The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Chapter 51
The tip of Pei Xihe's knife was facing upwards, with a cold light shining on the blade.

meaning.

It turned out to be so mysterious, to control the knife with one's own will, and use the mind as the knife to look at everything.

This is a meaning that is rare even in the foundation building realm!
In an instant, her saber movement became like a stormy sea, like a vigorous sea dragon hiding under the waves.

The dense saber aura sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain, stretching endlessly, and towering bamboos were formed from the spring bamboo shoots in an instant.

Lin Zhao frowned.

Bitch, at such a juncture, he has completely comprehended the sword intent, and he has become a stepping stone?

He was furious in his heart, dare to challenge his majesty as a foundation cultivator even with a small Qi training?

Can't find death?

He is determined to capture her, repair her whole body, and then make her unable to live or die!

He waved a flag in his hand, and countless black mist emerged from it. Since he killed his female ghost, then he himself became his ghost.

The incomparably gloomy Yin Qi entangled their bodies like maggots.

Pei Xihe didn't move, and mobilized the few fire spirits in his body, and the supernatural power was playing a huge role at this moment.

Her will is all on the blade, her spiritual power is lacking, and her whole body is bathed in firelight. Chun Jianrong seems to be trembling slightly under the knife.

Crisp and incomparable sound.

It is getting denser and denser, and the knife is getting stronger and stronger.

Lin Zhao's left arm was slashed with a knife!

There was light in her eyes, yes, Foundation Establishment is not invincible.

Lin Zhao was in pain, and the flag in his hand instantly grew bigger. The flag rolled up and turned into a spear, stabbing fiercely at Pei Xihe.

Violence surged in his eyes, and at this moment he just wanted to kill this crazy woman.

Why not Pei Xihe?
She didn't dodge, but turned her body slightly, and the point of the gun went straight into her left shoulder.

Blood spilled out, and the original bright red was quickly dyed black and purple by the flag.

The mandala that Pei Xihe had swallowed before was slowly taking effect, and with a shock of spiritual power, the tip of the spear was shaken out.

The spirit of fire forced the blood out, and the spirit of ice sealed the wound.

The Chunjian Rong in his hand was made of cold iron. At this moment, the ice and gold spiritual power in his body burst out violently, arousing all the power of the cold iron.

She swung the knife, wrapped in the knife intent, ignoring the severe pain in her body.

Pei Xihe has always had enough patience.

Ever since she entered Kunlun to practice, she has been practicing every day. Even though she was only four years old back then, she practiced meditation, breathed out spiritual energy, read ancient books, practiced knives to take on tasks, and other things, even meals and other miscellaneous things, were all compressed every day. in one hour.

Very boring, very tasteless, she is just like this little by little sculpting her patience.

She swung the knife, causing the frozen wound to burst open, but it didn't affect the slightest movement.

A knife pierced Lin Zhao's right shoulder.

It's not a loss to exchange injuries for injuries.

The saber intent rushed into Lin Zhao's body crazily, as if it had transformed into countless terrifying saber auras, it raged and exploded in Lin Zhao's body.

Pei Xihe's spiritual power could not catch up with Lin Zhao, but Lin Zhao himself was born as an evil cultivator, and he was more inclined to drive away the grievances of ghosts, but the red-clothed ghost and many ghosts were killed by them before.

Because he wanted to absorb the spirit blood flower, he could only watch helplessly as the ghosts under his control were killed one by one.

Now that there is no red-clothed ghost looting formation, his combat power is actually just an ordinary foundation-building realm, and his melee combat power is not as strong as that of a monk like Pei Xihe who has been honed in more than ten years of missions!
Looking at it now, Pei Xihe had the upper hand by holding on with a ruthless spirit.

Lin Zhao's brows were frowned, and his right shoulder was bleeding. He let go of the gun transformed into a flag in pain.

His left hand covered his right shoulder.

He looked at Pei Xihe with fierceness and hatred in his eyes.

"Go to hell!"

Lin Zhao suddenly flew out a small sword from his mouth.

Slowly, it quickly turned into a three-foot long sword, the whole body was pitch black, and there was an unspeakable stench and bloody smell.

Pei Xihe's body had been injured a long time ago, but now she was a little sluggish. The sword was extremely fierce and came towards her heart.

Surprise and resignation flashed in her eyes.

I can't escape, but I still don't want to die, and I haven't seen the brilliance on the road to immortality.

I closed my eyes, and my heart skipped a beat.

Vigorously mobilize the twelve cyclones in the body.

Even if it is death, he still has to pull this evil cultivator together, and the self-detonating power of the [-]th level of Qi training will definitely kill Lin Zhao!
But suddenly.

She opened her eyes.

It's a crisp sound.

It was a sheet of frost and snow.

The cold air rises, and the snowflakes fly.

And in this snowflake, a ray of ice blue flew the black long sword flying.

It was an icy blue long sword as clear and cold as the ice of the Tianshan Mountains.

The person holding the sword is a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

He was quite tall, with a tall and straight figure like a pine, with his back to her.

He was dressed in a silver-white dress, embroidered with silver unicorns and black dragons, and his hair was held up by a white jade feather crown. Just a back view, it was a full display of the young man's heroic demeanor.

The chirping sound actually came from among the snowflakes.

"Bing breath." It was the voice of the young fairy.

It really is as cold as ice.

Thousands of flying snowflakes are all lit up in blue.

That blue color is actually full of sword energy!

In an instant, snowflakes of sword energy flew towards Lin Zhao!
Lin Zhao was caught off guard for an instant, and there were many sword qi in his body.

He should have been in excruciating pain, but the ice also blocked his pain, even the blood that flowed out.

But the energy of life cannot deceive people, his energy of life is passing away rapidly.

He screamed bitterly in his heart, what kind of evil spirit is this!
Just about to fly away, he saw that this young man was too strong, he was by no means his match.

"Lu Changfeng, you are so useless, why can't you even kill a Foundation Establishment Realm?"

A blue light shot out.

It was an incomparably bright cyan vine, like a green flood dragon.

It's a girl who seems to take away all the colors.

Seventeen or eighteen years old, obviously older than Pei Xihe.

With a slim figure, she stepped in the air, and with a flick of her finger, the green vine pierced through Lin Zhao's heart.

It seems light and light, but with a single gesture, it takes away the life of a foundation cultivator even at the first level.

The terror of this girl is evident.

Her facial features are extremely bright, like a begonia in full bloom.

Wearing a blue Taoist robe, but not concealing its beauty, the whole person is like a bright pearl.

In fact, it is also the Pearl.

The Jiang family, Jiang Mingzhu.

He looked at the three unconscious people below, and a girl barely standing with a knife.

This junior sister from the outer sect has good means and perseverance, she likes it!
Because of the paleness and the blood on the corners of the lips, that bright face like a spring flower was a little more delicate and weak, but the cruelty and firmness in the eyes made Jiang Mingzhu feel very comfortable.

Who says beauties are jealous of other beauties?
She just likes good-looking seniors and seniors, so she is worthy of her.

But suddenly, he froze.

Outer disciples, good looks, Lu Changfeng, these few are related.

This, can't it be Pei Xihe, isn't it a female cultivator who has a bad temper and only knows how to plot?

(End of this chapter)