The man in black would not put himself in a dangerous place. At this moment, he did not want to fight. He attacked three times and forced him to retreat the two worshipers who had attacked first. Then he turned his body and retreated instead of moving forward. Before the four worshipers approached, he rushed to the roof and fled.

At this time, the bald head of Monk Xuyun was very slashed in the night. He was so excited that he turned around, patted his head and laughed: "I finally remembered it, it was the Eye of Deep Love!"

He said this with no brainstorm. Yan Qingrui had a pain in her chest before, as if the five internal organs were displaced, but it was strange that after the Xuanyue Sword had injected into her meridians, it seemed that the pain had also been eliminated. There was also an inexplicable feeling of comfort and lightness in her body, as if it was so light that it was about to fly.

Yan Qingrui said angrily: "God, you cheated me again!"

Xu Yun waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I didn't cheat you. Look, isn't the internal strength of this Xuanyue Sword touching you?"

Yan Qingrui said in surprise: "Is this the legendary internal force?"

Xu Yun smiled and said, "It's like a fake one!"

Yan Qingrui secretly felt the internal force flowing away in her body, returning to the Dantian, and her whole body was warm. However, her eyebrows and eyes slashed, and the Xuanyue Sword in her hand swung, and she cut it towards Xuyun.

Xuyun was shocked and sat on the ground, and waved his hand quickly, "It's me, it's me, it's me..."

Yan Qingrui said, "You are the one who kills!" As he spoke, the sword in his hand shone brightly, and the sword never leaves Xuyun's bald head.

Xuyun's soul was scattered, and he jumped in his arms, rolling on the ground in a mess. Yan Qingrui was just a test at first. Seeing that Monk Xuyun was avoiding her, she was actually very clever, and she couldn't help but feel curious.

But as the sword in her hand stabbed faster and faster, the more she came out, the more ridiculous Monk Xuyun hid, the more she escaped, and even looked pitiful, but Yan Qingrui took action so quickly, but she did not hurt him at all.

It's not that she is not injured. For example, if Yan Qingrui's foot is used to make a sword, the sword will not hurt anyone, but the foot can be kicked directly, or if her sword fists are used to make a punch, the sword will fail. However, often her kick or punch will help him avoid the next sword, as if two people are cooperating in acting.

Yan Qingrui used more than a dozen moves in a row, and finally realized that she could not hurt the monk.

After all, she had just recovered from serious injuries and had never treated the wound on her left shoulder. After trying more than a dozen moves from Monk Xuyun, she was indifferent and put away her sword.

Monk Xuyun seemed to be in shock, his eyes as pure and innocent as a deer, blinked and said, "Don't you kill?"

Yan Qingrui rolled her eyes, let the strange air flow move around in her body, and said contemptuously: "Monk, is this what you said about seventy years of skill? It's a little inferior!"

Although she feels very comfortable and very good, and very thick, why does she feel a little powerless?

Xuyun opened his eyes wide and said, "Seventy years? Who said that? You only got ten years."

Just as Yan Qingrui and Xuyun Jian fisted, one of whom cut the thorn and slashed extremely sharply, and the other dodged and ran away in an extremely embarrassed manner, the four great worshippers saw that the man in black was fleeing far away and could no longer chase him, so they came back.
Chapter completed!