"Xiao Haochen!" Murong Haoyue shouted again unwillingly.

"Come on, don't yell, it's so noisy." A snow-white Taoist robe landed gracefully. Xiao Haochen shook the whisk and looked at the woman lying in his arms with a smile, and said with a gentle look: "This body is really weak."

Murong Haoyue gritted her teeth and said, "What's wrong with her?"

"What?" Yan Jingchen next to him opened his eyes wide. He thought Xiao Haochen had not attacked the Red Rou Tower Master, but at this moment, the Red Rou Tower Master had fainted, and Murong Haoyue's attitude after falling from the clouds, he realized that this matter might not be as simple as he thought.

"I clearly explained it very clearly just now. Senior brother, why should you deceive yourself here?" Xiao Haochen sneered: "She, she is not long after her death."

Yan Jingchen was shocked, "What did you say!"

"I need to repeat it again? I'm afraid it won't work. I can't speak for three times. I don't have the courage to repeat this matter in front of my senior brother three times. Because I'm about to die, but his beloved woman." Xiao Haochen's tone was aggravated when he said the last sentence.

A sentence on the clouds, "The deadline is coming."

The sentence just now, "I'm not long after my life."

Plus the current sentence "I'm going to die".

This is what he calls "nothing can be said to be three".

Xiao Haochen stretched and his whole body was loose, as if he was talking about something that was not worth caring about.

Yan Jingchen pressed his hand on the hilt of Muhuai Sword, "You!"

"It's only three things." Murong Haoyue said coldly, and lightning flashed by his fingertips inadvertently.

Xiao Haochen shrugged and looked at Yan Jingchen, "Look." Then he turned around and avoided the hidden thunder. The lightning flashed behind him, splitting the entire Suzaku Maple Tree into coke. He turned to look at the coke, "Senior Brother, do you want to kill me."

"You have repeatedly hurt my wife, and this hatred cannot be eliminated." Murong Haoyue sent the Red Robe Tower Master to Yan Jingchen's arms and walked forward step by step.

"But if it weren't for me, she wouldn't be able to meet you anymore. She would only be buried in that snow and ice forever, and in the end she would only freeze into a dry bone that no one could recognize." Xiao Haochen smiled, "It would be fine if you don't thank me, but you still want to kill me?"

"It's not thanks to you!" Murong Haoyue's eyes were cold, and a tiny light of lightning condensed in her palm.

"It's just a canifer that is placed in the world, so why bother with it?" Xiao Haochen clenched his fingers into an illusory chess piece.

"Go to death!" Murong Haoyue fell down with a palm.

"Come on." Xiao Haochen showed an elusive smile and met the palm.

The Suzaku Square above his head collapsed in an instant, and the broken walls fell down with a loud bang, but when they were about to approach the two, they scattered dust. Yan Jingchen hugged the Red Robe Tower Master and retreated several feet away before he could not be affected.

Murong Haoyue retreated quickly and hit the bronze statue of Suzaku.

"You can't beat me, senior brother. If you stubbornly come forward, I will no longer hold back." Xiao Haochen raised the whisk, waved away the dust in front of him, and persuaded in harmony.

Murong Haoyue gritted her teeth and stood up, but she could only try hard to keep herself from falling down.

In fact, Xiao Haochen was not wrong on the clouds. Murong Haoyue's immortal body was made by Xiao Haochen, and no one knew it better than him. In addition, his qi-looking Taoist technique was even more powerful than Yu Yin's true teachings, so it can be easily seen that Murong Haoyue's weakest part is.

"Nephew Xiao." His voice was plain and cold, as if the person who came was not kind.

"This situation is really big." Xiao Haochen smiled and turned slowly.

Daoren Zhao of Shushan, Qi Tianshi of Qingchengshan, Wudang Qingyin, and Duan Zhenren of Longhushan. A group of people who were respected as Taoist immortal masters led dozens of Taoist priests and surrounded Xiao Haochen.

"Nephew Xiao is in the position of Taoist sect. If the formation is not big, how can you be worthy of your current identity?" Dao Ren Zhao said slowly.

Xiao Haochen waved his hands repeatedly, "Oh, I can't stand this."

"I'm afraid I'm still a little bit smaller. I wonder what Nephew Xiao thinks?" Taoist Zhao took a step forward.

Xiao Haochen looked at Qing Yin innocently, "Uncle Master."

Qingyin sighed, "Haochen."

"Why is this?" Xiao Haochen said helplessly.

Qingyin shook his head without answering.

But the Taoist Zhao took a step forward, "Xiao Haochen! Hand over that music score."

"What? In the face of this interest, the dog's mouth no longer spits ivory?" Xiao Haochen glanced at him, "If I talk to my uncle, do you deserve to interrupt?"

Daoren Zhao angrily said: "The people in the Taoist sect have kept that musical score privately is a serious crime. Do you want to take it for yourself?"

Xiao Haochen raised his eyebrows, "What if I say, what?"

Daoren Zhao shouted, "Bold!" As soon as he finished speaking, the sixty-four Shushan swordsmen behind him drew their swords one after another. Although their swords had been broken, the light of the sixty-four broken swords should not be underestimated.

But what is it in front of Xiao Haochen?

He flicked his fingers gently.

Daoren Zhao flew out like a kite with a broken string.

All the swords were cracked along the way, leaving only the empty hilt.

Luo Feiyu, who was on the top of Cuiyun, accidentally witnessed all this. He took a breath, "Mom, everyone except me can break the sword."

"It's just that golden scale, but I'm thinking of climbing into a dragon." Xiao Haochen gently blew his fingertips, "Is it funny?"

Qi Tianshi said in a deep voice: "President Xiao, please stop."

"I'll stop me, what have I done?" Xiao Haochen said helplessly.

"This son is impermanent, and he will cause a great disaster in the future. Please don't think of the old love and decide quickly." Duan Zhenren had already found a roll of talisman paper.

Qingyin sighed, "Forget it."

"Okay." Duan Zhenren bit his fingertips and drew a spell with blood.

A whirlpool formed in the blood light, causing gravel and soil all over the ground to head towards Xiao Haochen.

But Xiao Haochen stood there and did not hide.

"Haochen!" Qing Yin said in surprise.

"Flying sand and stones!" Duan Zhenren shouted.

At this time, a thunder sword came to Xiao Haochen and blocked all the sand.

Duan Zhenren shouted: "Murong Haoyue! What do you want to do?"

Murong Haoyue slowly stepped forward, recalled the Lei Jian back to her hand, and looked at Xiao Haochen, "She, does she have any way to recover?"

Xiao Haochen also looked at him.

But he did not see any hatred in his eyes, but with some urgent plea and his desire to seize the last straw.

"I'm still thinking about her." Xiao Haochen withdrew his gaze, "But unfortunately, my answer is, no."

Murong Haoyue's pupils shrank, and the light in her eyes also dissipated at this moment.

"This is the gift I left to you for senior brother. You might as well experience it yourself and don't have He Liluan's sorrow." Xiao Haochen sneered.
Chapter completed!