"Possessed?"

Seeing such a horrifying scene, and seeing the other person's body full of weird energy, Xie Xiaofeng couldn't help but tremble in his heart. He looked at the drizzle on top of his head, his expression was moved and solemn, and he said as if facing a formidable enemy: "Be careful around him.

The rain is condensed by sword energy, retreat first!"

"Retreat? Haha!"

Murong Qiudi didn't want to hear this, but her pretty face became stern and her eyes lit up. "Since he is possessed, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Kill him. I don't believe he has three heads and six arms!"

Hearing this, the Tian Zun Cult members all lost their fear in their eyes. They all drew their weapons and charged towards Su Qing.

"Murong Qiudi?"

Su Qing's empty eyes suddenly seemed to have light. He blinked twice, and a smile appeared on his dull face. The smile was indifferent and normal, but also the smile was thrilling and terrifying.

As soon as he smiled, the raindrops all over the sky rolled up and turned around in the air. From the downward trend, they turned into diagonal flying waves, rushing towards the Tianzun disciples and drenching them.

Wind and rain are common.

But while the wind is rising and the rain is falling, the world is filled with murderous intent, murderous intention, and murderous spirit.

The night was dark, windy and rainy, and there were raging fires in the rain.

But I saw the raindrops flying down, falling on the rocks, making holes in the rocks, falling on the wood, turning the wood into powder. Everything in its path seemed like paper. What would happen if it fell on that flesh and blood body?

But I saw those Tianzun disciples who were rushing towards me, fighting against the wind and rain.

He could only run a few steps.

Each of these people stood still on the long street, and then their bodies burst into thousands of blood mist. Just like the previous people, they seemed to have been pierced by thousands of swords, and died screaming one after another, just like hot water being poured on them.

Like ice and snow, the flesh and blood all over his body had been washed away by the countless rain lines and annihilated in just a moment, turning into white bones and falling to the ground one by one.

Su Qing moved again. His shoulders didn't move, his feet didn't move, and he didn't even move his hands. But his whole body seemed to be lifted up by the wind and lifted up by the rain, like a fallen leaf.

Zhan Zhan, with his toes close to the long street, floated towards Murong Qiudi, bringing out a string of shallow water splashes wherever he passed, and all the raindrops in the sky shattered like mist.

"retreat!"

Xie Xiaofeng said again.

Murong Qiudi smiled foolishly, with a sad smile, as crazy as a devil. "Are you worried about me?"

Then, she sternly shouted: "Kill me!"

Behind him, dozens and hundreds of Tianzun disciples rushed towards Su Qing desperately.

At the same time, a monstrous coldness arose, spreading across the sky and the earth. The splashing water suddenly seemed to have stopped and actually hung in the air. No, it didn't stop, but froze.

Murong Qiudi was shocked and resentful. She didn't want her eyes to suddenly become empty. The wind and rain seemed to be stagnant. Her pupils shrank suddenly, but there was an extra person in front of her. It was a very beautiful face. Under the snow and rain, that

The face seemed to have no color at all, and was crystal clear, like ice. Only a pair of cold and smiling eyes seemed to have a little color, looking at her, looking at her, with a head of white hair rising behind her, like a person descending from heaven.

The world was just a foot away from her, so close that it seemed like she could kiss him in the next moment.

"Xie Xiaofeng doesn't pity you, I pity you and leave your body intact!"

After the soft words fell, a delicate index finger was lifted up and dropped. Under Murong Qiudi's horrified gaze, she wanted to move, but her whole body was stiff and cold, as if she had been clicked on by someone.

Her acupuncture point turned into a clay and wood sculpture. She could hardly move and could only watch the index finger getting closer and closer to her.

But at this time.

Under the rain, I suddenly heard the sound of a sword, trembling sharply. A sword had already pierced the rain curtain, parted the rain, flew across, and almost passed by Murong Qiudi's cheek. The tip of the sword pierced through the rain curtain.

He put his finger against the tip of his index finger to stop it from falling.

This is an iron sword. The iron sword is ordinary, but the person holding the sword is unusual. The deadly swordsman, Yan Shisan.

"bite!"

The iron sword pointed at the flesh, and unexpectedly there was a clear sound of gold and iron.

