Mrs. Fox is too serious!

Originally it was agreed to visit Minzhou at night, but after learning that Jiang Xundao had a golden spirit pearl of unknown origin in his dantian, Lan Yiyou suddenly changed his mind, and the two parted ways first, and Jiang Xundao would follow the plan Go to Qingyun Palace to meet Mu Shang in advance, but Lan Yiyou has other plans. .

Lan Yiyou wanted Jiang Xundao to go on the road alone, but thinking that she had never been to Qingyun Palace, and now that the demons appeared frequently, Lan Yiyou decided to accompany her all the way and send her to Qingyun. Palace, then leave with peace of mind.

When going out in the middle of the night, there were still many people passing by in groups on the street, most of them were monks who came to Minzhou to hunt for treasures. Jiang Xundao and Lan Yiyou hurried out of the city.

Seeing that he was about to reach the city gate, Jiang Xundao caught a glimpse of a woman in red standing in the corner of the alley from the corner of his eye. She covered her face, revealing only a pair of somewhat familiar eyes, staring at her silently.

Jiang Xundao felt a little strange, she had a casual glance just now, and she felt that the woman in red was very familiar, although she only showed a pair of eyes, she seemed to have seen it somewhere.

She stopped in her tracks and turned around to look again, but there was no one in the corner.

Lan Yiyou stopped, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xundao shook his head and frowned, "There was a woman just now who seemed to be staring at us."

Lan Yiyou raised his eyes and looked around, his face became colder and colder. There were not a few people who were spying on them secretly: "Nowadays Minzhou is mixed with fish and dragons, and people from all walks of life gather here. I am afraid that there are many people from the Demon Cult. Someone is watching us, it is inconvenient for us to stay here for a long time, let's go to Qingyun Palace first."

Jiang Xundao nodded, followed Lan Yiyou out of the city, and the two flew away from Minzhou with their swords.

Because it was dark night, their speed was much slower than during the day, and Lan Yiyou took care of Jiang Xundao carefully, so the speed of the two of them was not considered fast.

Not long after, the two left Minzhou, but Lan Yiyou, who had been flying beside Jiang Xundao, frowned. She turned her head slightly to look at the silent night behind her eyes, and called Jiang Xundao softly. , Jiang Xundao immediately understood.

The two found the silent mountain and fell.

Not long after landing, as expected, a few bright lights flashed across the top of the head, accompanied by a few fluctuations of spiritual power, around the grass where Jiang Xundao and Lan Yiyou were, five men in black appeared. .

The four surrounded them, and the leader walked out slowly from the darkness. Because of the darkness in the forest, he looked down on his face, only to see a pair of eyes that were as cold as poisonous snakes with a few hints of covetousness, slowly looking at them.

"It's such a dark night, why did the two girls leave in such a hurry?"

The man was shrouded in a black robe, and his voice was hoarse and dry, as if a few words were forced out of his throat, it was ugly and harsh, and his tone was cold and strange.

Lan Yiyou looked at him with a cold face, and moved her gaze down, and saw a bloody bat with fangs embroidered in the center of the man's belt. She raised the corners of her lips and smiled coldly: "Blood bat, so you are People from the Blood Skull Gate..."

The leading man chuckled, the laughter was hoarse and intermittent, like the sob of a dying person, which made people's scalp numb after hearing it, he slowly stretched out his hand, with long nails on his dry hand, he gently Touching the blood bat on his waist, his black and purple sharp nails scratched the belt, he proudly said: "I have some knowledge, I think you two have a lot of cultivation, you are the proud disciples of which famous school, tell me Listen, when we cut off your heads, we also know where to send them."

"Not ashamed to speak."

Under the moonlight, Lan Yiyou, dressed in white, had a cold face. Her figure was as sculpted as a green bamboo and she stood proudly. There was no fear of danger on her beautiful face, just a sneer of disdain.

The people of the Demon Sect have been waiting for opportunities to hunt down the orthodox monks who left the Dao Discussion Conference before and after the Dao Discussion Conference. When they were in Minzhou City, they focused on Lan Yiyou and Jiang Xundao, who seemed to be alone, and followed them all the way so far.

