Xiyue used her unique weapon and was heartbroken at night.

This shows that she finally regarded Yang Zheng as an enemy who could threaten her. From the other side, it also proves that Yang Zheng's strength is at the same level as Yun Zhongjun and Temple Envoys.

The small and flexible black fish sword kept hovering, flying around the witch Xiyue.

Xiyue's three thousand hanging black hairs had gently swayed without wind, and wrapped around her cheeks, like a python that was about to move. Her black hair covered her nose, revealing only a pair of dark eyes. A cloud of smoke gradually spread out from her pupils, which drowned the whites of her eyes. A terrible aura burst out from her body. Compared with the moment before, she had just revealed a demonic temperament that had been circling in the world for thousands of years.

She flicked her fingers lightly without any breath, and the black fish sword disappeared.

Yang Zheng was so awe-inspiring that he felt an extremely strong dangerous aura was covering him, but he could not find out the trace of the small sword.

Scarlett's Man Sea Silver Hook, Purple Heart's Ice Demon Hand.

He had seen it before, but he was just watching from one side, because at that time he was not qualified to let these ten thousand-year-old demon-level figures use unique weapons to deal with him.

Today he finally saw it and truly appreciated its horror.

He came to his alert almost the moment the sword body broke through his skin and moved it away.

His speed was extremely fast, and only a afterimage was left where he stood just now. The black night heartbroken stopped in the air, spinning silently, slowly flowing from the sword head.

Yang Zheng’s clothes on his chest were torn a foot-length thorn, and there was a deep wound inside, and blood was rushing out from it.

Ye Duanchen, like Manhai Silver Hook and Ice Demon Hand, are specially created for the battle between the controllers of spiritual energy. The power inside is the nemesis of spiritual energy. Although such a wound was deep, Yang Zheng's strong body and strong spiritual energy could stop bleeding in an instant and recover in just one or three moments. However, the wound is now extremely numb and itchy, and a faint force is eroding the spiritual energy near the wound, and the wound cannot stop bleeding.

Xiyue looked at Yang Zheng's clothes being dyed red and smiled softly: "You know the difference with us now. In the human world, you can be invincible. But... you have not really seen the top-level powers, and you still want to compete with Yunzhongcheng and the Temple. You are really a frog in the well, I don't know what it means..."

Yang Zheng slowly raised his head, ignored the shocking wound, and let out a mouthful of white teeth.

He reached out and pressed it gently on his wrist, and a mercury-like luster spread out in the palm of his hand.

The light gradually converged, and under the night, a strange arc-blade spear was holding in Yang Zheng's right hand.

Xiyue's pupils contracted slightly: What is this...

The strange silver spear was shining with titanium light. Compared with their unique weapons, they could not feel the breath coming from the gun body at all. You should know that the usually top weapons also have a soul in their bodies. With Xiyue, the top master, you can naturally sense it, but the gun in Yang Zheng's hand was like air. If you rely solely on sensing, you might even feel that Yang Zheng had empty hands.

Could it be that you just use ordinary iron tools, don’t joke about it, how could Yang Zheng hold it so carefully?

Well, no matter what it is, since you are unwilling to let go, then I, Xiyue, will fulfill your wishes.

The black night disappeared in the air with a heartbroken cry. Xiyue's eyes were bright and she stared at Yang Zheng coldly.

The heartbroken night was approaching Yang Zheng again silently.

This time, Yang Zheng's arm fluttered lightly. The arc-blade silver spear shook out a ray of light.

The air around him fluctuated, and Ye Duanchan actually showed its figure under the silver light of the arc blade. He was approaching quickly and was approaching in a blink of an eye, but Yang Zheng had already seen its origin this time, and with a light flash, the silver spear blocked his chest.

With a crisp sound, Xiyue's face changed, her body trembled slightly, and an incredible look appeared in her dark eyes.

The heartbreaking night fell like a kite. It was cut off by the arc-blade gun that connected the small sword and Xiyue.

Yang Zheng retaliated lightly, rushed up, pointed his spear straight at Xiyue's lightning.

Although it was unbelievable, the facts were in front of me. This spear was so weird that it was never seen before. It could cut off the invisible spiritual silk, so what else could it not be cut off. Xiyue didn't even think about it carefully and stepped back.

If we talk about straight-line speed, Yang Zheng would never be able to do anything to Yu Xiyue.

The strong wind suddenly rose, and he was like a flying sword in the wind, rushing over with an indomitable aura.

Xiyue's body was like a weak willow boat in the air, dancing around, as slow as it was fast, flying and fluttering in the strong storm, with a graceful posture, but unpredictable.

She already knew that if she wanted to escape straight, she would inevitably be caught up by Yang Zheng, and changing her figure was her strength.

Just like the heavenly demon dance, she moved and flew in the extremely small space, as if thousands of precious months had emerged in an instant. Yang Zheng's sharp attack swept out a white aurora in the air, and even the air was pulled out with a sharp roar.

A few strands of black hair fell from the air. This blow did not hurt Xiyue, but cut off several black hairs in her ears, which were so scared that it was so scared.

People like them have been rampant for thousands of years. Except for the time when the enemy Yun Zhongjun was killed, they could cause harm to them, their lives were threatened. Although this shot was not injured, the real coldness from the gun body was like a sickle of the God of Death, which made Xiyue feel astonishingly chill.

She didn't expect that the man who let her behave and laughed at her a few years ago, a human being, could now threaten her life.

What could be more likely to destroy the self-confidence of this witch who has built over the past ten thousand years of arrogance and contempt.

Where did he cultivate this body of spiritual energy, and where did he obtain such a terrible weapon?

