The yellow-white sky in the distance flashes across, like a fish-belly white turning over, illuminating the entire sky.
White clouds emerged slowly like bamboo shoots after rain, until they covered the moon on the other side of the sky and gradually became illusory.
Just after the first beam of light from this side of the world shone on the earth, Red Candle City, which was originally shrouded in a deathly aura, showed a bit of vitality.
After countless cultivators saw the warmth coming from the top of their heads, they unconsciously slowed down the movements of their hands, and their exhausted bodies trembled slightly.
After the beam of light shone on the ruins in front of the Red Candle City, one after another, countless rays of sunlight shone on this area.
After a night of fighting, the cultivators of Red Candle City also suffered heavy losses in the face of the disaster of the dark stream, but the tide of dark men was also well blocked from the city gate.
In the center where the black energy is the thickest, there is also a white figure standing.
It was a young man in white robes. He was currently stationed with an ironwood sword to support his tired body, but more than half of his originally endless dark men were missing.
The original number of ten cultivators of darkness also disappeared without a trace, but the black mist was thicker than other places. It was obvious that these cultivators were all killed by the white-robed young man with a sword in his hand. Beheaded.
The black cage formed by black chains was obviously cut down by Li Wudi with one sword.
Li Wudi looked at the dark men who dared not get close ten feet away from him, and raised his eyes slightly to look upward at the long-lost bright sunshine.
It turns out that it's dawn...
It gets dark very quickly, and it gets white very quickly.
In a blink of an eye, the whole world has returned to daylight, and the dark people and the black river flowing down from the air have turned into dots of black light with a strange sign and dispersed one after another.
The black river seemed to be going backwards, flowing back into the opening in the sky.
boom!
A muffled sound came from the three glazed towers higher up, and then the three glazed towers seemed to have persisted all night, and finally collapsed. The two dark ones who were originally sealed inside were not dead after all.
This double-dark person is of normal size and looks just like a human being. If it weren't for the very depressing aura exuding from its body, some people would think that it was not a dark person and would have their heads covered.
It also looked up at the sky, and then looked behind it. First it looked at the magnificent city, and then it focused its gaze on the person who destroyed it tonight, with a sinister look on its face.
"Nine Pagoda Immortal, very good... I will remember you, but don't forget, this is not the first time. You can't save the Red Candle Mine."
With a hint of threat, the double-dark man appeared ghostly for a moment, and rushed in before the dark hole in the air healed.
At this point, this world finally returned to the long-lost silence.
Ning Ruoxue and Luo Qiushui looked pale, obviously after a night of endless fighting, even they were a little exhausted.
After repelling the dark man, they did not take a rest immediately. Instead, they looked at the young man in white robe in the center of the scene, because they must know that that young man fought against ten people without the help of any monks last night. The cultivator of darkness in the dark womb realm!
That's equivalent to ten Lingtai realm monks!
"Master Li!"
"Li Wudi!"
The two women flew towards the white-robed boy nervously, but within a few breaths, they arrived in front of him.
Seeing the scarred and motionless young man in white robe, with no trace of spiritual energy coming out, they couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in their hearts.
Ning Ruoxue bit her red lips and looked at each other with Luo Qiushui next to her. She tried to reach out a hand, just to put it under the boy's nose to see if there was any breathing.
But just when they were about to explore, a faint snoring sound came from the young man in white robe who had made their hearts miss all night.
This made the two women's faces startled, and Luo Qiushui's expression suddenly became strange.
Ning Ruoxue simply stopped sniffing, grabbed the white-robed boy's shoulders, turned him around, and the white-robed boy's body fell into her arms smoothly.
In an instant, the woman in green clothes felt a smell that was unique to men, rushing towards her face, which was also mixed with some sweat and the bloody smell of a night of fighting.
Especially in front of her breasts, the sudden squeezing feeling made her groan unconsciously. Ning Ruoxue, who had always been cold and frosty, now had a bit of shyness on her face.
The Iron Wood Sword slid down smoothly. Even if it was about to fall from the air to the ground, it was also attracted by a pulling force. The person who made the move was none other than Luo Qiushui, who also came with him.
Luo Qiushui, who was dressed in a white dress, looked at the man and woman in front of her like this, and her delicate face showed a hint of a meaningful smile.
The beauty's smile added a bit of charm to her.
Just like that, when Fan Youmeng was about to step forward to ask about the situation, he discovered such a stunning scene.
The girl in green clothes has a hibiscus appearance, which is the appearance of the upper class. Her strength can be seen from the stunning sword intention last night. She is absolutely gorgeous.
But such a woman was holding a young man in white robes in her arms, and the two were hugging each other so close that they were no less than skin-to-skin contact.
On the side, the woman in white dress, whose temperament and appearance were even more outstanding, was holding two swords, just like the nine-day fairy, and her eyes were as if she were looking at each other with affection.
She even placed her double swords on her waist, and what she held in her hands was the ironwood sword of the white-robed boy.
