After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

Wen Muxuan didn't take Li Qingyue seriously at all. Her cold eyes, hidden in the black mist, were fixed on Shen Shuchou with murderous intent.

Her beautiful face was now contorted in pain as she spoke in a harsh tone, "Shen Shuchou, when have I ever wronged you?"

Shen Shuchou was taken aback, then said, "Miss Wen has never mistreated me."

"Then why did you kill my whole family?"

At this moment, Wen Muxuan's demonic power seemed to have reached its peak, making her look like a demon god standing between heaven and earth.

The surrounding space seemed to freeze under this icy chill, and the snow-white hair flew wildly, echoing the demonic power and creating a breathtaking scene.

Wen Muxuan practically shouted these words.

Upon hearing this, Shen Shuchou was completely stunned.

In an instant, he understood the cause and effect. He knew why Wen Muxuan had become like this and why she wanted to kill him.

It must have been because Wen Muxuan saw the tragic state of the Wen family that she transformed into this demonic cultivator.

What puzzled Shen Shuchou was that the person who did it was clearly the purple-haired woman, so why did Wen Muxuan assume that it was him?

What is the relationship between that purple-haired woman and Wen Muxuan? Otherwise, why would Wen Muxuan misunderstand him so easily?

Li Qingyue listened to every word of their conversation and glanced at Shen Shuchou with her beautiful eyes.

She didn't believe Wen Muxuan's words at all. Shen Shuchou was just a mortal. Even if he had some strength, her intuition told Li Qingyue that he was definitely not the kind of person who loved to kill.

This feeling stems from his ability to stand up and protect his sister without any fear.

"Miss Wen, there must be some misunderstanding here."

Shen Shuchou quickly explained.

Upon hearing this, Wen Muxuan's eyes flashed with even more murderous intent. At this moment, she felt that he was just a hypocritical demonic cultivator.

If she doesn't avenge her entire family's death, how can Wen Muxuan have the face to live in this world? What's the point of cultivating immortality then?

Without hesitation, he slashed at Shen Shuchou with his sword again.

"You audacious demonic cultivator, daring to commit murder in front of me, you're courting death."

Li Qingyue's face turned cold, and she raised her jade hand to block the sword energy in an instant.

However, she was still forced back several steps by this terrifying force.

Seeing that Li Qingyue was getting in her way again, Wen Muxuan glared at her fiercely.

"No one can stop me."

Wen Muxuan's voice was chilling and menacing.

Shen Shuchou was right in front of her, and no one could stop her determination to seek revenge.

Anyone who gets in the way will die, but right now the priority is to get rid of this troublesome woman.

The next moment, Wen Muxuan's terrifying demonic power surged, and the long sword in her hand burst forth with a black sword light, slashing towards Li Qingyue.

Seeing Wen Muxuan attack her, Li Qingyue quickly said to Shen Shuchou, "Take your sister and leave quickly."

After speaking, Li Qingyue flipped her hand, and a harp exuding an ancient charm appeared before her.

Li Qingyue, with her graceful figure, sat cross-legged on the ground, like a fairy descending to earth.

Her delicate hands gently brushed the strings, as if touching the most mysterious melodies in the world.

In an instant, the sound of the zither surged forth like a tidal wave, with a majestic momentum, as if a thousand troops were galloping in, carrying endless killing intent, and rushing towards the sharp sword energy.

Each note was like a sharp arrow, piercing through the void, intertwining and colliding with the sword energy, producing a resounding clang.

The sounds of the zither and the energy of the sword intertwined in the air, resembling a thrilling life-or-death battle.

boom!

The two men's attack exploded, forming a wave that spread outwards, instantly destroying the surrounding houses.

Li Qingyue's zither music was steadily defeated by Wen Muxuan's swordplay, and it seemed that she was about to break through the defenses and get closer.

In an instant, a dazzling sword light suddenly burst forth and attacked Wen Muxuan.

The sword light, carrying boundless power, shot towards the sky with lightning speed, violently distorting the air in its path and emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The person who made the move was the man in black who had been hiding inside the restaurant.

The appearance of this sword light caught Wen Muxuan off guard, and she was suddenly forced back by the attack.

A hideous sword wound appeared on her back, but Wen Muxuan seemed oblivious to the pain. Her eyes held a storm of emotions, filled with endless killing intent and a sea of ​​hatred.

The next moment, they attacked the two of them together.

With the addition of the man in black, Li Qingyue's attack became even more intense.

The sword energy and the sound of the zither intertwined in the air, bursting forth with powerful force, sweeping towards Wen Muxuan like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

The sword energy grew increasingly fierce, and the zither music became increasingly passionate. The two echoed each other.

Despite such a fierce combined offensive, they still couldn't defeat Wen Muxuan, especially since they were both at the Nascent Soul stage.

At this moment, both of them felt the terrifying pressure emanating from Wen Muxuan.

boom!

