Wu Nian's gaze retracted coldly, and without the slightest emotion, he cast a silver short spear in his right hand from the wide black sleeve robe, and the tip of the spear reached between Bai Wushuang's eyebrows, and a cold light came out through the spear.

Although Bai Wushuang was in a dilemma, she was able to give the title with the word "Yin and Yang" in the Yin-Yang Sect, which naturally had her merits.

The green jade flute was horizontal, and a wisp of resentful flute sound lingered out from the flute, ethereal and traceless, and the cold light that shot out of the tip of the spear was instantly dispersed.

Not only that, Bai Wushuang's Qingya Demon Flute turned in tone in the next moment, and the sound was as rapid as a golden iron horse, coming one after another, and a heavy wave of sound hit Wu Nian, and another wave of sound took advantage of Wu Nian to dodge, and suddenly knocked on the iron chain that had been cut out by her before!

"Xuanxuan!" the chains made a crisp clashing sound like musical instruments, but the blazing black flames danced spontaneously like spirits, trying to swallow Bai Wushuang's sonic attack.

A sword intent as cold as the cold moon suddenly rose into the sky, accompanied by an ancient beast-like dragon groan, and the Flying Frost Sword and the Sinking Dragon Sparrow flew out at the same time.

The Flying Frost Sword slashed down in the air like a crescent moon, and the cold frost on the sword even froze the black flames, and slashed at the turbulent iron chain along with Bai Wushuang's sound waves!

The Sinking Dragon Sparrow found another way, Shangguan Chengtai aimed at the fire-breathing mouth connected by another iron chain, and destroyed the fire-breathing mouth with the heavy power of the Sinking Dragon Sparrow.

Bai Wushuang saw that the black flame on the other iron chain was scattered, and he was overjoyed, and he hurriedly played the Qingya Demon Flute, and wanted to repeat the old trick and break another iron chain.

However, Wu Nian's instantaneous figure made Bai Wushuang's heart froze, and he forcibly changed the direction of his attack, and made a hard encounter with the silver short spear that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Bai Wushuang only felt a strong force coming from the Qingya Demon Flute, and the whole person flew out upside down, almost settling his body when he almost hit the mountain wall behind him.

Bai Wushuang's face was pale, and the tips of his fingers were trembling.

The Blue Cliff Demon Flute collided head-on with the enemy's weapon, and it was mournful.

But Bai Wushuang could see it clearly, it was just an extremely ordinary marksmanship, and this thoughtless cultivation was only in the stage of entering the gods, at most, it was just about to look at the subtleties, why every time he made a move, it seemed that he was pressing himself hard, and even seemed to have not done his best.

It's like...... It's like a sword cultivator suppressing a fellow monk.

But Bai Wushuang didn't feel the slightest sword intent from this person.

"Ahh

Nangong Beidou's whole person trembled rapidly, as if he had suffered great pain, and the Flying Frost Sword swayed in mid-air and returned to his side, as if he was drunk.

Shen Yuanzhi was at a loss for Nangong Beidou's sudden abnormality, and Shangguan Chengtai was also in a cold sweat, only better than Nangong Beidou.

Wu Nian, who was in mid-air, suddenly said coldly: "The flame of the Xuan Ming can even incinerate the vitality of heaven and earth, and when the immortal sword is connected to the mind, you dare to directly contact the flame of the Xuan Ming, it is simply asking for hardship." ”

"Hmm!" Nangong Beidou struggled to endure the great pain in his heart, gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his eyes slightly narrowed, and he only saw a black flame dancing on the Flying Frost Sword connected to his heart.

Just now, he used the Flying Frost Sword to directly contact the black flame, no matter how fast the flying sword was, after cutting off the chains, it would eventually be stained with a trace.

As for Shangguan Chengtai's submerged dragon sparrow, it was the bottom of the flame spout that was destroyed by luck, but at that time, his mind shook for a moment, and now he saw Nangong Beidou's appearance, but his face was anxious, but he also watched the black flame grow stronger and stronger on the Flying Frost Sword as if it had taken root, from a little to the size of a palm, while Nangong Beidou only felt that it was burning inside.

