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With the consumption of the Origin Returning Pill, the spirit energy had already touched the spirit sword barrier. There were no obstacles to breaking through. In one breath, he released his mind and broke through the soul sword's final barrier.

Whoosh! The Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth rushed into his body like a violent storm. Ling Quan felt as if his entire body was floating. Closer. Closer. The time to get rid of the pill was not far. Before long, he would be able to set up a Spiritual Concentration Formation to absorb the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth. The time for him to recover his peak cultivation was just around the corner.

After dispersing the foul air in his body, his spirit had already left the verdant mountain. The crescent moon was right in front of his eyes. The town of Westhow was awake at dawn, and many shops were open. He could no longer travel with Zhu Yue in the future. He had many things to do once they left the capital. Bringing Zhu Yue along would affect his footsteps. After some thought, he took out a jade slip and recorded dozens of spells.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the autumn cloud hairpin, and for the moment, he couldn't bear to restore the scene where Duro used it for the last time. However, he still recorded down the restoration spell. "That cruel reality was unacceptable to him." A person who took the blame? "Where do you think you're going?"

The bustling crowd moved around the clamor of life. In the slightly lit east, the sun had yet to rise. The morning mist that surrounded the town of Huiso made this part of the world seem especially blurred. Ling Du, who was in the midst of the fog, quickly discovered Zhu Yue's figure.

She was running for her life. "Behind him, the gang was chasing and shouting." "Stupid girl, stop right there."

"Bandits, give me your life."

You have guts! A man dares to rob things. Now Ling was no longer worried about her. Zhu Yue flashed thousands of feet away before the people behind her caught up. Ling Du could not help but smile as she followed him.

Five days had passed, and Zhu Yue was already a famous person in Huishuo Town. A female thief, a female bandit. This strange speed made people go crazy. The worst thing is that she stole your stuff and told you, as if she were being deliberately pursued.

"I've troubled you." Ling Jun shook his head and sighed bitterly. The reason he had lost Zhu Yue that day was to disperse the enemies that might appear. Who would have thought that she would lead a group of people to walk in circles around Huishuo. It had to be said that she was a good helper. If her surname wasn't Zhu, Ling Jun wouldn't have left her.

After running for three miles, Zhu Yue threw something behind her, "I'll return it to you." As he spoke, he turned around and made a face. Ah, the Spirit is in the line behind us. She let out a long sigh of relief. Damn you, you pervert! You have only been recovering in a few days! " He turned around and continued running. It's easy to become a public figure with so much effort, but it's all because of you!

That day, she suddenly kicked Hou Mingjian to chase up to the entrance of the pill shop. Just as she was about to enter, a gorgeous woman suddenly appeared and blocked her way. Without saying a word, the woman suddenly made her move.

Hey, who am I, Zhu Yue? It was no longer the same. Can you hit me? She easily dodged the attack.

"It really is you!" The woman seemed to only want to probe. After confirming Zhu Yue's identity, he immediately broke through the door of the pill shop.

The boss innocently said to the elderly woman, "Good morning, Guest."

It's already noon, and it's still early? The woman's phoenix-like eyebrows creased. She took out a curved dagger and aimed it at Zhu Yue. I'll kill you first. "

Hehe, I'm so scared. "Zhu Yue turned around and ran." If you have the ability, come chase after me. "

The boss muttered, "How dare you provoke an assassin …" Seeing Zhu Yue disappear in a flash, he couldn't help guessing Ling Jun's identity.

Zhu Yue's life of escape began. She originally wanted to go look for the Spirit Cultivator, but thinking that he did not have the strength to fight right now, she decided to cause chaos to distract the woman's attention. From time to time he would stop to tease her.

When the helpers arrived, she decided to ruthlessly repair the woman who had been chasing her for the past five days.

As everyone gathered their belongings, Ling Du rushed to Zhu Yue's side. And in front of them stood an enchanting woman. A purple skintight dress accentuated her perfect figure. A thin morning mist lingered over the exquisite curves, giving off a dreamy feeling.

With the scimitar in her hand, her expression was cold and her beauty was unapproachable. She was one of the best assassins in the Iron Blood Alliance, the number one Spirit Sword, Zi Shuang. The headquarters of the Iron Blood Union had been ordered by her to assassinate Ling Jun.

Zi Shuang waved her hand and slashed out. The scimitar was as thin as a piece of paper, but it emitted a dazzling light and a strong destructive force.

Boom! Both Ling Jun and Zhu Yue split up and dodged on both sides. The spot where they were originally standing had cracks that extended over twenty zhang in length. Zhu Yue laughed out loud and said, "Crazy woman, the person you want to kill is here."

Zi Shuang did not respond. She raised her scimitar again, and a cold light shot out in all directions. Whoosh. Her blade chopped out a crescent-shaped saber light. Zhu Yue didn't even dodge. With her spiritual power present, was there even a need for him to make a move?

"Bang!" He did not stop her but instead used his maximum speed to pull her away and hand her the jade slip with the spell recorded on it. "Let's go, this person is too strong."

Then why didn't you dodge! Zhu Yue didn't stay for even a moment. She disappeared like a wisp of smoke.

Since both of them were fleeing in the opposite direction from Zhu Yue, this was the best way to leave. He was afraid that the woman would chase after Zhu Yue, and from time to time, he would stop to fight with her.

Terrifying woman, terrifying scimitar. Wherever the blade passed, everything that blocked it would be destroyed. After a quarter-hour, he could only concentrate on escaping. After all, he didn't have the speed that Zhu Yue could have used to confuse ghosts and gods.

Zi Shuang was going crazy. Zhu Yue's speed was something she could still accept, but this little brat in front of her was so fast. She swore to kill one today no matter what. As a hitman, this was the first time she showed an expression of anger.

The scimitar was even more frightening than the scimitar.

Purple blade light erupted from her body like a volcanic eruption. At this moment, she was a volcano. A gorgeous, soul-stirring volcano. Under the light of the rising sun, she danced with the fanaticism of her life, blooming with the incomparably gorgeous light of death.

There was no longer a way out for Spirit Master. Fifty feet away, Violet Shuang had already unleashed a Killing Array with her saber light, covering an area of ten zhang around her. The terrifying flow of true energy was like a devilish flickering beauty. Suddenly, something happened.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The sound of the scimitar pierced through the air could be heard from all directions. He felt as if countless scimitars were stabbing at him. Even though there was only one enemy in front of him. "However, her attacks definitely have more than just one move." "Asura Seven Killing Blade!" Seven Kills in one stroke. Seven Kills in one stroke. Seven Kills in one stroke. In the past, the Asuras Daolord had slain seven Asuras with a single blow of his saber. From then onwards, the name of Seven Deadly Slaughter would spread throughout the world. The spirit-type had always wanted to cause trouble for him, but Asuras' movements were simply too bizarre.

Today, when your blade meets the Ashura Sword, can you kill me with one strike? Ling Jun coldly shouted, "Asura Sword!" In that mythical battlefield, the Asura that failed was called the Asura. He would use the sword of the loser to defeat the sword of the Shura, which had a righteous and victorious meaning.

The Soul Sword exuded a powerful killing intent as it accompanied Ling Jun's body as it moved to cover the sword with a layer of pitch-black true energy. Under the rays of the sun, it seemed like a ghost from hell, unstoppably pouncing towards Violet Frost.

Boom! The spiritual energy collided with the violet frost blade and sword. Endless true energy shot out in all directions. Ling Di thought to himself, "Not good, she can already kill seven people in one slash?" The Soul Sword clashed with her scimitar and was stuck to it. The sound of wind breaking was right behind him. What a strange knife technique!