Immortal Voices Chapter 442: Great Enmity

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Send some disciples to her?

The apprentice is so behaved, Pang Qian was almost moved to cry.

Not...

Her expression became uncontrollable and sullen. Hasn't Fu Yuhuang's servant been cleared of memory by her? Isn't it the same as a blank piece of paper?

Why is it so difficult!

She took a deep breath, barely maintained a rigid expression, and said: "Master teaches you one is enough. The Qingluan school's inheritance exercises cannot be learned with savvy. Can't live."

Fu Yuhuang raised her eyebrows and smiled brightly and freely. She smiled and said: "Master treats me so alone, so I am really flattered."

After a pause, she said calmly, "In order to show my apprentice's gratitude to Master, I decided to—"

She smiled and said every word: "Send Master to see the fellow of the Qingluan School."

Fu Yuhuang said, raising her hand in Pang Qian's horrified gaze. A Shui flew out of her wrist and suddenly became five feet high. He opened his mouth and bit at Pang Qian.

Pang Qian backed away abruptly and stretched out her hand, and the Qingluan school's heritage treasure, the Full Moon Bow, was already in her hand.

She pointed her arrow at Fu Yuhuang, gritted her teeth and said: "You haven't lost your memory?"

Fu Yuhuang blinked, pretending to be sorry: "I really don't remember anything when I wake up from a serious injury."

Seeing Pang Qian staring at her suspiciously, Fu Yuhuang sighed and said serious nonsense: "But I am not stupid because I am amnesia. Whenever I hear the three words of Qingluan faction, I can't wait for them to be I was frustrated, and I didn’t have the slightest sense of familiarity with you. On the contrary, after knowing that you are a member of the Qingluan faction, I almost couldn’t restrain the killing intent."

Fu Yuhuang gave her a brilliant smile and pretended to say with emotion: "The instinct of the body makes me want to kill you all the time. Master, you said, this is-what a grudge."

Pang Qian looked dumbfounded, and a little collapsed and said: "So you choose to believe instinct to do it to me? Are you not afraid that your intuition is wrong?"

Fu Yuhuang's face is confused and self-belief: "My feeling will never go wrong!"

"What if it's wrong?" Pang Qian asked with a hint of hope. She felt that Fu Yuhuang could be rescued.

Fu Yuhuang shrugged and said nonchalantly: "That can only be blamed on your bad life."

Pang Qian: "..."

Stop talking, draw your sword.

Xuanming Water Snake and Pang Qian fought, Pang Qian pulled the bow and shot arrows, the cold and sharp arrows, like meteors falling from the sky, ruthlessly smashed towards the water snake.

The water snake neighed, and its stout tail flung towards the arrow.

‘Bah Bah. The sour voice rang in the air.

Immediately, a faint burnt smell spread across the water snake, and the arrow also turned into iron and fell on the ground.

Fu Yuhuang's gaze fell on Ah Shui's scorched tail, and his bright gaze deepened.

She stretched out her hand and Ah Shui turned into an ink bracelet on her wrist.

Fu Yuhuang squeezed the palm of his hand, took out a green light sword from the mustard space, and stabbed Pang Qian with a cold killing intent.

Pang Qian was surprised: "Aren't you seriously injured?"

Fu Yuhuang sneered, and said with a faint sarcasm: "I don't even know that I have the ability to heal quickly. Are you ashamed to say that it is my master? This lie is too unconcerned." /

When she woke up, she was able to use the Wood Spirit Orb to heal her injuries. If it weren't for her health, how could she keep Pang Qian in front of her as an eye-catcher.

Fortunately, we can completely solve her now!

The moment Fu Yuhuang held the sword, the uninhibited nature of the whole body disappeared, replaced by the skyrocketing sword intent and strategizing aura.

She pierced out with a sword, and the icy chill covered the ground, rendering the square world like a world of swords.

The vegetation, gravel, birds, insects, and fish were all stained with a trace of sword aura, and walked towards Pang Qian with a touch of killing intent.

Pang Qian held the bow tightly, feeling uncomfortable.

She already has the 5th Heavenly Immortal cultivation base, and it stands to reason that it couldn't be easier to fight against such a small role as the pinnacle of Earth Immortal Fu Yuhuang.

But Fu Yuhuang's servant seems to be a bit evil, but she feels like being suppressed just by taking out the sword.

That's all, but Fu Yuhuang's attack has exceeded her cultivation level, and it is also a threat to her, a strong heavenly immortal.

Pang Qian's expression was full of dignity, she rounded the bow and poured all her strength on the arrow.

Let go, shoot arrows, all in one go.

The arrow collided with the sword, the high and low cultivation bases collided with each other, and an invisible wave spread out in all directions with the two as the center.

Not far from here, a Confucian scholar in a Confucian robe seemed to sense something, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, his figure flashed, and he quickly flew in that direction.

Outside the wooden house, when Fu Yuhuang received his sword, the remaining biting sword intent flew all over the sky, cutting off the rows of big trees.

After the collision of the two attacks was cancelled, a trace of sword aura reluctantly chased Pang Qian.

Pang Qian retreated three steps, and then disappeared unwillingly.

Fu Yuhuang stood holding a sword, and the surrounding vegetation and leaves looked like a sharp sword, and bowed to her.

Across from her, Pang Qian stared at Fu Yuhuang, bitterly said: "The sword of the emperor! You have no amnesia from beginning to end, you are lying to me!"

Fu Yuhuang's face was a little pale, she just tentatively used the power bonus of a water spirit pearl, although she was very measured, she also drained her power all at once.

Nevertheless, she did not back down when facing Pang Qian.

Faced with Pang Qian’s angry look, Fu Yuhuang smiled comfortingly and said slowly: "You finally realized that I was lying to you."

Pang Qian and Pang Qian were immediately blown up.

She raised her hand with the bow, and when she was about to shoot out, a gentle voice sounded in her ears: "Guan Zi said:'Pride and resentment, depression and illness, illness and death.'"

When the voice fell, Pang Qian only felt that an invisible force came from all directions, penetrated into her body, and made her proud of uncontrollable rage.

Pang Qian raised her chin, she was so proud and invincible, she couldn't get rid of the irritability in her heart.

Pang Qian:? ?

What is she proud of?

Without waiting for her to figure it out, a sorrow surged in her heart, and the coldness between her eyebrows was also covered by light sorrow. She coughed lightly, her face looked sick as if she were sick.

Then she looked down at the rough clothes of her own country girl, feeling inexplicably sad.

Then he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

Fu Yuhuang: "...what happened to her?"

Ye Qingfeng smiled like a Widowmaker behind him, and said calmly: "Probably it's dead."

Fu Yuhuang: "..."

Although it is not the first time I have seen each other, every time I see these Confucian scholars, I can kill the enemy by moving his mouth.

She put the sword away, coughed a little uncomfortably in her throat, and then widened her eyes: "Why I coughed up too, Ye Qingfeng, don't you give me a black hand?"