Squinting his eyes, Xuanyuan Moxie ignored the two hateful looks and asked sarcastically.

"Love, that's because she is confused, because you will only hurt him, tear her heart to pieces, and then take her life with your own hands!"

The furious voice echoed through the sky. For thousands of years, Hua Wuxin has walked on the Naihe Bridge countless times and drank Meng Po Soup countless times.

However, he could never forget that scene, nor could he forget it.

When the woman he loved the most slowly lay down covered in blood, the coldness on her body and the despair in her eyes were deeply engraved in his heart.

When he heard Hua Wuxin's criticism, the black air around Xuanyuan Moxie became thicker and thicker, and the cold breath almost froze the air.

"Hua Wuxin, if it weren't for you, the ending wouldn't be like this, absolutely not!"

With a roar, Xuanyuan Moxie's whole body suddenly erupted with murderous aura, and in a flash, he stopped in front of Hua Wuxin.

Without a moment's hesitation, Xuanyuan Moxie grabbed Hua Wuxin's neck with his big, sharp-jointed hands, tightly grabbing the other person's breath.

"Haha~ Even if you hurt me, it is an unchangeable fact. You killed her and hurt the woman you cherish most in your life!"

After being choked for breath, Hua Wuxin still had the same calm expression on her face, and her gentle laughter slowly echoed.

Step by step back, the white corners of his clothes were flying, forming a sharp contrast with the gloomy black aura on his body.

His body jumped up and he kicked his feet.

Hua Wuxin's moves were fierce and Xuanyuan Moxie had to dodge. The person in his palm suddenly dodged and easily escaped his control.

One black and one white, a fight broke out in an instant.

This hatred is not only for the magical painting that belongs to my beloved, but also for the grudges that have not been understood for thousands of years.

There is no sword, but this war is destined to be bloody.

Her black hair was flying, her clothes were fluttering, and they were rustling in the strong wind.

The technique is lightning, murderous, and every move leaves no grass behind.

Their figures were as erratic as ghosts, and they were so fast that it was impossible to distinguish their appearance. They could only distinguish each other's identities by the color of their robes.

Xuanyuan Moxie struck with the wind from his palm, and the surrounding trees fell down with a crash. Hua Wuxin was seen taking several steps back, but she was not hurt at all.

At the same time, the moment the corner of the white clothes flew up, he waved his long sleeves, and a white zhenqi flew into the air, hitting Xuanyuan Moye.

Xuanyuan Moye didn't dodge when he saw this, he curled his lips slightly, clasped his palms together, and suddenly a black cyclone grew bigger and bigger like a snowball.

With a "bang~" sound, the black cyclone hit the white wind blade, erupting with a huge force of deterrence.

The blow came so suddenly that Hua Wuxin, who was about to charge forward, couldn't dodge in time, and was hit in the chest by the cyclone.

"Hiss~", blood surged from his chest, and Hua Wuxin immediately sealed the acupuncture door with her sword pointed vertically.

At the same time, a cucurbit silk was taken out from the sleeve robe. It was green in color and completely transparent. It was very similar to the one given to Ling Mulao. It looked like a pair.

The wrist turns slightly, the fingertips fly, and a string of notes jumps excitedly.

In an instant, the tune turned into countless hidden weapons, densely packed like mosquitoes and flies, heading towards Xuanyuan Moxie's thunderbolt.

Frowning his brows, Xuanyuan Moye's face turned pale as he looked at the swarm of hidden weapons, but it only happened in a moment, and he immediately flicked his long sleeves.

As the sleeves were waved, the black energy in front of him condensed into a shield, and the hidden weapon bounced out as soon as it approached.

One hand waved the sleeves, and the other hand turned into a palm.
Chapter completed!