"Cousin, are you okay?" the void shook faintly as the man spoke, making a strange "click" sound.

"It's not good...... Yun Xiang turned around, her delicate beauty face was moved, "I don't want to cry for you." ”

The man was stunned: "Why are you crying for me?"

"If you die, can I not cry?" said Yun Xiang sadly.

The implication of this is nothing more than that men are no match for Xiao Wuji.

The man was not angry, but smiled bitterly: "If I can beat you with a few tears, I will have no regrets even if I die." ”

Yun Xiang opened his mouth, but shook his head, and turned around again: "Yun Yiru, I seriously call you cousin, I have seriously thought about it, and I have thought about it for one hundred and fifty years...... We really, really can't do it, please stop worrying about me and him, okay, I don't want you to live in pain......"

Crystal tears swirled in his eyes: "Forget me......"

Yun Yiru is the eldest young master of Yunshan City.

Although the two are called cousins, in fact, Yun Xiang has no blood relationship with him, and even has nothing to do with Yunshan City. Because of her surname Yun, Yun Xiang once joked that she had no father or mother, and she had been an orphan since she was a child, maybe she was Yun Yiru's distant cousin.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart.

Yun Yiru has been serious about this for hundreds of years, and loves her as a real cousin.

Hearing such hurtful words, Yun Yiru's eyebrows were slightly gloomy, he pursed his lips and was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "I once said that I am willing to fulfill all your wishes, if this is your wish......"

He gazed affectionately at her back as if it were about to be carved into his bones, then turned and took a step towards the void, which quickly cracked and stitched back together before disappearing.

However, Xiao Wou-Ki remained unmoved.

Yun Xiang stood in the wind for a long time, and suddenly asked, "If you hadn't lied to you that I was a casual cultivator, would you be with me?"

At this moment, the two of them looked up at the same time, and their figures retreated at the same time.

Whew――

In his ears, there was a sharp roar unique to the energy body when it rapidly broke through the air, and a pillar of light that looked like lightning but not lightning, like flame but not flame, hit the original foothold of the two.

The lone pine disappeared in an instant, and the pillar of light crossed the lone pine and hit the bottom of the valley head-on, making a loud "boom". A fiery red shock wave visible to the naked eye suddenly spread out in all directions, destroying mountains and rocks, and was invincible everywhere it passed, and the entire circular valley was razed to the ground in the blink of an eye.

The residual smoke curled, and Yun Xiangqiao's face changed slightly, and when he looked up, he saw a half-human, half-demon monster falling from the sky.

When he had reached a certain height, she saw the man who had come clearly, and saw that he was about two feet tall, as majestic as a giant, with long fiery red hair like a steel mane, and his upper body naked, revealing the lines of his volcanic body, and his fiery red eyes were as striking as lanterns in the night, revealing cruelty and rage.

Yun Xiang couldn't help but gasp: "You're a hook sickle!"

The image of Gou Sickle is too conspicuous, as long as you look at it, it will be difficult for anyone to forget, in the era when the portrait of the commander of the three major legions is hung all over the streets and alleys, Yun Xiang naturally recognized him at a glance.

Gou Yao didn't even have the interest to look at Yun Xiang, and glared at Xiao Wuji: "Humble reptile!"

His interest in Xiao Wou-Ki was not very high, but it was an unsurpassable feat to kill Xiao Wou-Ki before Wen Ying and Feng Yin, which made him excited. After receiving the report of his subordinate ghost general before his death, he immediately abandoned the front line and rushed here.

In the past, Xiao Wuji would have fled far away after killing the ghost general, but today he did not leave.

In Gou Yao's eyes, Xiao Wuji is not even a small soldier, just an ant that can be crushed to death on the side of the road.

So after his voice fell, he raised his hand to strike, and saw that his palm spit out a dazzling aurora, and he could feel some kind of inexplicable heat from a long distance, not the kind of blazing of flames, but the blazing heat of anger that boiled to a certain extent and made people feel clearly.

Aurora let out a sharp roar, with a fury that could burn everything, rushed towards Xiao Wuji.

Xiao Wuji was not panicked by the arrival of Gou Sickle, it was better to say that there was no word "panicked" in his dictionary. But he was so calm and calm, as if he had known that Goosickle was coming.

His left hand was behind his back, and his right hand calmly released the hilt of his sword and raised his fingers. The flying sword came out of his hand, shooting like lightning, and swept out a sharp edge that penetrated people's hearts.

The tip of the sword spit out sword light, colliding with the aurora emitted by the hook sickle, and the muffled explosion of "bang" followed, and the sound exploded at an exaggerated speed, turning into a violent air current, scraping Yunxiang back several zhang distance.

With this blow, the gap in cultivation is reflected. The flying sword could only barely resist the sudden advance of the aurora, and the two clashed fiercely, holding each other for a while.

"Mole ants!" Gou's voice seemed to have some kind of magical power, and the aurora suddenly became thicker, and the flying sword was pushed backwards in an instant.

What else can happen to a flying sword that has lost power?

But at this moment, Xiao Wuji's sword pointed forward, and countless transparent small swords appeared visibly around his body, charging away like thousands of horses.

