Chapter 879 (1/2)

The red light flashed in the alley, and the deep lane became more strange. After a moment, the lane was calm, as if nothing had happened.

Then there was a dull sound in the night.

Xixie sword fell on the ground, Fang wanwei sat at the wall root, and she glared at Mingshu bitterly, ”if you can kill me, if you don't kill me today, I will make you regret it.”

Mingshu arranges her clothes, and the bells on her wrist jingle with her movements.

Smell speech, she looks up slightly, frown a smile, ”that how interesting, you are not easy to get life.”

“……”

Fang didn't respond any time later.

All she felt was the cold air rushing from the soles of her feet to her forehead, and her brain was buzzing and blank.

Lianjing didn't know when he was next to xixie sword. Xixie sword was like a little girl being bullied, shivering on the ground.

The red light constantly overflows from xixie sword and enters the body of Lianjing sword.

The power of each other can be devoured by organs.

But

In the view of Changsheng, Lianjing is a powerful sword. It's a bit regardless of identity to make such a thing?!

”Pa!”

Even the mirror threw himself on the ground again.

That's enough to eat and drink Cheap.

The light of xixie sword was dim. Fang Wan also felt the weakness of xixie sword. However, she was immersed in Mingshu's words just now and had no energy to manage xixie sword.

Mingshu is ready to go back, even the mirror suddenly Shua fly up, with the speed of lightning, toward the fangwan stab in the past.

Fang evening instinctively felt the danger and waved his hand to let xixie sword fly to block the mirror.

Xixie sword has just been swallowed up by Lianjing. Where is Lianjing's opponent? ”Pa” fell to the ground.

Even the mirror will stab into Fang Wan's body.

The tip of the sword stopped in front of Fang Wan's chest, and the mirror was grabbed.

In the evening, her breath was freezing and her back was sweating.

Mingshu's eyes half squint at the sword in his hand. He doesn't even struggle with the mirror. He lets Mingshu drag it back.

She picked up Fang Wan, picked up her sword and took people back.

What if you throw it here and get killed?

Take care of the snack coupon.

Mingshu took Fang Wan back to the courtyard. The disciples of Wuji sword sect were surprised and gathered around her one after another. Their anger was hard to hide. ”In July, what did your elder martial sister do in the evening?”

Mingshu was brilliant for a moment Love to do. ”

Mingshu gave back both the man and the sword to them, ”don't ask me to ask for xixie sword again in the future. I'll make a fake at a cost.”

The disciple holding the sword: --

Don't you have another one in your hand?!

And that one looks more real?!

They looked at Fang Wan, who was almost unconscious, and the dim xixie sword

What the hell is going on here?!

In the middle of the yard, Cui liu'er has stopped howling, lying on the ground, looking a little pathetic.

But in her past that moment, Mingshu saw Cui liuer raise his head.

A pair of red eyes, full of vicious hate and madness.

She had a cracked lip.

I can't hear her, but I can see what she's saying from her mouth.

”I want to go out and go.”

”I want to go out and go.”

”She said she was going out.”

Mingshu suddenly turns around and says to the people standing by the array.

Cui liuer:

The disciples guarding the array were very strange. Why did no one drive her away? Isn't this a magic cultivation? Is it really OK to stay here?

Cui Liu Er lowered her head and her long hair blocked her face. She looked from afar like a ghost on the ground.

Mingshu slowly sways back to the chair under the eaves in the eyes of the disciples guarding the array.

She put the mirror into the soil beside her, ”don't tell me, what patriarch did you kill?”

Even the mirror shook.

Disgust means a lot.

Mingshu looked at it with a smile, ”then how can you become someone else's duanxu sword? Where is duanxu sword? ”