"Oh? I think who I am? It turns out that I am a descendant of the Xiao family. It seems that you really want to cut off the incense from the Xiao family, so you came here to die!"

The voice of spring flowers came quietly, reflected in the night wind, and a cold air was radiating.

Hong Qiushui's expression was extremely complicated at this time. The poison on his body had not been lifted yet. Once the demonic path was wiped out by the Hong family in one fell swoop, then what awaited him would be death.

His eyes were brightly looking at Chunhua standing on the roof, and asked, "Anti-drug... Give me my antidote!"

"The traitor is not worthy of the antidote!"

As Chunhua spoke, she took out a small porcelain bottle from her arms and shook it under the bright moonlight, as if she was deliberately showing it to Hong Qiushui.

Hong Qiushui stared at the porcelain bottle in Chunhua's hand with a good look. She walked forward like a dementia, holding her hands in her hands, and said in panic: "Hurry! Give me the antidote!"

"Haha, you should die with them if you are a waste!" Chunhua let out a contemptuous sneer. Before she finished speaking, she threw the porcelain bottle into the air. A pulse of spiritual power ejected from her fingertips, and it was right on the porcelain bottle. In an instant, the porcelain bottle exploded, and the antidote inside was even more difficult to retain.

"you……"

When Hong Qiushui saw the scene in front of her, her eyes were filled with panic, "You must have more antidotes... there must be!"

Chunhua spread her hands and said jokingly: "There is only this antidote, but you don't need an antidote!"

Before the words fell, Chunhua's eyes suddenly opened, and two cold lights like sharp blades suddenly burst out from her eyes, and a surge of energy suddenly rose around her.

Whoosh swish swish swish-

Several flying cyclones cut through the night sky at an extremely fast speed and flew straight towards Hong Qiushui.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Hongyu stepped forward and pulled Hong Qiushui away with one hand.

Bang bang bang-

Several cyclones hit the ground, and several sounds exploded, leaving a mottled ground.

"Head of the Hong family, it seems that you still care about your family affection! I'm afraid you don't know what your uncle did on his back? Haha, then I'll tell you one by one!"

When Chunhua faced Hongyu and Xiao Yang, there was no panic in her expression, as if she was deliberately delaying time.

When Xiao Yang noticed this, he immediately frowned, "No need to talk nonsense, tell me where is your demon master!"

"Young Master Xiao, don't worry, you will see you sooner or later!" Chunhua said with a faint smile.

Xiao Yang's eyes lit up, mobilized the spiritual power in his body, and a cyclone swirled in his palm.

Chunhua noticed the powerful spiritual power fluctuations on Xiao Yang's body, but she didn't know that Xiao Yang's cultivation had already greatly improved. She thought it was just the effect of the source of spiritual power, and said contemptuously: "Young Master Xiao, I advise you to save your energy, you are not my opponent!"

"Then try it!"

Xiao Yang said coldly, and the cyclone in his hand flew out in an instant.

Chunhua stood still, but when the cyclone flew closer, her face suddenly became flustered, "This...this is..."

The spiritual power wrapped in this cyclone has long exceeded her understanding of Xiao Yang's spiritual power cultivation.
Chapter completed!