Not only Wang Qiuyue, but I was also shocked, because when Wang Qiuyue killed these people, I saw the scene with my own eyes. The violent fight between the two, the incredible skills, even the scorching fire, and the strong wind passing through my body, I felt it clearly. But these people are now standing in front of me so real. The desperate expressions on their faces when they fought with Wang Qiuyue were still deeply imprinted in my mind. Even the best actors could not act so realistically.

Wang Qiuyue also looked at these people incredibly, and Mr. Luo smiled and said, "Qiuyue, I really didn't expect that your true fire could be cultivated to such an extent. It was really beyond our expectations." His expression and tone were like a friend Wang Qiuyue had not seen for a long time, with a hint of affection in his politeness.

The impression of Wang Qiuyue in my mind is always that she has a handsome face and a pale face, a pair of dark circles. She doesn’t have to speak or understand the “responsibility” she bears. Just looking at her face, you can feel his tragic fate.

However, at this time, the sad handsome guy stared at Mr. Luo with his eyes wide open and his mouth was motionless. I had never seen Wang Qiuyue's expression.

He was a man who was determined to take revenge and would rather be an enemy of the world. In his heart, all the people in the world in the Xuanmen were not his enemies or his potential enemies. But now he suddenly realized that everything he had already determined that even imprinted in his soul was completely different from what he thought. That feeling was probably much higher than the surprise that I found that Uncle Liao's personality was turned upside down in the later period.

"Do you Taoist priests treat me like fools?" Wang Qiuyue was still angry after being stunned for a long time. He said to Mr. Luo viciously, and the sword he held in his hand even shook slightly because he used too much force.

Mr. Luo nodded slightly and said, "Qiuyue, I know that your heart must be full of anger and doubt, but this is normal. After all, you are still a child. If a person is counted as an instinct, then anger is the easiest emotion to produce. Therefore, you are often angry, and anger will cover people's eyes and drown people's reason. This is why you choose to kill."

"You, what's going on?" Wang Qiuyue was like a ball that suddenly deflated, and the emotion that had been high-pitched instantly disappeared on his face.

"Life is like a play, this sentence is really right." Mr. Luo still said with a smile.

"You killed my master, you destroyed the Jinshan Gate. Don't think that I would just let it go because of your lies." After that, he raised the long sword in his hand again, and a loud bang of fire burned up again. Wang Qiuyue soared into the air, and her body turned around several times in the air. With the inertia generated by the flip, the sword slashed towards Mr. Luo's head. The powerful wind caused a "whimper" strange roar in the air.

Mr. Luo raised his left hand and gently pinched the sword tip with his thumb and index finger. After Wang Qiuyue turned over and hit the ground, the sword with all his strength could not reach half an inch. After the opponent's two fingers, Wang Qiuyue's hands holding the sword even trembled slightly. Suddenly, his left hand made his move like the wind, his middle finger and index finger were put together, and purple smoke came out of his fingertips. Wang Qiuyue's pair of ecstasy fingers pointed straight towards Mr. Luo's forehead.

Mr. Luo smiled and took his ecstasy finger without avoiding it. A black air suddenly gathered on his forehead, and then the black air instantly spread under his cortex. Mr. Luo's expression turned yellow in an instant, and he lost weight in the blink of an eye.

When I thought he was about to become a zombie, Mr. Luo's face suddenly became rosy, and his body stopped shriveling, but beads of sweat all over his face fell from his forehead, and the Taoist robe he wore was soaked in cold sweat, which showed the huge pain his body had suffered just now.

Wang Qiuyue's ecstasy finger is not a joke. Ordinary people only need to turn into mummies in a slight moment. Even people with magical powers cannot withstand this. Unless they are a person with supernatural powers like the old monk Linghua, Mr. Luo held it up, but he staggered to the ground. Wang Qiuyue slashed at him with a long sword of fire. This time, not to mention using only two fingers, Mr. Luo didn't even have the strength to hide, and no one around them gave help, watching Mr. Luo who was about to die under the long sword.

