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

Looking at Pei Yinxia who was approaching step by step with a teasing look on his face, Shui Duchen was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around and ran.

"I lied to you."

Pei Yinxia had already come to the side of the blood-red sword. He suddenly raised his hand, drew the sword, and stabbed towards Shui Duchen's heart!

"You are too boring and no longer worthy of my amusement—"

This sword is extremely sharp.

It was a full-strength attack from a Jindan-stage cultivator!

He didn't even hold back just because the person in front of him was just a Qi Refining Stage cultivator.

The long sword raised a strong wind that almost pierced people's skin, and the blood-red sword body was like a spray of blood, pointing directly at Shui Duchen's heart!

"Keng!"

However, Pei Yinxia's full-strength sword strike, which he thought could kill Shui Duchen in one blow, actually...

Blocked? !

"How can it be--"

Pei Yinxia's face, which had been smiling all the time, showed a hint of surprise.

Just the Qi Refining Stage!

he--

Pei Yinxia's gaze focused and he discovered that yellow talismans were wrapped around Shui Duchen's hands at some point.

The surging spiritual energy of the talisman strengthened his hands and poured into his sword, blocking the Jindan stage cultivator's peak sword attack!

"ten years."

Shui Duchen looked at the blood-red sword that he had blocked, and finally spoke, "For the past ten years, I have dreamed every day and night of you stabbing at Junior Sister, and the sword that finally pierced through me."

In his dreams, he was always powerless to resist at first and was pierced by the sword.

Powerlessness, pain, despair...

Countless negative emotions nailed him into his dream, making it difficult for him to break free.

Shui Duchen couldn't sleep all night because of this.

But his meridians were all broken and he had become a mortal. How could he not sleep?

In the end, he would still be nailed into that dream and feel the same painful torture.

After experiencing the initial despair, Shui Duchen found that escape was useless.

He was already a cripple physically, so was he going to be a coward mentally as well?

He is unwilling... He is unwilling to accept this!

Shui Duchen began to try hard to resist in his dream.

But how can ordinary people control their dreams freely?

At first, Shui Duchen could only move his fingers in his dream.

Then he was able to move his body slowly.

As time went by, his movements in his dreams became more and more agile.

Shui Duchen even began to look forward to falling asleep.

In reality, he couldn't use his body well.

But in his dreams, he could fight against Jindan stage cultivators.

At first, he couldn't dodge the sword and could only fight with injuries.

But now——

"Three years ago, I could have blocked your sword."

Shui Duchen's voice was hoarse, mixed with complex emotions that were difficult to describe to anyone. He slowly said: "In the past three years, I have blocked the sword you stabbed at me thousands of times."

"so what?"

The surprise on Pei Yinxia's face disappeared, and he showed a smile that showed he was in control of everything again.

His tone was full of gnashing teeth: "You are weaker than you were ten years ago! And I am stronger than I was ten years ago! Even if you block my sword, what will you use to defeat me next?!"

Pei Yinxia flipped his wrist and the demonic energy vibrated.

Shui Duchen was knocked over by the blow. He turned around and used his sword to support himself on the ground, sliding backwards for dozens of meters before stopping.

He looked up and met Pei Yinxia from a distance.

That handsome and gentle face, with a firm look and a hint of smile in his eyes: "Pei Yinxia, ​​I admit my weakness, but I also acknowledge your strength."

"but--"

"Who said that your opponent is me?"

As soon as Shui Duchen finished speaking, Pei Yinxia realized something was wrong.

In the madman's maze, there is always sand and wind that makes people feel dry.

But Pei Yinxia felt a light breeze from the hot and dry wind and sand.

"Crack!"

Pei Yinxia twisted his neck hard, creating an arc that would break an ordinary person's neck, and his bones made a teeth-grinding sound.

However, it was too late.

The breeze has arrived.

When he felt the breeze on his face, the attack had already arrived quietly.

"laugh!"

A line of blood appeared on Pei Yinxia's cheek where the breeze brushed.

A sword wound deep enough to see the bone appeared on Pei Yinxia's face, and blood spurted out!

"Ji! Qing! Zhou!"

