She finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then there was a sword in her hand.

This sword, unlike the Ice Dragon Sword, still carries the aura of ice, making the temperature nearby much lower, but compared to the Ice Dragon Sword, it is far worse.

Obviously, the Ice Dragon Sword is his highest-level weapon, and now this sword is just a spare.

She swung her sword, and a flash of sword energy disappeared.

There was a bloody mark on Shi Wanxing's throat.

Then, blood gushed out.

His head tilted and he died.

Qingluo was satisfied.

But her heart was extremely uneasy.

In the past, she would never dare to confront Shi Wanxing head-on, and would probably be frightened at the mere mention of him.

There is no way, the other party is too powerful, and his methods are too cruel.

It's not just her.

Almost all the female monks hated people like Shi Wanxing and feared them like a tiger.

But today, she actually killed Shi Wanxing with her own hands.

And it’s so simple.

She felt it was a little unreal, like she was dreaming.

Tang Xiaobao stood there relaxed and calm.

Qingluo took a long time to react, turned around, and said to Tang Xiaobao sincerely: "Thank you."

"We're friends, don't be polite to me."

Tang Xiaobao waved his hands and said with a grin, "I'll go into seclusion first, you continue to help me protect the law, and when I break through again, we'll go rob together, hahahaha, brother will take you to show off and fly."

ah?

Qingluo was startled.

Are you still in seclusion at this time?

Isn’t the Fallen Cemetery going to open in seven days?

She wanted to call out to Tang Xiaobao, but she had no chance.

With a few bitter smiles, she could only sit cross-legged again and continue to protect Tang Xiaobao.