Several people stood on the pleasure boat, each of them holding an umbrella. After Bai Yuanhe finished speaking, they spoke one by one: "Yu Qing, I'll take your life!"

The scene was very strange, but Zhenren Jingxu noticed that one of them had no mouth, which was a very cold man. Standing in the corner of the ship's side, he hugged each other with his hands, and the cold expression on his face even gave people the feeling of being frozen in the scorching sun. Just by looking at the naked eye, you can see that the cold air around his body was so cold that he could not get close to him.

Elder Jin saw this lineup and sneered: "Bai Yuanhe, you still like to pretend to be a ghost. Among us, don't you know that what she hates the most is you. How could she like you, a guy like you who can't please others and irritate others?"

"Okay... I hope you can still be so sharp-tongued until you die!" After the leader said the umbrellas on the pleasure boat suddenly rose into the air, spinning strangely, and inexplicably shot out.

Seeing the sudden rise of changes, the curious mortals let out terrifying screams and fled in all directions. The pleasure boats in the water were not as lucky. Anyone who was hit by the energy would quickly rot into ashes, and even the people above could not escape.

The space within a radius of hundreds of feet was shrouded by energy. Bai Yuanhe, who had just met, didn't care about the life or death of a mortal.

Zhenren Jingxu was slightly angry: "Don't hurt the innocent!"

He saw him take out a snow-white whisk and throw it into the void. The whisk rolled around in the air for several times. The snow silk suddenly grew and wrapped the umbrella like flexible snakes.

The whisk is the magic weapon of the true man Jingxu, called the dust and the meaning is very profound.

These umbrellas are also a magic weapon, which can be combined and divided, called Bailuo umbrellas, and have many forms.

"careful!"

Elder Jin had no time to stop Jingxu Zhenren, and the two words were just out, and the man who was as cold as ice moved. A few ice skates suddenly appeared under the scorching sun. He just moved his eyes, and the snow silk wrapped around the umbrella fell down one after another.

"Flying Snow Silver Dragon..."

The expression of Zhenren Jingxu remained unchanged. He held the Taoist seal in his right hand and pointed the sword in his left hand. However, he saw the broken snow silk suddenly come alive, filling and expanding independently, and actually turned into silver dragons. He circled in a circle in the air, biting the umbrella in a blink of an eye, and tore it into pieces in a few seconds.

Bai Yuanhe's face suddenly looked ugly: "Dirty silk! Yuqing Sect is indeed a lackey of Jianzhai!"

The true man Jingxu said nothing, and the magic seal suddenly changed, the silver dragon disappeared, and the snow silk on the whisk grew again, but this time it expanded outward. The fine and dense snow silks intertwined into a dense net, and in a flash, it enveloped the land of hundreds of feet in a radius.

"Ha ha!"

Elder Ji laughed: "Zhang Gusong, Bai Yuanhe, you guys go together!"

At some point in his hand, he held a rusty iron sword, and when the laughter started, he had already slashed into the void. A dazzling sword light illuminated the space covered by snow silk. A layer of ice covering the snow silk suddenly shattered. The sword light continued to stop and turned downward. The target was a cold-faced man.

The cold-faced man is Zhang Gusong, the elder of the Lingyu Demon Sect and Mo Yuguan's personal disciple. He practiced the "Yin Demon Strategy" that Mo Yuguan himself understood and compiled. He cultivated the cold poison, and no woman dared to approach him, so that his mind became more and more cold.

Cold poison can filth magic tools, and it is difficult to resist dust-cleaning silk.

At that time, the sword light suddenly turned, and Zhang Gusong raised his hand, and the ice flower thorns rushed up with the terrifying cold poison aura. When the two collided, the ice flower thorns were shattered by the sword light, but they only advanced halfway and then dissipated. After all, they were just a sword light.

At the same time, several Bai Yuanhe rushed towards Elder Ji, and for a moment, the ghosts cried and howled, and the gust of the wind blew up, and countless monsters with claws were swept up to Elder Ji.

Zhenren Jingxu was about to take action, but was stopped by Elder Ji: "You can just focus on the cage, and today you will not let these two people escape their lives!"

When two states compete for hegemony, the winner will be the king. Even if they have friendship in the past, they will not be lenient, and the relationship is not very good.

"Arrogant! Come to die with me!"

However, with such a delayed effort, Bai Yuanhe's gathering had already been completed. When he reached the leap, all Bai Yuanhe would form one person, and those monsters turned into catastrophe demons. The nature of the demonic energy changed drastically. Anyone who was related to the word "catastrophe" was poisonous to the monks.

For the formless demon, if there is no form, if there is no form, if there is a combination, the heavenly demon. Only the calamity demon at the level of the external calamity can be called a demon. The cultivator above the real person focuses on gathering momentum, and the vitality of heaven and earth is all within a thought, so you will be born as soon as you want, and you will die as soon as you die!

Elder Jin's body was like a small boat in the storm, chasing with the wind and waves, with the rusty iron sword standing in front of him, his sloppy face revealed a hint of solemnity for the first time. What remains unchanged is that as a sword cultivator, and at this moment, this arrogance seems to be transmitted into the sword body.

An invisible tornado brushed across the sword body, and the rust was gone, as if it had faded away the dew, and emitted a sword light that was several times brighter than just now. Elder Jin took a step forward light in an understatement, and his figure seemed to shrink into an inch. In the blink of an eye, he passed through Bai Yuanhe and landed on the pleasure boat.

