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Sure enough, someone was waiting.

While thinking about who came, Ruan Qingjue covered the wound pierced by the long needle and retreated carefully.Unexpectedly, the second long needle flew over and pierced his leg, forcing him to half kneel and be nailed to the ground.

The long needle that hurt him was not a magical weapon, it was used by gods and demons, but the snow-white color of the whole body was the favorite of gods.

He only felt that the seemingly harmless rain was weakening his speed of action, and sighed in his heart, did he offend that great god again?

If he didn't need two brushes, I'm afraid he would have explained it here long ago.

The thing on her body was a bit long, and Ruan Qingjue, regardless of her injury, grabbed the long needle on her leg and wanted to pull it out, but she was shocked by a divine force.

His consciousness was in a trance with divine power, and he almost passed out.

It's really just to open a dyeing workshop for some color, he is also a monster who sees gods and kills gods, and kills demons when he sees demons!

Ruan Qingjue flicked her long sleeves, and drew out a snow-white long sword.The first exposure of sword energy actually smashed the ground directly, and he staggered a little with his legs still pierced with needles, so he stood still.

At this time, the long needle was fired again, as unhurriedly as before, but it was aimed at his heart.

Ruan Qingjue brushed her finger over the blade of the sword, and a white sword shadow came out first, blocking the long needle from coming.Then the slender sword reached the tip of the long needle, completely strangling the future force.

In an instant, the long sword hummed lowly, and the shadows of the sword continued like lotus flowers with two pedicles.

The sword's light was awe-inspiring, and it summoned a lot of snow, which actually sealed the long needle inch by inch.With a crisp sound, the three long needles shattered simultaneously.

Ruan Qingjue changed her usual mischievous appearance, held a sword in one hand, and let the wind send away the dust in her palm with the other.He frowned and looked at where the long needle came from, but that person didn't intend to appear just then, instead rested for a while, and the long needle goddess rushed over like flowers.

This kind of dumb fight is not Lishou's style, so the two dogs have to beat gongs and drums when they fight.And this person has such a girly air from beginning to end, always wandering on the road of killing and pretending to be coercive.

Ruan Qingjue injected divine power into the blade, and the injured leg seemed to be intact.With a sudden force, he leaped up and used his sword intent to gather the long needles into a bundle and crush them together.

The long needles are continuous but it is not as straightforward as before. One life is ten, ten is white, and the sword shadow slashes lightly but finds that it is just a phantom.

Ruan Qingjue fell back to the ground. Although her white hair rose and fell, it was as beautiful as a peacock spreading its tail.

The long sword has already screamed after bullying more and less, as if he was complaining about this black-hearted murderer on behalf of his master.

He poured his divine power into the blade again, and the sword shadow slashed out, cutting the cloud into two.

The clouds retreated to both sides with the offensive, and the rain stopped abruptly.

Ruan Qingjue's heart tightened, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his nose. He regained his senses and raised his sword to block the fatal blow. The people behind him summoned sharp weapons again, and at the same time, the two swords blocked all attacks of Ruixue Sword.

The colder the man's eyes grew, the silver pupils closed gently, and the two swords were pulled away at the same time.

Ruan Qingjue withdrew the attack forcefully, the sword energy grazed the man's cheek, but his body softened because of the backlash, and then thousands of arrows pierced through his heart.

The author has something to say:

Ruan Qingjue's fighting power is still very strong, but it's a pity that she can't fight God