After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

What do people think about before they die?

Feng Yanyan had a ferocious face, and with all his strength, he squeezed Mu Xiaoxiao's hand: "Run! Run!"

Mu Xiaoxiao was already stunned, she picked up Feng's blasphemy, and ran out crying like a fly, whispering in her mouth: "I'm sorry little Phoenix, I'm sorry little Phoenix..."

Immediately there were several Anbu disciples, gritted their teeth, made a foul language, and surrounded them.

There is no mercy for Kung Fu at this time.

She had to take the little phoenix out, Mu Xiaoxiao raised the flying red sword in her hand again with tears in her eyes, trembling all over her body in fear.

She didn't do it on purpose, but she had to save Xiao Fenghuang, even if... even if these people were to be buried with Xiao Feng...

This flying red sword was obtained by her in the sword pavilion. She recognized her as the master at first sight. It was originally a murder weapon, but now Feng Ruoyan has given her all his cultivation base, Mu Xiaoxiao Fully capable of transporting this flying red sword.

"You forced me." Mu Xiaoxiao clenched the sword in his hand in despair.

The long sword in his hand hummed softly, as if responding.

"That's great." Mu Xiaoxiao smiled bitterly, "As of now, Feihong is still by my side."

Feihongjian, as the name suggests, where the sword light falls, like falling flowers, it spreads out several lines of sharp sword energy.

It's like being late.

Seeing that Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly raised the flying red sword, Qiao Wan snorted inwardly, and yelled, "Run!! Run!"

Fly forward, turn your bones into a shield!

After half a step, pieces of sword light fell, and in an instant, the Anbu disciples screamed again and again, and blood splashed.

Doused with this warm blood, Qiao Wan was stunned for half a second, and pursed her lips without saying a word.

In the sight of Mu Xiaoxiao's horrified sight, he silently moved his wrist, his palms closed, and layers of bone armor climbed up.

Afterwards, he charged straight towards the sky-splashing sword rain and grabbed the blade! !

Mu Xiaoxiao was completely stunned, and barely held the hilt of the sword, but was not dragged out by this huge force.

Fei Hongjian recognized her as the master and the guardian of Lingjian, so naturally it was impossible for Qiao Wan to drag her over so easily.

"Joe late?!"

Joe didn't say a word.

She once thought that Mu Xiaoxiao had no sense of security, so she tried her best to create a soft-spoken character. Therefore, when Mu Xiaoxiao asked her for help in the Shuifeng Sect, she helped her when she stood up for the first time and expressed her desire for freedom.

But now she understands that the influence of the "family of origin" thing cannot be easily erased, and she has to wake up.

The magnificent plot in the novel "Road to Immortals", the thrilling and touching feelings between the protagonists, often take the world as a bet and the common people as a burial. The reader's eyes focus on the protagonist, and naturally ignore the supporting roles, or the cannon fodder, the feelings of many innocent people.

From the mudstone secret realm to the destruction of the Cen House, from the destruction of the Cen House, to today's farce.

The weak have no right to speak.

Taking a deep breath, Qiao Wan firmly held the blade in his hand.

Since she can't accept this way of doing things, she should use the sword to break it, and use the sword to speak for them.

The big injustice in the chest cannot be eliminated without a sword.

In this stalemate, hundreds of sword lights suddenly fell from the sky.

As soon as the sword light fell, he heard a man's scream.

When he came across this scene, Ma Huai was so angry that his nose almost crooked.

"Qiao Wan, are you crazy?! Retire me?!"

The expressions of Zhou Yan and Xuanzhong Zhenren who followed him changed slightly.

He couldn't help but just took a step forward, and was immediately forced back by this **** scene.

The girl's whole body, from head to toe, was poured full of blood, covered with blood, her eyes were cold to the bone.

The magic weapon of recognizing the Lord, opening up spiritual consciousness, knowing how to protect the Lord, and naturally resisting desperately.

But Qiao Wan refused to let it resist! One grabbed the Feihong Sword, and despite the interweaving of the sword light, he still did not let go.

The sword light from the sky flew straight to her arms, face, and chest, and instantly cut her into a **** human, especially the right hand holding the Feihong sword, like peeling a potato, the muscle tissue on the arm It was chipped off layer by layer.

When encountering this kind of person who is not afraid of death, even Fei Hongjian has no choice.

Mu Xiaoxiao screamed, the sword in his hand was forcibly dragged by Qiao Wan! !

As soon as the long sword started, he watched helplessly as Qiao Wan threw the sword with his bare hands.

pout...

Rao is the elder who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and this is the first time that he has seen the human spirit sword grabbed by his bare hands and smashed.

click! !

The sword body jumped twice, and the spiritual consciousness was completely destroyed.

Gone.

Master is gone.

Little Phoenix is ​​gone.

Not even the flying red sword.

Mu Xiaoxiao fell sullenly to the ground, out of the corner of his eyes caught a glimpse of Feng Ruanyan lying on the ground with unknown life and death, and clenched his teeth again.

She has to take Little Phoenix away...

She still has the phoenix fire left by the little phoenix.

The trembling fingers were stained with blood, trying to squeeze out a magic formula.

But she didn't expect that the magic formula had not been finished, and a broken blade suddenly shot through the air with a huge force, directly piercing her shoulder blade.

Shocked by this huge force, Mu Xiaoxiao let out a shrill scream, took a few steps back, and was directly nailed to the gate of the Jiange gate by the flying red broken blade.

