The shadow of the sword is like a maple, sharp as a blade.

I only heard a few sounds of "puff puff", and from the top of the [Water Cold Sword], the sword shadows that flew out all hit the body of the pale and white-haired old man.

"Poof!"

The pale-haired old man was injured by the shadow of the sword, and immediately vomited blood, his face was pale and his eyes were blank.

At this time, Jing Ke's feminine face wiped a few sneers, and said indifferently: "I won't kill you." ”

The old man with pale face and white hair knelt on the ground with a "poof", supporting the ground with his hands, and kept spitting blood. If Jing Ke wanted to kill the gray-haired old man, the sword in his hand only needed to move lightly.

But Jing Ke put away the [Water Cold Sword], no longer looked at the old man with pale face and white hair, but turned around and walked straight towards Lu Bu.

But Lu Bu laughed a few times and said, "You go to help Luoshen, you don't need to help me." ”

“…… Got it. ”

Jing Ke chuckled a few times, and then walked towards Luoshen.

Luo Shen is wearing a long skirt, her clothes are poor, moving with the wind, the night breeze is slightly cool, and the ten fingers of her hands are very soft and thin like tender white jade onions, but when her fingers are swept through the air, they leave a few laceration marks, like a knife blade crossing, which is very terrifying.

Ten fingers broke through the air, turned into a palm, and slapped at the old man.

The old man, his face was pale, his expression was shocked, and he hurriedly stepped back, not daring to be careless at all.

Before, Luo Shen's palm froze his muscles and bones, making him miserable, and then, Luo Shen's palm was more fierce than the other, although it didn't hit his body, but it also put him under a lot of mental pressure.

"Poof!"

Luo Shen knocked down the palm print, and was avoided by the old man again, Luo Shen's jade-like fingers cut through the sky, only to hear the whistling sound, Luo Shen's palm was actually a "bang" A banging sound, very sharp and piercing.

"It's getting more and more ferocious. What is the origin of this woman? ”

The old man's expression changed in shock, his face was full of fear, and he hurriedly retreated, since he began to fight with Luoshen, he has never had a chance to make a move, only passively beaten, or constantly retreated, there is no way to attack Luoshen.

Luoshen's soft body, like a willow swaying in the wind, gently swims in the air, and the seemingly chaotic body is very mysterious.

"Sir, if you hide any more, I will inevitably kill you. If you obediently lie on the ground with injuries, you may be able to escape death. ”

Luo Shen raised his handsome eyebrows slightly, and his cold eyes fell on the old man's pale face, and said indifferently.

"You...... Who exactly is it? ”

The old man frowned, his expression was extremely solemn, and he didn't dare to be careless, and asked.

"The God of Luoshui...... Roselle is a little woman. ”

Roselle "giggled", a bell-like pleasant laughter, diffused in the air.

Jing Ke, who was watching the battle next to him, really laughed out loud when he heard Luo Shen say the word "little woman".

Luo Shen has lived for a thousand years, at this age, if it can be called "small", then in the world, those ordinary weak women, are they not ageless?

Roselle's real age is too big and too big to be measured by years and months. The word "little woman", no matter what, can't be linked to Roselle.

Hearing Jing Ke's laughter, the look on Luo Shen's face couldn't help but turn cold, she stared coldly at Jing Ke who was staying next to her, and said, "If you laugh again, you will be beaten." ”

Hearing this, Jing Ke's expression immediately turned grim, but he didn't dare to laugh anymore.

"Lu Bu is worried that you are not that old guy's opponent, let me help you."

Jing Ke's expression was much more serious, and he said in a deep voice.

“…… He already has Diao. Oh, I forgot, you're still single. No wonder that guy Lu Bu will ask you to come over and help me. ”

Luo Shen pondered for a moment, stared at Jing Ke, who looked feminine and handsome, and then, his face sank, and said, "Forget it, I'm still single!" ”

“……”

Jing Ke was helpless and smiled bitterly.

If they really live to their age, they have already seen the prosperity of the world, comprehended the Three Thousand Avenues, and don't care about the love of their children at all.

"Alright, let's do it quickly! If nothing else, Ye Xuan should have killed that guy. ”

After speaking, Jing Ke's expression was grim, the expression on his face became a little solemn, he stared coldly at the entrance of the patio, and said indifferently.

"Hmm."

Roselle chuckled a few times and nodded.

Before Ye Xuan entered the patio, he had warned a few of them that they could fight, but they couldn't fight.

After all, no matter how powerful a cultivator is, he can't interfere with the order of this world, this is the law of heaven and earth, and no one can change it.

……

Under the patio, in the dungeon.

The whole body was stained red with blood, Ye Xuan was up and down, there were a hundred and ten wounds, he held the right hand of the black knife tightly, and the flesh and blood at the tiger's mouth immediately exploded, faintly visible, sticking to the bones of blood and broken flesh, very terrifying.

Ye Xuan never expected that in this dungeon, such a powerful person would be imprisoned.

"Ahem."

Ye Xuan coughed heavily, stuck the sharp black knife on the steel plate ground of the dungeon, he spat blood from his mouth, embarrassed, his eyes were extremely cold, staring at the middle-aged man in front of him who was wrapped in black chains, and shouted, "Who are you?" ”

Ye Xuan couldn't believe it, it turned out that in this dungeon, there would be such a terrifying super powerhouse.

The super-strong man, with his ragged clothes and disheveled hair, had a deep scar on his face, and his body was wrapped in black chains the thickness of six wrists.

But even so, that super strong man, with six chains in his bindings, still seriously injured Ye Xuan.

"I forgot my name, but I remember the name of the man who trapped me here."

The middle-aged man, his eyes were dark like an abyss, his eyes were extremely cold, exuding a cold aura like a ghost, he looked at Ye Xuan coldly, and said indifferently: "That person's name is ...... Stussette! About 300 years ago, Stutsset defeated me. ”

"Stutsset ......"

Ye Xuan pondered for a moment, his expression suddenly changed greatly, and he said in surprise: "You mean, His Majesty the Pope today imprisoned you here?" ”

"Hmm."

The middle-aged man nodded, and he moved his arm slightly, the chains wrapped around his arm "clicked", and he ran his hair with his hand to show his face as much as possible.

In the dim light, his emaciated and rugged face was revealed, and the deep scar, from his forehead to the bottom of his right eye, was terrifying.

When Ye Xuan saw the appearance of the middle-aged man, his scalp suddenly went numb, and his right hand holding the black knife was also trembling violently.

"You're scared?"

The middle-aged man chuckled a few times, stared at Ye Xuan, and wondered.

"I'm curious, why are you stopping me from killing Louis Jace?"

Ye Xuan bit the tip of his tongue, tried to remain calm, and asked rhetorically.

"I didn't stop you. It's just that...... I've been here for too long. About 300 years ago, after I was defeated by Stutsett, I vowed never to harm the royal family. Therefore, I could not leave the poor prince here to speak with me. ”

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly a few times, looked at Louis Jes, who had fallen to the ground and had fainted, sneered contemptuously a few times, and said: "I really didn't expect that the prince in the royal family is so unbearable now." His strength may not even kill a chicken. ”

(End of chapter)