But this guy was so lucky that she was so angry that she was so unwilling to the point of being angry.

Looking up, I felt even more shocked. What about Yang Zheng?

There was no Yang Zheng in the void, and the spiritual threads that Xiyue radiated could not sense any fluctuations in life.

He... has left?

It is impossible. Xiyue's heart suddenly felt a little panic.

If Yang Zheng could hide under her nose, it would be extremely terrifying.

Xiyue used her body skills to retreat. She no longer had the confidence to compete with Yang Zheng. For someone like her, there was no shame in retreating. Since it was difficult to fight against the other party, she would avoid her sharp edge.

In the blink of an eye, she had floated a thousand meters away, and suddenly she felt like her body was trapped in a quagmire.

She screamed in secretly. Just as she was about to pull it out, a very cold touch was already interspersed on her throat. She felt that life had been controlled by the other party's hands, and Xiyue calmed down instead.

She chuckled and said, "I didn't expect you to be so powerful that the little girl is willing to lose."

She didn't feel the traces of the other party now, and didn't know how Yang Zheng completely turned himself into air.

Yang Zheng's figure slowly emerged. He held the arc-blade gun in his right hand, pointed the tip of the gun at Xiyue's throat, and said in a deep voice: "Xiyue, how did Scarlett lose his memory?"

Xiyue giggled: "You are not giving up. It's useless... Even if you kill me, how can you fight against the Temple and Yunzhongcheng?"

Yang Zheng's eyes flashed with a sharp look, and the tip of the gun shook, and it had already pierced Xiyue's throat. A little red blood slowly flowed down. He said angrily: "I'll ask you, how did Scarlett lose his memory?"

Xiyue slowly curled her smile under his angry eyes and sighed: "Why do you have to... Scarlett disintegrated for your blood pattern back then, do you know that this is the trick taught by the Temple Master to us to die with the enemy. Scarlett, who had used the blood pattern, was naturally dead. She could come back alive. It was the body and soul reshaped by the Temple Master for her. Although her appearance was still the same, she was actually another person..."

Seeing Yang Zheng's face turned pale, Xiyue's eyes also flashed with some inexplicable light.

"Look... this is what you forced me to say..."

Yang Zheng's whole body was trembling slightly. Scarlett... She is dead...

She... is dead...

She... is dead...

The countless roars in his head made him buzz...

I still remember that on the grassland of Liuyun Kingdom, I looked so gorgeous when I first met her. At that time, I was embarrassed and alert, like a wounded wild wolf wandering around the grassland...

I still remember that she rescued herself from Sobadin and leaned on the head of the bed, looking at him with a smile...

I still remember the dilemma of this fairy teasing him again and again, making him angry but unable to vent...

I still remember that helpless night, when he was betrayed again and again, but I saw Scarlett's determination to die with Yun Zhongjun without hesitation...

Those scenes pierced into his heart like an awl.

His heart was bleeding wildly. He felt guilty and pain, and he wanted Scarlett to come back to him, even if she coldly used the witch's sexual temperament to torture him.

Scarlett...I won't be angry anymore...

Yang Zheng slowly put down the arc-blade gun in his hand. He didn't even look at Xiyue. He turned around and left slowly.

"Yang Zheng..."

Xiyue couldn't help but shouted at him, but he seemed to have no consciousness and gradually disappeared into the night.

Xiyue murmured, "Is this human emotion?... It's really... it's inexplicable..." If she had just attacked Yang Zheng when he was lost, all one hundred of him would have died, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on her lips: "Scarlett, who told you to always go against me, I wouldn't tell this stupid boy..."

Shortly after Yang Zheng left, a petite figure secretly took it out.

"Sister, have you finished the fight?"

Yan Yu's appearance of just waking up made Xiyue feel angry. She glanced at her: "What are you hiding? Although he is getting stronger and stronger, we can kill him even if we join forces."

Yan Yu rubbed her little nose and said in surprise: "Who said I want to kill him? He saved him so that he would not be ungrateful..."

Xiyue looked at Xiao Yun Zhongjun, who was more eccentric than him, and she really had no intention of making fun of her.

"You should do it yourself, be careful to play with fire**."

She had painted a roll of robe, and her body had been wrapped in a black cloud of smoke and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Yan Yu tilted her head, held the corners of her mouth and was stunned in the night sky for a while. She murmured: "Yang Zheng... Yang Zheng... Why do you feel so familiar..."

She shook her head, wiped away those boring thoughts, and turned around and flew back to the flower garden.

On the official road of Cangyue Kingdom, two riders were flying on it.

A white horse, a fiery red horse, and a knight on the horse was also wearing white clothes and the other was wearing red clothes, which seemed to be one with the horse under his crotch.

The two of them walked around a mountain and a town appeared in front of them.

"Axue. Let's take a break when we arrive in the town ahead. We have been on the way for a day and the horses are tired." The red-clothed land was Mo Bingyun, the princess of Cangyue Kingdom. She rested and carried a long sword, wrapped her hot and slender body in a fiery red outfit, looking heroic.

The girl in white was Yue Ruxue. She said anxiously: "But I want to see Brother Zheng earlier, he has been away for almost a year. Otherwise, let's go to the inn in front of you to change a horse."

Mo Bingyun's mouth brought a beautiful curve and looked at her with a slight sly look: "You little girl are usually slow, you will know that you are anxious now. Brother Zheng, Brother Zheng is so intimate."

Yue Ruxue's face turned red like blood seeping, and she said angrily: "Sister Bingyun, don't you think of Brother Zheng?"

Mo Bingyun smiled even more: "I am not ashamed of you..."
To be continued...