The passers-by are vicious

"After thousands of years of practice, I still can't get rid of my emotions. I have brought disaster to the world because of love."

While Duanmu Jie was performing Shushan's unique skill of subduing demons, countless sharp sword energies flew like meteors towards Rong Hao who was trapped in the formation below. At the same time, he let out a long sigh, and his words were full of emotion and regret.

However, at this moment, deep in Rong Hao's heart, he felt very disdainful of the words of Duanmu Jie, the old Taoist from Shushan.

In his opinion, the people of Shushan are always sentimental. They appear to be compassionate on the surface, but in fact they are extremely hypocritical and artificial.

"Humph, I'm willing!"

With an angry roar, Rong Hao's body was suddenly shrouded in thick black fog, which quickly condensed into the shape of a huge dragon. It opened its bloody mouth and swallowed all the attacking sword energy effortlessly.

Duanmu Rong's face was as pale as paper, and her body was shaky as she stood outside the formation. She tried her best to maintain the true energy in her body, and did not dare to relax at all, for fear that the binding formation would dissipate.

However, although Duanmu Rong and the Shushan disciples have tried their best to trap Rong Hao in the formation, the Shushan elder Duanmu Jie is still helpless against the demon dragon Rong Hao.

All attacks were easily blocked, and it was extremely difficult to seal him.

Just as she was thinking about what to do next, she heard a "click" and the courtyard door hung with red silk slowly opened.

Xuan Du, dressed in a bright red wedding dress and holding an ice sword in his hand, walked slowly out of the yard.

His temperament was still as cool and elegant as ever, as if he was still the high-spirited Shushan in the white Taoist robe...

"Senior Brother!" Duanmu Rong cried out in surprise, and then all the Shushan disciples looked at Xuandu with surprise.

Xuan Du seemed not to have heard anything. He raised his head, his handsome face expressionless. He just glanced at Rong Hao who was trapped in the formation, then swung his sword...

The ice-containing sword drew a beautiful arc in the air, carrying a sharp sword energy, and stabbed straight towards Rong Hao.

The sword was as powerful as a rainbow, with such might that it seemed to tear the entire world apart.

However, facing such a powerful attack, Rong Hao did not show any fear.

On the contrary, the corners of his mouth actually rose slightly, and a strange smile appeared on his evil face...

That smile was filled with complex emotions, jealousy, murderous intent and sarcasm intertwined.

Rong Hao's body exuded a powerful aura, and the power around him erupted like a volcano, breaking through the binding formation in an instant.

This surging force raged like a violent storm, its violence was astonishing.

The Shushan disciples who formed a formation were simply unable to withstand the impact. They were knocked flying, fell heavily to the ground, blood spurting out of their mouths, and were unable to struggle to get up for a while.

The moment Duanmu Jie sensed the danger, he swung the sword in his hand without hesitation and quickly stood in front of his daughter Duanmu Rong.

Despite the huge impact, he managed to block the blow with his strength and determination, but he himself was also seriously injured.

He tightly covered his shaking chest, looked up in astonishment, and his heart was filled with turmoil. He never expected that the dragon just now did not use its full strength, but deliberately played tricks on them! Duanmu Jie suddenly felt ashamed, and a strong feeling of shame and anger surged in his heart.

At this moment, Duanmu Jie no longer cared about the pain in his body. He could not bear being teased by the dragon.

Anger made him lose his mind. Duanmu Jie immediately shouted at Xuandu who was floating in the air and confronting Rong Hao: "Xuandu, this demon dragon has committed many evil deeds and harmed the people. We must not let it continue to do evil! You don't need to show mercy. Use the sealing technique quickly to subdue it and bring it back to the Shushan Demon Suppression Tower to ensure peace in this area!"

Xuandu is acknowledged by the sect leader himself as a man with a destiny and great fortune, and is on par with the Black Flood Dragon, who also has a destiny to become an immortal. This makes him an excellent candidate to subdue the Black Flood Dragon.

However, Xuan Du seemed not to hear it and just confronted Rong Hao in the air.

Rong Hao's black hair fluttered in the wind, and his thin lips beneath the black dragon mask curled up in a slight sneer: "What do you mean by this? Don't forget, you have long since returned to secular life and are no longer a disciple of Shushan. Are you going to break your promise?"

Although his body was floating in the air, Xuan Du's posture was still straight and upright. The icy sword suspended behind him made bursts of sounds, as if it was ready to be unsheathed for a fight at any time.

Xuandu's expression was calm, his eyes were cold: "I am indeed no longer a person from Shushan."