Wen Muxuan's eyes turned cold, as if she were in a prison. The demonic power emanating from her body only grew stronger with each fight under the influence of the Blood Nether Pearl's aura.

The sword in her hand shone brightly, its sword energy slashing out like a raging storm.

In an instant, the two figures were sent flying backward like kites with broken strings. They spat out blood, their bodies arcing through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

"You are from the Hidden Moon Sword Sect."

Li Qingyue looked at Wen Muxuan with a horrified expression.

After exchanging several blows, Li Qingyue also discovered that Wen Muxuan's sword technique was actually the Hidden Moon Sword Art.

The Hidden Moon Sword Sect and the Qin Sword Palace are both renowned sword-wielding holy sites in the cultivation world.

The two sword sects have their own differences, and they would test their swordsmanship against each other every year, so they were quite familiar with each other's sect techniques.

That's why Li Qingyue recognized that the move Wen Muxuan used was the Hidden Moon Sword Technique.

However, to Li Qingyue's utter surprise, this ruthless and vicious demonic cultivator was not actually from the demonic sect.

The fact that it originated from a righteous immortal sect was quite a shock to Li Qingyue.

At this moment, Wen Muxuan's figure transformed into a demonic shadow once again and attacked, but this time her sword was pointed at Shen Shuchou.

Li Qingyue was shocked and tried to make a move, but Wen Muxuan was too fast, so fast that it only took a breath.

Shen Shuchou looked at the approaching sword and stood still without dodging. It wasn't that he didn't want to dodge, but the icy aura locked him firmly in place, making him unable to move.

Even if one wanted to use the power of the Demon Blade to listen to the spring rain now, it would be too late.

"Third sister, stop!"

Just as the sword was about to pierce Shen Shuchou, an anxious voice came from the horizon.

Immediately afterwards, a petite and delicate figure stood in front of Shen Shuchou, trying to block the sword.

But how could Wen Yanyu, a mere Golden Core cultivator, possibly withstand such a sword strike filled with hatred and killing intent?

Pfft!

The next moment, the sword pierced through Wen Yanyu's body, and also through Shen Shuchou behind him.

The bright red blood instantly stained the three-foot-long sword.

"elder brother..."

Pei Rou burst into tears instantly, staring in horror at the scene, her mind going blank for a moment.

"Third sister, please wake up quickly."

Wen Yanyu's face was deathly pale, and her life force was rapidly fading away. She struggled to reach out a hand to touch Wen Muxuan's face.

Wen Muxuan looked at Wen Yanyu in front of her, her body trembled violently, and her heart felt as if it had been pierced by a thousand arrows.

Those eyes, which had been filled with murderous intent, seemed to have cleared up a bit.

Looking at Wen Yanyu in front of him, and then at Shen Shuchou behind him, he saw that her face was filled with pain, as if she was struggling with something.

But soon, the eyes that had just regained a sliver of clarity were instantly overtaken by demonic energy again.

"Third sister, wake up! Look at me! I'm your sister, I'm Yan Yu! Third sister, please look at me!"

Wen Yanyu was extremely weak, but she still gritted her teeth and looked at Wen Muxuan.

His eyes, gradually shrouded in deathly darkness, held a deep and intense familial affection, as if he wanted to awaken Wen Muxuan.

"what!"

It seemed that this sentence had an effect, because Wen Muxuan covered her head and let out a long howl.

"Waaaaah... Hehehe..."

Wen Muxuan looked like she was both crying and laughing, her face filled with a mixture of pain and hatred, and tears kept streaming down her face.

They then yanked the longsword out, and blood gushed out like a fountain. The two of them collapsed limply to the ground.

Wen Muxuan's aura became extremely unstable, and she went completely mad. A large amount of black mist suddenly appeared around her, and then she disappeared from the spot.

"elder brother..."

Pei Rou suddenly threw herself onto Shen Shuchou, her small hand covering the wound, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.

"I'm sorry...Brother Shen..."

Wen Yanyu's face was deathly pale, and her voice was extremely weak.

At this moment, Li Qingyue and the other person also rushed over and kept channeling their true energy into the two of them.

This sword strike was delivered at a tricky angle, piercing straight through the lifelines of both men.

Shen Shuchou, being a mere mortal, was alright; his true energy quickly stopped the continuous flow of blood.

However, Wen Yanyu was, after all, a cultivator, and a Golden Core cultivator at that, so he couldn't usually control his true energy.

There are only two ways to stop her injuries.

The first method is the kind of elixir that can bring the dead back to life, but such medicine is extremely rare and hard to come by.

Secondly, it was only when a cultivator with a much higher level of cultivation personally intervened that Wen Yanyu faced certain death.

At this moment, in a secret room of the Hidden Moon Sword Sect.

An old man suddenly opened his eyes, his body surging with sword energy, and roared angrily, "Damn it, which blind bastard dared to injure my disciple?"