The man saw that Lan Yiyou and Jiang Xundao were not afraid at all, and felt dissatisfied. He gritted his teeth and said mockingly, "You disciples from famous families are so stubborn, and you still have to pretend to be righteous and aloof when you die. I don't know What I hate the most are you hypocrites who are full of benevolence and morality."

The man's intentionally low voice was really harsh, and Jiang Xundao, who had been looking around vigilantly, suddenly frowned. She rubbed her suffering ears and rolled her eyes at the man, dissatisfied: "We still have to hurry, Either you have to act quickly, or give way, the voice is so ugly and noisy, you don’t even have half a self-knowledge on your face.”

The corner of Lan Yiyou's lips curled up in a solemn face, Jiang Xundao's arrogant and dismissive irony really won her heart.

The man was still secretly complacent, but when he heard Jiang Xundao's sarcasm, his complexion changed, and he took out a dark machete from behind, handed it to his mouth, stretched out his scarlet tongue, licked the blade, and stared at Jiang Xundao. Xun Dao's eyes were cold and full of hostility: "Little girl, I think you are so sharp-tongued, why don't you cut off your tongue to drink later."

Jiang Xundao looked at the man as if he was looking at a fool. She breathed out and pulled out the long sword behind her, swung it across her chest, then turned her head to look at Lan Yiyou, smiled brightly and said softly, "Senior Sister Lan , this person is really annoying, you rest for a while, I'll be fine soon."

"En." Lan Yiyou nodded, she took two steps back, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and her deep eyes were fixed on Jiang Xundao's back.

Jiang Xundao has been feeling stuffy in his stomach for the past few days. He was disgusted by the old Taoist before and had nowhere to vent his anger. A good chance for her to let off steam.

Although Jiang Xundao's cultivation was not as good as Lan Yiyou and Mu Chang's, she was still outstanding among her peers. What's more, after competing with the two masters in the ring, her battle experience has improved a lot.

Among the members of the Blood Skull Sect, only Dao Jiang Xundao was young, and when he saw her standing in front of her with his sword drawn, he still had a look of sneer.

Jiang Xundao channeled the aura from the dantian into the sword body, and a burst of purple light shook her body, and then she made a feint and rushed directly to the leading man.Her figure is extremely fast, and she strikes the sword decisively and neatly without any sloppy, every move is fierce and proficient in piercing the vitals.

Master said that the sword is a killing tool for the enemy, and there must be no room or loopholes.

Jiang Xundao, who has practiced swordsmanship for more than ten years without distraction, was able to defeat Zhang Tianxiang and Leng Yunkang in the arena, she did not rely on luck.

The purple light shadow was so fast that people could see the afterimage clearly. The man who was resisting with the scimitar was caught off guard and his figure was disrupted. After a few gasps, he was pierced by Jiang Xundao's sword Thigh, he let out a scream and quickly swung the scimitar in his hand forward with a pale complexion.

The scimitar wrapped in black air kept flying around him, during which the purple figure flashed in it, making harsh sounds of weapons colliding from time to time.

The stunned people who had been watching from the sidelines didn't expect such a young girl to attack so quickly and so ruthlessly. After being stunned for a while, they were awakened by the man's screams, and they couldn't care less about staring at Lan Yiyou. He quickly flew towards the man, wanting to help him.

The four of them joined the battle, but they did not resist Jiang Xundao's unilateral massacre at all. The afterimage of the purple light was as light as a frightening dragon, as if it was a swimming dragon, making it elusive.

Jiang Xundao had no intention of teasing, since these people were all members of the Demon Cult who practiced bloodthirsty evil methods, then there is no problem in killing them.

After two screams, Jiang Xundao found the opportunity for the two disciples of the Blood Skull Sect. Without the slightest hesitation, they pierced the heart with a sword, fell to the ground and struggled for a while before dying.

The leisurely Lan Yiyou, who was standing aside and watching lightly, was taken aback for a moment. In the blink of an eye, only the man who was the leader was left among the five members of the Blood Skull Sect. Jiang Xundao finally stopped .

