more and more intense. The smaller. When Yin Kuang broke through all the hair and rushed in front of the white-haired witch, only a layer of purple dragon soul flame was left covering Yin Kuang’s skin.
The tip of the green sword was pointed directly at the white-haired witch.
Is the white-haired witch willing to die like this? of course not! With a tap of her toes, her body jumped up and retreated quickly. The tip of the Qingzhi Sword was always five centimeters away from her throat. In the process of retreating and chasing, the white-haired witch faced Yin Kuang. Her pair of eyes full of hatred were staring at Yin Kuang, as if she wanted to engrav him in her heart forever, even if Even if the other person turns to ashes, she must be able to recognize him.
“Keep the green hills here, don’t worry about running out of firewood! As long as I live, as long as I can obtain the ‘Immortal Wine’ and cultivate into Xian Zhuo Yihang, and this bastard, even if you die, you can’t even think of escaping from my practice of colorful clothes. The palm of my hand!” The white-haired witch thought in her heart. As a result, she retreated faster and faster.
“Not good!” Yin Kuang’s heart skipped a beat, and he was about to use the soul power he retained in his body to kill the white-haired witch in one fell swoop. However, when he thought of the “enemy” existing in the dark, he hesitated. Perhaps, as long as he bursts out his reserved soul power, the white-haired witch who is already at the end of her strength will die under her sword, but how will he deal with the enemy in the dark?
“Damn it, it’s at this time!”
And at the moment when Yin Kuang hesitated, the white hair of the white-haired witch suddenly grew wildly, covering her entire body, forming a huge cocoon. Then there was a “bang”, the white hair cocoon suddenly exploded, and countless white hairs flew in all directions. Where is the shadow of the white-haired witch?
Yin Kuang sighed and stopped pursuing. My heart is filled with regret. Yin Kuang did not expect that the white-haired witch would give up on Zhuo Yihang and evacuate on her own. Sure enough, life is still more important than love. It’s just that I can’t kill the white-haired witch this time. I don’t know when I will have the chance. There wasn’t much time left for him.
Finally, the white-haired witch escaped.
Yin Kuang returned to the top of Qingluan Mountain, which had been flattened. He looked at Zhuo Yihang, who was sitting leaning against a broken wall, and said, “Do you know there is a poem that can describe you now? It’s called ‘ Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster strikes. The only difference is that you and she are not husband and wife.”
Zhuo Yihang’s soul was damaged, and his body was also seriously injured, so his current condition is very poor. He took a shaky breath, looked at Yin Kuang calmly, and said with a calm expression: “I have already regarded her as my wife. It’s just that although this world is big, it can’t accommodate the t