He was gone.

In mid-air, Jun's face was bitter.

After all, he still violated the orders of the sect, and he couldn't do it, so he couldn't deal with Zhou Aoshuang.

Zhou Aoshuang looked at the back of him leaving and shook his head.

Chen Zhengting really has nothing to say to himself, he is infatuated and willing to take risks, which is very moving.

It's a pity that I don't like him.

Why?

I can't say it myself.

"Hehe......" Suddenly a chuckle sounded.

In the midst of laughter, a blue-robed young man appeared opposite Zhou Aoshuang, his face was like a crown of jade, handsome and compelling.

As soon as he appeared, Zhou Aoshuang frowned, his body tightened, and he felt a great threat, like a sheep seeing a tiger.

She was not only surprised, but also unconvinced.

The old monsters who have just cleaned up the Cave Immortal Sect, even if they are not the first in the world, they are still the top in the world.

Why do you feel this way when facing this blue-robed youth?

Could this guy be far superior to himself?

"Who are you?" she said coldly.

"Senior Brother Chen is really useless, alas, ......" The handsome young man shook his head and sighed: "After all, I can't do it." ”

"Kill me?" Zhou Aoshuang said coldly: "You are a disciple of Baiyun Peak?...... There are three disciples of the younger generation of Baiyun Peak, Chen Zhengting is one of them, and you are the other, Song Zhengfan?"

"Ice and snow are smart. The handsome young man smiled: "No wonder Senior Brother Chen is fascinated!"

"You Baiyun Peak knew that he didn't do it, so you sent you to kill me?" Zhou Aoshuang chuckled: "It is said that Baiyun Peak has an authentic demeanor in the world, and it is really upright!"

The handsome young man Song Zhengfan ignored her sarcasm, looked at Chen Zhengting who was far away, and sighed: "I hope Senior Brother Chen won't complain about me!"

Zhou Aoshuang slowly exercised.

"It's useless!" Song Zhengfan shook his head.

He turned around suddenly, and he had already stepped in front of Zhou Aoshuang, and a streamer flew out of his sleeve, as fast as thunder and lightning, and appeared in Zhou Aoshuang's heart in an instant.

Zhou Aoshuang wanted to hide, but it was too late.

"Huh!" the streamer shot through Zhou Aoshuang's chest without hindrance.

Zhou Aoshuang forcibly moved a foot, avoiding the vital point of his heart, and let the flying knife shoot through his lungs.

As soon as the lungs were shot through, the strength of the whole body quickly dissipated.

Zhou Aoshuang flew up and spewed out a bloody arrow in the air.

A stream of heat gushed out from the small hole, which quickly circulated in the body, dispelling the feeling of weakness and regaining strength.

She glared at Song Zhengfan angrily.

Song Zhengfan had already stepped into the air and slapped it with one palm.

The cold light that was shooting into the distance suddenly turned its head and shot back.

Zhou Aoshuang's body was surging with strange power, she glared at Song Zhengfan coldly, her jade fingers flicked, and her movements were elegant.

A golden finger force popped out.

"Ding ......" sounded, and the golden finger force hit the cold light.

A throwing knife appears in the air.

But it was a small knife as thin as a cicada's wing, about the length of a little finger, trembling, and the blade was flowing with luminous light.

This glow is both beautiful and heart-palpitating.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding ......" golden fingers hit the banana like rain on the knife, making the cicada-like knife tremble, hanging in the air without falling.

"Hmph!" Song Zhengfan's face was solemn, as if a layer of frost was shrouded.

He was deeply attached to the throwing knife, and the pressure of the flying knife made him feel the same way, and the continuous force of his fingers seemed to hit him.

The blade suddenly brightened, and it was about to dispel the finger power.

But the golden fingers were extremely sharp, ignoring the expulsion of the luminous light, and still struck the blade steadily, causing it to stop and not move.

"You dare!" Song Zhengfan shouted angrily.

He finally understood Zhou Aoshuang's thoughts, and he actually wanted to destroy his Heavenly Soul Sword!

The Heavenly Soul Knife is sent by one's own spirit, and the Heavenly Soul is sent.

The Heavenly Soul Knife is like an arm and a finger, like its own body, its speed is like electricity, its power is amazing, and it is almost indestructible.

But once destroyed, his Heavenly Soul will be damaged, and among the three souls and seven spirits, once the Heavenly Soul is damaged, he will become a fool.

