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"Since you sent it to the door by yourself, you can't help but escape again!" The elder said, and with a wave of his hand, many monks attached to the Presbyterian Church immediately stepped forward behind him, surrounding Shi Mu and Huarong.

The people around Shi Mu and Hua Rong immediately dispersed to show that they have nothing to do with them.

The competition in the arena has stopped, and everyone is paying attention to the movement here.

The monks continued to approach, but they saw that Hua Rong didn't even have a posture of guard, just holding the sword in the umbrella, looking quite calm and calm, not to mention Hua Rong, the whole person looked lazy.

The monks were immediately irritated, they winked at each other, and quickly walked a few steps forward, only to find that everyone could not move!

Surprised eyes passed among the monks, but they couldn't even utter a word, and they couldn't even make a cry of panic. Others only felt that they stopped suddenly after looking at each other, and they were still puzzled.

The only one who was not in doubt was Huarong, who shook Shi Mu's hand and whispered, "Thank you."

Shi Mu rolled his eyes: "There's no need to say thank you." The intimacy in it is self-evident.

The monks were even more shocked. They couldn't move, but this seemingly harmless and beautiful man did it? !How did he do it? !when? !

The most feared thing in the world is not death, but not knowing how to die.Because this means that you are just like an ant in front of the other party, and the disparity between the two is like a moat!

The monks stood there, wordless panic spreading in their hearts, they couldn't escape, they couldn't die.

Huarong and Shi Mu acted as if nothing had happened, one was still holding the sword while the other yawned.

Both of them had no intention of killing innocent people indiscriminately, but it was enough to trap people.

Now the others finally felt something was wrong.

Someone tentatively approached, but found that as long as they got close to the monk's encirclement, they couldn't move at all, even if they retreated.

The discussion sounded again.

"What, what's the situation!"

"Demon law, this must be demon law!!"

"How is it possible! Can't even move at all?! It's a lie..."

"That person... is not human!! He is a monster!!"

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"I don't think so."

Among the many discussions of surprise or fear, a voice sounded, even with a smile.

The voice was a bit familiar, Shi Mu and Hua Rong also followed the prestige.

She Yue blinked: "Long time no see!"

"It turned out to be the half-demon She Yue!"

Someone recognized him.

As a half-demon, he is most qualified to say this.

She Yue sat on the low wall in front of the stands, with one leg cocked on top of the wall, her body lying limply on her lap, facing Huarong, she raised a hand: "The magic is not like that." She said , a purple-black flame emerged from the palm of his hand, burning fiercely, exuding a biting chill.

Immortals live in accordance with the will of heaven, but monsters live against the sky!

Immortals are pure, but demons are extremely evil.

Now anyone can see the difference between the two.

Although I don't know her, but being able to attract the half-demon She Yue naturally proves that this trick is not easy!

The master of Bixiao Pavilion snorted coldly: "It's nothing to just shrink in your own shell, it's better to fight in the arena." It seems that the people who are pinned can't break through the predicament, and they don't dare to approach rashly, and they choose to be aggressive.

Huarong was unmoved.

"Ring arena? You mean to stop?" Shi Mu smiled, "Are you kidding me?"

Even through the gauze, one could see the pale face of the master of Bixiao Pavilion.

No one would have a good face if this kind of shady little thought was said to be true.

"Huarong, it's better to fight them directly," Shi Mu said, but the next sentence was to the master of Bixiao Pavilion, "It doesn't matter whether you live or die, how about it?"

"It's so arrogant!"

"Pavilion Master, hurry up and get on the stage! Kill this devil!"

The owner of the Bixiao Pavilion hadn't spoken yet, but the crowd was already shouting.

"If you win, we will respect you as the leader of the alliance!" Whoever shouted it first, there was a burst of shouts in the stands.

"Respect as the lord!"

"Respect as the lord!"

