His body left like a flowing light.

In the air, his handsome face was bitter.

After all, I violated the sect's orders and could not make any moves, so I could not deal with Zhou Aoshuang.

Zhou Aoshuang looked at his left back and shook her head.

Chen Zhengting really has nothing to say about him. He is infatuated and willing to take risks, which is very touching.

Unfortunately, I can't like him.

What is it?

I can't say it myself.

"Haha..." Suddenly a chuckle sounded.

Amid the laughter, a young man in blue robe appeared opposite Zhou Aoshuang, with a handsome face as beautiful as a crown.

As soon as he appeared, Zhou Aoshuang frowned, tightened her whole body, and felt a great threat, as if a sheep saw a tiger.

She was not convinced, but she was also unwilling to accept it.

I just dealt with the old monsters of the Cave Immortal Sect. Even though I am not the best in the world, I am still the best in the world.

Why do you feel this young man in blue robe?

Is this guy far better than himself?

"Who are you?" she said coldly.

"Junior Brother Chen is really useless, alas..." The handsome young man shook his head and sighed: "After all, I can't do it."

"Kill me?" Zhou Aoshuang said coldly: "Are you a disciple of Baiyun Peak?...There are three heroes in the younger generation of Baiyun Peak, Chen Zhengting is one of them, you are the other, Song Zhengfan?"

"Bingxue is smart." The handsome young man smiled and said, "No wonder he was fascinated by Junior Brother Chen!"

"You Baiyun Peak know that he won't take action, so you sent you to kill me?" Zhou Aoshuang chuckled: "Everyone says that Baiyun Peak's authentic demeanor is indeed upright!"

The handsome young man Song Zhengfan ignored her sarcasm, looked at Chen Zhengting who was leaving, and sighed: "I hope Junior Brother Chen won't blame me!"

Zhou Aoshuang slowly used his skills.

"It's useless!" Song Zhengfan shook his head.

He suddenly turned around and stepped in front of Zhou Aoshuang. A stream of light flew out of his sleeves, as fast as thunder and lightning, and appeared in Zhou Aoshuang's heart in an instant.

Zhou Aoshuang wanted to hide but couldn't have time.

"Swish!" The stream of light shot through Zhou Aoshuang's chest without any obstacles.

Zhou Aoshuang forced a foot to move, avoiding the vital points of her heart, and letting the flying knife penetrate his lungs.

As soon as the lungs were shot through, the strength of the whole body quickly dissipated.

Zhou Aoshuang flew up with the flow and squirted out a blood arrow in the air.

A heat current surged out of the small cave sky, which quickly flowed in the body, dispelling the feeling of weakness and returning to strength.

She glared at Song Zhengfan angrily.

Song Zhengfan had already stepped into the air and slapped it out with a palm.

The cold light that was shooting into the distance suddenly turned around and shot back.

Zhou Aoshuang's body was filled with strange power. She glared coldly at Song Zhengfan, flicked her jade fingers and made her movements elegantly.

A golden finger force popped up.

"Ding..." With the clear sound, the golden fingers hit Han Guang.

A flying knife appeared in the air.

But it was a knife as thin as a cicada's wing, about the length of the little finger, trembling, and a bright light flowing from the blade.

This light is both beautiful and heart-wrenching.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..." A series of golden fingers hit the banana tree like rain, causing the knife like a cicada to tremble continuously and hang in the air without falling.

"Hmph!" Song Zhengfan's face was as if a layer of frost was covered with.

He was dependent on the flying knife's heart and breath. The pressure he suffered made him feel the same, and the endless finger force seemed to hit him.

The light of the blade suddenly shines, and it will dispel the force of your fingers.

But the golden fingers were extremely sharp. They ignored the expulsion of the light and steadily hit the blade, making it stop and unable to move.

"You dare!" Song Zhengfan shouted angrily.

He finally understood Zhou Aoshuang’s idea and wanted to destroy his Heavenly Soul Sword!

The Heavenly Soul Sword is sent by one's own spirit and by one's heavenly soul.

The Heavenly Soul Sword is like an arm and finger, as if its own body is as fast as lightning, with amazing power and almost indestructible.

But once it is destroyed, his heavenly soul will be damaged. Among the three souls and seven spirits, if the heavenly soul is damaged, he will become a fool.