The flying sword seemed to have gained infinite power, and let out a high-pitched trembling sound, and the aurora was instantly cut in half, and the flying sword was castrated, and it came to the door of the hook sickle in the blink of an eye.

This time he didn't have time to react, his strength was very strong, but he was not a monk, and he was still very unfamiliar with the monk's methods, especially the sword cultivator among the monks.

In his consciousness, since he personally went out, Xiao Wuji should be crushed to death like a reptile. This thunderous counterattack, unexpectedly, he realized that it was too late when he was counterattacked.

The flying sword stabbed Gousick's chest head-on, and a drop of blood gushed out from the wound and fell to the ground.

Rumble!

The blood erupted like a volcano, making unimaginable movements, blasting a huge crater in the ground.

Xiao Wouji's eyes were fixed on Gou's wound, the blood was bright red, like hot magma.

But the flying sword pierced only two inches, and it was no longer surmountable.

"Ahhh

His face turned red like a flame, and the lines of his bare flesh glowed.

Gou Sickle grabbed the flying sword with his hand, and stared at Xiao Wuji, roaring, "Damn it, damn it, damn it...... You're damn ......"

Xiao Wuji immediately made a decision, and with a hook of his sword, the flying sword suddenly flew backwards unwillingly.

Bang!

The void exploded rapidly, and Goosick's mountain-like figure leapt forward rapidly, angry flames rising to make him look like a moving active volcano.

He didn't need any skill or supernatural powers, his body was the strongest means. In his path, the void was as fragile as a single skin, and he peeled it open with great force, and the void turbulence in his path erupted like black magma.

The flying sword roared back into Xiao Wuji's hand.

Xiao Wuji stood with his sword in his hand, and the countless transparent swords "buzzed" to his side, like a colored ink drawing, suddenly becoming distinct, as magical as a physical entity.

If Su Fu was here, he could see at a glance that these transparent small swords were all covered with a layer of sword gang.

And that's just for a moment. In other words, it only took Xiao Wuji a moment to transmit sword intent to those small swords through the passage in the underworld, causing them to condense their sword gangs.

Rumble!

The volcano crashed into the sky, a crimson, vivid volcano on one side, and a deep, dazzling sword gang on the other.

The two-color light energy soars into the sky, each occupying half of the country.

In the fierce collision, the volcano became more and more violent and powerful, but the sword gang disappeared at an exaggerated speed, like a light that has been extinguished, irretrievable and irremediable.

When the compensation cannot keep up with the consumption, the gap in cultivation is reflected. Judging from the current situation, Xiao Wuji will be defeated if he can't last three breaths, how can the most ferocious commander in Jiao Prison be idle?

But if this scene falls in the eyes of the world, I am afraid that Xiao Wuji will be terrifyingly jealous. You must know that Gou Sickle's strength is not at the level of the Great Grandmaster, and the two ordinary pure yang powers may not be able to kill him.

After two years of campaigning, the strength of the three commanders has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The strongest is Wen Ying, whose strength is on par with Lu Dongyun, followed by Gou Sickle, who once broke the encirclement set up by Han Xuzi and Xuan Shang Venerable with one blow.

In the past two years, the rumors of Xiao Wuji's breakthrough in sword intent have spread more and more widely, and no one knows about it. Sword intent and sword light differentiation are two completely different realms, but not many people know what the difference is. Because, it has been too long, too long since there has been such a sword cultivation that has broken through the third realm, and even Lu Dongyun is still at the level of sword light differentiation, so you can imagine its difficulty.

And the scene in front of me is the difference between the two.

Yun Xiang was fortunate enough to see this scene, and he couldn't help but tremble, and he didn't know whether he was happy or scared. She looked at Xiao Wuji's gaze becoming more and more complicated.

Seeing Xiao Wuji's pale face getting paler and paler, he knew that no matter how powerful the other party was, it would be impossible to block the Hook Sickle for too long.

She exhaled softly, and pulled a bell half the size of a palm from her storage bag, like a brass bell.

Jingle bells!

The bell swelled in the wind, becoming as big as a real bronze bell, and the constant crunch turned into a clear ripple with the naked eye, dissipating the heat emitted by the volcano, and with difficulty reached the top of the head of the sickle.

Although the heat around Gou Sickle's body was an aura that he unconsciously exuded, even if he was a pure Double Tribulation Grand Master here, he might not be able to move.

Therefore, Yun Xiang's face quickly lost its bloody color. First, the aura was consumed in huge quantities, and secondly, the pressure of the aura fell on her, like carrying a volcano, how could it be easy.

And the bell trembled as if it would shatter at any moment.

The more this is the case, the more deeply she realizes the disparity.

"Give it to me!" she let out a coquettish cry with all her strength.

Under the huge pressure, the bell made a pleasant crisp sound of "jingle bell", spitting out waves of sound visible to the naked eye, and actually fixed the hook sickle on the spot.

Xiao Wuji's pressure dropped sharply, his brows furrowed slightly, but he immediately took the opportunity to put away his sword, and his body jumped over the hook sickle, turning into a sword light, wrapped in Yun Xiang and fled away.

Before the two left, the bell "banged" and exploded into powder.

Oh!

Goosickle let out an inhuman roar in the direction the two had fled, and chased after them.