"haven't seen you for a long time."
"Well, long time no see."
Xiao's smile was still bright, but the crystal tears couldn't stop falling from the corners of his eyes. He opened his thin arms and gently hugged the "brand new" boy in front of him.
"Brother Yun, do you know each other?"
Seeing this, Yao Pofeng, who grinned in pain, asked curiously.
Before the two of them could answer, Hongchenke suddenly interrupted:
"Xiao, your swordsmanship talent is so outstanding. You can realize the three sword skills out of thin air. Why don't you use the sword?"
These words immediately made Mingyu's face look a little unnatural, and he echoed sourly:
"Is it possible that I think this sword energy is not worthy of you sacrificing the sword?"
In fact, this is not only the confusion of Hongchenke, but also the confusion of everyone.
Only Qingyun and Long Fushi, who had been silent all this time, had already gotten the answer to the question from the tears shed by the other person.
I saw Xiao coming to Mingyu after leaving Qingyun. He first reached out to tease Wang Xuandan who was being held by Hongchen Guest, but she didn't know whether it was to protect the calf or something, but she seemed extremely reluctant to let the little guy get close to Xiao.
Smiling a little disappointed, Xiao asked:
"Do experienced butchers necessarily like killing animals?"
"Well…"
Mingyu was speechless.
"I think their lifelong wish may be just to put down the knife."
After saying that, Xiao actually opened her spacious robe in front of everyone, revealing her naked body underneath!
I saw that his back and ribs were covered with thick and thin scars one after another. They looked like wounds from swords, and the arms that were originally half-covered were also covered with dense and terrifying scars. scar.
These scars seemed to come alive at any time with the movement of Xiao's arms, turning into snakes, insects, or mosquitoes, constantly eating at his thin arms.
The most shocking thing is yet to come!
The light golden monk's robe quietly slipped off for a moment. The Hongchen guest raised his hand and the breeze swayed him, and he put his clothes back on by himself.
But whether it was Mingyu, Qingyun, Yao Pofeng and others, they all turned their heads involuntarily.
It's not because the scars on Xiao's body are oozing, but because her seemingly flat chest actually has a slight bulge even without the cover of her robe!
She is an out-and-out daughter!
"As a woman, she must be dignified in public."
Although it was a sermon, there was no trace of blame in Hongchenke's voice. Instead, it was filled with sadness and pity.
"Who didn't come naked and leave naked? Why are they ashamed and aggrieved? I just want to tell you that it was the pain caused by that sword that was branded into my soul and generously gave me what you call talent."
After she casually tied up her clothes, Xiao's tears had already been dried, and the tenderness and motherliness on her face became more prominent due to the exposure of her daughter's body.
"I don't want to use the things that hurt me to easily hurt others again."
Just when everyone was lamenting the tragic past of this poor woman, Hongchenke suddenly turned his head and looked at Qingyun.
At the same time that Qinghe came from her mouth, the words "Yunlang be careful" also reached Qingyun's ears.
In the blink of an eye, a strange feeling of familiarity instantly filled his heart!
But unlike the time when he faced Xiao directly, this feeling of familiarity was definitely an enemy rather than a friend to him, not to mention Alian's urgent call.
But the problem is that this person may have extremely strong cultivation and can hide from his own perception, but how did he avoid Yao Meng's mind-seeking eyes?
Isn't it an enemy?
All kinds of questions floated in his mind, but the visitor didn't leave Qingyun much time to think.
He even felt a strong and powerful hand, less than a foot away from his back but still unobserved. In seconds, the situation became urgent.
Lowering his head and turning around, Qingyun clenched his teeth and silently said in his heart, "Faster, faster!"
With an almost primitive instinct, his body thrust the half-inch-long Luo Yun Sword out of his palm and stabbed it back without even looking!
This touch of plain white is silent and appears clean and light under the sunlight.
But its white color is so thick and solemn that you can’t help but be attracted to it, stare in awe without realizing it, and finally fall down and surrender willingly.
The purple-black color of the long sword and the bright red color of the blood intertwined into a wisp of decisive murderous intent in the void, but the person who came here easily clamped his weapon with only two fingers, making it difficult to penetrate!
At the same time, the bright moon whip glowing with a faint blue light emitted a roaring sonic boom, aiming directly at the back of the person coming. However, even though the whip was as fast as thunder and lightning, it was still easily caught by the opponent's other hand and did not move at all.
Seeing this, Alian couldn't help but turn the handle of the whip, and densely packed barbs full of poison popped out of the silk-twisted net on the Bright Moon Whip. However, the opponent's wrist flicked slightly, and the barbs that originally popped out were inflicted by his tyrannical spiritual power. It fell down directly.
Then the spiritual power came in an instant, as fast and violent as thunder and lightning, causing severe pain in the little fox's veins but unable to get rid of it immediately.
"Long time no see, Qingyun."
The person who came was none other than Bai Zhizheng, who was the leader of the Thirty-three World Trials back then and now holds the title of "White Sword Immortal"!
Qingyun didn't reply, and there was no expression on his face. The red light of Long Fu's poem was flashing, and at the same time as he was forming the seal, he opened his sandalwood mouth lightly and said sweetly:
"Lingzhi! Retreat!"