He has always been very relieved and is not afraid that others can destroy his soul sword, which is indestructible!

But the golden fingers were so weird that he actually felt pain and threat. If this continues, the Tianhun Sword will be destroyed by her.

"Hmph, see if I dare!" Zhou Aoshuang was still flying, getting farther and farther away from the Tianhun Sword, but the distance could not delay the speed of his finger force.

The golden fingers ignored the distance and accurately hit the Tianhun Sword, which made the bright light of the Tianhun Sword gradually dim.

"Looking for death!" Song Zhengfan's white jade-like face turned red, as if he had a layer of rouge.

His eyes were covered with bloodshots, and the Heavenly Soul Sword floating in the air suddenly flashed and disappeared from the spot.

"Puff!" He squirted out a mouthful of blood and suddenly shouted: "Don't!"

Zhou Aoshuang was stagnant.

At this time, the Heavenly Soul Sword had already appeared on her chest.

Blood was dripping from Song Zhengfan's eyes, and blue veins seemed to be about to drill out of his skin.

His handsome face has become ferocious and terrifying, as if he wants to devour people.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..." Amid several clear sounds, several finger forces intertwined in front of Zhou Aoshuang's chest.

With these few finger forces blocked, Zhou Aoshuang's shaking blood also recovered, and his face gloomy and coldly glared at Song Zhengfan.

This time, I almost died again. If I hadn't had these fingers to help me, I would have been stabbed again.

In the ripples, Yuan Ziyan flashed beside her, stretched her jade hand lightly, took off the Tianhun Sword in the air, turned her head to look at Zhou Aoshuang: "Sister Zhou, you are still too young."

Zhou Aoshuang's face was blushing, and it was so hot that it was hot.

I have only a proud cultivation level but have not been able to show it.

The Tianhun Knife trembled and tried to escape Yuan Ziyan's jade hand, but unfortunately, no matter how hard it struggled, it could never escape Yuan Ziyan's palm.

She gently held the Heavenly Soul Sword and smiled at Song Zhengfan: "When you meet this guy, you will be killed as soon as you come up, like me!"

She poked out her other hand, clamped the Heavenly Soul Knife into it.

A golden light suddenly lit up between the palms.

The golden light started out well, but became brighter and brighter the later it went, and finally shining brightly, making people dazzling and unsightly.

"You dare-!" Song Zhengfan roared angrily.

"What's wrong with me?" Yuan Ziyan smirked, and the golden light of the jade palm became brighter.

"Ah——!" Song Zhengfan screamed.

He felt that there was a saw that was constantly sawing his head, and he wanted to cut himself open, which was extremely painful.

Yuan Ziyan smiled: "What's weird about this knife? It's interesting and interesting!"

There is a strong spiritual power on the knife, but no matter how strong the spiritual power is, how can it be compared with the master?

The spiritual power like a river flowed continuously into his palms through his mind, turning into the Tathagata's demon-subduing seal.

It seems to be very effective.

"Looking for death-!" Song Zhengfan's eyes and mouth were bleeding. He looked fierce and terrifying, and gritted his teeth and rushed towards Yuan Ziyan.

At this time, he seemed to have changed into another person with him who was handsome and calm before.

Yuan Ziyan dodged left and right, and Song Zhengfan chased and attacked behind him.

Yuan Ziyan suddenly stretched out her right palm.

"Bang!" The white jade-like palm hit Song Zhengfan's eyebrows.

This palm was abrupt and very fast. Song Zhengfan had been tortured to the point of being in a daze and could not react. He was hit hard by this palm.

His body stopped instantly, his eyes were filled with astonishment, and then quickly went out.

"Sister Yuan!" Zhou Aoshuang shouted in dismay.

Yuan Ziyan pulled her palm, turned her head and smiled at her, "What's wrong?"

"he?"

"Die."

"But..." Zhou Aoshuang hesitated.

"He wants to kill you, but he almost succeeded," Yuan Ziyan said with a smile: "I am here by the order of the master to help you take his life."

Zhou Aoshuang looked at Song Zhengfan's life-threatening and stopped in place like a statue, and felt inexplicably guilty.

This is the disciple of Baiyun Peak!
Chapter completed!