"What's wrong?" She heard Tang Xi call her name for the first time, and felt something was wrong. When she looked back, she was so scared that she sat in the snow and couldn't make a sound for a while.

The scene in front of him made Tang Xi stunned. Besides, a little Taoist nun like her, who was not scared to faint, was really brave. Ziqing's soul was floating on the open space, her hair was loose, her face was pale, and she seemed to be crying.

Tang Xi calmed down and was about to walk over, but found that the corner of her clothes was being held back. The man was looking at him with a pitiful look on his face. Tang Xi smiled and patted the woman's hand: "Don't panic, look at the monk, I'll go and take a look."

After all, he has seen the world. Knowing that a fierce battle is inevitable, Tang Xi was particularly calm, walked over gently, and whispered: "Ziqing?"

The woman suddenly stopped sobing and slowly moved her head, with black hair scattered beside her face. The exposed face had no facial features at all! The pale face had long lost its eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth, which scared Tang Xi.

Niantong was not sure what was important, and was about to come over, but Tang Xi was stopped and stood there blankly.

Tang Xi turned his head and smiled at Ziqing: "I have found your widow. Ziqing, I don't know if I can ask you about..." Before he finished speaking, he felt that the murderous aura around him suddenly increased, and his soul began to float. Niantong was a little calmer at this moment. However, when he saw the face without facial features, his heart trembled. He knew that he could not help me, so he ran back and protected the widow tightly.

Tang Xi's stick still has some background. At that time, the head of the Beggars' Sect was developing a new weapon and happened to get a top-grade jade. He was spending it on this stick. Unfortunately, he didn't make it what he wanted most, but it was considered the best, so he was ready to reward it to his disciples. It happened that Tang Xi had made great achievements at the martial arts conference at that time, so he gave it to Tang Xi for granted it. Usually he didn't take it out to fight, not because he had many treasures, but because he couldn't use it at all. Occasionally, he would use him to carry the load, and he felt like he had never brought this treasure to his eyes. Now he was fighting in the air with Ruolan, and the stick made a sound in the air. Tang Xi felt it was quite pleasant, and immediately gave it a good name for "wind and snow-beating dog stick".

Even though it is a good spirit to make fun of suffering, Ziqing has a hundred years of cultivation and is extremely resentful. Seeing that this fight cannot be fought forever, he is not worried. If he really can't beat him, he will run away. However, there is a scoundrel around him at this time, and he still has to fight.

"The oil bottle" was a little anxious next to him, but suddenly he thought of something and said loudly: "Tang Xi! Play the song! Play the song that the man played!"

In the mixed room of wind and snow, Tang Xi finally heard what she said, but he looked bitter: "I don't have any extra hands, I'm really tired of clones. This Ziqing is very difficult to deal with."

Niantong became more and more anxious. Seeing that Tang Xi seemed to be at a disadvantage, she gritted her teeth and drew out the sword, and looked at Ziqing with a burst of sword energy. Sure enough, Ziqing seemed a little uneasy because of this sudden attack, and hurriedly changed the target of the attack and temporarily let Tang Xi go.

"Hurry up, I'll hold on first!" Nian Tong chanted the spell and summoned the Void Sword to attack Ziqing, but he was easily avoided.

"You nun!" Tang Xi gritted her teeth and secretly scolded her in her heart for being stupid. She could not defeat the enemy. She was not afraid of death and attracted the wronged soul. But she knew that this was a helpless move, so she had to grit her teeth and take out the jack in her arms and recall carefully what tune the man had blown that day.

Niantong retreated step by step, and later there was almost no room for a fight. Blood spread out from the corners of her mouth, dyeing her white Taoist robe red, but she still held the sword and insisted. She felt that the pain was much more painful than in Ruoxue's acupoint, as if the cells in her body were about to explode.

However, the next second, the blue light suddenly surged around, and a powerful force dispersed, and Ziqing was instantly bounced out a few feet away. The last move was also a desperate attempt.

Wuji Taixu.

The whole world suddenly became quiet, and only the sound of the silhouette played by Tang Xi was particularly beautiful. Ziqing's soul began to calm down, and gradually sat on the ground, and her body gradually became solid from transparency, and even her facial features appeared. It was indeed what they saw yesterday.

Tang Xi took over the shaking Niantong with one hand, put away the jar in his hand, frowned and was about to scold him, but heard Ziqing talking.
Chapter completed!