The broken sword that was thrown out by Fu Yue's backhand was more than ten times more powerful than that person, and the man's eyes widened in horror, as if there was a nail under his feet, and he could no longer move half a minute.

Everyone's breath was held.

The dagger didn't reach the man's chest, but ...... Intercepted in mid-air.

It was a slender white hand.

There is a string of inky black and holy Buddha beads on the wrist, lining the wrist bone, which is getting whiter and whiter.

Everyone's eyes fell on this man.

Including Fu Yue.

But when he raised his eyes, Fu Yue was stunned.

The person who came was a man dressed in snow-colored monk's robes.

The appearance is extremely good-looking, so it is amazing to see that it is a pity that such a beautiful person in the world is actually a monk.

Step by step lotus, laughing can't understand the edge of the dust, the wind bird is not as good as the flower moon.

Holy, cold.

It is like a Buddha on a high level, and in his indifferent eyes, he is full of compassion for this common being, and the calm of the ancient well without waves cannot be blasphemed.

Fu Yue: "......"

It's over, her little sweetness has become a monk in this life, and she is going to be lonely for the rest of her life.

The snow-clad monk pinched the broken sword with two fingers, threw it to the ground casually, and then turned his head indifferently.

Put your hands together.

The light-colored lips were closed one by one, and the voice was so cold that it did not carry any emotion.

"Why should the donor go on a killing spree?"

This tone of tone made Fu Yue feel a headache.

Fan Xiu raised his eyes and indifferently glanced at the girl who was staring at him directly, in those beautiful and clean eyes, there was no emotion, only a faint compassion for her.

…… Compassion.

What the hell is this?

Fan Xiu's eyes made Fu Yue feel pain in her eggs, although she didn't have eggs.

The rebellious mentality came up all at once.

"Monk, what do you care about me?"

As Fu Yue spoke, with a wave of her sleeve, a fierce attack went towards the person who had just drawn her sword and stabbed her.

may be influenced by Jiang Xi's own personality, the cruelty in Fu Yue's heart has also been stimulated, and she is ruthless at all.

The man wanted to kill her.

Heh, how could she possibly let him live?

The snow-clad monk's eyes swept away, his delicate brows frowned slightly, and his thin lips spit out four words of displeasure and sorrow, "Stubborn." ”

He waved the scepter he was holding.

Everyone only saw that the white shadow in front of them flashed.

Fan Xiu lightly raised his snow-white palm, and used his strength to block Fu Yue's attack.

The two slapped each other in the air.

The powerful coercion spread instantly, and just the aftermath of this palm made the people around them dizzy, and those who could not do it could even spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Fu Yue took two steps back.

The monk on the opposite side did not move at all.

The girl in red raised her hand to cover her chest, her beautiful eyes were raised, and she looked at Fan Xiu with a very complicated look, and a touch of blood gradually overflowed from the corners of her red lips.

System 677 is playing dead.

Lord Heavenly Dao's life is over again.

This is worse than ever!!

The first time they met, he slapped the host directly and vomited blood.

The light ball glanced at the blood on the corner of the girl's lips.

silently put a stick of incense on the way of heaven in his heart.

Fan Xiu withdrew his snow-white fingers, pinched the fingers holding the scepter slightly, and between his eyebrows, doubts flashed.

He didn't feel any spiritual power fluctuations in this person.

Squinted his eyes slightly, his gaze fell on Fu Yue's body without the slightest emotion, and he looked at it a few times.

Fan Xiu instantly understood the reason.

The girl ...... It's a demon.