Practice starting from the villain female supporting role

"Do you want to catch her and threaten Qianyunzong? It's really a good idea!"

Ying Ziluo lowered his brows and eyes, and a curve was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, you are really smart, but how do you know you can catch her?"

If she hadn't given him a chance, did he think he could succeed?
It's just a clown, but...

Feeling the pain from his body, it was rare for Ying Ziluo to want to kill someone so much.

However, not yet!
After paying such a high price, she needs enough rewards, otherwise she doesn't mind slaughtering the world.

The magic technique of three yuan seeding, the magic is born from the heart.

At this moment, she is a demon.

And her plan had only just begun.

The blood-stained white clothes once again stepped into the void, and the black hair fluttered, as if the head of the Nine Nether Demons descended from hell.

However, the figure in white disappeared into the void in an instant, as if even the space was folded directly, without leaving a trace of waves.

The elder of Wanlingzong was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't expected it, his old face suddenly became serious, like a ghost crawling out of hell: "You still want to run? That requires you to have this ability."

Fighting Qi surged all over his body in an instant, the air was torn apart into a rumbling sonic boom, and he chased away with huge momentum, leaving only the elders of Liuyunzong and Bloodjianzong looking at each other.

Both of them were extremely fast, and in an instant, there was no trace of the original sky.

Seeing that both of them disappeared, the elder Liuyunzong stopped the offensive in his hands, glanced at the elder of the Blood Sword Sect, and the two looked at each other, and found that they both didn't know why, but they had a common understanding, that is:

Big trouble!

It's been a day or two since Qianyunzong and Wanlingzong have been at odds, but they haven't reached the point of drawing their swords, but now...

The elder of the Wanling Sect unexpectedly attacked the young master of the Qianyun Sect!

That is the young master of Qianyun Sect, the future successor of Qianyun Sect.

How could Qian Yunzong give up and let go?
Maybe a bloody storm that swept through the four major middle gates and the two empires will start here!
What a crime!

Both of them looked at each other and understood what the other was thinking, and then they stopped trying to stop the tide of beasts, soared into the sky, went directly to find the disciples of their own sect, and brought them back to the sect.

Eventful autumn!
It's better for them not to participate in this battle!

……

At this moment, Ying Ziluo, who fled in a hurry in the eyes of others, was walking leisurely in the void.

But even walking is almost like moving in space, one step at a time and one hundred meters away.

Ying Ziluo looked up at the people behind him who seemed to be unable to catch up, and stopped from time to time to wait for a while.

At this time, the Elder of Wanlingzong completely lost the complacency he had at the beginning, looking at the white figure that was always not far or near in front of him, a majestic anger gushed out of his chest.

"The Young Master of Qianyun Sect, right? When you fall into my hands, I will see how I deal with you."

Ying Ziluo strolled in the courtyard, walking the elders of Wanlingzong like walking a dog.

She is not in a hurry, she has plenty of time to play with him.

I just like the way you gnash your teeth in anger because you can't understand me and can't kill me.

It's like charging interest.

The Golden Crow falls to the west, the Jade Rabbit rises to the east, and in the blink of an eye, the stars have quietly scattered in the night sky, competing with the stars for glory.

The elder of Wanlingzong was already out of breath at this time, looking at the figure in front of him who was always not far away, he gritted his teeth angrily, but there was nothing he could do.

She is obviously just a yellow-haired girl, how can she run so well?
It has been nearly three hours, and he has survived as a majestic Dou Huang, but the one in front is still hanging unhurriedly where he can see.

Shouldn't...

The elder of Wanlingzong was shocked by his flash of thought in an instant.

No, no, it's impossible!

If that's the case, how could she not be stabbed by his sword, but...

Looking up, the Elder of Wanling Sect subconsciously swallowed the figure that was shining like a will-o'-the-wisp in the night sky.

No, we can't go on like this!
In an instant, the elder of Wanlingzong stopped the chasing figure, turned around and wanted to run.

But how could Ying Ziluo, who had already noticed him, make him happy?
At this time, the Golden Crow fell to the west, and the Moon Rabbit rose to the east, casting a layer of soft light on the whole earth. The soft moonlight carried awe-inspiring murderous intent in the eyes of the elders of the Wan Ling Sect.

A figure in white clothes like a will-o'-the-wisp suddenly floated in front of his eyes, his face was like a bright moon, and his pair of star pupils reflected the light of the moon, shining like stars, but the scarlet blood stains on the spotless white clothes were not at all inappropriate , is still as magnificent as in the daytime, but a little more strange.

The corners of Ying Ziluo's mouth curled up into a graceful curve, but it seemed that the god of death in hell was asking for his life: "What? You want to leave after stabbing me with a sword?"

Seeing being blocked, the Elder of Wanlingzong knew that he couldn't leave easily, and his old face instantly turned evil.

"court death!"

The fierce sword light was mixed with Pokongsheng, stabbing towards the winner like a rainbow piercing the sun.

however

'Puchi'

The expected sound of the long sword piercing the flesh did not come, but the severe pain from behind brought him back to his senses instantly.