At that moment, the long sword of fire that Wang Qiuyue slashed seemed to have become a "slow motion" in my eyes. I could clearly see the "every frame" of the long sword passing through the air. I even felt that when Mr. Luo's head was split in half by the long sword, I could clearly see the blood bursting out from my body.

Because it is true, I dare not look at it anymore, and the long sword finally hit Mr. Luo's forehead...

In the last second, Wang Qiuyue had given up his hand, and the raging fire on the sword also weakened instantly until it completely disappeared.

Wang Qiuyue's face was pale and her breathing was rapid. At the moment just now, thousands of thoughts must have flashed through his mind. It is not difficult to imagine the intensity of the ideological struggle.

But no matter what, he didn't cut this sword. It was a difference of thought, a difference between life and death. Not to mention that my palms were soaked in sweat.

Mr. Luo coughed a few times, forced himself to squeeze out a smile and said, "Why don't you kill me?"

With a clang, the sword fell to the ground. Wang Qiuyue sat in front of Mr. Luo as if exhausted, and said, "Why should I take my finger? There is no need for this?"

Although Mr. Luo is still alive, he resisted the soul-restoring finger to hurt Benyuan. Although his face turned rosy before, it soon turned wrinkled again. His facial skin began to wrinkle, and his whole body seemed to have become fifty years old in an instant, but his smile was very happy, and it could even be described as bright.

Wang Qiuyue said: "Do you know? Just as I waved the sword, I was still thinking about killing you. If you make a little noise, this sword will split your head in half."

"That's right, I saw murderous aura in your eyes the moment you set out on your sword, but I still believe you won't kill me."

"Why? I have killed you once, can't I kill you a second time?" Wang Qiuyue raised her voice.

"Of course you can. It would be easy for you to kill me, but you won't, because the murderous aura in your heart has dissipated." Mr. Luo said.

"Master has not revenged his great revenge, how can I forgive you sinners easily? No matter what happens, your hands are covered with the blood of my brothers." Wang Qiuyue said angrily.

"Qiuyue, if my death can help you resolve the anger in your heart, you can kill me, I will die without regrets." Mr. Luo struggled to stand up and picked up the long sword landing on the ground. Although it was just a simple action, he was already panting as if he was panting. After stuffing the hilt of the sword into Wang Qiuyue's hand, he pointed to his heart and said, "This is a sinful heart, just waiting for the justice judgment. Don't hesitate, kill me." Mr. Luo said.

The sword tip was just facing his heart, Wang Qiuyue's face was full of ferociousness. This sword could be stabbed at any time, but I couldn't understand why Mr. Luo wanted to arouse his desire to kill in his heart again. Could it be that it would be impossible to die alone?

The atmosphere seemed to solidify at this moment. Wang Qiuyue suddenly raised her head and let out a shrill scream. This was the wailing of a man who was forced to retreat by her. It made people feel quite desolate in her ears. Seeing this, I couldn't help but say, "Since he has given up killing, why do you still force him?"

Uncle Liao said: "Chuangzi, we are all bystanders in this matter, so it's better to talk less."

Wang Qiuyue didn't hear me at all, and his face almost twisted and said, "Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

"Of course you dare to kill me, just like before, I have died at your hands once, so why bother with me the second time? Come on, do it." Mr. Luo said.

"You are seeking death by yourself, but I can't blame me." Wang Qiuyue gritted her teeth and said this and stabbed the long sword in her hand into Mr. Luo's heart.

In the end, Wang Qiuyue was still unable to resist the desire to kill himself. Although he killed Mr. Luo, he was undoubtedly a loser.

However, just as Wang Qiuyue did not pull out the sword, Mr. Luo did not fall down. The two stood still, looking at their expressions, as if they were still in a picture. Uncle Liao said: "This is the most powerful magical magic magic magic array in Taoism."
Chapter completed!