Kuai Chuan Zhi becomes a boss in the collapsed world

Chapter 12 I Want to Cultivate Immortals, Cut the Thorns with the Sword

"Su Mo'er?" The wind around stopped for a moment, Yan Wei looked down at his fingers, and stroked the scabbard lightly.

The murderous aura cut through the air, and a strand of someone's hair was strangled by the invisible breath in the air.

Yan Wei's figure was extremely fast, even if Liang Chen, the leading disciple of Emperor Xuanzong of Qing Dynasty, had realized something, he still couldn't stop him.

The hem of the clothes drew a strange arc in the air, and the slender and well-knit hand slapped a few people away. When the blade was still an inch away from Su Rou, it was stopped by a hosta.

"Pfft!" Lin Yizhou was the first to bear the brunt of being slapped with a mouthful of blood, he was terrified.

Not only was he shocked by Yan Wei's weird speed and the sudden burst of suppression, but also because... Junior Sister Su Rou just practiced her qi training to achieve perfection?
How did she receive the attack without changing her face under the hands of Yan Wei, who had built a great foundation?

"Recognized?" Su Rou, that is, Su Mo'er chuckled, her laughter was numb and charming.

She turned to the disciple of Qing Xuanzong, and suddenly changed her expression of horror.

"Senior Brother Liang, save me!" As if the bewitching appearance just now was their illusion, their Junior Sister Su returned to her usual weak and flamboyant appearance.

Liang Chen stepped forward to fight Yan Wei, "Fellow Daoist Yan, we were wrong for Junior Brother Lin to offend you just now, but you attacked Junior Sister Su Rou for no reason, can you give me a reason?"

"Heh." Yan Wei chuckled, he didn't stop moving his hands, while avoiding Liang Chen, he attacked Su Rou.

"A group of idiots, Junior Sister Su Rou? Take a closer look at who this is."

Yan Wei lowered his eyes, and others only thought he was arrogant. If Mu Xuan could see here, Yan Wei's emotions were approaching an extreme point, like a long bow with a taut string, as long as he exerted more pressure, he would Become a killing machine.

The words of the remnant soul of the demon race made him, who was on the verge of eruption, bloodthirsty in his eyes.

After eight years of dormancy, the hatred has not weakened, but has increased day by day.

Under Yan Wei's well-behaved and gentle mask, there is a heart demon raging inside.

Mu Xuan is his good medicine, and it is also his link with the world. Through Mu Xuan, Yan Wei can touch joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

Because at the age of eight, blood and corpses stained the formerly harmonious home, Yan Wei swore at that time that the purpose of living this life was to crush that woman into ashes.

"Ah! How dare you hurt my face... I, I, you, die!" Su Rou tore off the weak disguise, and her cultivation level soared to the middle stage of Nascent Soul in an instant.

Su Rou didn't pretend anymore, her patience in Qing Xuanzong was exhausted, Fan Ye was cold-hearted, and she was about to tease her a few times but was interrupted by Mu Xuan.

Su Mo'er never stopped doing anything, and simply put a love gu on Fan Ye.

Even if she returns to her status as a demon girl of the Hehuan Sect, as long as the mother gu is still on her body, she will not be afraid that Master Fan Ye will not come to her, when the time comes...

"I didn't kill you eight years ago, now it's over!" Su Mo'er's face changed, and she returned to her original face, but the gap was still there.

She covered her face, and the furious spiritual energy riot overturned the people on the side.

"Su, Junior Sister Su?!!"

Liang Chen: "She is the enchantress of the Hehuan Sect, Su Mo'er! Everyone stand back."

"How is it possible? Isn't Su Rou a mortal woman brought back by Master Fan Ye?" Lin Yizhou murmured to himself while supporting the hand that had just connected the bones.

Yan Wei's eyes were red, he was like an indefatigable machine, he kept killing moves, he was injured in many places, and he didn't even frown.

The white-clothed young man's hands were stained with blood, and his white clothes were stained with a large swath of bright red. It was unknown whether it was his own blood or Su Mo'er's blood.

In comparison, Su Mo'er was also a little annoyed. She found that the person in front of her was very different from her own strength, but the more he fought, the more courageous he was. This kind of desperate fighting style was actually comparable to her cultivation base obtained through dual cultivation.

(End of this chapter)