Chapter 378: Qiu Zhenhui's anger

"Hey! Qiu Zhenhui, why are you here?" Xiao Zimo smiled.
boom!
But to his surprise, Qiu Zhenhui threw a fist at him with an angry look and hit him in the face.
"You...what the is going on with you!" Xiao Zimo covered his face and roared at Qiu Zhenhui.
"What you look like really makes me angry!" Qiu Zhenhui pressed his finger and made a clicking sound.
"Hey! What the is going on with you! What kind of temper is out of nowhere!" Rao is Xiao Zimo, and he doesn't even know why Qiu Zhenhui lost his temper.
"Have you ever thought about how Xiaoxue feels like this!" Qiu Zhenhui roared at Xiao Zimo.
"I just accompanied Yan Mo over to sweep her mother's grave, what happened again!" Xiao Zimo said, covering his face.
"Haha... Tomb sweeping! Good point! Tomb sweeping! Sweeping his mother's tomb!" Qiu Zhenhui sneered and roared at Xiao Zimo.
"Enough of you! Qiu Zhenhui, don't think I dare to hit you, no matter how you hate Yan Mo, you must have the least respect for her family!" Xiao Zimo roared.
"Haha... Yan Mo, Xiao Zimo, I will tell you that the woman is no longer the Yan Mo you know, she is from Tianxiao Pavilion!" Qiu Zhenhui pointed at Yan Mo and said.
"Tianxiao Pavilion... Haha, Qiu Zhenhui, you have to have a limit to lying! How could Yan Mo be from Tianxiao Pavilion." If Yan Mo was not injured just now, Xiao Zimo can still trust Qiu Zhenhui. However, just after Yan Mo was injured, when he was treating her, Xiao Zimo didn't notice any, even the slightest trace of a cultivator's breath from her.
"I don't care if you believe it or not, anyway, Yan Mo is from Tianxiao Pavilion!" Realizing that Xiao Zimo didn't believe him at all, Qiu Zhenhui could only shrug his shoulders.
"Qiu Zhenhui, what the is going on with you today! If you come to go crazy, then sorry, you are not welcome here!" Xiao Zimo rubbed his face, there was still a bruise on his face, looking at Qiu Zhenhui coldly Said the voice.
"Heh...what a crazy one, Xiao Zimo, today I, Qiu Zhenhui, formally challenged you like you! Dare you accept it!"
Cang!
With that, the Qingxiao sword appeared in Qiu Zhenhui's hands.
The sword is out of the sheath!
The tip of the sword pointed to Xiao Zimo, and the silver-white body of the sword exuded bursts of cold light.
"What are you going crazy today!" Xiao Zimo shouted at Qiu Zhenhui.
"Yes! I'm crazy. If I want to wake up, I can only fight!" Qiu Zhenhui showed a bloodthirsty smile on his face.
"Okay! I'll do it for you, go to the other side of the river, so as not to hurt the innocent." Xiao Zimo pointed to the clearing on the other side of the river and said coldly.
"Let's go!"
Whoosh!
After speaking, Qiu Zhenhui jumped to the top of the stream, and a withered yellow leaf just floated over slowly.
drop!
With his toes lightly tapping on the leaf, he jumped directly to the other side of the river and looked sideways at Xiao Zimo.
"Go there first, so as not to hurt you." Xiao Zimo patted Yan Mo on the shoulder and said.
"What the is going on with you two, it was fine yesterday, now how... how are you like an enemy? Is it because of me, if so, I'm sorry, it's all because of me..." Yan Mo's eyes flashed Tears, trembling said.
"No... it's not because of you, it's just that guy who had a convulsion today. He has always been like this. His head is always good and bad. Don't worry. Just hit him and let his head go smoothly. "After that, Xiao Zimo jumped and jumped to the other side of the river, confronting Qiu Zhenhui.
Cang!
Gui Cry appeared in his hand, the blade was unsheathed, and the tip pointed at Qiu Zhenhui's neck.
"I don't know what madness you were pumping today. In short, if you want to fight, I will accompany you at any time." Xiao Zimo stared at Qiu Zhenhui and said coldly.
"Then I want to see how far you have improved your strength since that day."
Hum!
As he said, Qiu Zhenhui's Qingxiao sword kept trembling.
"Look, my guy is already hungry and thirsty, so... please show out your full strength, don't let me down." Qiu Zhenhui touched the sword of Qing Xiaojian and said lightly.
Hum!
"My buddy seems to be hungry and thirsty too, so... I will try my best to beat you down..." Xiao Zimo also touched the blade of the crying ghost, and his fighting spirit suddenly exploded. come out.
Whoosh!
"pick!"
Qiu Zhenhui's pupils dilated, and the Qingxiao sword in his hand pierced Xiao Zimo's neck at a tricky angle.
"Strength increased by 40 times!"
"block!"
Cang!
Xiao Zimo held the ghost cry in his hand in front of his neck, blocking Qiu Zhenhui's attack.
Boom!
Lightning flashed between the knife and the sword, and a strong wind kept rising from under their feet and spreading continuously.
thump! thump! thump! thump! thump!
The fish in the stream seemed to feel the strong power, and they kept jumping out of the water and swaying in the air.
"Fire sword!" A group of flames wrapped around the ghost crying knife, and it looked extremely dazzling under the shining of the 8 suns.
"Dark night Baihong!"
Qiu Zhenhui held the Qingxiao sword and pulled a sword flower in front of him, and a dark red light mask appeared all over his body.
boom!
The flame collided with the mask, rubbing a trace of flame, and the ground under their feet was faintly cracked, and dust was flying everywhere.
"crimson!"
boom!
The flames rose into the sky, dyeing the ghost cry in Xiao Zimo's hand.
I saw him turning around on the spot and slamming down towards Qiu Zhenhui with an impact.
Fortunately, Xiao Zimo proposed to fight on the other side of the river. Otherwise, if the fire touches the leaves, the entire forest will be burnt.
"Despising and drawing the sword a hundred times, looking back at the falling sword and disappearing everywhere!"
"The world is everywhere!"
boom!
The sword body of Qiu Zhenhui's Qingxiao sword suddenly burst out with a golden aura~EbookFREE.me~Wow!
A dragon chant is as if it is detached, as if it was uploaded from the Nine Heavens, and it penetrated people's souls.
boom!
As Qiu Zhenhui stuck the Qingxiao sword on the ground, the ground beneath his feet broke apart in an instant, making people feel as if they were at the scene of the disaster.
boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
Clouds of golden gas mixed with bursts of devastating terror gradually swept Xiao Zimo.
"Miaomiao Sword Dao's great earth, drunk Tiangong and weeping."
Xiao Zimo raised the ghost cry in his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword straight to the sky. The flame entwined with the blade had long since disappeared, and replaced by a purple gas.