The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

"Keng!"

The tattered and pitch-black Farewell Sword suddenly appeared and blocked the Cindersnow Sword swung by Xie Ziye.

The two swords separated as soon as they touched, but then intersected dozens of times in an instant. The sound of swords rang continuously, and the sonic booms passed through the chat group, almost piercing the eardrums of the four monsters.

"So fast!"

Bald Chicken couldn't help but say, "This is the first time I've seen someone who can match Red Moonlight in swordsmanship."

Yuhuo snorted coldly: "If Hong Yueguang can use spiritual power, how can he compete with Hong Yueguang?"

Rebellious Little Black Bug: "Little Red is the most powerful!"

Undying Tree: "Be quiet, don't disturb Red Moonlight's battle."

Bald Chicken thought to himself, with Red Moonlight's concentration, she would probably automatically block out their voices the moment she held the Farewell Sword.

"Buzz!"

Xie Ziye turned his wrist, and the snowflakes surrounding the invisible sword formed a blizzard, exploding in all directions and engulfing Ji Qingzhou.

The entire Wenfu Garden turned into a snowy area with howling winds.

But the snowflakes floating in the sky were not pure white, but black snowflakes like ash.

The extremely cold air, filled with the smell of gunpowder from the battlefield, made it difficult to breathe.

The sword domain is covered with ice for thousands of miles!

A cultivator with a sword heart can realize his own sword domain after mastering the sword technique.

The sword domain is the realm of sword cultivation.

Different sword domains have different effects on the sword practitioner's own strength and the weakening of the enemy.

The more powerful the sword domain, the more obvious the difference.

The moment Ji Qingzhou stepped into Xie Ziye's sword domain, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Not only did his movements become slow due to the cold, but even his thinking slowed down a bit.

The space in front of her twisted, and an invisible sword shadow broke through the air and pierced her heart without any pause!

"laugh."

The knuckles of Xie Ziye's fingers holding Jinxue turned white. He stared at the sword that pierced Ji Qingzhou's heart, and his pupils shrank slightly.

"In a daze?"

A calm female voice sounded from behind.

It was too late for Xie Ziye to hide, Ji Qingzhou had already made his move before he could even utter a word -

"laugh!"

A streak of red-gold light flashed across the edge of the broken Farewell Sword, and the sharp sword energy cut through Xie Ziye's clothes on his back, and bright red, warm blood gushed out!

Xie Ziye groaned, subconsciously turned around to block, and was kicked hard in the right knee!

"boom!"

Xie Ziye knelt on one knee, his wrist felt a pain, and Jinxue flew out and plunged diagonally into the snow.

Then, a white hand grabbed the back of his head and slammed it hard into the snow.

"boom!"

Ji Qingzhou's movements were too fast and Xie Ziye seemed to have no time to react. He only felt a pain in his forehead and felt dizzy. Warm liquid flowed down his slightly cold cheeks and sank drop by drop into the dark snow, staining that area darker.

The hand pressing down on the back of his head grabbed his hair, forcing him to raise his chin, and a long sword was placed on his pale neck.

Perhaps it was pain or fatigue, Xie Ziye let out a short gasp.

He narrowed his eyes, stared through the blood, at Ji Qingzhou who was so close to him, without saying a word.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Ji Qingzhou spoke, unhurriedly, "I have some questions that only you can answer."

Xie Ziye still didn't say anything, just stared at her in silence.

The indifferent eyes no longer have the warmth of the past.

It's like looking at a stranger with whom you have no connection.

Just as Liu Furuo said, and as Xiao Reyi believed, the eldest senior brother of the Supreme Sword Sect, Xie Ziye, was a cold and aloof person.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."

Ji Qingzhou continued to talk to himself, "You are a genius favored by heaven, you have been blessed with many adventures, and even possess a divine weapon. But every time we met, you faced a powerful enemy and only relied on a handful of embers to fight the enemy. When you were seriously injured and your life was in danger, you only relied on your own spiritual power to regulate your breathing."

She asked, "Where are the spiritual weapons and elixirs you obtained from your training? Even the spiritual stones you carry with you don't seem to have many. Where are they?"

Xie Ziye said: "Killing me is not enough, do you still want to inherit my legacy?"

"That's a blessing that only happens to widows."

Ji Qingzhou chuckled: "You and I are not real husband and wife."

Xie Ziye paused, and he seemed to glare at Ji Qingzhou, but the little bit of his earlobe that was exposed under his black hair was so red that it seemed like blood was about to drip out.

"Ten years ago, I encountered an accident and my cultivation progress was slow. Your realm has surpassed mine. You always run into me by chance during training. In fact, you deliberately come to test me..."

Ji Qingzhou didn't care that the previous question didn't get an answer. She asked the second question: "During so many attempts, you had more than one chance to kill me, why didn't you do it?"

Xie Ziye clenched his teeth and said, "I just wasn't sure whether you recognized me or not... Now that I'm sure, I took action."

"is it?"

Ji Qingzhou seemed to be smiling, and it was unclear whether he believed Xie Ziye's words or had another answer in his mind.

"Thank you Ziye."

Ji Qingzhou suddenly asked: "Are you really possessed?"

"Haven't you already seen it?"

Xie Ziye said in a hoarse voice: "I killed people as a demon cultivator."

Ji Qingzhou lowered his eyes and stared at him, then said slowly: "I have seen you trying to kill someone as a demon cultivator."

"Friend Ji, do you have any other expectations of me?"

Xie Ziye curled his lips and said, "I have killed countless people over the years."

Ji Qingzhou said: "Tell me some names."

Xie Ziye was relieved.

"Why don't you speak?"

Ji Qingzhou grabbed Xie Ziye's hair, shook his head gently, and said slowly: "Are you afraid that after you tell me those names, I will find out that the people you killed were all demon cultivators?"

Xie Ziye's pupils shrank.

"Xie Ziye, has anyone ever told you that your acting is terrible?"

Ji Qingzhou took in his expression and sighed softly: "I was just tricking you just now."

"boom!"

Before Ji Qingzhou could finish his words, Xie Ziye, who had previously offered no resistance, suddenly burst out with demonic energy.

The cold and sticky aura, as if mixed with countless negative emotions, swallowed up Ji Qingzhou like a ferocious beast waiting to devour its prey!

"Shh!"

However, the evil spirit came to nothing.

What it devoured was nothing but the afterimage of Ji Qingzhou left behind.

Ji Qingzhou appeared several meters away. On the wrist of his left hand hanging by his side, a fish flashed with purple light and disappeared in an instant.

Xie Ziye stood up silently, staring at her mercilessly with a pair of eyes filled with dark energy.

Murderous.

"I wanted to save some dignity for myself, so I didn't intend to go this far."

Xie Ziye raised his hand, and Jhinxue was called back by him and held tightly in his hand.

He stared at Ji Qingzhou: "But you are too naive and have expectations of me that you shouldn't have. Fellow Daoist Ji, you will regret it."

Demonic energy soared to the sky, and Xie Ziye's cold and icy aura continued to rise, approaching the Nascent Soul stage!

The terrifying pressure came like a surging wave. Ji Qingzhou's spiritual power was bound by the secret realm and he was now just a mortal.

Even this kind of pressure can crush her into pulp!

However, Ji Qingzhou remained unmoved.

She stood where she was, looking indifferently at Xie Ziye who was coming towards her with a sword in hand.

"Wow."

He took out a thick stack of talismans.