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

The demonic power surged around Li Jianxin like a raging wave, forming a terrifying vortex.

A howling wind swept past like an angry dragon, lifting her magnificent robes and causing them to dance wildly.

As the wind swept past, Li Jianxin's hair flew up, revealing a face filled with shock.

Shen Shuchou's state at this moment was completely different from that of the previous second.

If it were Shen Shuchou from a second ago, he wouldn't be enough to make Li Jianxin take him seriously.

But at this moment, Shen Shuchou made Li Jianxin feel a sense of unease for the first time ever.

Not only Li Jianxin, but even Ye Xie standing to the side was greatly shocked.

The Blood Nether Pearl within her sea of ​​consciousness was trembling violently, as if it had encountered something terrifying.

This further convinced Ye Xie that the demonic blade in Shen Shuchou's hand was of a much higher rank than the Blood Nether Pearl.

Shen Shuchou's lips curled into a strange smile, his face filled with icy killing intent.

At this moment, the sounds from the Listening to Spring Rain in his hand kept entering Shen Shuchou's heart.

kill!

kill!

kill!

Shen Shuchou's eyes were sinister and terrifying. Without any hesitation, his figure vanished from the spot like a ghost, as if merging into the void.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, as if it had been slashed out from an endless blood prison, proclaiming death, and cleaved down at Li Jianxin with the force of a thunderbolt.

In an instant, a crimson blade of light ripped through the sky, blooming like a blood flower between heaven and earth.

The blade's edge carried boundless killing intent and power, as if it were about to tear the entire world apart.

Li Jianxin sensed this terrifying power, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly took action to defend himself.

The blade struck the sword in Li Jianxin's hand mercilessly, producing a deafening roar.

The entire space trembled, and the surrounding air seemed to be ignited, bursting into flames.

Li Jianxin was instantly thrown away by the terrifying power carried by Ting Chunyu, spitting out a mouthful of blood that stained half the sky red.

Shen Shuchou's demonic figure stood abruptly where Li Jianxin had just stood.

His eyes were filled with a scarlet killing intent, and the long sword in his hand still gleamed with a cold light. Drops of blood slid from the blade and fell to the ground, as if mocking and despising Li Jianxin.

"Interesting. Now you truly deserve my sword."

Li Jianxin stood in the air with disheveled hair, showing no anger at being repelled by Shen Shuchou. Instead, he exuded a strong fighting spirit.

She had emerged from her previous state, and at this moment it seemed as if she had returned to the peak of Li Jianxin.

Even though Shen Shuchou's current combat strength is extraordinary, so what? In the name of Li Jianxin, killing this demon is a piece of cake.

Say it!

This time, it was Li Jianxin who made the first move, his longsword flashing with a cold light.

She lightly swung her longsword, her movements as fluid as flowing water, yet containing boundless power.

In an instant, the sky seemed to be torn apart, and a terrifying sword aura suddenly burst forth.

The sword energy was like a rainbow piercing the sun, unstoppable, carrying a fierce killing aura, and covering the sky and the earth.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the void twisted, as if it were about to tear everything apart.

This earth-shattering sword strike instantly alerted countless powerful figures, and many figures quickly moved towards that direction.

This included Master Taiyue, who had just returned to the sect. He suddenly turned around and frowned as he looked at the dazzling sword energy piercing the sun on the horizon.

What kind of enemy could make Li Jianxin unleash such power?

Even though Master Taiyue didn't particularly like Li Jianxin, he had to acknowledge Li's immense strength, which, given time, would surely allow him to surpass Li.

Such a powerful person could probably only be overpowered by his first disciple, Fang Jingyun.

Thinking of this, Master Taiyue's thoughts couldn't help but drift back to a hundred years ago.

Fang Jingyun secretly fell in love with a country bumpkin, hiding it from him and everyone else, and eventually gave birth to a son and a daughter.

It should be noted that Fang Jingyun is a prominent figure in the cultivation world and someone highly regarded by the Hidden Moon Sword Sect.

Such actions would only add to the shame of the Hidden Moon Sect, which is why Fang Jingyun kept it a secret.

After Master Taiyue painfully killed Fang Jingyun, who had fallen into demonic possession, he tried his best to find the two sons she had given birth to, but to no avail.

He also wondered who was behind it, whether it was a coincidence or premeditated.

But little did Master Taiyue know that the culprit behind everything was none other than Li Jianxin, the current master of the Hidden Moon Sword Sect.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Li Changdao and Li Qingyue had already slipped away far away.

