Han Yurou was panting heavily, her clothes were disheveled, and there was a hint of shock in her eyes.

In her hand she held a dead head.

It belongs to that big man.

Being able to kill the demonic monks when she had no cultivation skills, Han Yurou's heart was filled with joy of surviving the disaster.

She staggered to the mouth of the valley, wanting to explore the situation outside. However, when she saw clearly, she couldn't help but throw the head out of her hand and retched violently.

This is the first time she has seen such a bloody scene.

The corpses of the monks that were split in half were scattered on the ground. Where everyone stood, there was a deep sword mark embedded in the ground. Han Yurou resisted her nausea and stepped forward to touch it. As soon as her fingertips touched there, she screamed.

With a sound, it retracted quickly like an electric shock.

What a terrifying sword energy residue.

Han Yurou looked at the red opening on her fingertips, thoughtfully.

Then, the sound of hurried footsteps came from the forest not far away. Han Yurou's expression changed, she stood up and stood with a knife, as if facing a formidable enemy.

When she saw the person's appearance clearly, she breathed a sigh of relief, with a trace of undetectable joy on her face.

Thief!

Zhang Wuji was relieved when he saw that this woman was in a bit of a mess but unscathed. Wei Ming used some secret technique and escaped for dozens of miles in the blink of an eye. Seeing that he could not catch up for the time being, Zhang Wuji was worried about Han Yurou.

His safety was in danger, so he had to look back first.

He walked forward slowly, took out a few fire talismans, and burned these demonic trash fish clean.

"Did you do it?"

Han Yurou wiped the sweat from her forehead and stepped forward. The firelight reflected in her bright eyes, which seemed to ignite some small thoughts in her heart.

Looking at the wounds all over Zhang Wuji's body, she couldn't help but lightly tap her little hand and asked: "Does it hurt?"

Zhang Wuji looked at the stunning beauty who was half a head shorter than him with piercing eyes, and his heart suddenly felt warm.

The loneliness that has been lingering in my heart for the past two years seems to have disappeared briefly.

Han Yurou looked at the horrific cuts on Zhang Wuji's shoulder. After searching around to no avail, she simply tore off her sleeves and folded them into strips. She carefully picked up Zhang Wuji's damaged clothes and pressed them on the wound.

The beauty so close at hand made Zhang Wuji forget the pain in his body and the young master of the Lost Soul Cult who had escaped.

When Han Yurou finished processing, she raised her head and was about to open her red lips and say something.

But I felt my waist tighten and my body was hugged tightly.

What greeted her was the man's enthusiasm.

"Hmm~"

Thousands of words were blocked in this kiss.

The little fists gradually became weak.

Wei Ming stumbled and ran, looking back in horror from time to time.

It’s like there’s some big devil behind you.

Recalling the scene a quarter of an hour ago in his mind still shocked him.

The white-gold sword energy falling from the sky, carrying terrifying destructive power, was extremely sharp, and directly hit everyone. If Wei Ming had not had the life-saving amulet given by his father, there would be no need to say more about his fate.

He looked at seven or eight living people. One moment, there was confusion and confusion in his eyes. The next moment, his whole body seemed to be cut by silk threads and divided into two halves, with blood splattering everywhere, just like Shura Hell.

But the creator of the figurines is still standing there quietly, like a clay Bodhisattva, without sadness or joy.

Devil.

This guy is a devil.

Wei Ming's mind vaguely recalled a certain topic that he had talked with his father and elders. In the far north of China across the sea, there was a swordsmanship sect that was famous all over the world.

Even the overlord of this continent, Fuyao Sword Sect, is slightly inferior compared to them.

Impossible!

How could Zhang Wuji of White Bone Cave have such profound righteous swordsmanship?

Could it be?

Wei Ming's brain, which had been drained by the wine and sex, suddenly sobered up, and then his expression became fierce as he stumbled towards the Qingling Sect.

I must live to tell the Holy Sect that a spy has been found among you.

Then, he felt a chill on his neck and his face froze. He slowly turned his head and saw a figure far away looking at him quietly.

Then he saw his body, the grass under his feet, and finally his eyes fell into darkness.

Zhang Wuji made a slight move, and the small green sword immediately fell into his palm, trembling slightly.

"Have you been depressed for the past two years?"

With a smile on his face, he looked at the little guy in his hand who seemed to be acting coquettishly.

Fairy Sword, Dongli.

This is the sword that the master used to travel around the world when he was young. It was passed down to him after he reached great heights in cultivation.

Rubbing the smooth blade of the sword, the irritability in Zhang Wuji's heart suddenly disappeared.

As a swordsman, it is really uncomfortable to be without a sword for a long time.

This time I was forced to take action to kill people. It was as if the depression in my heart had been wiped away. There was a faint feeling of breaking through the cage. The sect's mental method, which had not been refined for many days, was actually ready to break through.

Zhang Wuji understood clearly.

It seems it’s time to close the door.

Offering a fire talisman, Zhang Wuji turned around and left as he watched the body of the young master of the Soul Sect ignite with blazing fire.

"Where are we going?"

Han Yurou originally thought that it would be over after the little mouth was frivolous, but the demon sect thief who had returned came back and hugged her without letting go. The two of them stood under the tree, her face was as rosy as an apple, and her hands were on Zhang Wuji's strong breasts.

In front of his chest, he asked in a low voice, as if refusing but ashamed.

"How about we go to Fuyao Sect in the east?"

"My uncle is a disciple of Fuyao Sect, he should take us in."

"Return to Qingling Sect."

"My aunt is...eh?"

Han Yurou reacted, her shyness disappeared instantly, and she stared at Zhang Wuji's handsome face with wide eyes, full of disbelief.

The man looked at her narrowly.

Han Yurou suddenly struggled violently, trying to escape from the clutches of the Demon Sect's thieves.

Zhang Wuji snorted coldly, and regained the coldness of the elder brother of Baigudong. He pinched Han Yurou's cheek hard, then squatted down slightly, and with a strong hand, he carried Han Yurou on his back amidst Han Yurou's screams.

On the shoulder.

"Let me go, let me go, you shameless demon sect thief..."

Snap~

She responded with that familiar slap.

"Ahhhhhh!~"

Han Yurou was being carried, helpless and furious.

Zhang Wuji recalled how Han Yurou was sober when he had just captured him and brought her to the cave, and her temper was much stronger than now.

Hum hum.

Qingfeng endured the pain in her hand, took out a small medicine jar, poured white powder on the wound, then let out a long breath and fell to the ground.

Finally escaped.

Then he sacrificed his master's secret treasure, a jade tablet.

There are only two names on it.

Master.

Seven or eight.

Qingfeng pointed his finger at the master, and then the jade tablets changed. Qiba's name disappeared, replaced by nothing.

He smiled bitterly, as expected, Master Shifu still didn't care about worldly affairs.

With a slight stroke, Qiba's name appeared again, and Qingfeng nodded with a complicated expression.

Then he saw three words that made him furious and his blood pressure surged.

【Is he dead?】

Qingfeng seemed to hear the sound of his own teeth grinding.

At that moment, he even wanted to smash these words with his fingers.

Write two words on the jade plaque with trembling fingers.

【Dead!】

Just tap the lower right corner of the jade plaque and the message will disappear like water waves.

Thinking back, something was wrong.

After secretly slapping himself, Qingfeng took out a few pills, swallowed them in one gulp, and began to exhale.

At the same time, Zhang Wuji felt the vibration in the storage ring and knew that this was news from Qingfeng. Now there was a disobedient person on his shoulder who was against him. He had no time to check, so the guy could just escape.
Chapter completed!