A sword pierces the heart.

But in an instant, dozens of lives disappeared under the cold sword.

Everyone was shocked by Fu Yue's ruthlessness, and they counted her righteously, sentence after sentence, standing on the moral high ground, completely forgetting that they themselves came to trouble Fu Yue first.

"Demon girl, you are so vicious and heavy-handed!!"

"Jiang Xi, in vain, you used to be a disciple of my Liuyun Sect, and now you have no mercy for your former fellow disciples. You really let me down!! ”

These so-called famous and decent people are used to being high on weekdays, but now when they see this deviant Jiang Xi, they tear off their hypocritical and disgusting masks one by one, and what they say makes people laugh off their big teeth.

Fu Yue's narrow peach blossom eyes swept over coldly, and his gaze did not have the slightest warmth, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Fu Yue didn't even bother to argue with these people.

The rookies wanted to kill her.

If she doesn't fight back, is it possible that she will obediently stay where she is and be caught?

What about being ruthless.

It was these people who wanted to kill her first, and she fought back just to protect herself.

…… Conform to right and wrong.

This big war.

The various sects of the Immortal Family have sent almost half of the disciples and elders, and the momentum is huge.

Fu Yue relied on a long sword to kill a bloody road.

Countless people have died by her sword.

The blood-red sunset gradually faded, the corpses on the cold ground overlapped, and the crows on the horizon flew in flocks, and the atmosphere became more and more treacherous and tragic.

A red-clad banshee, she held a sword in one hand, and blood was dripping from the tip of her silver blade.

A little bit across the ground.

Make a screeching sound.

Anyone with eyes can see that Fu Yue's current situation is very wrong, he is full of murderous energy, and the back of his white jade hand bursts out with green tendons, looking like he is going mad.

This made the eyes of everyone who were already desperate flash with hope.

This enchantress has gone mad.

If they hold on for a little longer, maybe this Jiang Ji will explode and die.

Endless killing.

The years hidden in the depths of memory have been turned out, and it is also such a scene of rivers of blood.

Fu Yue hung his head.

The thin red lips closed one by one, and spat out eerie words.

"You all deserve to die."

The word kill echoes in my head.

Reduced to a demon of slaughter.

Until her body was hugged by a pair of slender and white hands, the man's clear and slightly cold voice sounded in her ears, strange and familiar.

"Jiang Ji, wake up."

"Jiang Ji, Jiang Ji ......"

One call after another, as if it was far away, as if it was only in the ears.

In the incredulous eyes of everyone.

The snow-clad monk raised his hand and held the girl's head, and his thin red lips covered it, and he kissed it gently and strongly.

It's so quiet that you can hear the sound of a needle dropping on the ground.

Fu Yue's fingers gradually lost their strength.

The sword he was holding in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Her eyes were blank and confused.

The cold ink pupils regained focus for a moment, and looking at the enlarged handsome face opposite, Fu Yue was stunned for a moment.

Reason gradually returned.

The beautiful and charming peach blossom eyes gradually turned into a normal color.

Fu Yue opened her lips, wanting to ask, "Why are you here?" , Between the intertwined breaths, the red lips just overflowed with one word.

"Hmm......"

Other people who were lucky enough not to die.

They were all stunned.