He was not in a hurry to kill because the person in front of him seemed familiar.
The sword light was messy, but Gui Xiao Changyuan used his true energy to stick to his skin, which was enough to resist it all.
He couldn't help but look at Poinsettia's face, and he seemed to have some impressions in his mind.
He couldn't help blurting out: "Who...are you?"
The poinsettia plums are cold in front of my eyes, as if a hundred feet of cold spring are frozen. He continued to move his hands and said calmly: "...the person who died because of you in the past."
Poinsettia did not report her name, but when she said this, Guixiao Changyuan suddenly recalled it.
"Oh..." Gui Xiao Zhangyuan narrowed his eyes, looked at him carefully again, and nodded solemnly, "So, it's you."
Seeing that he didn't seem to care, Poinsettia's heart burned even more. Thinking back to the scene before his late wife's death, he felt even more sad.
"Death!" He spun around in mid-air, and the blade of his sword was like thousands of flowers blooming, filling the night sky on top of the giant ship with a roar:
"Snowy · Wumei Candy Mountain!"
With an angry shout, the eyes were filled with red and white, and the fragrance of snowy plums descended like agar-agar.
Seeing thousands of crystal-clear plum blossoms about to fall from mid-air, like a huge soft satin cover falling, Gui Xiao Changyuan took a deep breath and crossed his palms.
"Here's to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a black-red whirlwind suddenly rose up from his palms facing each other. The spiraling Qi is like the twisted roots of an old tree, spiraling straight up, carrying the powerful airflow rushing into the air, and soaring up against thousands of plum petals.
The moment high in the sky was extremely spectacular. The poinsettia plum's special move was suddenly chaotic when surrounded by the whirlwind. Many petals followed the airflow, floating into the distance like a goddess's scattered flowers, and many were caught in the whirlwind, flashing with a dark color.
The hurricane was blowing, and everyone on the boat could feel the strong wind blowing on their faces. Poinsettia was also shocked when she saw the trick disappear.
"After all these years, your progress is still disappointing."
There was a faint sound in the air, entering everyone's ears. Poinsettia changed color when she heard the sound, and after another pause, she saw that the ghost roaring Changyuan was already close in front of her.
He narrowed his eyes in contempt and looked at the poinsettia again: "I didn't kill you back then, so let's do it today."
A red plum barrier flashed in front of the poinsettia, Duo Duo separated the distance between the two. Ghost Xiao Changyuan said "Oh" and saw red plum swords emerging from the red plum clusters like buds.
"joke."
Without hesitation, he raised his fingers and clamped the edge of the red plum sword, and the true energy contained in it suddenly disappeared. It's like holding a sparrow, effortlessly.
Yue Shenchen and Kou Wufu both felt their hearts sink when they saw the situation there.
"Qionghai... the tide of falling plum blossoms."
However, during this gap, the plum blossom barrier dissipated, but there was no trace of the poinsettia plums.
With a deep shout, Gui Xiao Zhangyuan felt ripples of true energy coming from behind, and immediately turned around with a sneer.
All I could see was that the poinsettia plums were glowing with pink and white, and they were stabbing with the sword in the waves of whirring plum blossoms. His eyebrows were sharp, as if he was determined to die.
"The momentum is very good." Gui Xiao Changyuan nodded lightly, but his expression became as terrifying as the King of Hell, "But... I'm tired of seeing it."
Suddenly, with a flash of light, the black and oily death aura spread like vines.
The moment the black waves touched the poinsettia, suddenly, a dazzling light like the bright sun flashed in front of his eyes!
Immediately, there was an explosion and the ship tipped over. Several people on the boat almost fell down, but finally managed to stabilize their bodies. They saw thousands of red plums floating in the same place, but the poinsettia plums were no longer visible!
Just when the ghost roaring Changyuan was hesitating, he suddenly heard a slow chanting, resounding in the air above his head:
"...A frozen face will turn to ashes even if there are marks on it, and a sad heart without hatred will turn to ashes."
He looked up and suddenly realized that it was just his phantom that attacked from behind. The poinsettia plum is now in mid-air, exuding the cold light of the bloody plum.
Hearing another angry shout, he leaned down:
"A handful of plum snow will disrupt thousands of peaks!"
A spectacular scene descended in mid-air. From the end of his sword, large tracts of red plum blossoms covered with snow suddenly flew out, floating all over the sky, like the sky weeping, and the cold air was overwhelming.
Time seems to have paused for a moment, and the river flow seems to have become narrower in an instant. The snowy plum blossoms were swaying, soaking everyone's clothes and the broken deck. The water stains dissipated, but they were covered with bloody drops.
Feeling the considerable pressure, Gui Xiao Changyuan finally showed a serious look.
At that time, he opened his two palms and pushed left and right in front of his body. Immediately, his energy pulses suddenly opened, and his whole body was enveloped in black and red evil energy.
"Shaking Spirit·Three Paths Palm."
The extremely familiar force of the move instantly exploded around him, and then lifted his body up into the sky.
The two palms are burning the karma of dead souls, symbolizing the three ways to clear the way, and the one palm is no life. His whole body was like a blazing cannonball, hitting the snowy plum blossoms and turning in the air.
The poinsettia plums are generous and fearless, stepping on the plum blossoms and dancing with swords in mid-air, like an immortal left behind in the world.
Seeing the ghost howling Chang Yuan approaching, Poinsettia plump down her energy and energy, and the sea of energy was on the verge of breaking. She gathered all her true energy and turned it into an extreme impact!
The palms of the swords collided instantly, as if shooting stars lit up in the night sky.
There was another moment of silence, and the deafening explosion of the roaring waves scattered the narrow river current, and was packed with sediment and discharged onto both banks. The scarred river bank was hit hard again, and the ground surged up, moving towards the distance like a rocky tide and mud waves, destroying everything.
"Wow!" Kou Wufu and Yue Shenchen were hit by the impact and fell from the bow of the ship into the sand under the ship.
Xiao Wuye was also slapped off the boat, and he forced his luck to buffer before landing, so that he would not be as miserable as Yue Shenchen and the other two.
The three of them simultaneously focused their gazes on the two people fighting each other in mid-air. The air was turbulent and the wind was flowing continuously, but the two of them were no longer in their original positions. There was only a bright and weak whirlwind, which suddenly condensed and dispersed in the mid-air.
Look at the bow again. I saw a large ship that had been broken into two parts, with the bow raised high, and two vague figures stationed on it, which were vaguely identifiable.
Even so, they all knew that it was undoubtedly Gui Xiao Changyuan and Poinsettia Plum.
Xiao Wuye looked at the bow of the ship coldly, but his fists were secretly clenched. Yue Shenchen and Yue Shenchen also looked at the outcome of the two of them without blinking.
Suddenly, at the moment when the three of them were focused at the same time, one of the black figures' knees weakened and he fell down with a "pop".
The three of them were shocked at the same time. Then there was a low, sinister laughter that echoed down the wind.
"It's over!" Kowulf was about to shout, but he felt a tightness in his chest and coughed violently.
On the bow of the ship, the outcome was decided.
Even if he burns his life and crosses the limit with a desperate move, it is still difficult to cross the gap as majestic as a majestic mountain. At this moment, the dark shadow of the person in front of him was like the darkness of the sky falling, foreshadowing his opponent's imminent demise.
Poinsettia couldn't help panting, and her body was covered in blood. At the same time, the red plum sword was broken, and the scattered blood intertwined with the snow-covered red plums, which was sad and despairing.