The Phantom Yin Needle, which contains magical sounds, is invisible and formless, and can easily affect the minds of even high-level monks without even needing to be transformed.
But this time, Long Fushi only felt that his confusing sound disappeared without a trace after it got close to Bai Zhizheng's body, like a mud cow sinking into the sea!
Bai Zhizheng still had that gentle smile on his face, and even glanced at this beautiful woman with a slender figure in a fiery red cloak with interest.
"Haha, the magic of illusion seems to be of no use to me."
Bai Zhizheng smiled lightly.
Although the coercion of his spiritual consciousness was not released at all, Long Fushi still seemed to hear a deafening high-pitched dragon roar. His face turned pale immediately, and a trace of bright red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth!
"That voice...what's going on? Is he also in a non-hostile state?"
"No, that's not an invincible environment...it's the Ziwei Qi that has absorbed the dragon's Qi..."
What Long Fushi didn't know was that across countless mountains and rivers, civilization and war, in the lush and dense Shiwan Mountains, on a huge stone throne, there happened to be a perfectly relaxed man with long hair reaching the ground, wearing A young man in a five-color robe, exuding a light that is more dazzling than the stars.
He is none other than one of the thirteen most powerful demon tribes today, the leader of the Nine Dragons, the founder Xihe!
At this time, Xihe was still resting his chin on his hand, squinting his eyes slightly, showing endless nobility in his laziness, and staring leisurely at the top of the hall.
The huge hall is filled with all kinds of dusty ancient books. The originally transparent dome has now turned into a dense cobweb light curtain of gold and dark red.
What appears in the light curtain is none other than the infinitely confident Bai Jianxian, Bai Zhizheng!
I saw Xi He casually tapping his fingers, and the moving purple energy behind Bai Zhizheng quietly emerged from the light curtain without him noticing, and trickled towards him.
But along with the purple energy, there was some black liquid that was invisible to the naked eye. No matter how hard he struggled, he still couldn't get rid of the purple energy, which made Xihe frown.
"It's really troublesome."
With a flick of his finger, he shot out a faint blood evil energy from his fingers, but it was not to refine the black liquid, but to turn it into a fine liquid to remove the package, and took it to fly back to the dark red liquid. In the spider web.
Breaking free from the shackles of the black liquid, the purple energy quickly swirled around Xi and his palm, like a small purple bud.
Immediately afterwards, he spit out a small minion accessory from his mouth. After it fell into the palm of his hand, the purple energy suddenly became restless, and it quickly drilled into the minion, penetrating every hole.
After all the purple energy was absorbed by the minions, Xi He slowly opened his eyes that had been slightly narrowed, and the laziness on his face disappeared.
"Interesting~ Is this your choice?"
His golden pupils were as bright as stars, and he just stared at the motionless minions in his palm.
"But I also have my own choices~"
As he murmured, Xihe's right eye erupted with a brilliant golden light that was even brighter than his left eye!
"However, immortal punishment contains the principles of chaos. Apart from that lord, currently in this world, only your power can save my cute little Fu Shi. Please don't blame me~"
Long Fu Shi might not be able to hear Xi He's low, lazy and elegant voice, but after hearing the strange dragon roar on Bai Zhizheng's body, his mind was suddenly shocked.
Some of the means that were originally set up in the divine palace suddenly failed. The blood-red lines on the Yuyin Baoyu also crawled from the graceful jade neck to the face like earthworms. The gentle eyes were instantly filled with a frightening look. The terrifying bloody light!
"This! It's impossible, Wu Nian Lan Xin isn't..."
She was confused and confused, but fortunately, a miraculous power surged out of the Yuyin Baoyu, which suppressed the restless evil energy in her body for a moment, and the lines and blood seemed to recede as if they were pulled by some extremely strong force. Back.
All these came and went so quickly that Qingyun only felt that the power of blood in Long Fushi suddenly became extremely powerful, and then disappeared without a trace.
She only thought that the Ziwei dragon energy resonated with the blood in her body, so her attention was still on Bai Zhizheng.
Because only Qingyun could see it, behind Bai Zhizheng was a purple dragon with fangs and claws, devouring some vague "aura" between heaven and earth all the time.
It was this soaring dragon that blocked the invisible confusing sounds for him, making his Taoist heart as solid as a rock and immune to all evil!
All this happened so suddenly that except for Hongchen Guest, even Ming Yu, a great monk of the Wind Control Realm of the Immortal Sword Sect, did not notice Bai Zhizheng approaching quietly.
Just when the three of them were unable to attack together, Xiao and Luo Yixian on the side also stepped forward to help!
Luo Yixian's flute sword is as thin as a silver needle, and its blade is as sharp as autumn frost. If it hadn't suddenly appeared in the sunlight, ordinary people might not even notice it.
And Xiao once again transformed into two sword lights of different colors, one blue and one brown, on the fingertips of both hands, and together with Luo Yixian, the three swords were fired in unison!
"Ah."
Seeing this, Bai Zhizheng's resolute face was calm and composed, and the corners of his mouth seemed to show his unparalleled confidence.
Ding Ding~: It’s Master Bai, one of my favorite male characters, he’s here! ! !
