The villain has a white moonlight

"This... is the Cloud Piercing Arrow! It is the Cloud Piercing Arrow!" Someone in the crowd cheered.

"There is still a cloud piercing arrow in the world! That's great!"

"Everyone is saved!"

Wang Huan raised his hands and squeezed the formula, and the golden hidden spirit formation on the ground disappeared, and Suzaku and Chizhang merged into one, reverting to the growth sword.

He turned sideways slightly, and the gust of wind blew the Suzaku robes rattling: "This is the last cloud-piercing arrow."

"It is also the last hope for the complete destruction of the dust-observing mirror." The moment Dong Gongfu raised her bow and set her arrows, she no longer looked weak like a woman, her eyes were as bright as stars, with a firm expression on her face.

Wang Huan's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but his tone remained calm: "If you want to destroy the mirror, it shouldn't be now."

Donggong Shenyue stepped forward, stood in front of Donggong Fu, and sighed: "Ruoxi, you've worn out too much, don't force yourself on, leave the rest to us."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Huan's internal and external injuries could not be suppressed at last, and the disadvantage of his physical damage burst out, and he vomited red on the spot.

"metropolitan!"

"Sect Master Wang!"

"East Palace... No... No!" Wang Huan put his long sword on the ground, tried his best not to fall down, and no longer had the usual arrogant attitude, his complexion was a little tired and pale, and he gasped slightly: "No."

"Wang Huan, I'm sorry, the dust-observing mirror shouldn't exist in the world, the past... can't be repeated." Dong Gongfu said with tears in her eyes.The fingertips have been strangled by the bowstring to drip blood.

"East Palace..." Wang Huan tried to lift the sword, but he had more energy than he wanted.

The cloud-piercing arrow on the string was like a comet sweeping the clouds, bringing out a misty brilliance, screaming and rushing towards the round mirror in the sky, hitting the center of the mirror, everyone held their breath, looking at the sky with black clouds surging.

The flying arrow and the round mirror were in a stalemate in the air for a while, and finally the silver light suppressed the red light of the mirror, the blood was no longer there, and the mirror turned into powder, like luminous silver flakes falling from the sky, all of them disappeared before reaching the ground Exhausted.

The heavy clouds parted from the sky, and the entrance of the alien space under heavy pressure disappeared in an instant. The group of demons stopped their voices, and the demon atmosphere was swept away, and cheers erupted from the crowd.

The young man holding the ground with his sword looked at the shining silver arrow floating in the air, raised his sword and staggered two steps, finally exhausted, fell to the dust, the gorgeous and incomparable Suzaku clothes and the flamboyant brown The long red hair is stained with mud.

"Wang Huan!" Dong Gongfu threw away her bow, rushed over, knelt on the ground and lifted her friend to lean on her shoulders, and with trembling hands, she took out the heart-protecting pill she carried with her and asked him to take it, "Uncle Eleven! Help !"

"Ah! Good!" Donggong Shenyue also rushed to protect her body with luck, but was injured by the retrograde martial pulse in Wang Huan's body.

"Uncle Eleven...I'm sorry." Dong Gongfu wiped Wang Huan's face while crying, and summoned the medicine box with the other hand, and rummaged through it randomly to find the right medicine: "I was in a hurry and forgot ten Uncle Yi, you also have a serious illness."

Donggong Shenyue waved her hand, went to the medicine box to find the pills and took them, she blamed herself: "It's also my fault for my ignorance and lack of skill, I can't help Xiao Ruoxi too much, helpless!"

Dong Gongfu was weeping, and as she flicked her bright wrist, thin and cold lights shone, piercing into various acupoints, and when she was fighting with the king of Hades, the silver needle replenished her life.

While everyone in the Immortal Sect was sighing, another person noticed something strange in the air and said in a trembling voice, "Piercing... the cloud-piercing arrow, how could it be!"

