The strongest queen of the six realms

Chapter 107 Xuanzang's Wrath Fallen Demons Perish (2)
Xi Zi snorted coldly, "As you wish."

Although he was very dissatisfied with Xuan Yun's acting-loving temperament, but this time he simply uttered two words and stopped talking.

Xuan Yan curled his lips, then looked at Shang Duan who was about to speak, and reached out his hand to stop Shang Duan's next words, "I think I can give you the answer, Patriarch Shang."

The faint smile in Xuan Yun's eyes made Shang Duan feel a sense of uneasiness deep in his heart. Sure enough, Xuan Yun's next words made his heart fall into the bottom of the valley.

"Since I can't save my life by choosing either one, it's better to choose the one that is more beneficial to me. Although the mistress has never given me anything, I will tell you clearly, Patriarch Shang, the mistress is in my Xuanzang's heart. Instead, nothing can shake the position of the mistress in my heart. Since your children and grandchildren will not let me go, well, kill them all, and no one will come to chase me down, um, really It's a good idea, it's decided like this, you can also talk about it, Patriarch Shang, are you still satisfied with Xuan Yun's choice?"

Shang Duan is showing his true colors now, the words from Xuan Yang have not yet fallen, the sword in his hand has already pierced Xuan Fang's throat, it seems that he wants to kill him with one blow, unfortunately, he underestimated Xuan Fang's strength.

Xuan Yang was not angry at such a rude and rude action, but the ice bone fan in his hand turned slightly, and after a flash of white light, the ice bone fan in his hand was replaced by an ice blue sword. The blade was still exuding a freezing cold air, which made Shang Duan who approached it feel very uncomfortable, "It seems that Patriarch Shang is ready to be wiped out, so I will not be polite."

After finishing speaking, the sword in his hand met the tip of Shang Duan's stabbing sword. It was only a brief contact that let Shang Duan know that he was no match for the person in front of him. Turning, thinking about how to retreat completely, he moved a step to the left, and Xuan Yun's sword followed closely, leaving no room for Shang Duan to breathe.

What a joke, if his sudden attack hadn't frightened the little white rabbit, causing the little white rabbit to suddenly raise a heart of resistance and punch him, so that he had no time to react, and was beaten in full view, this face The insides are all left here, how can he make the culprit feel better, since it is not the little white rabbit's fault, nor his fault, then it is Shang Duan's fault, today he did not peel off a layer of skin on Shang Duan, he Shang Duan never thought about going out from the gate of Luo's house safe and sound.

The sword moves in his hands changed faster and faster, the sword moves were fantastic, varied but full of murderous aura, which exaggerated the surrounding atmosphere and made those people change their minds about Luo Qingchen and him a little.

Luo Yixiang stared at Xuan Yun with hatred, the anger in her eyes was undisguised, maybe she is a woman now that Luo Qingchen is not here, she would not see her hating her so much, that's why she did this Unscrupulous, his eyeballs rolled a little, and a scheme came to his mind in an instant, and he sneaked a glance over there who seemed to have a good relationship with Xuan Yun, and seeing that his attention was not on them, he also turned to the people around him Seeing that their eyes were all fixed on the one-sided massacre battle of Monk Xuanjuan, they tightened the sharp dagger hidden in the hem of the overcoat. This was a birthday gift from her grandfather on her birthday. Ni, if that person was stabbed, it would be very easy for Shang Duan to win.

She secretly moved back a few steps, looked at the people around her slightly, and saw that no one noticed her movements, she became more courageous, and successfully moved to a place not far from Feng Yin and the others with the help of densely packed figures. He bit his lower lip, and put his other hand into the tender palm until a few blood-red crescent moon marks appeared, and at the same time, Luo Yixiang made up his mind that success or failure depends on one action, and Luo Yixiang cannot be killed. Light dust, which can also hurt his people is also a good choice.

So when Xuan Yang's sword pierced Shang Duan's cheek, there was a sharp sound of wind coming from behind him, and it came straight to his vest. After Xuan Yang sneered, he pretended not to notice it. Letting the sound of breaking wind approach his vest, seeing this scene, Ji Nian almost subconsciously yelled: "Be careful behind you." Xi Zi and Feng Yin glanced indifferently and then said nothing else. It made Xuan Yun feel a little bit disappointed, but fortunately, the little white rabbit was good enough to remind him.

His eyes turned gloomy and cold, and when the figure approached, he quickly recovered and grabbed the wrist that was stabbing towards him with the dagger, squeezed it hard, and the hand trembled. The dagger fell with a crisp but chilling sound.

"Let go...let go...it hurts..." Luo Yixiang was sweating profusely, and wanted to use the other hand to break away Xuan Jian's hand that was pinching her wrist, but the moment she raised her eyes, the fear that enveloped her whole body It made her scalp numb, and she didn't dare to move any more. She opened her mouth wide and panted heavily. The cold sweat from the severe pain on her forehead almost wet the broken hair on her forehead. She looked like she had just been fished out of the water. I was as soaked as I was, and I missed the needless struggle of a fish out of the water.

No one expected that Qingjing would take a sudden turn for the worse and turn into the current scene.

Enveloped by the purple-black light ball, Luo Qingchen's clean and beautiful face didn't show any panic or fear when facing death, but was as indifferent as Jasmine after the rain, fresh and natural but with a radiance from the bottom of her heart. The coldness emanating from his face made Shilang shake his body, and when he met those dark obsidian-like eyes, Shilang felt that the depths of his soul trembled violently, that kind of indescribable The feeling made Wolf Killer want to run away for the first time, but how could Luo Qingchen give it this chance.

Raising her hand gently, the tears wrapped around her arm seemed to have sensed Luo Qingchen's deepest thoughts, and they rushed out like lightning, and before Shi Lang turned around and wanted to escape, they had already flown extremely quickly. The speed bound Shi Lang's whole body, making it unable to move, while Luo Qingchen held up the Qingxuan Sword in his hand, the golden light emanating from the blade almost covered the blue light of the Qingxuan Sword itself, The purple-black ball of light was torn apart, and the golden light leaked out from inside, making Luo Yun and other people who were in fear breathe a little sigh of relief.

"Aw~" Killing Wolf roared to the sky with a ferocious and distorted face, twisting his huge body to break free from the shackles of the tears, but he managed to break free. The tears shrank tighter, and some serious places even entangled in the tears. The body of the murdering wolf, the blood splashed as the flesh and blood rolled, but the tears seemed to get more and more happy as they played more and more, shrinking even tighter, Luo Qingchen waved the Qingxuan sword in his hand and slashed down from the middle, the murdering wolf Before the wolf had time to resist, it disappeared under Luo Qingchen's Qingxuan sword, and went directly to hell without even screaming.

Shaking off the blood stained on his hands, the blood-red light flashed in his black eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised, bloodthirsty and seductive.

(End of this chapter)