The priest couldn't stop trembling when he saw Iwakawa's cold face.

The man in front of him had a reputation for being vicious all year round. He would draw a sword and raise a cold eyebrow at the slightest disagreement. He did not dare to delay for a moment. He immediately opened the box with a flick of his wrist, hoping to get the matter over with as soon as possible so that he could get away as soon as possible.

This evil spirit.

Qiang Wu felt that Iwakawa had become increasingly suspicious and brooding recently, but when he saw the anger in his eyes that had finally subsided a little came back the moment the box was opened, a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

He walked over and took a look, and found a long sword that looked like an autumn wave lying in the box. The cold light also contained a sense of deathly silence, as if something was missing from it, but he would never forget this sword.

He couldn't help but look at Ju Lue who had finished adjusting his breath. Something was missing from his vision in a daze. When he focused his eyes again, Ju Lue had a box in his arms. He still looked calm as usual, as if he only saw the box.

I didn't see the long sword inside.

After a while, Ju Lue looked at Qiang Wu and others with a calm expression: "You go to the city gate and prepare to welcome the Queen of Heaven. I will be here shortly."

Then with a wave of his hand, the door closed with a bang.

Qiang Wu grabbed Iwakawa who was about to break in, thinking that no matter what he said today, he had to keep an eye on him and not let him run away and kill people.

Putting his thoughts into action, Qiang Wu dragged Iwakawa towards the city gate.

After completing the homework for Dan students in the school examination, Zhiying subconsciously glanced at the sky. Today is indeed a happy day. The moon is both round and bright, like...a moon cake.

I have to go to the mortal world tomorrow, so I’ll take a copy with me to Ah Xiao.

Nestling in the vines, she looked up at the few stars leaking in between the flowers and leaves, and blinked to their rhythm, slowly and slowly.

When she was half awake and half asleep, an overbearing evil aura struck directly at her.

After lazily raising the barrier, Weaver Shadow rubbed his eyes.

It was so late that she almost fell asleep.

Her field of vision was completely clear, and there was a man in black clothes standing in the clouds and mist. His face was still so cold and hard, and his gaze fell on her like the sharpest and coldest knife, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

He did not come over, as if he would be stained if he took one step closer to her, nor did he put away the blade of his sword. The two-foot-high clouds and mist could not cover the coldness and murderous intent emanating from it.

There was only one person in the Six Realms who showed such unabashed murderous intent and disgust towards Weaver - Iwakawa.

Seeing Zhi Ying calmly release the barrier and then sit up calmly, he said coldly: "Are you staying here all night, waiting for me?"

"That's right." Zhi Ying straightened her sleep-messed hair and replied matter-of-factly, "The main reason is that it's too white inside and I don't like it."

As if he was sure that he would kill her as he wished this time, Iwakawa was a bit verbose and expressed his disgust very frankly: "I don't like you very much."

Zhi Ying nodded his chin symbolically and said sincerely: "It has been more than six hundred years since the last time you killed me with a sword; even these years, your murderous intention has never stopped; the gods have two points, and you are even more...

He is always looking for an opportunity to kill me. I don’t like a person who wants to kill me all the time.”

The warm yellow moonlight shone on Iwakawa's face, but it could not melt the coldness on it. Just like his words, it was cold from beginning to end: "If he hadn't protected you, you would have died countless times."

Zhiying didn't take it seriously: "Now that he no longer protects me, you will definitely be able to kill me?"

Iwakawa sneered: "You don't overestimate your capabilities!" Then he pointed the tip of his sword at her jade-white and flawless face, "Pick up your sword and at least tell me that you still have the courage to fight me."

"General, I forgot, I don't have a sword." Zhi Ying broke off a flower branch nearby and pointed it at his sword, "Since we have known each other for so many years, Qing Yun decided to use flower branches as weapons to spar with the general.

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In Iwakawa's eyes, this was blatant contempt, and it was this contempt that completely angered him, so he used his 100% cultivation level to strike at Weaver Shadow with one sword.

