a step, a small hand that was as white and tender as if carved from glazed white jade suddenly fell on the back of his head, smashing his head hard into the ground among.

A light film that seemed to be composed of colorful rays of light instantly covered Xun Ming's body when the palm was slapped on the back of his head, making the meridians and physique in his body that were already on the verge of collapse seem to be in an instant. Entering the stagnation, it seems that there is an invisible jade hand gently touching the turning moment.

Under the protection of the colorful light film, that Xun Ming did not completely swallow his breath under the palm that left little affection.

That incomparably evil smile disappeared quietly, that Xun Ming turned his head straight from the mud as if he didn't know the pain, and after seeing the figure in white clothes who was so small that he didn't know how small, he smiled slightly, and in his right eye In an instant, the darkness faded away from left to right.

Dressed in a snow-white dress, a small girl with an exquisite face as if a goddess descended from the sky looked cold, and a pair of ice blue eyes that seemed to have a piercing chill quietly looked at the crazy, foolish young man in white. After seeing that the blood and ink in the right eye had completely faded away, he turned his gaze from his face to his left arm where the bones were visible, and his light brow unconsciously frowned slightly.

As the girl in white frowned, there seemed to be invisible sharp sword intent rising all around, dazzling people's eyes.

The beautiful girl's plain hand raised slightly, and then slowly lowered it. There seemed to be a very subtle cold snort coming from the tip of the upright nose, but it disappeared in the wind in an instant.

As if her mind moved, the eyes of the girl in white, who was so beautiful that she didn't look like a human woman, suddenly became cold and sharp, and she turned her head to look at the distant sky.

Although it was possible to escape from the shroud of the full moon by a small margin, Jiang Sinan still received a lot of care. Although it was only the "aftermath" of the full moon, the dog in front of him, whose body was made of a gun , The chilong's vitality transformed from spiritual power into flesh was severely injured, and it could hardly continue to be maintained.

Jiang Sinan's high-fingered sword eyebrows were also drooping slightly because of the incomparable heartache at this time, and he couldn't help but muttered again and again in his heart, "Oh damn Jiang Sinan, let you be strong, ah just resist, ah Shit", regretting his carelessness, not using a defensive magic weapon to resist the aftermath of this sword.

Jiang Sinan, who was assisted by Yujian in the sky, managed to stop the pained look on his face, thinking of his fellow who was so ugly, his brows twitched, and he wanted Yujian to return.

With such a sword cut with a cultivation base of the Dongtian Realm, he will not die and will not be able to escape being disabled!
Even if he is Xun Ming of the oblique moon.

Thinking of the glaring injuries of that white-clothed young man, Jiang Sinan felt a little strange in his heart, and subconsciously murmured in his heart, "There are indeed a bunch of lunatics in the oblique moon sect."

Damn, you said that you are in the cave, and go head-to-head with that spider demon who seems to be at least in the middle stage of Jindan?Thinking about demonstrating the Taoism of your Suzerain Xun Shao?In the early stage of Dongtian, in the middle stage of Zaijindan.

However, after thinking about the white robe he saw last, Jiang Sinan's unstoppable thoughts froze slightly, and then he made a "conclusive conclusion" with some emotion.

Well, now I really know how powerful these lunatics are.

Is it okay for the young master to be convinced?But why is Master Xun so little cultivated?All your thoughts are on the little nuns?

Oh, no, I remember that this kid should have a higher level of cultivation than me, because of this crap, that stinky old man in my family often slaps me on the back:
"Ahhh, why don't I play here? The little bastards of the oblique moon sect are about to form golden cores, let's see you again!"

But it's a little strange that after talking about it for a long time, the "stinky old man" in his family suddenly put away this topic, but since then, Jiang Sinan has a faint feeling that his master looks at him differently. Such a weird feeling.

The "Dragon Drawing Water" under his feet flew across the sky, and he returned to the vicinity of the "mansion" in a few breaths. Jiang Sinan put away his miscellaneous thoughts, looked at the empty ground, and was slightly taken aback. While being shocked by his power, the thought of "that kid should have no bones left" appeared in his heart.

A moment later, he felt a sharp gaze with a clear killing intent, and the frivolity in his eyes immediately dissipated and turned into a serious one. Jiang Sinan subconsciously turned his head to meet that gaze.

Looking across, he saw a small snow-white figure floating beside that "big garlic", his vision suddenly blurred, and then his eyes went black, surrounded by a feeling of falling through the sky.

Before his vision plunged into darkness, he vaguely saw a pair of ice blue eyes.

"Come down."

As a result, Xiaoyao Jianxiu, who was holding a gun with a sword, fell straight down like a kite with a broken string.

　It's fate to meet each other, guest officer, add a bookshelf before leaving

　　
　
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