The long arrow stopped in mid-air, with cold light flowing, but its shape was changing, the body of the arrow was gradually distorted, and the arrowhead and arrow feathers joined end to end, forming a ring shape.

The next moment, piercing ice needles grew rapidly from the body of the arrow, and the ice covered, stretched and entangled, and within a moment, the empty ring was filled, like a jade plate hanging in the air, and the mirror surface was frost-cold in nineteen states.

"Ha! The real dust-observing mirror has finally appeared!" Wu Siyue, who was watching the play, spread her fan and smiled happily.

When everyone was shocked, the wind emissary started to move, and with a wave of the peach blossom fan, the flat ground suddenly blew up. Wu Siyue stepped up on the wind, stretched out his hand to take the mirror, but was forced back by a saber light.

"That is to say, why did the master ask me to come back? It turns out that there is such a good thing!" Luo Yafeng held the double crescent moon sabers in his hands, blew his bangs, smiled wickedly, and there was unstoppable excitement in his heterochromatic pupils look.

"Luo Yafeng, how dare you disobey the hall..." Wu Siyue's fan retreated to the ground, with a hint of anger.

"Ha, Fengshi, you should be your servant of the gods! I am like a flower in a mirror falling into the wind, and now I only obey the Lord of Yanmo City."

"It's you again!" Someone in the crowd shouted, "You brat, don't go too far!"

"That's right, it's me again, fellow daoist, calm down, I was also kept in the dark before!" Luo Yafeng said with a smile: "Compared to my scheming lord, I am as pitiful and innocent as you all. Helpless little white rabbit!"

"you you you you you!!!"

"What about me? I am following orders. If you have any grievances, why don't you go to Yanmo City and talk to my lord Baiye Wuyan·Huangquan?"

The other party was so angry that he blew his beard, but he didn't dare to make a move.

"...Luo Yafeng, that's enough." Dong Gongfu looked down at her friend who was already unconscious, and said sadly: "This round, you guys have won completely."

Luo Yafeng glanced at Dong Gongfu with disheveled hair and disheveled body, his smile faltered, then he shrugged and continued to laugh heartlessly: "Yeah, it's a miserable loss for you guys to do the right thing this time."

Even if the dust-observing mirror is right in front of you, the righteous people on the cliff, no matter whether they are resentful or unwilling or have other ideas, are powerless to compete.

"I reminded you earlier that you can be invincible only if you are a man and a ghost. The more you worry about, the more fetters you have, the worse your end will be. Sect Master Wang is the most typical example!" The round mirror was about to swing the saber to make some moves, but a faster saber light flashed and slashed straight at the dust-observing mirror.

"Lan Er..." Dong Gongfu raised her head and lowered her voice: "I know, I know."

Between sorrow and joy, I can't make a sound.

Standing on top of the maple tree, the young man is holding a gorgeous exotic scimitar. His figure is straight, his red clothes are like flames, his skin is as white as snow, and under the cover of the red maple tree, he looks even more beautiful. Qi.

The dust-observing mirror, which had been standing still, seemed to sense the danger coming, and retreated quickly, but was pierced by the scimitar following the blade, and was firmly nailed into the middle of the comma on the steep mountain wall "This place is dangerous, do not get close to other fish".

The mirror burst out with red light, and blood sprayed out from the crack in the blade, and then the blood color filled the water like a rushing river of blood, and there were more blood waterfalls hanging upside down on the mountain wall.

The battle between the peerless treasured sword and the head of the fairy weapon was going on quietly and strangely. Everyone on the Cliff of No Return held their hearts together. The dust-observing mirror was firmly nailed to the long knife. Silver butterflies, peach blossoms scorching eyes.

There are more and more cracks in the mirror, spreading like a spider web, and the crescent-shaped long scimitar also has cracks. Countless ghosts cry and howl, screams and roars resound from the mirror, resounding through the cliff of no return, deafening , and even the whole mountain shook with the ground, and rocks collapsed.

