PS: Third update

Liang Youyu couldn't help but wipe his eyes, then stared at it, and exclaimed, "This, this person is Fang Xuanxuan! Isn't he dead?"

As the ball of meat expanded, a huge shadow gradually appeared, and it was indeed the silver-clothed envoy Fang Xuanxuan, who was not good-looking. He looked down coldly, and no one put him in his eyes, but everyone had him in their eyes, so that everyone could clearly feel that his coldness was like a thorn on Yan Li's body.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Yan Li again, and Yan Li returned with a mocking look, with a mere empowerment realm, contemptuous of the masters of the divine realm, he was the first one. If the two were in the same camp, they really shouldn't look at each other like this, and suddenly doubt their previous suspicions.

Is it another pretense? But at this point, it has become a fish on other people's chopping boards, so what else is there to play up?

With Fang Xuanxuan's manifestation, the remnants of the Divine Realm's Yuan Shen power turned into a violent sense of oppression, making them unable to think anymore, like ants scurrying under the feet of giants, not knowing what to do.

Yan Li stood up, walked over to Ji Paper Kite, gently stroked her face, and looked at her with a soft light, "I'm not blind, I'm faintly uneasy in my heart, promise me, if there is any wind and rain in the future, let's face it together, okay?"

In the past, Ji Paper Kite didn't know that Yan Li was the boy who threw the sword for her, thinking that facing her emotions was a betrayal of the boy, she thought that her heart should have sunk to the bottom of the lake with the boy, and from then on there were only endless government affairs, endless disputes, endless thieves, and unstoppable fighting; but in fact, no, who can control their emotions? After coming to Yan Fu, her pain and contradictions can be imagined, and she used to waver between revenge and forgiveness, until she knew Yan Li's identity, she was finally no longer confused.

That's where her transformation came in. Before being the empress, she was also a girl who needed to be cared for and loved, and she also had the seven emotions and six desires of ordinary people, but she didn't show them many times.

His hand that had thrown a sword at her was rough, but this rough hand had a warmth that words could not explain, enveloping her whole body, and giving her a free and stable sky with all his might, where she was just a carefree little girl chasing the peach blossoms.

Her heart was so hot that she wanted to cry again, but she couldn't, not because there were so many pairs of eyes around her, and she wanted to make the person she loved the most brave to go forward until there was a fork in the road, where she would wait, wait......

"Not good. She replied.

"Why?" Yan Li's tenderness added a sense of confusion.

"After pouring out all the hatred, the rest is you. She still had a sentence to say, because she was afraid to say it, and her determination would waver again. "It's time for you to go. ”

"You know?" said Yan Li.

"I know. Ji Paper Kite said.

"Dreams. Yan Li put down his hand, turned around and walked to the cliff, but stopped again, looked back at Ji Paper Kite, and smiled slightly, "I will carry your dreams together, and go to your side with your wishes." After speaking, he jumped down amid the exclamations of everyone.

"Senior Brother Yan, are you crazy?" Wei Shu rushed to the edge of the cliff and stretched out his hand, but he didn't even grab a corner of Yan Li's clothes.

Liang Youyu's mind was violently impacted, thinking of Yan Li's sudden departure after coming out of the Yin Styx, thinking that the suspicion of Fang Cai himself and others had stabbed his self-esteem again, and he actually used this rude suicide method to express his protest against them, and he felt guilty in his heart, and couldn't help but say: "We, we really shouldn't have done that to him!"

He was blaming himself when he heard a louder exclamation, "What's that?"

Something can be seen shuttling under the abyss, and the ear hears the sound of "whirring" breaking through the air, and when the number reaches a certain level, it can be seen that it is dense to countless sword shadows, whistling back and forth in a certain range, and then an upside-down onion, deeply inserted into the soil.

Among the tens of millions of swords, there was a figure standing Zhuo Ran, Yan Li, who thought that he would be infected into a monster by the rich demonic evil in less than two breaths, and then died of madness and insanity, standing there unharmed.

Guan Xiaolong was the most sensitive and shocked, "He, why is he not afraid of demons?" He didn't know that Yan Li was pregnant with demon blood, which could be said to be the most natural expression he had shown since his undercover career.

Everyone was puzzled, but what they wanted to know more was the meaning of his action.

"This is the Sword Shrine, does Brother Yan want to fight back?"

"Fang Xuanxuan, I know that you resent me very much in your heart, thinking that if I didn't go against Li Xueyi, you wouldn't be reduced to today's fate. ”

Yan Li's voice at the bottom of the abyss was still steady and full of magnetism, "Then you can come, this trick is used on one of your sacred realms, and it will not be in vain for its prestige!"

With a wave of his big hand, thousands of standing swords shook at the same time, and the mist of hundreds of zhang space disappeared in an instant, and the vast sword mound was clearly presented.

Wei Shu first frowned in confusion, and then said in shock: "It's Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect!"

As soon as he said this, Liang Youyu immediately understood, and his heart shook and said: "Difficult, is it that a Tibetan sword cultivator can only use ten thousand swords to return to the sect once in his life?"

"It seems that it is!" Wei Shu's brows were deeply tangled, "After that trick is used up, if you use it again next time, your meridians will be broken, and your heart will be broken and you will die." ”

As soon as the words fell, the sword weapon in the sword mound began to devour the demons. The sword weapons of the sword mound were transformed by Taibai sword qi, but they actually operated the Tibetan sword independently, even if Yan Li's law domain reached that realm, it could only passively absorb external forces, and it was impossible to be as active as now, not to mention that his realm was not enough at all.

Hundreds of millions of demons were absorbed, and in such a grand and shocking scene, Yan Li's figure was extremely tall and majestic.

Both sides tried their best to grab the demons, and the Red Rock City, which had just returned to the vast sea, was immediately revealed again.

When you get to the back, it's already quiet.

Everyone didn't dare to make a sound, and being caught between the two was even worse than guillotine.

No matter how many demons there are, they can't withstand such plundering by one person and one demon, and finally they are all exhausted, and the whole world is clear, and the snow flakes are like bystanders, falling down in a twist and turn.

If it weren't for that, everyone would have thought that time had stood still.

The ball of meat, or the mountain of meat, began to fall, and the whole thing was like a giant meteor. It didn't need to use any more moves at all, and the whole thing was enough to crush everything into powder.

Yan Li adjusted his breathing, pressed his waist to leave the cliff, bowed slightly, and whispered: "Sword return." ”