Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

Chapter 710 Born with Sword Bones, Little Master Uncle x2 Paranoid Cultivation 53

Zhu Baishao stopped by the river, as if he didn't expect this person to know his name.

"Little uncle..."

The young man lowered his head and uttered word by word. He didn't want Zhu Baishao to see his red eyes.

"Did you forget it?"

"Poxue Sect, Jiuhua Peak, born with sword bones, Yuanying cultivator... Zhu Baishao..."

"Master Junior...everything here is an illusion, it's all fake..."

Zhao Qing's voice was hoarse and he used great strength to utter every word.

He wanted to say that someone had cheated on her, that person had robbed her, and wanted to keep the moon for himself, and that person deserved to die.

He wanted to say, let's go kill him together, and if we kill him, no one else will know what happened in the illusion.

But he thought of himself in his second life, who also had evil intentions.

He is also a lunatic who covets the moon.

So Zhao Qing tried hard to adjust his expression, trying to show his usual gentle and elegant demeanor. The corners of his mouth twitched stiffly, and he asked softly again: "You really don't remember?"

As soon as these words came out, the expression on Zhu Baishao's face went blank for a moment, and at the same time, the hand hidden under her sleeve crushed the master key that could break the seal.

A gust of spiritual wind suddenly arose with Zhu Baishao as the center, blowing the lotus leaves and flowers on the river surface all over the place, and Zhao Qing was blown back two steps.

For a moment, he felt both happy and sad.

Zhu Baishao closed her eyes in the center of the spiritual power storm. The strong wind blew off the jade hairpin that she had inserted diagonally. Her three thousand black hairs flew behind her, and her whole aura rose steadily.

The jade hairpin fell to the ground and broke into three pieces.

Zhao Qing could feel Zhu Baishao's emotions: anger, resentment, disbelief... extremely complicated.

He felt the same way.

Sure enough, it was that person who took advantage of the fact that my sister's memory was sealed and sneaked in to deceive my sister's feelings.

Zhu Baishao's powerful burst of spiritual power affected the illusion, causing the already precarious and barely maintained delicate balance to be on the verge of losing control, and the illusion began to crack inch by inch.

She opened her eyes, her pupils were like ice, her red lips opened and closed, and the voice that came out was even colder than ever before:

"Broken snow."

……

outside world.

After everyone knew Yin Wu Yue's identity, their expressions changed. Those who hated evil looked at them with disgust, those who were greedy had flickering eyes, and all kinds of people had different expressions.

After seeing him use his spiritual power to crush someone to pieces after killing them, many people looked at him with disgust.

The spiritual power in Jiuyu's body surged, and the long sword wrapped in powerful momentum cut off Yin Wu Yue's giant evil hand that bound him. Then he pinched the sword formula and slashed heavily at Yin Wu Yue with the sword.

He said as if he was ready to die: "We, the righteous disciples, take it as our duty to subdue demons and eliminate evil. We should kill the Demon Lord and protect the world!"

His voice was extremely bewitching at this moment. After several cultivators in the Spirit Transformation Stage looked at each other, whether for the sake of face or for the secret behind the spiritual mist, they all joined forces to attack Yin Wu Yue.

At this moment, Yin Wu Yue, who was surrounded by black demonic energy, sneered and formed a barrier with a wave of his hand, blocking the attacks of everyone outside.

With his hands behind his back, he leisurely looked at these righteous people whose faces were flushed with excitement. He saw them condense into a torrent, and all kinds of magical attacks shot towards him like spiritual power.

Yin Wu Yue's black eyes were so bright that they were almost evil. He thought with some annoyance, why not just kill them all? It's so annoying.

The demonic energy in his hand surged and transformed into a giant palm that covered the sky and the sun, crushing towards everyone with endless pressure.

Before the giant palm fell, many people vomited blood and flew backwards.

Seeing that the giant palm of demonic energy was about to cover the sect master and others, Yin Wu Yue's body froze, and he could hardly maintain the sneer on the corner of his mouth.

He felt that the illusion was broken.

Just when the clan leader, Jiuyu and others were feeling a little hopeless, a cold female voice sounded. Although the voice was not loud, everyone could hear it clearly.

"Broken snow."

Following the sound, a ray of light shot up into the sky from the distance of the secret realm. The clouds in the sky changed dramatically, and snowflakes began to float in the sky pulled by demonic and spiritual energy. An extremely cold frost blew in one's face.

Immediately afterwards, a cold arc of light as clear as the moon flashed by.

The people who were suppressed by the giant palm of evil energy only felt their bodies lighten. The terrifying giant palm was actually split into two halves by the arc of light just now.

This……

The clan leader's eyes lit up, and he looked in the direction of the familiar arc of light. Sure enough, he saw the familiar girl in snow-covered clothes.

The white arc of light returned to her hand, and everyone realized that it was a sword.

The sword was clearly made of a transparent material like ice, and was now held by the girl, with fair hands, a transparent sword, snow-white clothes, black hair, and a clean and icy aura.

At the end of her eyes, which were like a pool of cold water, there was a bright red teardrop mole that was extremely eye-catching.

For a moment, it was hard to tell which side had become the foil.

"Bai Shao!" The sect leader called out happily.

At this time, many people realized that this person was the talented swordsman from the Poxue Sect.

In her hand was the once world-famous Snow-Breaking Sword.

Seeing is better than hearing.

Born with sword bones, he is indeed extraordinary.

This was not the time for greetings, and Zhu Baishao had no intention of doing so. She flashed and disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already close to Yin Wu Yue, who was looking at her with complicated eyes. The sword blade slashed down with a cold light, and the barrier that had remained strong under the combined attack of everyone was shattered, turning into streams of light and dissipating in the air.

Zhu Baishao flipped his wrist, and the frosty sword energy from the Snow-Breaking Sword in his hand turned into countless tiny wind blades, which instantly condensed into a giant sword, pressing towards Yin Wu Yue like a pillar supporting the sky.

The spiritual energy in the secret realm, guided by the mysterious power of heaven, also gathered towards the giant sword, forming a viscous vortex, which seemed to be able to eliminate Yin Wu Yue, the malignant demon lord, in one fell swoop.

Yin Wu Yue was under overwhelming pressure, his sleeves were rustling in the wind, but he turned a blind eye to the giant sword coming at him, his deep eyes only fixed on the snow-white figure behind him.

He sent a telepathic message, "Madam..."

Zhu Baishao's fingers trembled.

Yin Wu Yue was delighted when he caught this subtle movement, but before he could smile, he saw Zhu Baishao gathering strength to chop down with his sword again.

She hates him.

After coming to this conclusion, the demonic energy in Yin Wu Yue's body became extremely turbulent, and even the Kunlun Secret Realm was filled with thick clouds, which compressed the spiritual energy that was repelling him to the point where he could not resist. An unprecedented terrifying pressure enveloped the entire scene.

The giant sword fell.

With a loud bang, the ground here broke into pieces, dust flew everywhere, and the demonic and spiritual energies were all in disorder.

Yin Wu Yue was standing in mid-air. He stretched out one hand and firmly grasped the sword light of the giant sword. Veins on the back of his hand were faintly bulging.

Zhu Baishao had a blank expression and cold eyes. His sword style changed and sword lights poured towards Yin Wu Yue like a storm.

The latter had a tense face and just defended himself without fighting back.