She stood in front of the man, holding the long sword in the palm of her hand, and the blood stained slowly slipped from the tip of the sword and dripped onto the grass.

"You... who are you?" The man was covered with scars all over his body. He held the scimitar and looked at Jiang Xundao in front of him, stepping back step by step, his pale face full of horror.

"You know, the way you were chattering just now is really annoying." Jiang Xundao looked at him coldly. She had no mood swings after killing four people just now. She approached the man step by step. On her fair and delicate face, a pair of The clear and bright deer eyes are surrounded by a layer of faint golden mist.

"Don't come here." The man staggered back, but when he took a step back, Jiang Xundao took a step closer. He looked at Jiang Xundao in fear, and looked at her cold eyes without a trace of emotion and contempt.

That look, it's like... It's like looking at an ant, an ant that she can kill with a light touch.

"Jiang Xundao." Lan Yiyou's voice came from behind him. Almost at the same time, Jiang Xundao waved his hand, and the sharp blade separated a few steps, and the purple light flashed, just like separating a piece of tofu. The man's head was chopped off.

The head with wide-eyed and unrepentant eyes rolled around twice, and rolled to Jiang Xundao's feet. Jiang Xundao looked at him coldly with lowered eyes, and then took two steps back in disgust.

"Senior Sister Lan." She withdrew her sword, turned around, a smile appeared on her cold face, her dark eyes became clear and ignorant again, she walked quickly to Lan Yiyou's side, raised her head slightly, on her delicate face, Half of his face was covered with spattered blood.

The smile on her face was as gentle and shy as ever, and she looked at Lan Yiyou with a little joy in her eyes.

"Senior Sister Lan, my cultivation seems to have broken through the bottleneck." Jiang Xundao happily asked Lan Yiyou for credit.

But Lan Yiyou looked at her motionless, without a smile or comfort, only a trace of strangeness and vigilance.Jiang Xundao was taken aback for a moment, she didn't understand why Lan Yiyou didn't look very happy.

The evening wind blew past gently, and there was a smell of blood mixed with the soil and grass. Lan Yiyou looked at her, and after a long silence, he said softly: "You killed them."

"That's right, they wanted to kill us just now, so of course I'm going to kill them, people from their Demon Cult." Jiang Xundao shrugged indifferently, and then she felt a little cool on her face, so she reached out and touched it. A wet and viscous liquid stained her hands, and she looked down inexplicably.

But he saw bright red hands.

Jiang Xundao was stunned. Looking at the blood on her hands, she repeated in a murmur, "I killed them."

She suddenly remembered something. When she was killing those people just now, she had no pity, no hesitation, not even a trace of emotion, just like trampling a few ants to death on the road.

No, she won't trample ants to death. When she was in Yunqing Mountain before, even if she saw ants on the mountain path, she would carefully avoid them, for fear of accidentally trampling these little creatures to death.

This was her first murder, the first time.

"What's wrong with me?" Jiang Xundao looked at the blood on his hand with empty eyes, and suddenly seemed to be frightened. He desperately wiped the blood off his hand, then raised his hand frantically and wiped it with his clothes again. The sleeve wiped his face vigorously over and over again.

"What's wrong with me, what's wrong with me."

The blood on her face seemed unable to be wiped clean, and everything in front of her eyes was covered with blood. Jiang Xundao stepped back in fear, but staggered and tripped over something, and she fell to the ground unsteadily. Turning her head, she saw a pale head with wide-eyed eyes, lying quietly in front of her, staring at her motionless.

Jiang Xundao stared blankly at the head until Lan Yiyou pulled her up. Like a frightened young animal, she was holding onto Lan Yiyou's hand like a life-saving straw, shaking her head and explaining: "No, Senior Sister Lan, I didn't want to kill them. No...I didn't want to kill them like this."

"It's okay." Lan Yiyou cupped her cheeks, looked at her fixedly, his eyes were full of tenderness and pity: "It's not you, I know it."

Lan Yiyou looked at her, and gently wiped away the blood on her face bit by bit with her white fingertips.