As a yellow-haired villain, I really don't want to be chased by the heroine

Of course, after Zuo Tian lost his eyes, his sword intent rose again in the miserable Jedi, breaking through in one fell swoop is another matter.

"No family, no faction..."

The little monk repeated a sentence and said, "The little monk's Dharma name is 'No Life'."

"Inanimate,"

Luo Qingchuan looked at the red pool water, "How many people did you kill?"

He planned to procrastinate for a while, and wait for Chen Yanyu and Jiang Ye to arrive, and then deal with the first genius of the Demon Sect, the 'Little Monk Wusheng' on the 9th floor of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"Today there are 14 people." The little monk replied, he has delicate features, and his pupils contain a cold evil spirit, like cold ashes.

"Are monks not compassionate?"

"The world is suffering, and the little monk will take them to bliss."

"Their families may not want to."

"When slaughtering pigs and sheep, I don't think about whether their family members will be sad, but when I will kill their family members. Therefore, if there is a chance, I can save their families to go to the Bliss Festival together."

The corner of Luo Qingchuan's mouth twitched, and he said with a sneer: "Little master compares himself to a butcher?"

Wusheng said indifferently: "The benefactor has no family or sect. Could it be that he has a compassionate heart to come here to break the formation? You are so devilish, do you compare yourself to the Buddha?"

Luo Qingchuan smiled lightly and said, "I do these things only for myself."

"for myself?"

"I want to make myself a good person, so I always think about how to do everything I encounter."

"The benefactor wants to understand?"

"Ah."

"How to do it?" As soon as the words were finished, the little monk Wusheng appeared in front of Luo Qingchuan, staring straight at him.

Luo Qingchuan spoke softly: "We must send little master to Paradise first."

"Good." Wu Sheng raised his butcher knife.

Cut out the red paper.

The two had already started fighting, and changed positions three times in an instant on the water.

The messy and sharp knife air splashed all around, splitting the ground, slides, and flying into the depths of the gray mist.

They slashed deadly attacks at each other, but their footsteps on the calm water refused to startle a single ripple.

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0122 Who is Su Yingxue?

Demon Monk Wusheng, 15 years old, the ninth floor of the Foundation Establishment Realm, the strongest of the younger generation of the 'Shanhai League'.

Luo Qingchuan fell into a life-threatening battle.

Wusheng is much stronger than Zhang Jin who swallowed the magic pill, but fortunately, Luo Qingchuan is no longer the previous 4th floor of foundation building.

The water park was destroyed in a mess, and there were tragic knife marks everywhere.

The two stood on both sides of the water, resting for a while, fine beads of sweat appeared on their faces.

Spying on each other, they are like two wounded beasts in the jungle watching each other's flaws.

Wushengbao looks solemn, but his left hand is no longer held in front of his chest. There is a red mark on the palm of his hand, which is the wound caused by blocking the 'red paper' under the 'Zhaixing'.

"The 7th floor of the Foundation Establishment Realm..." Wu Sheng sighed pitifully, "If the benefactor and the monk are in the same realm, the outcome is really unknown."

Luo Qingchuan's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, as if being hit by a hammer.

Although he didn't suffer any injuries, his tiger's mouth was numb with severe pain. He smiled and said, "Is the outcome known now?"

Luo Qingchuan faced Wusheng who was showing pity, took out the green ghost mask and put it on his face.

Seeing the ferocious ghost, the little gray-robed monk seemed to be taken aback, then laughed lightly and said:

"The sword technique is evil, and the devil is rolling. The benefactor really has a predestined relationship with me in the 'Shanhai League'. The monk is willing to be the benefactor's recommender."

"Unfortunately, I have a master."

Luo Qingchuan gave up the 'flying mirror' and slashed out.

'It's snowing'.

Yahong's blade radiates a pitch-black luster, like the smoke of disasters burning life in purgatory. The black air rushes into the air, turning into flakes of goose feathers and flying snow,

The black snow drifts profusely, drawing a doomsday-like scene,

The temperature of the water park plummeted, and it was as cold as winter. The water in the red pool froze and solidified into magnificent pink ice.

The murderous air swept through every inch of space, making the skin painful, and being blown by the wind was like being tortured by Ling Chi, and the sky was full of snow and feather blades swarmed towards Wusheng.

Wu Sheng's eyes trembled slightly, and he murmured: "This knife cuts off all life in the world, and wants to make everything wither?"

He smiled.

Good knife skills.

"After the death of the benefactor, the little monk will search your soul and memory for you, so that the unique knowledge will not be lost."

Wusheng silently recited a Buddha's name.

After the test, it is time to play all the cards and kill the opponent with all your strength.

After the Buddha's name is completed, the vision emerges.

In the boundless gray fog behind Wusheng, a vague golden sun rose slowly.

The universal light of Buddha penetrates the mist, like countless streams of water, the vast soup spills down, melting the evil and strange snowflakes,

Luo Qingchuan felt as if her body was being burned by fire, her hands not covered by the green clothes were tightly gripping the blazing white knife handle, and burn scars appeared on her five fingers.

Then the fire burned from Luo Qingchuan's body, the black fire,

The ferocious evil dragon, tens of meters long, suddenly jumped out of the ice, like a large ink-stained pen on white paper swiping wantonly, elegant and rough.

The little monk Wusheng had a dragon in his eyes, and he raised his butcher knife to confront it.

"boom--"

The bloody ice splashed into the sky, the snow drifted backwards, the black flames were extinguished, and the sun receded.