At the same time, another broken blade slashed towards Feng Ruoyan on the ground.

Mu Xiaoxiao's heart jumped and screamed: "Don't!!"

This sword slashed the man's head.

This handsome head rolled a few times on the ground, covered in blood.

The surroundings fell into a dead silence, and Mu Xiaoxiao widened her eyes dejectedly.

This is simply crushing.

The gap between the cultivation base and ability of the same disciples and sisters has reached the realm of heaven and earth.

As a senior sister, it is obvious that she has never experienced severe beatings in the society. She has a spirit sword and a phoenix fire spirit power to protect her body, but she was easily crushed into scum.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Qiao Wan walked up to Feng Ruanyan, picked up the **** head, held it in his hand, and handed it to Ma Huaizhen.

"Master."

"The sins of killing Anbu and the disciples of the sword pavilion have been punished."

"As for this..." Glancing at Mu Xiaoxiao, who was nailed to the gate of the Jiange Pavilion, Qiao Wan took a breath, paused, and said coldly, "I have already caught it."

As soon as this heavy head started, Ma Huaizhen's brows were tangled in undisguised form when he caught a glimpse of the man's dead, dead face. The head was thrown behind him.

In the dead silence, Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly caught a glimpse of the white and deserted figure not far away under the severe pain.

"Master... Master..."

As soon as he saw Zhou Yan, Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't help reddening her eyes, and cried out in grief.

"Master...it hurts to laugh."

"Master...Xiaoxiao is wrong...Master save Xiaoxiao..."

The girl was like a young bird leaving the nest, helplessly shedding tears, Zhou Yan took a step forward unconsciously, her cold heart softened involuntarily, her throat rolled, she endured. He couldn't help but glance at Ma Huaizhen and Qiao Wan.

"Night." His voice was hoarse.

Knowing that Zhou Yan's friendship with Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't be changed overnight, Qiao Wan didn't expect it, but after being silent for a while, she stretched out her hand.

It refers to the Jiange disciples who were burnt to charcoal by the Phoenix Fire, and the Anbu disciples who were slashed into blood by Feihong.

One **** one pointed to another group of **** ones behind him.

In this situation, the others were left speechless.

Qiao Wan's voice echoed clearly all around.

"The real person is here to intercede for fellow Taoist Mu, who is interceding for them?"

"They didn't do anything wrong from beginning to end. Just because they did their duty, do they deserve to be buried with others' grievances and hatreds?"

"Does human life really matter?" Qiao Wan's voice was hoarse just after being burned by Huang Huo, "They are all children of their parents, other people's brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters, apprentices, and lovers."

"If you hurt your lover by a hair, do you deserve to be buried with other innocent people?"

This series of questions, although the voice was not loud, was deafening.

Hearing that, Ma Huaizhen couldn't help but secretly shouted ok, and then looked at Mu Xiaoxiao expressionlessly, the empty sleeves were fluttering around in the cold wind.

No one who rushed out of the Northern Territory battlefield knew more than him how important a life was.

"Master... I just..." Mu Xiaoxiao burst into tears, "I just want to save the little phoenix, it was the little phoenix who saved me from the abyss of broken bones, without the little phoenix, Xiaoxiao wouldn't be able to return to Kunshan. ."

"It hurts?" Ma Huaizhen sneered, his eyes frighteningly cold, "Aren't my disciples in pain? Can my disciples who were swallowed by spiders still cry out in pain?"

Yuan Liu, who was still clutching his shoulders, didn't have time to take care of his injury, and was slightly taken aback.

Hall Master rarely gets angry, but this time he was really angry.

"If you can stand the pain."

The first sentence speaks.

As soon as he raised his hand, his spiritual power turned into bursts of swords, lights and swords, and slashed towards Mu Xiaoxiao.

No one dared to speak out.

This is the hall master of the Avatar Hall. This time, the Anbu disciples suffered the most damage, and the Avatar Hall belongs to the biggest sufferer.

This is not a real sword or a real sword, but an illusion of spiritual power. Even if Ma Huaizhen really killed Mu Xiaoxiao here, no one would dare to stop him.

Having lived such a long life, how could he endure this kind of pain, Mu Xiaoxiao immediately cried out, twisting his body desperately to avoid the light of the cobweb-like spiritual force.

Nai He was nailed to the gate, and the more he moved, the more blood splattered on his shoulders.

"Master... Master!!"

Mu Xiaoxiao's voice became sharper and sharper, and the delicate and soft demeanor she had before disappeared instantly without a trace, and she burst into tears.

But the Anbu disciple who received the flying red sword before, only screamed in agony, and then silently stood in the same place with blood and flesh, watching silently.

It's a very simple truth to use his own way to return other people's bodies. After all, there is no empathy in this world. Only when it is your turn can you understand how much pain your actions have caused others.

Seeing Mu Xiaoxiao burst into tears, Ma Huaizhen's eyes overflowed with a cold light, and he continued to raise his hand.

The black eyes reflected the raging fire and the twisted figure in the fire, and the man said the second sentence coldly.

"I'll put you down here immediately."

After the fire was exhausted, Zhenren Xuanzhong sighed slightly, and then he took out the broken blade.

Mu Xiaoxiao slid down from the door, twitched twice, collapsed to the ground in a daze, looked up at the sky, and was soaked in cold sweat.

This is not a real sword to use.

The real Xuanzhong frowned.

Although this pain is equivalent, but even this fake can't stand it, how can it really hurt others.