The old man from the Ancient Demon Realm saw Nightingale's intention and no longer held back, attacking her like a wild wave.
Not only that, a strong man in the late stage of the Youmo Realm in the army also flew over and restrained him from the side. The situation took a turn for the worse, and Nightingale had no time to take care of anything else.
Wei Lin was helpless. He had already seen that this cheap uncle was not good at frontal combat. By contacting her as an assassin in Qiuxi Tower, he could see that she was good at assassination, and it was not the kind of assassination that involved bursting out powerful attacks.
At this time, the demon girl Yuan Fei had already caught up, and the transparent flying flowers silently came to his neck again.
There was no armor blocking his neck. Wei Lin knew very well that the opponent wanted to test his true defense, but he had no choice. Nightingale could not rely on it for the time being. If he did not use Shark's silk, he would definitely die now.
As he thought, the light tissue as thin as cicada wings spread out, covering his neck and head. The flying flower hidden weapon touched it and stirred up tiny starlight.
After blocking the flying flower attack, the starlight quickly dimmed and returned to its plain and simple state.
"It turns out to be Shark Xiao!"
Yuan Fei murmured softly, her eyes bursting with dazzling brilliance, and her cold killing intent locked onto Wei Lin.
The status of the immortals who can possess the protection of shark crotch will never be low!
As soon as Jiao Xiao came out, Wei Lin quickly felt many eager eyes falling on him, some from the demon clan and some from the immortal clan.
He sighed softly, looked at Nightingale who was completely restrained, and then looked into the distance. Several strong men from the Jun family were fighting with Yuan Fei's guards, showing no intention of coming to help.
All we have to do is give it a try.
He suddenly turned around and leaped into the sky. The wind blew past his ears. A flying flower twirled lightly on the fingertips of the delicate woman, chasing him in the air.
Wei Lin's eyes darkened, he withdrew his gaze, and focused all his attention on the Moli Sword in his hand. In an instant, everything faded away, and the world seemed to become silent.
He raised his eyes and stared into nothingness, as if he saw the moonlight as bright as water. Under the cold sycamore tree, the girl propped her chin up and looked at the sky alone. The branches with claws and claws cut her shadow into pieces, just like the brokenness in her eyes. fragility;
I seemed to hear her gently and uneasily asking, "Senior brother, will you always be here?"; I heard myself firmly promising, "Yes, I will always be with you." '
He had promised that he would protect her safety with the sword in his hand and would always be with her. How could he die here?
He wants to live, he must live!
The Moli Sword in his hand seemed to sense his mood, and it buzzed, and a layer of blue quickly enveloped the sword.
His fingertips gently slid over the sword body, and the layer of blue became softer and softer, as if it had substance. He whispered in his heart: Do you miss her too?
The sword trembled slightly, and the faint blue flickered, as if answering his question. Something slowly seeped into his heart, and his mind was confused.
At this moment, his consciousness seemed to escape from his body, and time and space flowed. He saw an extremely tragic bloody battlefield. The little girl in white clothes and white skirt stood alone in the sea of blood among the mountains of corpses...
Wei Lin clenched the hilt of the sword and said softly in his heart: Stay alive, let's go find her!
At this moment, the sword's heart becomes clear, and the sword and man are connected. He is the sword, and the sword is him.
At this moment, in the Sunset Plain, Shao Haoyue was fighting with Xun Xia. An inexplicable emotion suddenly surged deep in his soul, an emotion called longing.
A realization dawned on her: someone was thinking of her.
At this moment, the fatigue of successive fierce battles dissipated, and she felt infinite energy welling up in her heart!
The snow-white sword light slid against the back of her hand, and a little blood seeped out slowly. Xunxia's teasing voice rang in her ears, pulling her out of that inexplicable state, "Oh, I can't stop crying."
Shao Haoyue raised her hand, and her fingertips brushed the corners of her eyes, which were wet. Why were you crying?
Doubts flashed through her mind and were quickly put aside by her. She smiled and said, "Of course I will mourn for you in advance."
"Crying for me?"
Shao Haoyue frowned slightly, as if he was troubled, "Then what should I do? If I can't get it, destroy it. Well, it's not a bad idea to carry your ashes with me..."
Jingzhi, who was assisting in the fight next to her, rolled her eyes speechlessly. Although the two were old rivals, she had never seen them fight before. She didn't expect that each one was more dramatic than the other, and they kept talking during the fight. Come on. I tend to be less lively.
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In the Silver Stream Fjord, Wei Lin's slightly drooped eyelids were raised, his phoenix eyes were sharp, and there was a dark light flashing through his eyes. With the determination to win, an indomitable momentum, the infinite fighting spirit was burning in his heart, and the Moli sword in his hand was green. Moving, pieces of green leaves with sword intent emerged quickly, and soon covered most of the sky.
Yuan Fei, who was chasing after him, was surprised, and Xuan Er sneered: "You are so brave and arrogant. You are so far away from two realms, yet you dare to even think about a head-on confrontation!"
"Eternal Qingliu!"
The clear and cold voice sounded, but it was not very loud, but it was very penetrating. Immortals and demons thousands of miles away, including Nightingale and the old man in the ancient demon realm, felt a sharp sting.
Many people raised their heads and looked at the billowing green leaves shooting down. Ling Ran's sword intent spread across the fields, and they all sighed with emotion. This is sword cultivation. Even if the cultivation level is far inferior, it is still possible to break through the defense and injure the enemy.
The little flower seemed unable to bear the impact of the mighty green leaves, and petals were washed away one by one and scattered everywhere.
A dozen small petals, so delicate, but so powerful and powerful that it seemed to be able to cut through the world, the Qingye Sword Intent was crushed into pieces one after another, turning into green 'flying sand'.
Fortunately, the Qingye sword was really powerful, and the dozen or so small petals were not able to block all of them. Many Qingye fell down, and the lower-level soldiers below who could not dodge were easily killed.
Unfortunately, Yuan Fei was not affected in any way. When Qingye's sword intent poured down, a strong demonic energy surged around her. Qingye was quickly eliminated when he came into contact with the demonic aura.
Wei Lin, who was high up in the air, breathed a sigh of relief and gained some confidence in his heart. He had finally neutralized Yuan Fei's move, at least temporarily restraining Yuan Fei.
While thinking, he kept moving, swung out another sword, and whispered: "The east wind turns into rain!"
Between the heaven and the earth, a gentle wind surged, so slow and soft, but it easily overwhelmed the aftermath of the battles of others around him.
The green flying sand crushed by the flying flowers turned into raindrops and fell. A slight chill enveloped the surrounding areas. The soldiers suddenly realized that they seemed to have become mortals at this moment. The spring breeze was slightly cold and the spring rain was slightly cool, seeping into their bodies bit by bit.
Yuan Fei's pupils shrank. Although the demonic energy that protected her body shattered all the green rain, a chill still penetrated into her heart. This triggered the laws of heaven and earth!
The laws of kendo are indeed extraordinary!