The bricks and stones instantly shattered, the clouds and mist suddenly liquefied, and the contact between mud and water immediately splashed mud all over the sky.

Seeing that her clothes and hair were about to be stained, she cut off the flower branch, and the phoenix flowers on it flew away from the branch one by one, surrounding the cut muddy water.

The opponent's next sword had already arrived, and she put her palms together and rubbed her body.

Iwakawa asked herself that her sword intent was not inferior to Ju Lue's at all. Even if she used the Zhuoyin Sword Technique, she could not withstand his sword intent with her current cultivation. Who would have expected that she would catch it with her bare hands? I really don't know how arrogant and ignorant she is.

, still relying on Yayoi scales to feel confident and ignore his sword intention.

Then, let this man who died long ago be torn into pieces by his sword intent, so that he won't harm anyone anymore.

He waved a sword intent again, and the two sword intents were superimposed, vibrating the woman's hair and long skirt like a flying white butterfly, but the hand remained the same, easily grabbing the two swords coming towards her.

Intention, the five fingers were pulled back with no apparent force, and they were crushed into pieces. Then, the woman's figure flickered, and she came to him in an instant. The hand that crushed the sword intention caught the bald flower branch and held it against him.

At his throat.

He wanted to raise his sword, but couldn't move. When he looked, his sword was wrapped in a cloud of mist, and the red phoenix flower lock trapped his other hand.

The sea of ​​consciousness condensed a small sword that looked like the sword in her hand and shot it out quickly, reaching deep between the woman's eyebrows. Unexpectedly, she touched it with her bare hands again, and the small sword was like a thin wooden stick, clamped between her fingers.

The woman's Qingyue voice sounded in front of her: "Do you want to come again?"

The sword was shackles and her hands could not move. If she wanted to, the flower branch could immediately turn into a sharp sword and pierce his heart.

Iwakawa looked back and forth between the sword, the hand, and the flower branch in disbelief. He used three swords, and she used two moves. Whether it was a move or a spell, he... was defeated, completely defeated.

How is this possible?

Weaver Ying stopped her hand and tied the flower branches into her loose hair. The clouds cleared away and the phoenix flowers returned one by one. She walked like flying, and in the blink of an eye she sat back down on the tree vine again. Her toes pressed against the bricks and stones that had fallen back into place, causing the tree to move.

The vine rocked him back and forth.

She said to the surprised Iwakawa: "Since the general's sword can't kill me today, please go back and sharpen the edge of the sword. Come back another day. Next time, don't do such a shameless thing as a sneak attack."

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After a long silence, Iwakawa finally accepted the fact that he was defeated. He only had one doubt: "How could your cultivation be like this?!" He really couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe the abnormality of Zhiying's cultivation. Then

It is simply not the cultivation level that a normal god should have.

Zhi Ying ignored his question and added: "Also, go back and tell him to treat the injured, and don't start any more wars in the Northwest Sea within the next hundred years."

First he ignored his words, and then his words were frivolous. Iwakawa should have been angry, but he didn't. His intuition told him that the person in front of him was completely different from the person before, and he must be treated with caution: "You have the qualifications and

Will Your Majesty negotiate?"

Zhi Ying treated it calmly: "You don't have the final say whether you are qualified or not, and it's not you who has the final say whether you agree or not. His injury won't be healed in a hundred years, so just bring my words to him.

I only want peace in the northwest sea for a hundred years. You can do whatever you want elsewhere. I will take care of things with the Emperor of Heaven."

The few words she said lightly seemed as if she was just talking about a few piles of dirt on the sand table, which would be gone if they were gone. As for the Emperor of Heaven on the throne, she was not even a concern.

It's definitely not something that a new goddess with a shallow foundation can say in such a light and easy way.

Iwakawa's face was serious: "Who are you? What exactly are you going to do?"
Chapter completed!