Junior sister, she cultivates the way of life

The golden edge struck from the front, Fu Zhu ducked sideways and blocked the opponent's attack with his horizontal sword.

The girl's eyes flashed coldly and she asked in a questioning tone: "Did my brother die at your hands?"

Seeing Fu Zhu's expression of confusion and not remembering her brother's death at all, the girl's eyes turned red with anger. She gritted her teeth and said, "My brother's name is Sun Wuxi, and my name is Sun Siyan!"

Hearing the three words "Sun Wuxi", Fu Zhu remembered it and nodded gently to admit it.

Sun Siyan's eyes were full of moisture. She took a deep breath, pressed her fingers on the string of the crossbow, and pressed it back. She saw that the spiritual light arrows on the string were getting stronger and sharper.

"I want to avenge my brother——!"

Sun Siyan's beautiful face looked ferocious for a moment, and the arrow from the string was directed towards Fu Zhu's eyebrows.

But before the spiritual arrow even got close to the talisman bead, it was broken by the invisible sword intention.

The disparity in realm is like a natural chasm.

Sun Siyan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the moment a frost flower hit her chest, it turned into powerful magic power, shaking her internal organs and causing her body to fly away.

A force held her back, and a faint concerned voice came: "Little sister, are you okay?"

Sun Siyan turned her head suddenly, with tears in her eyes, mixed with a hint of joy: "Second brother, you are not in the sword formation, that's great, I thought you were trapped in it too..."

Sun Yinshou wiped her tears, his eyes passed over her face and fell on Fu Zhu who was surrounded by several people in the distance, a little coldly.

He looked away and his eyes became gentle, but he still had a question in his heart about his little sister appearing here.

"Mother asked you to escort the people away, why did you come back again?"

Sun Siyan sniffed, grabbed his brother's sleeve and said, "Don't worry, second brother, I have settled the people."

Not long after leaving Fang Waitian, she realized that her mother had let her leave because Houling City could no longer be defended.

After realizing this, Sun Siyan came back from the broken teleportation array, but Houling City had long been turned into a burial ground of yellow sand, and no one survived.

She hurried to Flowing Light City again. The war was over, but disputes started again.

Sun Siyan knew the cause of the dispute from everyone's words, so the previous scene happened.

"She has entered the realm of refining. We have no chance, Xiaoyan."

Sun Yinshou saw clearly and knew that with his and Sun Siyan's cultivation, there was no hope of avenging his brother.

What's more, Xiaoyan was not involved and should not have been involved.

Sun Yinshou sighed in his heart, but there was no expression on his face. He said to Sun Siyan: "What happened back then was indeed our fault. She wants to avenge her senior sister, and I want to avenge my brother. This is what we should each do."

"Xiaoyan, this matter should come to an end."

Sun Siyan's heart skipped a beat when she heard this, and she shouted: "Second brother, what do you want to do?"

She gripped Sun Yinshou's sleeves tighter and tighter, feeling extremely uneasy.

Sun Yinshou rubbed Sun Siyan's head lovingly: "Xiaoyan, listen to your mother and brother and live a good life. Our matter with Tianyue Sword Immortal will end with me. The blood debt will be paid with blood and wiped off in one stroke."

He didn't want Sun Siyan to avenge him, and he didn't want his only sister to use revenge as a motivation to practice in the future. Her heart would be filled with hatred and she would easily go astray.

Sun Yinshou cut off the corner of his clothes with the spirit blade between his fingers, and flew away decisively, without looking back at Sun Siyan who was in tears.

The air waves rolled and they all avoided Sun Siyan. Her body slowly descended and landed in a safe place. The guardian spell was always on, which was both protection and confinement.

Sun Siyan is Xiao's mother, and her two brothers are Xiao father, so Fu Zhu didn't recognize Sun Siyan, but she recognized Sun Yinshou.

He and Sun Wuxi look alike.

A sword came across, the energy of the sword galloping like a galloping horse, crashing into Sun Yinshou.

He formed seals with both hands, and the profound charm on his body circulated around the sky, turning into a layer of spiritual armor. Then he stepped forward, clenched his hands into fists, and slammed the sword blade. During the "clang" sound, Shuangxueming's sword swayed like ripples, and it took a long time to regain its composure.

The second son of the Sun family has a handsome appearance, but he is an individual practitioner.

Fu Zhu glanced at the human monks who surrounded him, and then at Wu Sheng behind him.

The sword moved according to his heart, and Shuang Xueming flew out, with strong sword energy, piercing Sun Yinshou's armor.

"The Single Deer Sword."

Fu Zhu let out a light sound, and a flying sword fell into his hand, and he stabbed out, repelling the attack from behind.

The sword intent climbed to its peak, and the bright sword light overshadowed the light of the spell, vertically cutting through everyone's joint defense.

puff--!
A series of sounds of vomiting blood were heard, and many monks fell to the ground one after another.

Fu Zhu didn't know when he took hold of Shuang Xueming, and the sword went with him. He was moved forward and his throat was sealed with a sword.

Sun Siyan opened her eyes and cried silently. Her body was pinned in place and she couldn't even catch Sun Yinshou.

The second brother is a physical practitioner and has strong defense. How could he be blocked so easily?
The spiritual power was swimming among the acupoints. Sun Siyan tried hard to break free from the confinement, but the result was that the spiritual power in the body became more and more disordered, and there were bursts of colic, and cold sweat broke out in the full heaven.

After killing Sun Yinshou, when Fu Zhu turned around, he saw a slender figure, and the sword flew out of his hand.

Clang!
A ray of silver light came from somewhere else, and the force was so strong that Shuang Xue Ming flew out diagonally and stuck straight into the earth and rocks.

The piled earth and rocks collapsed "with a bang" and splashed down to people's feet.

Fu Zhu's finger hooked back, the sword vibrated, flew out, and struck again.

Yang Shu stood in front of the woman in the apricot coat, forming a complicated hand seal with her hands, and a bubble-like ball of light covered the woman behind her.

Even though she knew that there was a huge difference in strength between herself and Fu Zhu, Yang Shu had no intention of retreating.

She went straight towards the flying sword.

The tip of the sword was pressed between Yang Shu's eyebrows, blood oozing out, and she stopped moving forward.

"Step aside."

She only kills people who have been stained with her senior sister's blood. Yang Shu is not on the list. She can let her go, but Shi Jiangjiang must die.

Yang Shu spoke cryptically: "Your lead sword formation has trapped so many people. I know that my brother Yang Qingxu will also die in it. Isn't it enough that so many of their lives are worth your senior sister's life?"

"Miss Fu Zhu... Shi Jiang Jiang has no spiritual roots anymore."

The girl who once had a faint smile now had a frosty face and asked indifferently: "So what?"

Yang Shu was speechless.

Behind her, Shi Jiangjiang caressed his belly unconsciously. Upon noticing her movement, Fu Zhu's eyes flashed, he withdrew his sword, turned around and left.

Even though Yang Shu had experienced strong winds and waves, she couldn't help but feel that her limbs were limp and weak, and cold sweat soaked her back.

At that moment, she really felt a strong murderous intention.

Like a thorn on the back, it is frightening.

Shi Jiangjiang's eyes were filled with confusion, and he didn't know why Fuzhu stopped holding it.

Is it because she has no spiritual roots and life is more painful than death?
But luckily she sheathed her sword...

(End of this chapter)