The master of Bixiao Pavilion was moved, and now there are many masters gathered in the martial arts competition. Although she has practiced hard for a while, she has already thrown away Chang Le who is shoulder to shoulder with her, but she is still not very sure in the end.

If he could be directly honored as the leader of the alliance, he would have nothing to say about coming to the Presbyterian Church.

The master of Bixiao Pavilion still didn't speak.

"What's the matter? Are you afraid?" Shi Mu provocatively said, "If you can't even beat the son of the devil, what kind of alliance leader are you? It's really laughable!"

The master of Bixiao Pavilion weighed the pros and cons in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to be very bold: "Okay! I'll meet you for a while!" After finishing speaking, he took the lead to fly into the ring.

Huarong also stood up.

Shi Mu patted him: "Wait a minute," Shi Mu took his sword, tapped it lightly, and put it back in Huarong's hand, "A small gift."

Huarong smiled and flew onto the ring.

The master of Bixiao Pavilion has been famous for a long time, even if Huarong's strength is strong, he is much higher than Hua Jiuqi back then, but he should not take it lightly.Now draw your sword and fight.

Everyone felt the cold light, and they couldn't help sighing: "What a sword!" Only later did they realize that it was Hua Rong's sword.

A trace of greed also flashed in the eyes of the master of Bixiao Pavilion, and it became more and more inevitable to win.

Only Huarong knows that his sword is not from a famous master, and he has not cherished it too much over the years, it is not a good sword.

And the cold light lingering on it is probably the aura of the immortal.

There was tenderness in Huarong's eyes.

She Yue can also be seen, the half-demon is always more sensitive.

She Yue smiled knowingly, seeing the ending.

Huarong swung the sword with her hand, and threw out a sword wind. It was just a test, and she really felt much easier.The master of the Bixiao Pavilion calmly avoided it, and his heart relaxed a lot - it turned out that it was just a trick.

Huarong flung out a few more sword winds, carrying her own energy and the spiritual power from Shi Mu, and rushed towards the master of Bixiao Pavilion.

The master of the Bixiao Pavilion dodged again, and rushed a few steps to attack. Unexpectedly, Huarong had a second move!

The master of Bixiao Pavilion was eager to attack, so he ignored Huarong's quietly emitting sword energy. Although it was not strong enough, it was better than nothing.By the time the Bixiao Pavilion Master finds out, it's too late!

Several sword auras came towards his face, and the master of Bixiao Pavilion had no time to dodge, he could only watch helplessly as the wind blade touched the tulle on his face, and a scream was choked in his throat.

The tulle was chopped inch by inch, revealing the true face hidden under the gauze.

The master of Bixiao Pavilion finally let out a scream, a shrill voice like that of an old man.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!"

The master of Bixiao Pavilion covered his face and quickly squatted down, and the fairy-like skirt on his body also drew a beautiful arc in the air.

Huarong didn't take the opportunity to attack, but stopped.

Although the master of Bixiao Pavilion quickly covered her face, her appearance was still seen...

When the owner of the Bixiao Pavilion first became famous, she was a well-known beauty in the Jianghu. She had a curvy head and eyebrows, and her skin was fat.

But not long after, the master of Bixiao Pavilion chose to cover his face. Although the children of Jianghu are informal, it is not uncommon to say that they cover their faces.What's more, the beauty is half-covered, and there is a kind of beauty that wants to refuse and welcome. Who wouldn't like it?

Now it is only ten years since the master of Bixiao Pavilion became famous. Qi practitioners are physically strong, ten years will not bring any changes to them.

Unexpectedly, when I saw the face of the master of Bixiao Pavilion again, it was the face of an old man—the skin was covered with wrinkles and stains, and the creamy smoothness could no longer be seen, the eyelids began to droop, and a pair of red phoenix eyes It turned into triangular eyes, no longer seductive, and the eyeballs showed a vicious and resentful look, which made people feel fearful, and the temples were also stained with gray, showing a sense of gray and defeated.

This is obviously not normal.

