Zhuo Yan believes that his cultivation is profound, the dark night fire is sharp, and he has always been arrogant, but today he saw that the woman in pink was charming and lovely, with outstanding swordsmanship, and suddenly fell in love, so he made a flirtatious speech, and he didn't want the woman in pink to give him no face at all, so his handsome face immediately floated with a layer of ice, and sneered:

"Let's see who doesn't know whether to live or die, let me teach you a lesson today, this stinky girl who doesn't know the height of the sky. ”

Without waiting for Zhuo Yan to make a move, the small sword in the pink-clothed woman's hand flew out suddenly, the sword light flashed, the sword was uncertain, and it shot towards Zhuo Yan's head.

Zhuo Yan's movements were extremely fast, his left hand once again swung out a pale blue flame in the sky, and at the same time, with a flip of his right hand, a black long sword had already appeared in his hand. His right hand was injured by the sword qi, and the flow of spiritual power was not smooth, and the operation of the Netherworld Night Fire was not enough, so that he had already used his left hand to make the Netherworld Night Fire.

The pink woman attacked again this time, but it was not at all like Shicai's dipping and leaving, but the sword light was vertical and horizontal, opening and closing, and the swords and swords were all going and not returning, leaving no room for the slightest. She is dipped in sword skills, and can range the light of the sword, although Zhuo Yan can inflict a lot of damage on the pink sword when every Nether Night Fire attacks the pink sword, but it can't completely damage the pink sword. The pink sword is too fast, if he can't destroy one of them, and he is close to the sword, the only thing that awaits him is death.

Although Zhuo Yan was very angry, he was completely powerless to fight back by the unreasonable attack of the woman in pink. Zhuo Yan, who had always been arrogant, had been suppressed like this, and after a while, the anger in Zhuo Yan's eyes became more and more intense, and he suddenly handed over the black long sword to his left hand.

The next moment, Zhuo Yan inhaled violently, exhaled, and the light blue flames on his body were great and then darkened, and a light blue fluctuation surged from all over his body towards the black long sword, and the surging blue flames on the long sword instantly ignited, which was actually similar to Li Wufeng's blood-colored killing intent, but it was unknown which was more powerful.

The pink-clothed woman's face showed a solemn look, and the small pink sword suddenly retracted and hung three feet above her head.

The blue flame on the long sword in Zhuo Yan's hand was already a few inches high, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the long sword, as if the entire surroundings were only the existence of him and the long sword, and he could no longer see anything else.

After a tenth of a breath, Zhuo Yan suddenly raised his head, and the long sword in his hand pointed forward sharply. The tip of the long sword churning with blue flames trembled slightly, and he saw a blue fire dragon rushing out from the tip of the sword like a river and a sea, instantly turning into three zhang long and several feet wide, shaking his head and tail, and rushing towards the woman in pink.

After this blow, the black long sword in Zhuo Yan's hand was immediately covered with cracks, and his face became pale, and he almost had no strength to stand. Zhuo Yan's heart moved, and a golden bell shadow appeared around him, and it was actually a demon bell.

After sacrificing the Demon Bell, Zhuo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, sat cross-legged on the ground, took out an elixir and threw it into his mouth, and then began to recover his spiritual power.

After the blue fire dragon pounced on the other side, the woman in pink flashed sharply, and suddenly stretched out her slender hand, and made a move into the air, holding the pink sword in her hand.

In the surprised and envious eyes of several people in the distance, the woman in pink screamed coquettishly, her wrist shook hard, and then the small pink sword suddenly grew rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it became more than a foot long.

After it grew up, the hilt of the pink big sword did not change thick, but gradually became larger from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and a rounded chamfer was adducted at the tip of the sword, and finally a trace of edge was condensed on the tip of the sword, which looked quite powerful.

The next moment, the woman in pink folded her hands and held the pink long sword in her hand, her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, her expression was straight, and she was bewitching and delicate.

The blue fire dragon roared and rushed over a distance of four or five feet, and the blazing heat burned the surrounding air slightly and twisted slightly, which was terrifying. However, when the blue fire dragon that looked infinitely powerful approached the pink-clothed woman two feet in front of her, her eyes suddenly opened, and two pink sword rays shot out from her eyes and flew towards the blue fire dragon.

