Tang Wan felt that she should follow her, and maybe she could find out the master behind them.

However, at this moment, she saw a white jade flute appear in Leng Qishuang's hand, it was this Si Ming flute that controlled Yue Rin and robbed him of his sanity, Leng Qishuang also wanted to use him to take the Nuwa Stone on his body.

She couldn't help but show up and attack at once.

Leng Qishuang was taken aback, but she reacted quickly and immediately turned over and dodged.

"Tang night? How dare you come back here! ”

"You also said that you are coming back, why can't I come back to my place? Leng Qishuang, you used the Si Ming Flute to play a cup on Yue Rin, do you think he loves you? You're ridiculous! ”

"Looks like you've heard it all, am I ridiculous? The real ridiculous person is you, he will never believe you anymore, if you dare to come here as a primordial god, then I don't have to wait until the wedding day. ”

Leng Qishuang put the Si Ming flute to her lips, she slowly blew out a song, its rhythm was like a knife, and hit the door of Tang Wan, Tang Wan's Yuan Shen had not yet cultivated into an entity, and its sound blade hit, she immediately blocked it with a reverse stab, this magic weapon was one with her spirit and flesh, and it could be carried with her.

At this time, the wood spirit seed in the reverse life thorn bloomed, and a transparent lotus flower blocked her in front of her, blocking the sound blade for her.

Seeing this, Leng Qishuang twisted her eyebrows slightly, she applied spiritual power to the Si Ming flute, and the sound of the flute was immediately substantial, and layers of sound waves were added to the piercing ears to attack Tang Wan, and the next moment, she was so shocked that her eyes widened, and the lotus petals in front of Tang Wan's body spread out layer by layer, blocking all her sound blades, not to mention, a long sword was condensed in the middle of the lotus.

Although she didn't recognize the sword, she was shocked to feel the pressure increase dramatically.

At first, Leng Qishuang had a hint of contempt when she saw Tang Wan, after all, she now has an artifact in her hand, and Tang Wan is a primordial god.

If she seriously injured her, she would have taken a bad breath, but what shocked her was that she once again underestimated Tang Wan, and the artifact in her hand was not just the Nuwa Stone.

The sword was about to stab at her like a bamboo, and the sound of the cold frost flute suddenly changed, Tang Wan only felt a sudden pain in her brain, her movements gradually slowed down, and then it seemed that there were countless voices hovering in her head, and the voice instantly turned into thousands of sharp blades, cutting her heart, her heart was shocked, and a trace of blood overflowed from her lips.

Leng Qishuang was overjoyed when she saw this, but she suddenly heard footsteps from outside, and then the flute sounded slowly, Tang Wan stabbed the Demon Sword into her chest with all her strength at this moment, Leng Qishuang blocked it with the Si Ming Flute, she dodged an inch, and the Demon Sword avoided her heart and stabbed into her chest.

She was dressed in red, and she didn't see any blood, but Tang Wan's purpose was the Si Ming flute.

The Demon Sword bought her time, she was about to pass, the door of the main hall was suddenly opened, Leng Qishuang called Yue Rin's name bitterly, and the next moment, Tang Wan only felt that a black shadow flashed, and she was swept aside, only having time to withdraw the Demon Sword.

Looking at it intently, Yue Rin was holding Leng Qishuang, her face full of pity: "How are you, Shuang'er?" ”

Tang Wan only wanted to vomit blood, thinking of the words of the cold abandonment frost before, she couldn't help but shout anymore: "Brother Rin! You sober up! Leng Qishuang lied to you, she used the Si Ming Flute to play a cup on you! ”

Yue Rin was about to raise her head, Leng Qishuang grabbed his hand tightly, she covered her wound with the other hand, blood pooled out between her fingers, and there was obvious panic in her eyes, the sword wound was heavier than she thought. I want to talk with more like-minded people about "Fast Wear Poison: The Cold BOSS Can't Be Moved", WeChat pays attention to "Youyue Literature", chats about life, and looks for confidants~