After all, the Changle Elder who is the same age as him still looks like a young girl. This can be seen as early as when Changle was knocked out of the ring by Huarong.

Hua Rong who was closest could see it more clearly.

Originally, he was still wondering why so many people wanted to put Hua Jiuqi to death.Now he finally understands...

The word longevity, for ordinary people, does not represent longevity at all.

Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hatred, desire, these words are always inseparable from human beings.

And longevity seems to be the only way to get relief.

If you live for a long time, you will naturally get money, power, and the strength that others can only cultivate in a few lifetimes, and live to the point where you look down on the world and surpass ten thousand people.

Why not happy? !

This is the magic of time.

However, especially for women - eternal youth, what a temptation, who can be an exception?

Obviously, the master of Bixiao Pavilion was not among them.

A steady stream of comments hit Bixiao Pavilion Master, her withered and wrinkled hands were clenched tightly, her veins were exposed, and she couldn't help trembling.

She hates it, hates it so much!

The secret she had painstakingly kept was broken up by Huarong in just one meeting!She is no longer that Fairy Bixiao. In the world, she has become an ugly old woman who can only be reduced to a laughing stock!

How can she bear this!

"I want you to die—!!" It was still a hoarse voice, which made people feel chills in their hearts, and their hairs stood on end.

The master of Bixiao Pavilion stood up at once, and with his five fingers forming claws, he dug towards Huarong. He didn't care about his face at all, and went straight to his heart!

Perhaps it was because of the grief and indignation that the master of the Bixiao Pavilion was several times faster, and for a moment he didn't even have time to dodge Huarong, so he could only turn his body slightly to avoid the vital point!

The shoulder was pierced, and blood flowed down.

Huarong frowned, but didn't make a sound.Shi Mu's eyes widened angrily, but he didn't move a bit.

He knew that Hua Rong would not want him to intervene.

The revenge of killing his father can only be resolved by himself!

But this woman... Shi Mu clenched her hands tightly, don't try to escape life by death!

Huarong thrust out a sword with the other hand, forcing the master of the Bixiao Pavilion back, and she also jumped back, pulling away from him in an instant, quickly tore off the sleeves and tied them tightly on the shoulders, the blood flow temporarily stopped down.

Huarong twirled her wrist, ready for a quick fight!

It was only a few seconds before and after Li Bixiao Pavilion's pavilion master suddenly exploded. In this short period of time, Huarong's speed has increased by several layers. How can this not be shocking? !

This person cannot stay!

Many people in the martial arts arena have secretly had this idea.

Shi Mu snorted coldly.

For a moment, everyone felt a biting chill, and they were so frightened that they didn't know what was going on, and they forgot what they had thought before.

If he can't solve anything else, he can still do this kind of trivial matter for him!

The two on the field continued.

The master of Bixiao Pavilion was on the verge of madness, he didn't dodge at all, facing Huarong's sword light, he was about to attack, Huarong couldn't play this move, so he had to retreat and look for an opportunity to kill him with one blow.

For a while, the situation was deadlocked.

The master of the Bixiao Pavilion became more and more agitated, and his attacks became more reckless. Several times, he bumped into the Huarong sword by himself, and his body was covered with bruises.

Huarong's situation was not much better, and the madness of the master of Bixiao Pavilion was not completely useless, the wound on Huarong's shoulder was even deeper, and her lips were already turning white.

Can't delay any longer!

Huarong simply stood where she was, squinting her eyes to watch the movements of the master of Bixiao Pavilion.

The master of the Bixiao Pavilion was exhausted, his steps were already messy, there were no rules at all, and he was full of loopholes!

Huarong raised the sword, only looking at the right timing, and pierced directly into the throat of the master of Bixiao Pavilion, the sword slipped, and the corpse was separated!

Even until his death, the master of the Bixiao Pavilion still had a crazy and ferocious expression, and he did not rest in peace.

The column of Bixiao Pavilion on the umbrella was finally completely crossed out.