Rong Hao stared at the cold face with jealous eyes, gritted his teeth and asked: "Then what do you want to do?"

"Of course I am already her husband, and we have already been married. From now on, everything she does will be solely my responsibility."

Only when Jiang Wanwan was mentioned did Xuandu's handsome face reveal a hint of gentleness.

Hearing the meaning behind his words, Rong Hao sneered. He looked at Xuan Du with a sneer and sarcasm: "I want to see how you are going to take responsibility for her."

As a deafening dragon roar sounded, a dazzling white sword energy flickered in the air. The powerful force fluctuations made the surrounding space become distorted and blurred, as if the whole world was about to be torn apart.

Duanmu Rong and others below could only look at the sky in horror. Their sight was blocked by the terrifying force. They could only vaguely see deep sword marks and low dragon roars remaining in the sky.

The sky at this time was no longer as tranquil and peaceful as before, but was divided into two completely different parts.

On one side was the dark area where Rong Hao was. The endless darkness spread across the sky like ink, making people feel depressed and fearful.

On the other side was the bright white blue sky area where Xuandu was located, and the white sword light illuminated the entire sky.

"I can give up what you can't do for her, and I'm willing to do what you can't do for her. What else can you do for her?"

As Rong Hao waved his hand, the dark clouds in the sky condensed into several dragon figures, opening their mouths and rushing towards Xuandu.

Facing the dragon shadow rushing over, Xuandu's expression remained cold and indifferent. "There is one thing I can do for her, but you can't..."

He raised two fingers and started to fight with the sword. The shadow of the ice sword began to change, one became two, two became three... and finally it turned into a circle and surrounded Xuan Du.

With a wave of his finger, thousands of swords fell like rain, interweaving together densely to form an impenetrable sword net, sweeping towards the phantom of the open-mouthed dragon.

The two forces collided, and when the shadow of the dragon was shattered and dissipated, Xuan Du opened his mouth and said, "I will... and you can't..."

"What…."

I don’t know what Xuan Du said in the last sentence. Rong Hao’s black eyes under the mask were stunned at first, and then silent for a moment. He covered his face with one hand and took off the black mask dragon.

His slightly upturned phoenix eyes were revealed, and there was a look of relief on his charming and handsome face.

The rose-colored thin lips that always had a hint of a smile and a bit of evilness opened slightly, and said in a firm tone: "Xuan Du, you'd better do what you say, otherwise I will... go back to her again."

At the moment when Rong Hao's figure was swallowed by the sword light, the black dragon mask in his hand fell rapidly from the air and flew into the courtyard like a black lightning.

At the same time, his figure was also drawn by Shushan's sealing technique, like an invisible force, and was sucked into the black box covered with talismans that Shushan used to seal monsters.

The black box that fell to the ground was surrounded by rolling black fog, as if it was a chaotic dark abyss.

The black mist continued to roll and stir, forming the shadow of a black dragon, emitting bursts of low roars.

Then the whole box began to vibrate violently, as if trying to break free from some restraints.

Just as Duanmu Rong and others were standing in the distance watching and not daring to step forward, many eyes flashing with golden light suddenly appeared on the black box that had been vibrating for a long time.

These eyes have vertical pupils, just like dragon eyes, revealing the mysterious dragon power.

They stared closely at Xuan Du who was slowly falling from the sky, as if they were examining him, or as if they were conveying some information or warnings and reminders.

"Don't forget our agreement."

As Rong Hao was sealed in the demon-suppressing box, all the monsters in Jiayang Town began to retreat outside the city as if they had received an order.

However, among the departing figures, there was a charming red figure standing quietly on the roof. It was the female demon who had fought with Xuan Du.

At this moment, she was staring at the county magistrate's mansion with eyes filled with complicated emotions.

"Is this your choice?" she murmured softly, as if she was asking herself, and as if she was asking Rong Hao who was trapped in the demon-suppressing box.

There was a hint of helplessness and sadness in his voice, as if he was disappointed with the result.

Then she sighed deeply and her figure gradually became blurred.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a ball of blood mist and quickly fled out of the city.

The blood mist left a red trail in the air, like a gorgeous ribbon, and like Rong Hao's freedom gradually disappearing into the distant sky.

The next day, Jiang Wanwan didn't get up from the couch behind the red bed curtain until the sky was bright.

She walked barefoot to the window, slowly pushed it open, looked at the black dragon mask placed there, and was silent for a long time before reaching out to pick it up.

The beads in her body seemed to flicker for a moment, and finally disappeared.