Kuaiwen: Trust me! The boss is very gentle

"Jie Jie Jie... the show is about to begin."

Qi Feng flicked his whip, and the purple-black whip drew a graceful line, bursting into pitch-black flames.

Wu Yang narrowed his eyes, made a secret in his hand, gathered strength and thrust out the sword in his hand, hitting Qi Fengze's chest directly.

Qi Feng flicked his wrist, and the whip wrapped around the sword as flexibly as a snake. Then Qi Feng pulled hard, Wu Yang leaned forward a little, and his center of gravity was unstable.

But he quickly reacted, stabilized his center of gravity, and pushed the sword hand to the side. The blade of the sword turned, and silver light flashed across it, bringing with it a gust of wind.

Qi Feng swept his feet back and leaned back to avoid Wu Yang's counterattack. Not to mention how relaxed he looked, Wu Yang's sword tip didn't even touch a hair on his head.

In the blink of an eye, the two men had completed their first tentative encounter.

The results of the test are all there for everyone to see. They all know who is strong and who is weak, and how far they are from each other. Now that it is clear that if you don't take action, you will die, the righteous people don't care about their reputation and face, and swarm them.

Seeing this, Qi Feng just smiled and waved his whip.

The attack was so fast that several people failed to react. Wherever the whip touched, there was a scar that could be seen deep in the bones. The impact of the energy made them vomit blood and they all fell down.

With a sneer, Qi Feng whipped out another whip.

With his eyes locked on the whip coming straight towards him, Wu Yang waved his sword to resist. But what he didn't expect was that the flames on the whip soared, and the sudden flames burned his sleeves.

Wu Yang quickly retreated, but he accidentally bumped into Wang Zhanjin who was beside him.

Wang Zhanjin was confronting Qi Fengze. He had a golden spiritual root, and the exercises he practiced were very suitable for attacking, as they were consistent with Jin's attributes.

Originally, being bumped by Wu Yang was no big deal, but gradually he felt something was wrong.

The part of the arm where Wu Yang was hit was gradually getting hot and getting worse. This affected his performance so much that he had to step back and see what was going on.

At this glance, oh, this is incredible.

A black-purple flame attached to his arm, slowly extending upward. Everywhere he passed was scorched black.

He slapped the flame hard, but it didn't go out. He used magic to isolate it, but it still didn't work.

Wang Zhanjin saw something bad and immediately broke his arm. But it still didn't help. Although the fire was clearly extinguished, it was still hot.

At this time, Elder Shui also felt something was wrong. I saw her hands shining brightly, pointing towards Wang Zhanjin's broken arm, and a small water dragon flew out.

The water dragon floated to the broken arm, coiled around the broken arm and disappeared. Then, the fire just disappeared.

Wang Zhanjin smiled at Elder Shui, drew out a few golden blades, and joined Wu Yang on the battlefield again.

Little did they know, at the corners of Wang Zhanjin and Wu Yang's clothes, a little purple was spreading quietly, burning one piece of clothing after another...

The demon sect’s backyard garden.

There is still a vibrant scene there, the flowers are still red, and they have not become decadent at all due to the war outside.

"Whoa! Chi!"

A sharp sword light flashed, and a delicate flower was neatly chopped into two halves. Then it rolled up, and the countless petals flying down fell like a rain.

And in the rain, two figures were encountering each other quickly. One black and one white merge in the afterimage; and become distinct when separated.

Another hard collision.

Ashi swung her sword to remove the force, and she retreated a distance. The soles of her shoes rubbed against the ground, causing a burst of sand and gravel.

Her eyes were wide and full of scarlet, as if she was extremely angry, and she seemed to be about to cry. She was breathing heavily, holding the sword tightly in her hand.

Her red lips trembled and she roared: "Why?! Why on earth are you doing this!?"

Why? Why! ! !

She repeated this sentence countless times in her heart. Now that she shouted it out, she didn't know whether she was asking her or herself.

The woman in white standing opposite her, also hunched over, smiled, and she didn't understand why.

That was Lin Luan.

Her white clothes were already stained with a lot of blood, some from others and some from her own.

She was laughing softly, and she didn't know what she was laughing at, but it was just a bit sad.

Suddenly, the laughter choked, and Lin Luan coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood. She took a breath, propped herself up with her sword, and looked down at the second of the "Four Secret Guards" in front of her - A Shi.

Her eyes were a little blank, but then she said like crazy: "I don't know why, why? Hahaha... But we are enemies, you are the demon sect, and I am the righteous way... Ashi, you don't understand. What?...!"

This is what you taught me...!

Smiling and laughing, tears welled up in my eyes. Lin Luan leaned on the sword and scratched the ground with the tip of the sword, cutting many petals.

The laughter and voices gradually faded and then disappeared. Lin Luan was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

Finally, she raised her sword.

"Come on, Ashi... When I met you, I knew that there would eventually be a battle between us..."

The sound was carried by the wind, causing Ashi to close her eyes. She took a deep breath, then held the hilt of the sword tightly and straightened up.

Feihong is messy, and they fly in disorder, like butterflies with broken wings. Finally, it fell into a pool of blood, and the petals stained with blood looked even redder.