The wrestling between the knife and the mirror finally reached the critical point, the mirror shattered at the sound, and the red-clothed shadow on the maple tree moved, like a red bird lightly landing on the ground, with a fragment of the mirror between the slender fingers, cold light flowing.

Wu Siyue and Luo Yafeng, who were waiting by the side, also each grabbed a piece of debris and quickly retreated from the scene. The other pieces fell like meteors across the sky.

As for the people who had just left the death pass, they were more grateful for their survival. Amidst the tears and cheers in the crowd, someone shouted: "Mr. Lan, thank you!"

"Put away your gratitude, I came back to win the mirror." Ji Wuxian said lightly.

The man who seemed a bit taciturn had a simple and honest smile: "Whatever, I only know that in Lianwu Mountain, not returning to the cliff, my life was saved by you."

"Heh." Ji Wuxian put his heart back into the sheath, turned around and left.

"Ji Wuxian! What have you done to Fu Mengsheng?!" Some people dared to shout.

"What do you think?" The young man in red didn't even look at that person, and his tone was calm.

"You...you killed the Taoist priest?!" The man trembled, "The devil is indeed a devil, so vicious that he can brutally kill even a powerless person!"

Ji Wuxian didn't answer, she closed her eyes and grasped the mirror fragment in her hand, strands of cold air permeated her palm.

Seeing him silent, everyone's heart tightened.

"Cruel killers who have no strength to restrain chickens?" Ji Wuxian stopped, and laughed in a low voice, his voice was like snow and frost on a winter night in March and September: "If you don't tell me, I still forgot."

All the people present were puzzled, and saw that he turned back with a cold face and went to Dong Gongfu's side. They were even more worried, but they were all silent because they were afraid of the dark ghost.

Dong Gongfu had already supported the dying Wang Huan to get up, subconsciously took two steps back, her eyes were red, and she said softly: "Lan Er..."

The other party raised his hand, and slapped Wang Huan hard on the heart: "This palm is the revenge of the buried bones."

Everyone at the scene turned pale with shock, Donggong Shenyue shielded the woman who was blown away by the palm wind, and sighed endlessly.

"You..." Wang Huan woke up directly from this palm, and stared at the person in front of him dying. Although he was struggling to speak, his expression was neither sad nor bitter.

Ji Wuxian didn't give him time to speak, and took Wang Huan's collar and raised his palm again: "This palm is to repay the pain of a stick in Lianwu Mountain." The red clothes were flying, and the silver wristband showed the murderer Distorted face.

The latter has no strength to fight back, and the rest of the people also have no ability to stop the ghost head, only panic and suffering.

"The third palm, break the friendship between you and my classmates, old friends." Ji Wuxian took Wang Huan, and hit his heart with heavy palms one after another. After this wound, the latter vomited red on the spot and coughed up blood.

"It's over, it's over, now... Sect Master Wang may not survive."

"It's the sky that wants to kill my right way, the sky wants to kill my right way!"

Seeing this situation, everyone present beat their chests and stamped their feet, but they didn't dare to step forward to stop them a little bit.

Ji Wuxian didn't answer, and let go of his hand indifferently. Wang Huan, who had lost his support, staggered two steps. The Wang family members stepped forward to help, but was waved back, and the Suzaku long sword turned into a scepter, so that he could stand still.

"Why..." Wang Huan's voice was a little hoarse: "I don't want to explain..."

"Explain what?" Ji Wuxian's golden eyes were full of waves: "I don't have the answer you want here."

"Then next time we meet, you and I will fight again!"

"I hope you, Sect Master Wang," Ji Wuxian turned around, and said coldly, "You can live until then."

"Ha." With a chuckle, there are endless mixed feelings and mixed feelings.

The young man in red stepped on the blood stains on the ground, and walked away calmly. The people around gave way one after another, not daring to say a word, they all stared blankly at the tall and straight figure, passing through the fiery clouds and hazy clouds woven by maple leaves, and did not enter the depths. Lin, never see you again.