The two struggled for a while, and Shui Miaomiao fell in front of the survivors, raised his hands to block them, and shouted to the child, "That's enough!"
Originally it was all Shui Miaomiao's guess, but now the pendant on her wrist sensed that the snow crystals in the sky had formed, "I won't destroy it, just take it and get out!"
Tong Ai smiled softly and charmingly, raised his eyes and glanced at the sky, "Are you willing to give it up? There is something good hidden behind it."
"I don't know where you heard the news. If you think it is a good thing, then take it and get out. These two people are asking for it from Quan Zong."
"Ha?" Tong Ai smiled perversely, approaching step by step, "Sister Langmiao, are you really from the Kuan Quan Sect? Why don't you take off the red silk and say something like this? I just gave these rubbish to the Kuan Quan Sect for free. don't want."
"That's because you don't understand Kuan Quan Sect." Shui Miaomiao coughed softly and swallowed back the rising blood. There were so many disturbances here that she had already lost most of her physical strength before taking action, so she didn't have much chance of winning against Tong Ai. They can bluff, and the bright red dust silk that blows in the wind covers the two people behind them, "They have no choice in joining the Hehuan Sect, but as long as they want to live, the Kuanquan Sect will accept it. They compete with your two-faced and sweet-faced swordsmanship for the sake of their friends." He is thousands of times better."
"Hehehe~" Tong Ai was too lazy to talk nonsense. Her raised red lips were seductive, her silky eyebrows were eye-catching, and her graceful figure was graceful. She didn't know how to use the sword. She wanted the other party to kneel down in front of her willingly. He handed over the dazzling red silk to the skirt. This red silk must have attracted her, so she wanted to destroy it herself.
Shui Miaomiao was distracted and the sword fell into the snow.
To seduce her?
Shui Miaomiao wanted to laugh in her heart. Tong Ai was so pretty, she looked like a good girl. It was easy to understand why Tong Ai accepted her as her adopted daughter, so that she could be easily controlled, but how much ambition did Tong Ai see in it? Maybe I thought I could master it.
Just like Tong Ai now thinks that Shui Miaomiao has become the palm of her hand and can be kneaded at will.
It's just that all the charms are fragile in front of Yueshan, not to mention the passively triggered fairy dust blocking the way.
Tong Ai slowly approached and stretched out his hand. Shui Miaomiao, who had long since broken away and regained consciousness, suddenly smiled sweetly. Unfortunately, the red silk blocked his eyes from Tong Ai, but the purple mist that enveloped his eyes when he closed and opened them was breathtaking.
Shui Miaomiao tilted her head and saw Tong Ai's hand suddenly stopped just a hair away, and her delicate facial features gradually became distorted.
Why! Why does she have purple eyes! Tong Ba has never taught her yet! Tong Ai is no longer rare. Purple pupils don't focus on charming, but Tong Ai can't look away now.
Shui Miaomiao's clear eyes are wrapped in purple mist and full of mystery, making people want to dive in to find out. It is the ultimate temptation that crushes all the pretentious charm in Tong Ai.
"Perhaps you still have some chance of winning with a real sword and a real gun." Shui Miaomiao had no expression on her face, and the purple mist in her eyes became thicker and thicker. She controlled Tong Ai and threw away the blood-stained sword, and then made her pinch her neck with both hands.
"They say it's impossible to strangle yourself to death, but can you strangle yourself to death for me?" Shui Miaomiao didn't want her hands to be stained with this man's dirty blood.
"No, it's impossible, you, you're dreaming!" Tong Ai bit her tongue and blood spilled from her mouth. How could she lose? How could she lose to an outsider in the Hehuan Sect's most proud method? But she couldn't break free, and her hands gradually Tighten it up, and the feeling of suffocation gradually comes over you.
Rolling his eyes, Tong Ai glanced at the sword in the snow, and used his last bit of persistence to control the sword to fly up and attack Shui Miaomiao.
Shui Miaomiao blocked it easily, but the next second the sword bypassed her.
