The cracks in the ice in the jade hand shattered into a network, shattering into countless sharp ice fragments. The fragments of ice did not land on the expensive carpet on the ground, but flew up to Zheng Siyan.

Among the broken ice is a cold long sword named Shuang Zang.

"I'm not you, I have a clear conscience, why should I be afraid of the inner demons!" Yin Baishuang's cold eyes fell on Zheng Siyan's dull face, and his eyes were slightly sarcastic: "Do you think you, Zheng Siyan, are qualified to be the one in my heart?

Inner demon?"

He doesn't have that weight!

Turning his wrist slightly, the blade of the sword 'gently' struck a piece of broken ice. The broken ice immediately turned into a sharp arrow, which flew out with a whooshing sound and penetrated a stream of white air.

Zheng Siyan's eyelids twitched, and his hair suddenly became numb and tight.

Yin Baishuang broke through the realm of Kaiyuan yesterday, but he is still at the ninth level of seeking the Tao. The difference in strength between the two is definitely not even a little bit.

Not daring to be careless, a short black Qiang flute slipped into the palm of his hand from his wide sleeve, knocking away the speeding ice fragments.

It cannot be broken, it can only be deflected.

But the force is still a bit lighter, and the deviation trajectory is not very obvious.

The sharp pieces of ice scratched the fabric on his shoulders, and he was immediately hit by a bone-chilling cold pain, which completely paralyzed half of his body and made his movements stiff.

"That's too much!"

Bang!

When the couple, the owner of the Ghost Sect, saw their son injured, they were furious. As soon as they slapped the tea table, they wanted to take down Yin Baishuang.

Yin Dufeng's eyes moved slightly, but he still waited for him to take action.

The roaring thunder is coming!

Thunder flames flickered, and a silver spear was inserted diagonally in front of the Guimen couple. Vigorous thunder patterns spread all over the gun body, and the sharp spear head continued to spray out the thunder fire.

Godly Gun Lei Wu!

Everyone recognized the origin of this gun and immediately looked in that direction subconsciously.

Bailiyu's voice was heard coldly, with no concealment of murderous intent: "I advise you two not to act arbitrarily. I am in a very bad mood right now."

Baili Yu's black and red sword robe danced wildly in the wind, and his dark eyes reflected the cold and sharp sword intent: "I'm in such a bad mood that... I might kill someone."

The cold lips lifted up mercilessly, and everyone in the scene shuddered involuntarily.

The Ghost Sect couple looked at each other for a moment, and were also shocked by the aura of the great sect leader and his cold eyes.

Shengsheng stopped and did not dare to move forward.

But my heart was extremely anxious.

Son, what evil have you done to marry this woman home?

It's okay now. I'm going to kill you even if I swear by my demons. I don't know what kind of madness that god of murder over there is, but he actually intervenes.

How do you want us to protect your life?

"No one can save you today." Yin Baishuang said coldly.

Zheng Siyan said angrily and sadly: "I love you and pity you with all my heart, but do you really want to kill me?"

Yin Baishuang sneered softly, her beautiful eyes cold: "You are like a stranger to me, but because of your stupidity and selfishness, I made him sad today, so you must die!"

Jealousy and anger were suddenly ignited in Zheng Siyan's heart, and his face turned red as he said, "It's him again! It's him again! What is there to like about that kid? A waste of cultivation is worthy of you killing me for him!"

Bailiyu frowned deeply and looked at Zheng Siyan as if he were looking at a dead person.

"You are worthy of commenting with him!" Yin Baishuang noticed Bailiyu's gaze, stopped talking nonsense, and pushed out with his left hand.

Dozens of broken ice standing between the two of them suddenly stood up and shot out with pops of pops.

Just a burst of broken ice was enough to make half of Zheng Siyan's body numb and stiff with cold. With this overwhelming and intensive attack, there was no reason for him to survive for three breaths.

"You forced me!"

The jet-black Qiang flute in his hand was quickly put into his mouth, and he played it quickly with one hand.

"Woo~~~~~~~"

The sharp and harsh sound of the Qiang flute is as harsh and uncomfortable as the sound of ghost claws scratching an iron door. What's even more strange is that the sound of the flute gives people an extremely evil and nauseating feeling.

Even if you cover your ears with both hands, the sound can still be clearly transmitted to your ears.

Some of the weaker ones vomited and scratched their throats frantically, as if they had lost consciousness.

The candle was calm and motionless, but the shadow behind Zheng Siyan was stretched diagonally with the sound of the Qiang flute without any warning, and then started to dance like a demon like a madman.

Four scarlet vertical pupils flashed uncertainly from his dark eyes.

"Kekeke..."
Chapter completed!