He has always been very relieved, and he is not afraid that others will destroy his soul knife, and it is indestructible!

But this golden finger power was so weird that it made him feel pain and threat, and if it continued like this, the Heavenly Soul Sword would really be destroyed by her.

"Hmph, see if I dare!" Zhou Aoshuang was still flying, getting farther and farther away from the Heavenly Soul Knife, but the distance couldn't delay the speed of his finger force.

Ignoring the distance, the golden finger power accurately hit the Heavenly Soul Knife, causing the glow of the Heavenly Soul Knife to gradually dim.

"Look for death!" Song Zhengfan's white jade-like face turned red, as if he had been smeared with a layer of rouge.

His eyes were already bloodshot, and the Heavenly Soul Knife suspended in the air suddenly flashed and disappeared in place.

"Poof!" he spurted out a mouthful of blood and slammed his drink: "Sure!"

Zhou Aoshuang stagnated.

At this time, the Heavenly Soul Knife had already appeared on her chest.

Song Zhengfan's eyes were already dripping with blood, and the green tendons seemed to be about to drill out of his skin.

The handsome face has become hideous and terrifying, as if it wants to devour people.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding ......" In the sound of several clear sounds, several fingers were intertwined in front of Zhou Aoshuang's chest.

As soon as these fingers were blocked, Zhou Aoshuang's concussive blood qi also eased, and his face was gloomy and cold, glaring at Song Zhengfan.

This time, he almost died, and if he didn't have the help of these fingers, he would have been stabbed again.

In the ripples, Yuan Ziyan flashed beside her, her jade hand probed lightly, took off the Heavenly Soul Knife in the air, and turned her head to look at Zhou Aoshuang: "Sister Zhou, you are still too tender." ”

Zhou Aoshuang blushed and was hot.

I have a proud cultivation but I can't give it into play.

The Heavenly Soul Knife trembled and struggled, wanting to escape from Yuan Ziyan's jade hand, but unfortunately, no matter how it struggled, it could never get out of Yuan Ziyan's palm.

She lightly held the Heavenly Soul Knife and smiled at Song Zhengfan: "Against this kind of guy, as soon as you come up, you will have to kill you, like me!"

She reached out with her other hand and clasped her palms together to clamp the Heavenly Soul Knife between them.

A golden light lit up between his palms.

The golden light was fine at first, but it became brighter and brighter as it went, and finally it was dazzling and impossible to look at.

"You dare to ——!," Song Zhengfan roared.

"Why don't I dare?" Yuan Ziyan smiled, and the golden light of the jade palm was even brighter.

"Ah——!" Song Zhengfan screamed.

He felt that there was a saw constantly sawing his head, and it was extremely painful to cut himself open.

Yuan Ziyan smiled: "What's so strange about this knife?

There is a strong spiritual power on the knife, but no matter how strong the spiritual power is, how can it be compared with the master.

The river-like spiritual power poured into his palms through his mind, turning into a demon seal.

It seems to work very well.

"Looking for ——! death" Song Zhengfan was bleeding from the corners of his eyes and mouth, looking terrifying, gritting his teeth and pounced on Yuan Ziyan.

At this time, he seemed to be a different person from the previous handsome and calm him.

Yuan Ziyan dodged left and right, and Song Zhengfan chased and pounced behind him.

Yuan Ziyan suddenly poked into his right palm.

"Bang!" the white jade-like palm was in the center of Song Zhengfan's eyebrows.

This palm was abrupt and fast, Song Zhengfan had been tortured to the point of a trance, but he couldn't react, and he was slapped.

His body froze for a moment, his eyes filled with astonishment, and then quickly extinguished.

"Sister Yuan!" Zhou Aoshuang cried out in a lost voice.

Yuan Ziyan withdrew his palm, turned his head and smiled at her, "What's wrong?"

"Him?"

"Dead. ”

"Can ......" Zhou Aoshuang hesitated.

"He wants to kill you, and he almost succeeded," Yuan Ziyan said with a smile: "I am on the orders of the old man, and I am here to help you take his life." ”

Zhou Aoshuang watched Song Zhengfan's vitality cut off and stop in place like a statue, inexplicably feeling a little weak.

This is a disciple of Baiyun Peak!

"Look at your little bit of ambition!" Yuan Ziyan smiled like a flower: "The disciples of Baiyun Peak can't be killed?"