The two beauties in the world, acting like this, seemed to outsiders to be the escorts of the young man in white robes.
When outsiders saw this scene, they were really shocked and envious of the comatose young man in white robe.
When Shui Yuxuan, who looked like a handsome young man, saw this scene, his eyes became even colder, and veins could be seen popping out of the hand holding the jade flute.
"This boy is so lucky."
The tone was cold, making it difficult for people to hear the emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy in it, but it made the monks on the side know that the person in front of him was obviously not someone to be trifled with.
Fan Youmeng stepped forward with the moon sword in hand and said, "May I ask how this young master is doing? Is there anything serious?"
Then I took a look at it and realized...it looks very good. No wonder it attracted the attention of these two beauties.
Luo Qiushui seemed to notice the strange look in the Yuehua woman's eyes and smiled slightly, but she did not explain it.
He just said: "It's a shame that Miss Fan is worried. We are all disciples of the Dao Palace. Now that Red Candle City is suffering from this disaster, we naturally help out and contribute a little bit."
Fan Youmeng looked at the woman in front of her, her hesitant behavior was really worthy of her face. She thought about it for a while and said with a smile: "Even so, we in the Fan family still want to thank you out of favor. This is a private matter..."
He paused for a moment, looked at Luo Qiushui and Ning Ruoxue, and then glanced at the unconscious white-robed boy in Ning Ruoxue's arms from the corner of his eye, and asked with a smile: "I don't know where the three of you are. Can you tell me which elder you belong to in the Dao Palace?"
Ning Ruoxue and Luo Qiushui looked at each other and nodded to each other. After all, the Red Candle Mine is under the control of the Lingtian Dao Palace, so is the Red Candle City. Fan Yi, the lord of the Red Candle City, is also from the Dao Palace. Naturally, this The Fan family can still trust the previous letter.
In this way, Ning Ruoxue, who was holding the young man in her arms, stepped forward with a slight sword chant, "Master's sect, Lingtian Dao Palace Sword Island...Master, Jian Zhengyang."
When the last three words fell, Fan Youmeng's eyes could not stop concentrating, as if at that moment, she felt a terrifying sword energy that could span three thousand miles from the woman in green in front of her.
That sword energy seemed to come from a young man.
Fan Youmeng also knew why this hallucinatory feeling occurred, because she had heard of Jian Zhengyang, who was known as the "Great Sword Immortal". Who doesn’t know the Great Sword Immortal? !
She even knew the name of the sword immortal, so even though she was a Dzogchen monk in the Lingtai realm, she could still feel the influence of the sword immortal from Ning Ruoxue, who was half a step away from the spiritual platform. However, the sword intention.
Obviously, this was the sword intent that Ning Ruoxue naturally absorbed when she was taught by the sword immortal.
"It turns out that he is a disciple of Sword Immortal. Now I am really lucky to meet his disciple."
Fan Youmeng bowed with his sword, exuding deep respect.
Ning Ruoxue accepted it happily, because if we really want to judge the master of the person who uses the sword in terms of seniority, although Fan Youmeng in front of her is not a disciple of the Tao Palace, but based on her master's name, she is really in terms of seniority. Higher than all the younger generation of sword cultivators in Lingtian Paradise.
After all, who dares to compete with his master in the art of swordsmanship, and in the world of cultivation, there is naturally an unwritten rule, that is, regardless of age, let alone origin, it only depends on who walks on the road to the great road. Whoever is far away is the respected pioneer and senior.
Even if you are... a three-year-old naughty boy or a thousand-year-old man.
No one is allowed to break this sweet relationship.
Fan Youmeng lowered her gaze and looked at the sleeping young man in white robe.
Before she could ask, Ning Ruoxue had already said: "Li Wudi, the leader of this year's outer sect disciple competition, the master sect of Spirit Thunder Body Refining Island, studied under Cui Yang."
Then there was the woman in white dress on the side.
Luo Qiushui and the equally outstanding-looking Pearl of the Fan family looked at each other. Her beautiful eyes moved slightly, and she said with a smile: "Learn from...Qi Yichun."
It is concise and clear, so there is no suffix, but those three simple words seem to be as heavy as that thousand catties of stone.
Although he had expected it in his heart, Fan Youmeng still couldn't help being surprised when the beautiful woman revealed her identity.
Qi Yichun.....
He turned out to be a disciple of that great elder!
Fan Youmeng had obviously heard the story about this great elder of the Spiritual Palace, and the originally plain expression on his face showed a bit of surprise.
It was also at this time, whether it was a coincidence or just in time, that the Lord of Red Candle City Fan Yi, who was dressed in fairy mist, also came stepping on the clouds.
He looked at Ning Ruoxue and the three people in front of him, smiled slightly, then turned around, facing the many monks in the sky, spread his hands and said with a smile: "Thank you all for your help, we can survive this calamity of Red Candle" , otherwise Red Candle City will be in danger... After this, all the monks of my generation here will be greatly grateful to our Fan family in the future."
