Immortal Loves Cat Also

The man in white was interested. "He doesn't know your identity. Does he really keep you as an ordinary cat?"

"It's none of your business." Qingwu was too lazy to say more to him and sneered: "since you want to eat me, let me see your skills."

When the voice fell, her spiritual power condensed into a long sword, her wrist swung, and the tip of the sword pointed to the man in white.

The man in white slightly raised his eyebrows, didn't take her to heart, smiled gently, turned his wrist, and the paper fan took the lead in throwing out a spiritual force to attack Qingwu.

Qingwu neither hid nor avoided. He greeted the man with a long sword in his hand. A sword pierced the man in white. The tip of the sword pointed directly at the center of his eyebrow. If he didn't do it, he would kill him.

The man in white can see her body and even break her boundary, but it doesn't mean he can win Qingwu.

Qingwu's appearance is so deceptive that no one knows except the people in immortal valley. Since she began to practice, the master taught her the way of killing.

After a few moves, the look of the man in white became dignified. He no longer dared to despise Qingwu. After taking a step back, he looked at her and said with a deep smile: "Lingmao family, you are probably the first to practice the killing way."

"If you don't cultivate the killing way, are you waiting to become a pill to improve your cultivation?" Qingwu sneered, and the sword in his hand was faster and faster, while the man in white turned aside and his sleeve was directly cut open by her sword, exuding blood.

The man in white changed his face and had a retreat in his eyes. He knew that if he continued to fight, he would lose. His eyes flashed slightly and suddenly looked at the inn. The next moment, he blocked Qingwu's sword with his hand and rushed to the inn.

"Die!" Qingwu's eyes were cold, and there was endless killing intention in her eyes. All the long swords in her hands dissipated and turned into threatening spiritual power. She grabbed the man's back heart with five fingers into claws.

Poof!

The man in white looked down at the big hole in his chest, slowly turned back and looked behind him. His pupils narrowed fiercely, as if he saw something incomprehensible. At the moment when inner alchemy was broken, the man in white still had some shock and doubt on his face.

But he never had a chance to prove what he saw.

The noumenon was clearly a civet woman. At the moment of crushing his inner alchemy, the Faxiang appeared in the void behind him, but there was a diagonal on his head. The Faxiang was too vague and fleeting. The man couldn't even see what it was, but he knew that it wasn't a civet.

Civet obviously has no horns.

Qingwu withdrew her hand and coldly watched the body of the man in white fall on the ground. Finally, she turned into a white fox. The fox who has been practicing for thousands of years, fur and inner Dan are things that others want, but she crushed inner Dan and burned the body in the lake with a fire.

Qingwu didn't stand there for long. After restoring this place to its original appearance, he flashed into the inn.

Wen Yue lay on the ground with her eyebrows slightly twisted. It seemed that she was still remembering the safety of the kitten when she fell asleep. Qingwu stood beside him for a while, looking a little stunned. Occasionally, a trace of doubt flashed. She stretched out her hand to cover her heart and tilted her head.

The fox had planned to break in and threaten her with Wen Yue. At the moment she knew the fox's mind, she suddenly had a great anger in her heart. In fact, it was also something that Qingwu expected to kill the fox in one blow.

She only remembered that moment. In addition to her anger, she also had a very strange feeling in her heart. She didn't know what it was. She only knew that the fox couldn't meet Wen Yue.