The pink-clothed woman's long sword also slashed down forcefully at this time, and the moment the pink sword touched the blue fire dragon, the huge pink long sword suddenly disappeared from her hand. At the same time, a huge pink sword suddenly appeared out of thin air above the head of the blue fire dragon, and then slashed downward.

The blue dragon was very agile, it seemed to sense the threat of the pink sword, and its body swayed, trying to dodge the slash. But when the two pink sword rays touched it, they suddenly exploded and surrounded its huge head.

The blue fire dragon's movements immediately froze, and in this extremely short period of time, the pink long sword slashed down without hindrance.

The blue fire dragon let out a wail, and was forced to cut off the dragon's head by the pink long sword.

At the same time, Zhuo Yan, who was looking at this scene, was about to split, gritted his teeth hard, and the huge body of the fire dragon and the broken dragon head exploded together when they were about to get out of control.

The sky was full of blue flames, and a huge pink sword shone brightly, smashing the blue flames countless times in an instant, and finally turned into nothing.

Zhuo Yan only felt that his eyes were dark, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He forcibly urged the blue fire dragon to explode at the right time, just because he wanted to rely on the Nether Night Fire to completely destroy the pink sword, and he didn't want the pink sword to directly ignore the Nether Night Fire after the blue fire dragon self-detonated, but directly smash all the Nether Night Fire.

For the Fire God Sect, all fire spells are to find a certain fire first, and then use it as a basis to raise a wide variety of powerful flames. Use the flames you raise to cast fire-based spells, which are far more powerful than ordinary fire-based spells. It's just that the flames that are bred are also different from the flames that are transformed by spiritual power, and if you use them too much at one time, you will need an extremely long time to recuperate before you can gradually recover.

Zhuo Yan, the right talent, released the Netherworld Night Fire that he had accumulated for many years in one fell swoop, and he had the idea of destroying the weapon of the woman in pink. He had already seen that the pink-clothed woman's sword skills were all long-range attacks, but he tried his best to avoid close combat with him, so that he planned to destroy her weapon, first let her lose the most powerful long-range attack method, and then slowly rush forward to concoct her. But he didn't want the woman in pink to be so difficult, so he killed the blue fire dragon alive within three or two moves, and under the anger and anger, coupled with the backlash caused by the blue fire dragon's self-explosion, Zhuo Yan suddenly spit blood from his mouth, and the injury was not light.

The coldness on the pink woman's face flashed again, and the pink sword was raised high and slashed at the bell shadow.

Zhuo Yan's face finally showed a look of horror, this pink long sword slashed the blue fire dragon with one sword, causing him an extremely strong impact, and when the long sword attacked again, he knew that with the ability of the Demon Bell, he could not withstand this slash.

With his life in jeopardy, Zhuo Yan's face changed one after another, and he finally lowered his arrogant head: "Daoyou stop, I'm here." ”

The woman in pink didn't pay attention to it at all, and said lightly: "I knew this was the case, why bother in the first place." ”

Zhuo Yan was a little flustered for a moment, and actually threatened: "If Daoist friends kill me, just wait to face the endless pursuit of the Fire God Sect." If the Taoist friends let me go, I can act as if nothing happened, and I will send the elixir and magic weapon as compensation for offending the Taoist friends. ”

The chill on the pink-clothed woman's delicate face flashed again, and the pink long sword was merciless and slashed down.

The nine people around him let out an exclamation of "ah" in unison. In the midst of everyone's screams, the pink long sword easily shattered Zhong Ying and slashed at Zhuo Yan's head.

Zhuo Yan's handsome face was suddenly full of madness, and he yelled: "Slut, you forced me, then let's die together." With a flip of his wrist, a dark blue bead appeared out of thin air in his palm.

When the woman in pink saw the round bead, her face changed slightly, and she said softly: "Netherworld Yin Thunder", but she didn't panic, the long sword continued to slash, splitting Zhuo Yan's sword. Under the unparalleled power of the pink long sword, Zhuo Yan's bones were left by this sword, and the flesh and blood turned into droplets, and the muscles and bones turned into ashes, scattering all over the sky.

But as he was dying, he threw the dark blue orb at the woman in pink.

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