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"When did Tianyin Pavilion have love?" A trembling voice suddenly sounded in the crowd. It was the village chief of Yuliang Village. "The old man wants justice today. Even if he died here, he would have no regrets."

The girl Ling'er in the village was even more sad and angry, and stood with the seven aunts and eight aunts in the village, but she did not retreat: "If you want to kill or cut, come here, auntie today will see if you have the ability to kill all the people in Shu. Chinese people, block your mouth!"

Tian Yin, who was the leader, gritted his teeth sharply and said: "A group of ruthless people, lining up to seek death." Seeing the group attack, the magic spell flashed.

Suddenly, with a "whoosh" sound, the feather arrow pierced the ground, bursting with golden light! Immediately afterwards, the Ming Huáng enchantment flew into the air, blocking the two sides with a bang.

Tianyin shouted angrily, "Who?!"

A white light flashed in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the bow pierced through the clouds, and the láng roared through the sky! In this astonishing powerful spiritual power, a virtuous and beautiful monk jumped down, holding a bow and standing coldly in front of the people in the middle of Shu, surrounded by wind and smoke. And behind her, a láng monster with the height of two adult men stood in front of the wind. It had snow fur and golden claws, its eyes were red, it was baring its teeth, and it let out a sigh of relief.

The teacher narrowed his eyes upstairs: "Ye Wangxi..."

Ye Wangxi raised his hand, closed the bow neatly, and summoned the long sword in the other hand, standing alone in the wind, his eyes tough and hard.

"It's you again?!" Someone from Tianyin Pavilion recognized her and glared at her, "You remnant of the Confucianism."

Ye Wangxi didn't say a word, a pair of long legs took a step forward.

"Last time I saw that you insisted on giving Mo Ran water to drink, and you knew that you were wrong!" The Tianyin Pavilion said, "You really are a group with Mo Ran! They are all culprits!"

The long sword is unsheathed, like a stream of water.

Ye Wangxi narrowed his eyes and said, "You know who the culprit is. However, there is one sentence that you all said rightly."

She paused, then spoke again:

"Ye, is indeed the one who is on the side of Master Mo."

The headed Tianyin said with a sneer: "Ye Wangxi, you are a girl, do you want to fight with us alone?"

Ye Wangxi was obviously very indignant because of the death and life, her eyes flashed like flames, she threw the sword in front of her, and the fierce Lingliu stabbed the long blade that was not Shenwu straight. Entering the slate, a horrifyingly long crack opened on the ground!

She gritted her teeth and said, "I have endured you for a long time. Don't talk about the word "girly girl" all day long!"

"..."

When the cultivators saw Ye Wangxi before, she basically had an attitude of forbearance and concessions.

This is the first time they see her bào angry.

"Listen to me." Every inch of Ye Wangxi's vigorous body was extremely tight, like a cheetah, she stared at the men without giving up, "In the past, the top of life and death never treated me like a Confucianism. Falling into a well will protect the people of Linyi in the sea of ​​fire - although the peak of life and death is no longer here, Ye will not let you hurt the survivors of Shu in the slightest!"

No one in Tianyin Pavilion has ever fought Ye Wangxi head-on, so she doesn't know her strength, only thinks that she is just a crying girl beside her young son. Therefore, someone couldn't help sneering: "Little girl film, do you know what you are talking about?... You alone want to protect a group of shedding quails behind you? You are so loud. Where are you from? Your ability?"

"Then open your eyes to me and see if I have the ability!"

Throwing the scabbard aside, the blade of the sword is like frost.

Ye Wangxi stopped talking nonsense with them, snapped his fingers, jumped with long legs, and stepped on the demon as light as a swallow. Immediately afterwards, she raised her hand and pulled out the sword stuck on the ground, slaughtering the group of Tianyinge cultivators who were either contemptuous or contemptuous.

In the warm pavilion, the teacher looked calmly at the lively chaos, the water lips opened and closed, and sneered: "Hum, I thought I would never see the female god of war in the previous life. on this road."

"Mars?"

The teacher did not answer, but looked at Ye Wangxi with a little pity, and looked at Ye Wangxi with a little sarcasm: "Sister, look. In this life, people may go around a lot. But in the end, the ending is the same. She No matter who you were in your previous life, you are destined to be unable to escape in this life."

The blood spurted, the flames collided, and the killing sound shook the sky in an instant. She actually appeared alone in countless swords, lights, swords, and shadows, and the enchantment behind her blocked all the people who didn't know the magic.

This woman was dressed in black, with a thin waist and long legs - when she was holding a sword, she was Ye Wangxi.

But Nao Baibai matched her perfectly, and the quiver embroidered by Mrs. Rong was dangling around her waist.

The moment she held the bow, she was Nangong Si again.

In this life, she has experienced more than in the previous life. She has been helpless, confused, and even has such a short cloud and mist, and her children are long in love.

On the evening when Nangong Si gave her the jade pendant, Yunxia on the bridge was just right. She thought that she could relax her tense chivalrous bones and finally be the gentle girl who cried and laughed wantonly.

But Nangong Si died.

There was no warning about his death. Before he left, he even said to Ye Wangxi, who left behind to kill the enemy, "I know you are afraid of the dark, so you will come back soon."

But he never came back.

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