On the high platform, a beautiful-looking woman with a fierce look in a long green dress opened her mouth and shouted fiercely, and she flew up.

In his hand, a long whip covered with hair-like barbs emerged like a poisonous dragon, shaking its head and tail, and biting away at the woman in white on the eaves.

The sneer on the lips of the woman in white became thicker, she didn't panic, she gently reached out with one hand, like a willow branch swaying gently in the wind twice, and then slowly waved towards the woman in green skirt.

The movements were gentle and graceful, just like when a beautiful woman was slightly intoxicated, gently twirling her jade fingers and stroking away an annoying fly.

"puff!"

There was no sound, let alone any vision. The figure of the woman in the green skirt suddenly paused as she shot out, spilling a mouthful of blood, and then like a torn sack being thrown out, she rushed towards the original place.

The road flies back.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The woman in the green skirt fell to the ground, and before she could stand still, more than a dozen blood sprays exploded on her body.

It was only then that the palm power exploded from dozens of meridians and key points on her body.

"He Qinghua!"

Everyone on the stage exclaimed.

Many martial arts people in the audience were also frightened.

This woman in a green skirt is no ordinary woman. She is the leader of one of the six major sects in the south of the Yangtze River, the Rakshasa Village. She is also known as the Poison-Handed Rakshasa.

His martial arts skills are not much weaker than those of veteran celebrities such as Lie Huo and Gui Sheng.

But now he was destroyed in one blow?

The people who were shocked at this time did not notice that one of them had a hint of ecstasy in his eyes.

That is the boss of the Wen family.

"Just based on your martial arts?"

At this time, the woman in white on the eaves responded to their previous words of "eliminating demons and defending the Tao" with deep disdain and sarcasm.

Letting out a disdainful laugh, the woman in white patted the long harp that was leaning on her side.

The white clothes fluttered and the long harp turned.

The woman has already embraced the long harp and is sitting on the eaves.

He raised his face slightly, looked at the high sky in the sky, and murmured in a low voice: "Father, mother, my little brother is not dead. I have found him. Although he still refuses to recognize me, he will soon, when I take revenge."

Later, he will definitely understand..."

"The enemies are all here. After today, your souls in heaven may rest in peace..."
Chapter completed!