My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

Until the sword energy subsided and the dazzling light disappeared.

Everyone looked at the Jade Bodhi. There were deep sword marks on its trunk, and even some branches were broken, splitting the sky and the sea of ​​clouds.

Linghu Xian's blood surged and his face looked extremely ugly.

The people of Liuxue Zong and others behind him were even more silent.

Li Feng stared at the sacred tree in a daze, as if he had been struck by lightning.

It turned out that he had deliberately concealed his weakness when fighting with him, not to mention that he was fighting against a higher level opponent, which made him even more depressed.

"The sword moves are powerful, but with the consumption of this technique, you can only perform them for a few more rounds."

Linghu Xian took back the Jade Bodhi, took a step forward to a distance of a hundred feet, and stood under the bright moon.

"Wang Xiaoke, I'll give you one last chance!"

"Give me a chance?" Wang Xiaoke sneered in response: "Are you so confident that you can defeat me?"

"I should be the one who said that you kidnapped my fiancée and my apprentice."

"If you don't let me go, don't blame me for slaughtering you, old woman."

Linghu Xian's chest was heaving with anger; she really wanted to kill someone.

"Okay, okay!" she sighed three times.

A faint purple light burst out from between the eyebrows, and thousands of silk threads entangled the sky and the earth.

Ice crystals spread across the soles of Linghu Immortal's feet, and he was forming the Red Dust Curse Seal with his hands.

"A thousand threads bind the heart."

The illusory silk threads seemed to have eyes, overwhelming and pressing towards the young man.

Wang Xiaoke was not at all panicked. He turned his wrist and raised thousands of sword shadows.

"cut."

With a light word, a torrent of sword shadows met the silk thread, but the expected scene did not appear, and the thin thread actually passed through directly.

"No." Wang Xiaoke reacted and quickly retreated.

As he dodged in a hurry, several thin threads passed through his body.

Linghu Xian raised the corner of his lips: "This magical power is invisible and has no substance."

"This elder has been meditating for a hundred years. Please appreciate it carefully!"

Just as Wang Xiaoke was about to speak, his vision twisted and his head felt as if it were being pricked by needles, causing him to gasp in pain.

He held his forehead and raised his eyes, and the scene before him made him stunned.

There is no Kunlun Mountain snow nearby, it is clearly a night market street.

The hawkers' cries, the music from the milk tea shop, the noise of the crowd...

This familiar scene is the snack street in Shanghai.

"What's going on... an illusion? When was it cast?"

Wang Xiaoke felt a sharp pain in his brain and his memory gradually became blurred.

Standing up, his eyes froze as he looked at the broken bowl at his feet.

Wang Xiaoke was stunned and looked at the whole body, and found that it was a child.

As he frowned and recalled, a familiar voice floated over.

"That child is quite pitiful. Is he hungry?"

"Seventh sister, our meeting is fate, do you understand what I mean?"

The crowd became agitated, and countless men stopped to talk.

A girl in uniform, with a temperament as graceful as an iceberg snow lotus, stuffed some banknotes into the bowl.

"Seventh sister!"

Looking at the familiar girl in front of him, Wang Xiaoke was stunned.

"Ok?"

Wang Siqi frowned and relaxed her brows, then stood up and ignored him.

"Seventh sister? We are not related at all, just call me sister."

"Here is a thousand dollars. Buy whatever you want to eat."

Noticing her attitude, Wang Xiaoke's pupils shrank.

"Sister, you don't recognize me. I'm Wang Xiaoke."

"Wang...Xiao Ke?" Wang Siqi looked at him suspiciously.

"I don't recognize him, but he has the same last name as me, so we are destined to be together."

"Is Seventh Sister ready?" Several girls came over and urged.

"Don't waste time, my brother still wants to watch a movie."

Wang Yingying has waist-length hair and a noble and straightforward temperament.

"Yeah Siqi, don't stand there, I'm afraid my fans will recognize me."

Wang Xinru wore sunglasses and a mask. Although she was wrapped tightly, it was still not difficult to see that she was absolutely beautiful!

"Third sister, fifth sister?"

Wang Xiaoke blurted out subconsciously, but was scrutinized by the two women.