At this moment, Li Qingyue's veil had quietly slipped off, revealing her stunning beauty.

Her skin was as white as mutton fat, as delicate as silk, and her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, with graceful, delicate brows.

Those beautiful eyes were clear and bright, like stars in the night sky, yet they were shrouded in worry, making one feel pity for them.

She bit her lower lip slightly, seemingly trying to hide her inner unease, but the worry still showed in her eyes.

Her overall expression gave off a pitiful and touching feeling, as if she was carrying a heavy burden on her heart.

"Master, do you think he can win?"

Li Qingyue bit her lip, her face full of worry.

"Forget about it, that kid is doomed. He'll win if he can even block one of Li Jianxin's swords."

Li Changdao casually sipped the wine from the flask at his waist.

"You old fool, can't you say something nice?"

Upon hearing this, Li Qingyue rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

"It's not that I'm being mean, but don't you know the formidable reputation of Li Jianxin?"

The old Taoist priest immediately cried out that he was wronged.

Li Qingyue lowered her eyes, looking somewhat sad.

Li Jianxin's name is renowned throughout the cultivation world; even if you've never met her, you've certainly heard of her.

Throughout his life, he almost never suffered a defeat.

"Without the peak of the Mahayana Realm emerging, who in the cultivation world dares to claim that they can guarantee a victory against Li Jianxin? Don't be fooled by the fact that our Qin Jian Sect's overall strength and reputation surpass that of the Yan Yue Sword Sect. When it comes to individual combat power, Li Jianxin alone is enough to crush us."

Li Changdao's melancholy voice echoed in my ears.

Li Qingyue did not reply; she knew that what Li Changdao said were facts that could not be changed.

At this moment, Shen Shuchou is probably already...

Li Qingyue dared not think any further; at this moment, she felt indignant for the brother and sister.

The real culprits of all evil are clearly someone else, so why should they be the ones suffering?

He had clearly escaped the brink of death, so why was there still an abyss beneath his feet?

Does all evil in this world hide within goodness?

For the first time, Li Qingyue's belief in the so-called righteous path wavered.

"If you ask me, you'd better get rid of this little girl too. She's connected to that boy, and if Li Jianxin tries to find her..."

Li Changdao was talking to himself, but before he could finish speaking, he felt a cold gaze fixed on him.

Turning his head, he saw Li Qingyue staring at him expressionlessly.

"hehe..."

Li Changdao quickly gave a dry laugh.

"I, Li Qingyue, am determined to protect her. If you're afraid of dying, I can sever our master-disciple relationship. Even if Li Jianxin comes looking for me later, I'll take the blame alone."

Li Qingyue said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Li Changdao's face flushed red, whether from the effects of the alcohol or something else, it was unclear.

He jumped to his feet and said, "What are you talking about? Do you think I'm the kind of person who's afraid of death?"

After Li Changdao finished speaking passionately, he noticed that Li Qingyue was still expressionless, so he immediately said, "At worst, I'll fight her. My sword won't be at a disadvantage either. Maybe I'll become the number one person in the cultivation world to transcend tribulation."

Li Qingyue ignored him, rolled her eyes, and turned her head away.

"Brother...no..."

Pei Rou lay quietly in his arms, her little face wet and streaked with tears.

Her tightly closed eyes betrayed her unease, as if she had encountered something terrible in her dream.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his lips trembled as if he were silently calling out something.

Her small hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her body trembling slightly, which evoked pity in one's heart.

Li Qingyue looked at Pei Rou with affection and gently stroked her forehead. At this moment, her heart was filled with unwavering determination; she would protect Pei Rou no matter what.

Seeing Li Qingyue turn around, Li Changdao immediately put his hand on his chest and looked around furtively, as if afraid that someone might overhear his words.

But upon seeing Li Qingyue's delicate yet resolute back, Li Changdao fell silent for a moment.

After a while!

Li Changdao smiled silently.

He knew that Li Qingyue's actions had nothing to do with love; she simply wanted to do her part for the person she had been through misfortune.

That's enough! That's enough!

Who told me I was her master!

In the eyes of others, I have always been unreliable throughout my life, and even when the sect selects disciples, no one is willing to follow me.

Now that I finally have such a disciple, I should act like a master.

In terms of strength, I am no match for Li Jianxin, but in terms of escape techniques, three of hers cannot compare to one of mine.

I ask the world.

Where is not home?