Mozun, she came across from the Nvzun country

Chapter 696
On the crumbling city tower, white clothes, black clothes, two extreme colors, surrounded by murderous aura.

Luo Wanqing's eyes were red, and her white clothes were fluttering, like a daffodil in full bloom, she was in the fire and would not hesitate to kill her enemies.

Wuxin did not dare to relax at all, if she confronted head-on, she would definitely not be Luo Wanqing's opponent.

Two quarters of an hour later, the outcome will be decided.

Qiutong has no intention of stepping forward to help, Wuxin wins or loses, it's all unintentional choices, she doesn't care at all.

However, it is not necessarily unintentional to lose.

Luo Wanqing's spirit was about to collapse, her sword was moving in a disorderly manner, sand and rocks were flying around her, and the sky suddenly darkened.

"Wuxin, you have always been my defeat!" Luo Wanqing said frantically, there was a loud bang, and the sky was shocked instantly, the illusion cultivation level suddenly advanced, and the strong and turbulent illusion power swept over Wuxin like a huge wave.

puff!Wuxin spit out a mouthful of blood, there was no way to avoid it, like a kite with a broken string, falling from the tower.

"Wuxin, die!" Luo Wanqing laughed maniacally, jumped down from the tower, and pointed her Bingyi sword at Wuxin's neck.

"Wuxin!" Dongfang Jingao turned pale with fright, before he had time to think, he flew away against the wind in an instant, catching the black gauze figure descending from the sky.

You can smell a faint medicinal fragrance, mixed with a strong smell of blood.

"Wuxin, Wuxin..." Dongfang Jingao panicked and hugged Wuxin, her body was as light as a feather, as if she would float away at any moment.

Wuxin's face was pale, his consciousness was confused, and his eyes reflected the dark sky.

A lot of messy voices hovered in her ears, thunder, fighting, roaring, as if someone was calling her, unintentionally, unintentionally...

It's called Wuxin, Ruqing Wuxin.

Without the expected death, she vaguely felt that she was falling into an embrace, the lukewarm body temperature, and the fragrance of saponins, but it was extremely strange.

No, her voice is very soft, like the sound of an ancient flute, mysterious and bewitching, her embrace is cold and nostalgic, with a cold and charming aura.

"No heart, no heart..."

"Let go!" Wuxin yelled angrily, her cold eyes opened suddenly, she quickly got down from his arms, and immediately stretched out her hand to grab his neck.

Dongfang Jingao was at a loss, seeing Luo Wanqing pointing his sword at Wuxin's back.

"Wuxin, be careful, ahem..." Dongfang Jingao was almost suffocated, and in desperation, suddenly hugged Wuxin, turned to one side, and avoided Bing Yijian.

"Let go!" Wuxin was furious and spit out a mouthful of blood again.

"Wuxin, be careful." Dongfang Jingao let go of Wuxin.

Wuxin's eyes were cold, and he dragged his vain steps with difficulty, ready to face the battle.

Dongfang Jingao rushed forward and stood in front of Wuxin: "Wuxin, don't go."

Wuxin pushed Dongfang Jingao away, but in vain, Dongfang Jingao had already rushed out to confront Luo Wanqing.

Flames!

With a bang, the flames shot into the sky.

Luo Wanqing backed away again and again, her glass-colored pupils reflected the firelight, vicious and vicious.

Dongfang Jingao stood on the top of the stone pillar and offered advice: "Miss Luo, please do your best."

Luo Wanqing understood what he meant, he would not show mercy, and even put her to death: "Otherwise what? Mr. Dongfang, will you let me go?"

Dongfang Jingao looked stern and said calmly, "No, whether you live or die today is entirely up to you."

"Fate?" Luo Wanqing smiled sadly. She used to admire Dongfang Jingao quite a lot, but now he wants to kill her. Looking back, it was all because of her naivety and ignorance.

(End of this chapter)