An already old face instantly wrinkled into a chrysanthemum, blood spurted from the mouth, blooming a human-loving flower of hell in the moonlight.

Ying Ziluo let go of his hand lightly, as if he thought it was dirty, he took out a white square towel and wiped his plain fingers carefully.

In the dim moonlight, Ying Ziluo wiped his fingers clean with a white square scarf.

The person next to him had a long sword stuck in his chest, and his blue luxurious gown was covered with blood. He stared at her with wide eyes like a vicious dog.

As if he had finally wiped his fingers clean, Ying Ziluo raised his head and said lightly, "How does it feel to sneak attack?"

"you……"

The elder of Wanlingzong tried his best to raise a finger and pointed at her, but swallowed before finishing a sentence.

A pair of round eyes stood out on the old face.

Don't rest your eyes!

Until his death, he didn't understand how it was possible for Mingming to be so powerful when she was just a yellow-haired girl, so she silently killed him with the most common move of a sword.

Obviously his body can't even be broken by an ordinary fighting king!

Ying Ziluo threw the scarf casually, and it was as if the moon god descended under the hazy moonlight, but at this moment she was frowning and looking at the long sword on the chest of the corpse.

This... do you want to take it back?
But what if it feels dirty?
Forget it, she won't need a sword for Ying Ziluo, don't need it, it's too dirty!

If the elder of the Wanlingzong knew that Ying Ziluo despised the sword that killed him so much, would he be a fake corpse?
But he won't know, because he is completely dead!

Under the hazy night sky, Ying Ziluo was dressed in white clothes, but the lapel of the chest was stained with a large amount of blood, blooming like a coquettish flower from the other side, feeding on blood.

Above the void, the corners of Ying Ziluo's mouth curled up, his starry eyes staring into the distance.

There was a black figure there, even sitting cross-legged, it was as straight as a javelin.

The next moment, the white figure in the void suddenly swayed and fell from the sky like a goose feather.

Ying Ziluo completely restrained his strength, let the breeze blow, and slowly fell to the ground, and the place where he fell was the place where the black figure was.

"Ye Xiao, the stage prepared for you has been set up, the only thing missing is you as the protagonist!"

……

A round moon in the sky exudes a faint moonlight, surrounded by stars, exuding bright light, it seems to compete with this round of full moon.

The bright flames drove away the darkness of Tianyuan Secret Realm at night, and at the same time illuminated the surroundings.

The faint firelight reflected on Ye Xiao's face, making his resolute face a little softer, and the roars of monsters around him couldn't be dispelled even if the firelight was bright.

In this perilous Tianyuan secret realm, Ye Xiao had to be cautious, one wrong step would lead to an abyss.

Adding a handful of firewood at random to make the fire brighter, Ye Xiao sat cross-legged and began to circulate his fighting spirit.

Cultivation is not an easy thing, it requires perseverance and unremitting efforts.

Now, in less than a month, he is already a peak fighter. If outsiders know about it, they will definitely praise him as a genius, but this is far from enough for him. His goal is that figure in white who sits calmly .

Since he retired that day, he has never forgotten to practice, not only to be the pride of his father, but also to prove to that person that he is equally good, and to It's not useless as outsiders say.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Xiao had already settled down, his voice was slowly outlined by the soft moonlight with a faint firelight.The majestic Dou Qi circulated all over his body, growing stronger little by little.

As time went by, Ye Xiao's fighting spirit also grew stronger. Although it was very weak, it accumulated over time, dripping water through rocks, and it should not be underestimated.

suddenly.

A sound of breaking through the sky came from above, Ye Xiao tensed up instantly, and looked up.

I saw a white figure falling towards him.

That... seems to be a person.

And that figure was so familiar.

Suddenly, he saw that delicate face that looked like white jade under the moonlight.

Ying Ziluo?
how come?He was taken aback by his accidental glance.

Thinking of the figure sitting calmly on the high platform during the day, he shook his head, how could it be her!
However, before he could figure out the result, the white figure in the void had already fallen in front of him.

Dressed in white clothes that surpassed the snow, she slowly fell from this dark world, dazzlingly white, like a moon god who accidentally fell from the sky.

The ink hair is flying, and the elves of the night are dancing between the dark world.

What is shocking is that during the day, on the spotless white clothes, there were large blood stains on the lapel of the chest, and those star pupils that looked forward to shining were tightly closed, just letting the breeze blow from the void. fall.

The surroundings seemed to be an endless abyss, and the slowly falling body of that white figure seemed to be about to fall into a boundless hell.

Ye Xiao's eyes widened, in disbelief, it was really her, Ying Ziluo!

She was injured?

With her ability, who can injure her?
However, now is not the time to think about that.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Xiao's fighting spirit surged in an instant, one of his feet hit the ground hard, and instantly stepped out of a pothole. The next moment, his figure jumped out in an instant, and rushed towards the direction where the white figure fell. .