Chapter 3905 That Touch of Clothes

"what……"

The shrill screams spread with a roar-like hatred. Maybe they touched something. Those ghosts who were hesitant to come forward, after hearing the screams of ashes, roared and floated forward to wrap around them. Xiang Fengjiu.

A wisp of ghosts floated out towards her like black smoke, and the powerful Yin Qi surrounded her whole body, and she couldn't see anyone else in the darkness.

Feng Jiu immediately mobilized the breath in her body, and the Qingfeng sword in her hand charged towards the surroundings with a flaming sound. The sword energy and the flame blended with each other, drawing a circular arc around her, enveloping the ghosts around her. All smashed and expelled.

The dazzling red dress, the beautiful face with a touch of coldness, looked at the ghosts around her with fierce and coercive eyes, she hooked her lips and sneered: "You were not my opponents when you were born, die. Now, he is no match for me!"

The Qingfeng sword with flames in her hand swiped from the front, raised it with a squeak, pointed diagonally to the ground, her chin raised lightly, her eyes looked down at the ghosts and ghosts like a king, and said in a sharp and attractive voice: " I, Feng Jiu, have walked all the way, and I have never regretted killing anyone! If you die under my sword, then you will all be damned! If the ghosts linger, I don't mind sending you another ride!"

The voice that contained coercion and the imposing manner of a strong man spread in the air with a powerful aura of spiritual power. Her voice was so magnanimous, her eyes were so fearless, her aura was so powerful, It was so shocking that the ghosts and spirits around didn't dare to take a half step forward, and they all circled around, wanting to leave, but they seemed unwilling.

Feng Jiu's cold eyes swept away, holding the sword that pointed diagonally to the ground in her hand, and walked forward step by step. In front of her, a wisp of ghost was captured by her powerful momentum and terrifying pressure, and she had to make a way. , let her pass.

As Feng Jiu walked forward, she only knew that as she walked forward, the darkness in front of her gradually dissipated, and the surrounding ghosts also disappeared, until the appearance of the woods appeared in front of her eyes, and she couldn't help but, Looking up, you can see the sun, and the birds on the branches squeak.

Her eyes narrowed, she stopped and didn't move, she just looked at the sun above her head, thinking about the ghosts and ghosts from before.

Along the way, countless people died in her hands, and her hands were stained with blood, but in her heart, she believed that the dead people were all damned!

She stands in heaven and earth, and she is worthy of her heart!

"Ajiu."

In the sunlight, a gentle voice came, and the familiar voice made her stunned slightly, her face also showed a look of stunned, and the whole person froze in place.

On the tree standing beside her, a white robe was hanging down and fluttering gently in the wind. Looking at the dangling corner of the white robe, her heart suddenly trembled, and she instinctively looked up.

I saw that on the branch of the tree, a handsome man dressed in white and snow was leaning on the branch, his eyebrows were picturesque, his black eyes were smiling, and he was looking at her tenderly.

"Ajiu."

The voice called again, just like the previous name, with his unique gentleness and breath.

"Mo Chen..."

Feng Jiu stared at him blankly, those familiar eyebrows, that familiar smile, and that familiar expression, he was so real, just like what he saw at the beginning.