Pei Yinxia's voice was filled with excitement, and he couldn't help laughing: "It's you...it's you, it's you! You're here!"

He shouted, but his eyes were fixed on Shui Duchen: "So, you have been stalling for time!"

Shui Duchen stood up and nodded simply: "What else?"

"waste!"

Pei Yinxia scolded: "You are still the same as you were ten years ago, a loser who is waiting for luck to come and waiting for others to save you!"

"You can scold me if you want, but why are you scolding yourself too?"

Shui Duchen smiled and said, "It's as if you were the one who was severely injured by my master in the Demon Palace ten years ago. If it weren't for the rescue of more than ten Demon Palace elders, I would have died on the spot."

Pei Yinxia narrowed his eyes, and the exaggerated smile on his face faded slightly. He lowered his voice: "Shui, Du, Chen."

He raised his hand, and the sword pointed sharply at Shui Duchen's face, as if he wanted to pierce through Shui Duchen's mouth!

"Keng!"

A breeze blew by, and a broken long sword that was completely black and looked like it had been destroyed in countless battlefields blocked Pei Yinxia's full-strength attack.

"Pei Yinxia."

Behind the sword, Ji Qingzhou raised his slightly drooped eyes and looked at Pei Yinxia. The clear light could not hide the surging fighting spirit.

"Your opponent is me."

Ji Qingzhou said: "As long as I am here, you can't hurt Third Brother."

“Ha…hahahahaha—”

Pei Yinxia seemed to have heard a huge joke, "Brother and sister, are you playing some kind of back-and-forth game? This line sounds so familiar!"

"Ji Qingzhou! You were also a loser who depended on others to save you ten years ago!"

Pei Yinxia pressed down his long sword, smiling with sarcasm: "Ten years later, you won't be able to play the role of saving others!"

"Keng!"

Ji Qingzhou turned her wrist, and the blood-red sword that Pei Yinxia was about to use to overpower her was directly deflected by her!

Pei Yinxia was startled, "You..."

Strange...strange!

According to reports from his spies, Ji Qingzhou had just entered the Golden Core Stage not long ago.

Why, why did this sword make him feel——

Before Pei Yinxia could think deeply, Ji Qingzhou drew his sword and slashed at him.

Her sword is always the fastest.

In an instant, thousands of sword lights arrived!

If it were any other swordsman, his sword would be fast but not fierce, and his sword would be fierce but not fast.

Ji Qingzhou can have both.

Not only fast, but also ruthless!

The sword energy seemed to have been woven into a dense, airtight net, which enveloped Pei Yinxia, ​​as if to wrap and entangle him tightly. No matter how hard he struggled, the net would only become tighter and tighter, and he would become more and more suffocated, eventually facing death!

Pei Yinxia felt the powerful sword force surging towards him, and his breathing was a little stagnant.

It was only this brief moment of daze before a sharp pain struck—

"what!"

Blood spurted out of countless blood lines on Pei Yinxia's face and body, and the wounds were so deep that the bones were visible.

If it weren't for his strong physique, he would have turned into pieces of meat by now!

Pei Yinxia screamed, and the pain made him react. He quickly retreated and raised his sword to resist.

His sword is not slow.

But Ji Qingzhou's sword was faster and did not give him a chance to react.

When Pei Yinxia wanted to retreat, Ji Qingzhou had already approached him.

She, who had always fought in silence, spoke for the first time:

"Where do you want to escape to?"

Her voice fell into Pei Yinxia's ears.

Pei Yinxia was in a trance for a moment.

The voice overlapped with his voice ten years ago.

On a snowy day, he appeared in front of Ji Qingzhou like the god of death, with the pressure of the golden elixir, forcing Ji Qingzhou, who had not yet established his foundation, into a dead end.

Both sides chased each other.

Pei Yinxia looked at her stumbling and embarrassed figure and couldn't help but chuckle:

"Where do you want to escape to?"

Ten years ago, his teasing laughter overlapped with the woman's indifferent inquiry at this moment.

"laugh!"

The long sword cut through the air with a dragon roar and pierced Pei Yinxia's heart!