Even if we meet, we should not know [old version]

Hearing this, the cultivator with the cat-shaped mask on his face nodded slightly, turned around and rushed in front of the Qi Refining cultivator in the blink of an eye.

The Qi Refining Cultivator fell to his knees with a plop, and shouted, "Senior, spare me! Wansheng was confused for a while..."

The cultivator wearing a mask acted as if he had never heard of it. He quickly raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at the forehead of the Qi Refining cultivator.

I saw the frightened look in the eyes of the Qi refining cultivator quickly dissipated like an ebb tide, and became blank and empty.

His body swayed softly, and soon fell forward to the ground, with a "plop", a thin layer of dust was lifted up from the ground.

Although Li Yingying's family had a bloody feud with the Qi Refining cultivator, seeing that the cat-faced cultivator was so fierce and murderous without batting an eyelid, they couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

After reacting, Li Yingying's father and brother shouted together:

"Yingying! Run!"

Li Yingying didn't move, she was trembling all over, and she said to the cat-faced monk, "You...you let my father and brother go!"

"it is good."

The cat-faced monk nodded slightly, and gently flapped his robe at the Li family father and son.

The two father and son looked dull and fell backwards.

"what have you done?"

"The deity made these two people lose all memories about you."

Li Yingying nodded again and again, and said, "That's fine too. I...I..."

Before she finished speaking, Li Yingying put her hands on the ground, stood up suddenly, turned around and ran for her life.

Even though he didn't finish speaking, the cat-faced monk nodded very clearly.

Without him, all Li Yingying wanted to say was "I regret it".

She knew that monks should not kill mortals indiscriminately.The cat-faced monk wore a mask to conceal his original identity.

As long as he can escape from here, he can stay alive.

Li Yingying didn't dare to turn her head back, this moment was indeed the most precious and tense moment in her life.

But feeling the heat on her back, Li Yingying's eyes widened, and she turned her head in disbelief.

The cultivator swayed and came to Li Yingying in an instant.

In the darkness, the cat's face mask was as terrifying as a ghost in the underworld, and Li Yingying was so frightened that she feces and urinated profusely.

"……Do not!!"

Li Yingying screamed, her chest heaved violently, her body tilted, her right hand stretched forward, as if she wanted to grab something in front of her to save her life.

But it was too late.

The moon is high and the wind is black, and the weeds are rustling.

The last scene that Li Yingying saw was the scene where the cultivator raised his right hand high, palm into a palm, aiming at his back.

There seemed to be an invisible air wave, with Li Yingying as the center, rushing to the distance.

A large number of dead leaves fell from the sky.

The blood sprayed out was as high as half a person, and it wet Li Yingying's neck and cheeks.Her body fell limply, leaving only a still beating heart floating in the palm of the cat-faced monk.

After the monk killed Li Yingying and obtained his heart and soul, for some reason, he suddenly knelt down and knelt on the ground.

He bent deeply to protect the position near his dantian.

In the wilderness, only the roaring wind can be heard.

The cat-faced monk endured the severe pain in his body, staring intently at the beating heart that was still struggling in his hand, he laughed softly, but tears ran across his face.

The laughter became clearer and clearer, and it seemed particularly strange in the wind.

I don't know how long it took before the monk stood up from the ground. He wiped his face, cleaned up the corpse quite carefully, and then left.

Sad things here, no one knows yet.

Zhengyang Xianzong, Xuanxie Peak, Yanwu Hall.

The morning light is faint and the fog is thick.

There was silence in the Martial Arts Hall until a ray of sunlight fell from top to bottom and fell on the tip of the sword held by the cultivator on the Martial Arts Stage, reflecting dazzling fluorescence.

The fluorescent light lit up, and an astonishing sound erupted in the short silence of the Martial Arts Hall.

It turned out that Lin Zichu, a member of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, fought hard against the heroes, not to mention winning four in a row, and in the fifth match, he also had an inseparable fight with the long-famous monk Wu Liao.

When the battle was dragged to the end, everyone felt that Lin Zichu was not strong enough, and he might be slightly inferior when he lost to Wu Liao.

Lin Zichu, who had never drawn out any weapon, suddenly appeared a fairy sword out of thin air in his hand!

This immortal sword is as thick as two fingers, and its body is black.

Then the dark black color suddenly exploded, bouncing off the fairy sword.

Seeing the radiance flourishing, the fairy sword suddenly turned into a thin and transparent sword, and the sword's intent soared to the sky.

This change happened so suddenly, not only did everyone not react, even Lin Zichu didn't know why, he stared at the fairy sword in his hand in astonishment, unable to move for a while.

On the other side, Wu Liao, who was rushing up, failed to attack, and was fixed at a place one step away from Lin Zichu, unable to move forward.

When he noticed the abnormality, he only felt cold and pain under his left shoulder.

Wu Liao lowered his head in surprise, and saw a transparent cold sword, white as winter snow and sharp as frost, piercing his body fiercely.

There was an uproar in the audience.

"What is this!"

"There doesn't seem to be such a sword in the Zhengwuzhou Immortal Sword Ranking!"

"Lin Zichu is very scheming, and he didn't take out his weapon until now. I think he is sure to win this match."

"..."

The discussion of the crowd brought back the thoughts of the stunned two people on the stage. During the competition, every second should not be distracted.

Lin Zichu was younger than Wu Liao, but his mind was calmer, so he reacted quickly.

However, the physical exertion was too great, Lin Zichu forced himself to get up, but he couldn't move!

Seeing Wu Liao's blue veins bulging, he cried out in pain and moved closer instead of retreating.

The blood stained the Kunqiao fairy sword red, Wu Liao's body trembled violently, and the wound was soaked with blood.In an instant, he leaned against the hilt of the sword.