"Wait a minute!" Shui Miaomiao's expression condensed, and then he turned around and ran away. His outstretched hand was splashed with hot blood. He avoided Shui Miaomiao's sword and cut the necks of the two people behind him. He was filled with despair. Hope was annihilated together in this ice and snow. The sound of falling splashed with snow waves and drowned the red color, but it could not cover up the warmth of Shui Miaomiao's hands.
She didn't want her hands to be stained with blood, but she couldn't escape her fate in the end. Shui Miaomiao screamed with splitting liver and gallbladder, "Tong Ai! You really deserve to die!"
Tong Ai behind him had already broken away and retreated while Shui Miaomiao was in shock.
Although she couldn't hurt Shui Miaomiao under Zi Tong's control, she could kill the two classmates who had lost their fighting spirit, making Shui Miaomiao lose her mind and break free easily. This person is so kind.
The long sword quenches the flames, Shui Miaomiao is merciless, and Tong Ai is not to be outdone. His moves are full of killing intent, but there is a noise disturbance between Tong Ai and Shui Miaomiao due to the gap in cultivation. Shui Miaomiao is obviously at a disadvantage. Downwind and exhausted, the longer the delay, the more disadvantageous it will be for Shui Miaomiao.
Leng Ningchi rushed over to block Shui Miaomiao's blow. Tong Ai took a few steps back and saw the person coming, and the corner of his mouth curled up, "Two against one?"
Leng Ningchi looked at Shui Miaomiao, her eyes condensed, and all the coldness in her body quickly turned into substance and attacked Tong Ai. Shui Miaomiao grabbed her sleeves, and when she was about to open her mouth, Tong Ai beat him to it. Tong Ai breathed into his hand, "That's your bluff. Goddess Qiong, don't you know you can use one-third of your strength now?"
"She knows your situation." Shui Miaomiao calmed down and her heart felt like the snow. The snow had buried those bones as if they had never appeared, but the whirlwind in the air was real.
"Who did you talk to and what? Did you switch from chasing the masked man to killing your fellow disciples?" Shui Miaomiao asked straight to the point. Even though Tong Ai knew that Leng Ningchi was in the green calyx, he also noticed that Shui Miaomiao's cultivation was higher than she imagined. After all, it was a two-on-one situation, so she didn't dare to act rashly.
Tong Ai said perfunctorily, "It's just a family matter. It's you, Langmiao, who claims to be the Kuanquan sect, but you know the skills of my Hehuan sect. I want to take you back to the sect for trial. The Kuanquan sect can't say a word."
"Ha." Shui Miaomiao sneered, looking at the ownerless snow crystal in the sky, "If I destroy it now, will there be a second group of people to kill it?"
"How dare you!" Tong Ai attacked with his sword, but was stopped by Leng Ningchi, "Miaomiao, go ahead."
"Ning Chi." Shui Miaomiao shouted. Leng Ning Chi waved away Tong Ai with his sword and returned to Shui Miaomiao and asked, "What?" Shui Miaomiao shook her head and gave a calm look, Leng Ning The idiot stopped talking.
"It doesn't matter whether I dare or not." Shui Miaomiao looked at Tong Ai and said provocatively, "I'm just curious, is your so-called housework just to send you in and die?"
"What do you mean!"
"There is endless snow here, so consider this snow crystal as a gift from me, and you can't take it away."
Leng Ningchi held Shui Miaomiao's hand, and they understood each other with just one look. They had no choice but to keep walking and gamble on their luck.
Shui Miaomiao didn't believe that Tong Ai would be so stupid and coaxed into dying with just a few words. If there was no back-up plan, then that person wouldn't be able to use this snow crystal.
"You can do it yourself." Shui Miaomiao took a step back and his contemptuous behavior angered Tong Ai.
"Since you are looking for death, I will make it happen." Tong Ai took out a flower bud from his arms, which seemed to be transparent and filled with bright red liquid. He threw it into the air, the petals unfolded, and the liquid spread out like vaporization, and the snowflakes solidified in the air. The posture that was dyed pink slowly fell.
"It's blood." Leng Ningchi covered her nose and said in Shui Miaomiao's ear. She was vigilant and guarded. Xue Luo's body was fine. When it fell to the ground, the white snow seemed to be burnt, turning yellow, black and red...
(End of chapter)