"vomit--"

The demon of robbery drifted away like snowflakes. Bai Yuanhe fell to Elder Jin's original position and staggered a few steps, vomiting blood, and then stayed at the resident: "Sword Cultivator, do not control the great power of heaven and earth, only rely on the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand... only rely on the three-foot Qingfeng... three-foot... I am still not... your opponent..."

Before he finished speaking, his body fell to the ground with a bang, and dazzling blood flowed out. In the spiritual consciousness of Zhenren Jingxu, his true form had already broken into fragments with the Dharma body and could no longer survive. He couldn't help but recite the mantra of rebirth. After all, this person is a master of tribulation!

But Elder Ji was definitely not feeling well. Zhenren Jingxu was very worried. In his spiritual consciousness, he also saw the demons at the level of the external catastrophe left in Elder Ji's divine palace. The demonic energy began to overflow, damage his true form. If he did not practice and expel him again, he would definitely lead to the great catastrophe.

But he obviously had no such plan. He just stood on the pleasure boat and looked quietly at the curtain outside the private room.

When Bai Yuanhe died, Zhang Gusong frowned slightly, and then he regained his indifference. He took out an ice crystal flower and pushed it towards Elder Jin without warning.

"This is the essence of my lifelong cultivation. If you can take it, you will die without regrets!"

A sound like an ice sword and snow sword came from his mouth.

Zhenren Jingxu was shocked: "Fellow Taoist must not use the method of provoking generals!"

Elder Ji had no expression on his face and made a gesture of unity of his personal sword, like a stinger that was trained to pass by.

"boom!"

A sudden thunder broke out in the clear sky outside the snow silk, and the face of Zhenxu Jingxu changed drastically: "I will die in the way..."

He lamented: "Fellow Taoist why should I..."

When he came, Zhenren Jingxu had never expected that this would be the case. He had already gained a great advantage. Why did he still do that? The pride of the sword cultivator?

Elder Jin's sword pierced the ice crystal flower, and then the demonic energy surged wildly on his body, and the demon of the Tribulation made a strange laugh, looking very bad.

But Zhang Gusong's hand fell down dejectedly: "I know why we always lose to you because we are not cruel enough... being cruel to others, and being even more cruel to ourselves..."

His eyes suddenly became silenced. Although he was standing, it turned into an empty shell, and the true shape inside had been shattered as the ice crystal flowers were pierced.

Zhenren Jingxu knew that Elder Ji had three moves, which seemed to be light, but in fact it was extremely dangerous. Every time he fought with his life, it seemed like he didn't want to live anymore. Although there was no earth-shaking movement, this was the battle between great monks. There was no temptation, and there was no temptation. It was a matter of winning or losing, winning or losing, life and death in a slight way.

A monk's way of extinction is to destroy the Taoist foundation. If the Taoist foundation does not exist, the true form will gradually become unable to maintain it. The outside world sneaks into his divine palace, causing most of his cultivation to lose. The attack is the Taoist foundation. He destroys the Taoist foundation in order to temporarily get rid of the demon of robbery in exchange for the power of a sword, so Zhang Gusong said that he is cruel to others and even more cruel to himself.

Zhenren Jingxu also looked at the curtain of the pleasure boat. He knew that there was another person inside. If the person inside had any abnormal movement, he had to take action and could not let Elder Ji die here.

But after a long time, there was still no movement. Just when he couldn't help but want to take action, a resentful voice finally came from Colbrilli.

"Others say that I am a scorpion-hearted person, why can't I bear to kill you... Even if you chose to leave me back then, even if you killed my two senior brothers, I can't do it..."

Only then did Zhenren Jingxu realize that Elder Ji still stood still and wanted to die in her hands. It turned out that he had a determination to die when he came and had no intention of going back alive.

He thought for a while, and suddenly raised his hand to exhale a clear light, which dripped from Elder Ji's head like sweet rain.

The demonic energy was slightly restrained, Elder Ji's eyebrows moved, and he suddenly grinned: "Master, thank you..."

"Look, I don't mean to stand and let you kill..." He shrugged at Yanbu and said in a relaxed tone, "I never feel that I owe you anything, so I naturally don't mean to pay you back. Fan Yuxiu, you should wake up, I am a demon sword cultivator, not a demon cultivator, you should have given up long ago..."

"Yu Qing, you bastard, big bastard, why! Why can't we be together?" A sharp and vicious hysterical roar suddenly came from the Colon Brie, "Just because we are hostile? You know I am a poisonous woman, I can give up everything for you, cultivation, master, friendship, everything..."

"No..." Elder Ji didn't turn his face, "You are not...I believe you will, but you will be more painful than now..."

Liangburi fell into a long silence, and then her calm voice came out: "You still love me, it's enough to know this. I want you, I want you to remember me forever..."

Elder Ji was stunned at first, then seemed to have discovered something, turned his head suddenly, and suddenly let out a mournful cry: "No..."

He raised his foot and rushed over, lifted the curtain, and found that her face was no longer as beautiful as before. Her head was covered with snow and wrinkles. What made Elder Chi's eyes even more bloodshot was that she was sitting in a wheelchair.

Luoluo's generous smile is just like the first time he met, and the blood on the corners of his lips is more dangerous and thrilling than before.

She said: "I want you to remember what I am now, it shouldn't have been like this..."

Elder Ji finally knew that she had cut off her own way earlier than him. Perhaps it was because he decided to return to Jianzhai and bid farewell to him on the day he said goodbye. At this moment, he burst into tears and cried like a child.

If life is just like the first meeting.

PS: If life is just like the first meeting, I hope everyone will not experience this sentence~~
Chapter completed!