The evil dragon lost its balance, crashed into a section of the water slide, rolled and dissipated,

Panting for breath, Luo Qingchuan stood up from the messy ruins, walked out step by step, and stepped onto the ice.

The water in the pool completely melted into ice, thick as a small iceberg embedded in it.

... That knife is really too cold, if you want to make everything wither, life will be wiped out.

Wusheng lay down on the ground, his face faded little by little, his eyes were as dark as a corpse.

A big hole appeared in the center of the monk's robe, revealing the gray-white skin and turning up the blackened flesh.

The inanimate seems to be dead.

7 layers of foundation building, 9 layers of foundation building beheaded.

Holding the red paper, Luo Qingchuan walked towards Wusheng step by step, with deep eyes.

It's not over yet.

When the two were more than ten steps apart,

The corpse's five fingers moved,

Wusheng gripped the butcher knife again.

His stiff and dilated pupils suddenly tightened, turned around and fixed between the whites of his eyes.

The flesh and blood began to heal, and the blood vessels, bones, and flesh grew rapidly and filled the wound.

The little monk Wusheng stood up, picked up the butcher knife, looked at Luo Qingchuan and said:

"Another round?"

Luo Qingchuan became curious, and asked with a smile: "How many times can you 'live'?"

Wusheng calmly replied: "Twice."

In other words, three times in total...

Luo Qingchuan said as if talking to herself: "It shouldn't be difficult."

There is still half of the aura left, so we can no longer rely on the green ghost in the next battle, we must keep the aura and fight for a long time.

Luo Qingchuan checked herself, her right hand was so painful that she could hardly hold the knife.

'Snow in the sky' and 'Evil dragon haunted' are moves with unparalleled destructive power, and the number of times they can be used is not many... When it is changed to the 4th floor of the foundation, the aura may be on the verge of exhaustion.

but……

"Should it be coming?" Luo Qingchuan murmured, "Xiao Yanyu, Miss Jiang, come and support me."

Wusheng frowned: "Who?"

There was thunder in the sky.

"boom!"

The majestic pillar of brilliant silver thunder fell from the sky, hitting Wusheng in the blink of an eye, and the ice shards flew, the little monk's gray robe bulged, and the bright and pure Buddha's light emanated from all over his body.

He resisted the thunder with his body, with a surprised expression on his face, he looked up to the sky and said, "What kind of thunder is this?"

A moment later, the Buddha's light unexpectedly appeared a real crack, and Wu Sheng was forced to retreat,

Just when Wusheng avoided the thunder pillar, a phantom flashed behind him, Jiang Ye's hair danced lightly, and two blades were spun out from his thin white wrist,

In an instant, the world that was already wrapped in gray mist became darker and darker, and the pale and bright knife light shone around, and the light flooded everything, even the Thunder Pillar of Hanging Sky was eclipsed.

'white night'!

Luo Qingchuan could see clearly that Jiang Ye cut out 'Bai Ye' with two knives at the same time.

The blades are staggered, bleeding across the neck,

The head of the little monk Wusheng flew out, his eyes were still full of confusion.

So fast... What kind of knife technique is this?

Shouldn't the righteous way kill each other in this false secret realm, fighting for the nonexistent secret treasure?

Why are there three Tianjiao gathered together so quickly?

Boom, boom... Wusheng's head rolled a few times on the ice, and stared straight at Luo Qingchuan again.

Wusheng saw an unimaginably beautiful silver-haired girl floating down, with peerless youth on her beautiful cheeks, like a goddess who descended from the clouds to the mortal world, Wusheng couldn't help but be hooked to look twice, and saw the girl running to Luo Qingchuan's side, throwing herself into her arms intimately, even rubbing back and forth like a cute little animal.

"Are you injured! Why did you come here alone? Why didn't you wait for me and Sister Xiaoye!" Chen Yanyu checked Luo Qingchuan's body.

"Because I know you will be there soon." Luo Qingchuan responded with a smile.

Chen Yanyu pouted her red lips, her golden eyes were full of water, and she squeezed his hand: "It's so hot, I got burned, does it hurt?"

"It's good to cultivate yourself." Luo Qingchuan said softly to Chen Yanyu, "Don't worry."

"How can you not worry..."

Wusheng was a little dazed.

Good relationship... couple?

Who is the one who killed me?

The sword of the steel knife pointed obliquely at the ice, Jiang Ye stared at the teenagers and girls who were lying together, surprised by Chen Yanyu's frivolous and bold behavior, her pupils were dim, and she walked silently.

The tall and slender figure of the girl caught Wu Sheng's eyes, and he remembered the information he had read recently...

The eldest lady of the Jiang family, Jiang Ye, has made rapid progress in recent days. She has been stuck in the bottleneck period of Qi training and breaking through the foundation establishment for more than a year. After the foundation establishment, she broke through continuously. No one knows where her limit is.

Who are they?Except for the young lady of the Jiang family, Wu Sheng had never seen the other two on the Zhengdao list.

"Sister Xiaoye!"

Chen Yanyu looked at the short-haired girl approaching with a smile like a flower: "It's amazing! Our cooperation is perfect, hehe."

Jiang Ye was startled by the innocent smile of the silver-haired girl, and she wanted to respond with a smile, but the corners of her lips moved slightly, and she still couldn't make an expression. Jiang Ye felt sad, and said in a soft voice, "Well, Miss Chen is too strong and forced him into a corner."