The sword fell, and Yan Shisan drew his sword again, firing out thirteen swords in a row, using all his life-threatening sword moves. For a moment, dozens of cold lights like flying lightning appeared in the rain curtain, passing across the sky, only bypassing them.

Murong Qiudi stabbed Su Qing in front of her.

He stabbed thirteen times with his sword and performed thirteen different moves, but he only stabbed the index finger.

At the same time, a bright sword energy suddenly struck from one side, splitting the wind and breaking through the snow. The sword energy rushed past, and the snow curtain rolled to both sides like a curtain. The long street seemed to have an extra chasm, a gap, extending straight out.

, rushed towards Su Qing.

"hehe!"

A laugh burst out from Su Qing's mouth.

"boom!"

The top of the head suddenly exploded with thunder.

In the lightning flash, Su Qing didn't even look at it, but the wind and rain suddenly gathered from all directions beside him. It seemed to turn into a curtain of water, swirling around, and turned into a vortex of wind and water, blowing the sword energy away.

It was blocked.

At this moment, the Tianzun Cult members around them all came to kill one after another, with the light of swords and shadows, the sound of swords, the power of fists, palms, hidden weapons, kicks, sticks...

In the snow and rain, more than twenty people took action at the same time to save Murong Qiudi. Many ten people activated their hidden weapons on Su Qing. There were figures everywhere, strong wind and rain everywhere.

The snow curtain is like a piece of torn cloth, chaotic and shapeless.

But at the same moment, these forces suddenly dissipated. People jumped up one by one, took action, drew swords, drew swords, and the hidden weapons flying towards them. Everything.

It was like there was no sound.

And the sword at his fingertips.

Yan Shisan stood behind Murong Qiudi. He held the sword and only stabbed it once. His face was serious, his face was horrified, and his face was full of horror. He had to let go and withdraw the sword. He has never encountered an enemy in this world.

He had thrown away his sword before, but now, he gave up.

He saw that the cold and shining iron sword was suddenly covered with a layer of frost, as if it was frozen in the air. If he didn't abandon the sword, I'm afraid he would be like those Tianzun disciples.

Because those people are already dead.

Looking back and looking around, the long street was full of people, but I don’t know when these people had turned into ice sculptures. Their eyebrows were covered with a layer of frost, their faces were blue and purple, and their eyes had long lost their glory. They died silently, maybe

They died without knowing how or when they died, and probably no one present knew either.

The scene is very strange, this incredible cold skill.

The iron sword made a "bang" sound and broke inch by inch.

Su Hongxin still raised his index finger. All this seemed to be a long time and had many changes, but it only took a blink of an eye.

Murong Qiudi's beautiful eyes widened and her pupils trembled, as if she finally had fear, fear, and fear. Everyone around her died, but she did not die.

But she is also fast.

As soon as his index finger came down, he lightly tapped a little on her delicate and white forehead.

"Xie Xiaofeng..."

Faced with life and death, this woman finally said three words.

Then, those mist-like eyes dimmed, and their soul died.

Su Qing retracted her fingers, took a step away, waved her green sleeves, and the frozen people on the long street were shattered one after another in an instant, scattering into ice powder and dust all over the ground.

The long street suddenly became deserted, except for a few people.

Yan Shisan, Xie Xiaofeng, the woman beside Xie Xiaofeng, and Murong Qiudi's body.

"call out!"

The sword energy soared into the sky, and the snow curtain between heaven and earth seemed to be blown up by a strong wind and rushed towards Su Qing. The snow waves rolled and the wind and rain rushed down.

The source of all this is Xie Xiaofeng. His face is painful at the moment, his eyes are complicated, seeming to be filled with hatred and anger, but also struggling. He said hoarsely:

"You shouldn't have killed her!"

"Who are you?"

Su Qing's eyes were unwavering. He tilted his head and looked at Xie Xiaofeng, as if he didn't recognize the person in front of him. If what a person sees are all bones and everyone is bones, how can he tell who is who?

He remembered the sword intent like the shining sun.

When their eyes met, Su Qing's empty eyes suddenly emitted two bright rays of light, which shot out dazzlingly, turned into sword energy, and shot directly at Xie Xiaofeng.
Chapter completed!