Brave, brave, and fierce, so much so!

This time, the distance between Lin Zichu and Wu Liao became extremely close.

Lin Zichu's astonished eyes, and his pale to the point of morbid face, made people see clearly.

All the monks watched every move on the stage intently, they knew that this was the critical moment to decide the outcome.

"Ugh……"

"Brother Lin's spiritual power is exhausted, he can't move, I'm afraid he will lose."

"It doesn't matter, Zhengyang Immortal Sect still has Senior Brother Qianqing to cover the bottom line."

Looking at Lin Zichu's appearance, everyone felt that he was powerless.

However, at this moment, the vision suddenly appeared!

Seeing the slender and transparent fairy sword in Lin Zichu's hand, a chill that could be seen all over his body suddenly appeared.

The chill condensed into substance, floating like a fairy, like a tulle, wrapped around Wu Liao.

Wu Liao saw the mist from the corner of his eye, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He said straight in his heart: Not good!

I wanted to retreat quickly, but it was too late.

I saw the mist around the sword body, like a dragon, vaguely opened its roaring mouth, and bit fiercely towards Wu Liao's shoulder.

"boom!"

The blizzard froze Wu Liao on the sword, and the frightening chill permeated the entire martial arts hall.

At the same time, the cold sword seemed to be psychic, and the sword trembled and screamed, making a mournful cry.

I don't know whether I am mourning the old master, or celebrating my return to the world.

Under the stage, Fairy Muhua Xianzong Liu Shibing suddenly stood up from her seat.

"what is this?!"

The fairy's expression was a little distorted.

She holds the cold dragon sword, the first of the twelve cold swords, in her hand, and she thinks it is the strongest sword in the ice and snow system.

But Liu Shibing knew very well that the saber in his hand was definitely not as good as the sword in Lin Zichu's hand that he had never heard of.

Such a fairy sword, once Fang made a move, he seriously injured the enemy.

Wu Liao yelled in pain.He was seriously injured, and even though he was brave and tenacious, he couldn't bear it now.

Lin Zichu was short of breath, and said sharply:

"...Are you admitting defeat?"

For a moment, Wu Liao's mind was not clear.

However, after hearing this, Wu Liao yelled frantically:

"Friar Wandering Kong, I swear to the death that I will not surrender!"

"Okay." Lin Zichu's face was as pale as paper, and he nodded, and with his right hand, he made a difficult movement of drawing his sword.

Because I was too tired, I didn't pull it out.

Lin Zichu took a long breath, trembling all over, his eyes turned black from exhaustion.

But there is always a voice in my heart saying: "Persevere! Persevere!"

I don't know what kind of perseverance is supporting this seemingly thin young monk. Everyone thinks that he can't do it, that he can't hold on.

But he insisted on holding on, and he will continue to do so.

Lin Zichu gritted his teeth and ruthlessly pulled the Kun Qiao Sword from Wu Liao.

Wu Liao staggered, as if about to charge forward.

Lin Zichu stepped back with his right foot, feeling extremely exhausted, as if he would explode and die in the next second.

Although Lin Zichu knew that his physical body had reached its limit, the more this happened, the firmer Lin Zichu's eyes became.His heart knows no limits, and his soul never compromises.

Just when Qianqing couldn't stand it any longer, she cursed loudly and was about to forcefully rush to the stage.

Wu Liao on the stage suddenly swayed, and slowly, slowly knelt down on the ground, unable to support his body any longer, and fell down.

His eyes were wide open, his canthus cracked, and he murmured: "Never admit defeat..."

I saw Wu Liao's figure shaking, and the next moment, his body was removed from the barrier.

Lin Zichu was the only one left in the huge martial arts arena.

But look at him, his white clothes are completely stained red with blood, his body is in a mess, and there is still an irresistible fighting spirit all over his body, like a martial god Buddha, holding the sky with one hand, invincible.

After two seconds of silence on the huge martial arts arena, the million monks present let out a roar like thunder.

"--amazing!"

"Winning five games in a row, Zhengyang Xianzong still has such a talent!"

"After the first battle, Linzichu will become famous all over the world!"

As early as when everyone was cheering and praising, Qian Qing couldn't bear it any longer, she climbed over the steps with her hands on her hands, and stepped onto the martial arts stage all at once.

His movements are quick and his heart is impetuous.

Accidentally, his left foot stepped on his right foot, his body suddenly leaned forward, and he was about to fall heavily to the ground.

Fortunately, Qianqing was agile and quickly supported her with her elbows.Even so, in front of millions of monks, it is still a big shame.

All the monks present recognized that this was Qian Qing, who had made a big splash at the opening ceremony. Seeing him fall like a dog, they couldn't help but burst out laughing.

For a moment, even the praise for Lin Zichu was diluted by laughter.

Strange to say, on weekdays, Qianqing loves face very much and has a stubborn personality.Others laughed at him, saying that he must make that person suffer, and he would not dare to laugh again for 100 or 1000 years.

Unexpectedly, today Qianqing seemed to have not heard those mocking voices at all.

He was just eager and wanted to rush to the martial arts stage.

Looking at the martial arts stage again, Lin Zichu was exhausted and unable to move, all he had to do was hold the sword in his right hand to support the ground.If not, he would have to lie down on the spot.

The bluestone slab was covered with drops of sweat from Lin Zichu, which was then frozen into ice, extremely hard.

Lin Zichu gasped for breath, exhausted his last bit of strength, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled at the red-clothed monk who was rushing towards him.

In the next moment, Lin Zichu was tightly embraced by a fiery embrace.The huge impact pushed him backwards, but fortunately he was hugged tightly enough so that he didn't fall down.

"...Brother!"

Qianqing stuck her face into Lin Zichu's shoulder socket, her throat was choked up, and she couldn't say anything more.