"Cut off the connection with the flying sword, otherwise you yourself will die first!" Bai Wushuang didn't care about Nangong Beidou's life and death, but now Nangong Beidou had the highest cultivation among the three juniors, and his swordsmanship was extraordinary, if he didn't help him, the situation could only be so bad that it couldn't be worse.

However, Bai Wushuang had never thought of the meaning of the Natal Immortal Sword in the eyes of the disciples of Cunwei Mountain.

If Nangong Beidou really discarded the flying sword that he had been inseparable from day and night for his life, his skills would not be half of it, and from then on, his sword heart would be incomplete, and he would no longer be able to embark on the path of the sword.

Nangong Beidou gritted his teeth and refused, Bai Wushuang secretly scolded him for being pedantic, and no longer cared about him, waving the Qingya Demon Flute, accompanied by a heavy sound, the whole person was like a white butterfly fighting Wunian in the air.

One of the gossip chains has been broken, and the Xuanying Flame on the other chain is only lingering, so it is better to find a way to deal with Wu Nian first.

On the other hand, Shen Yuanzhi and Shangguan Chengtai alone held Nangong Beidou and blocked the enemies surrounding them again, but this time it was more dangerous than when they came.

Just when Nangong Beidou's body was tormented, suddenly the Flying Frost Sword trembled violently, and a red light swept over, conjuring up a red fire carp with a swaying head and tail, opening its mouth like a whale sucking, and after sucking the growing Xuanming flame into its mouth, it comfortably flicked its tail and swam away from the air, like a circle of fire, protecting the three of Nangong Beidou in the circle and blocking the enemy out of the circle.

"Senior Sister Ning!" Shangguan Chengtai's eyes lit up, and the fire carp was clearly Ning Qingyun's red carp spirit.

Seeing that there was no longer a trace of black flame on the Flying Frost Sword, Nangong Beidou's aura suddenly stabilized, and finally he was at peace in his heart, and he no longer had any scruples to make the Sinking Dragon Sparrow force back the surrounding enemies.

"Sixth brother, are you okay?" Shen Yuanxiu asked with concern as Ning Qingyun joined Nangong Beidou and the others, and threw himself beside Shen Yuanzhi.

Shen Yuanzhi had long been worried about her safety, although there was also a lot of danger here, but seeing that she was safe and sound at this time, Shen Yuanzhi was also relieved in his heart.

At the same time, there was a coquettish laughter in the air, and with this laughter, a cloud of red and pink suddenly appeared in the sky above Wu Nian, the golden bell rang, crisp as a pearl, and the Xuan Mu love silk was like a lover's gentle hand, but it hid a great killing intention, rolling towards Wu Nian's neck!

Bai Wushuang flipped his palm, and the Qingya Demon Sound Flute instantly returned to her palm from a distance, across her lips, and the magic sound turned into countless black streamers like substance, like a rope to Wunian's body.

A trace of mockery flashed in the sharp eyes of Wu Nian in mid-air, and suddenly a terrifying aura surged from his body, causing Phantom Charm and Bai Wushuang to change color at the same time!

The silver spear seemed to have a doppelganger, flashing two silver tracks in two directions at the same time, and the waves of qi rolled like a river and a sea, and the remaining seven chains around it trembled violently, and even the black flames of the Xuan Netherworld seemed to be extinguished.

Bai Wushuang and Phantom Dodge at the same time, and the red clouds and white shadows converged.

The pink mist dissipated, revealing the solemn and worried faces of Phantom and Bai Wushuang.

Wu Nian's body fluttered up, showing that he was standing on the highest point of the high platform, and the black robe on his body danced with the flames of the Xuan Ming burning below, like a soul envoy.

"I didn't expect that the disciples of Cunwei Mountain would be in the same league with the demon girls of the Yin Yang Sect, which was really eye-opening to me. Wu Nian swept from Nangong Beidou, Shangguan Chengtai, and Ning Qingyun one by one, and then returned to Phantom Mei'er and Bai Wushuang, his tone was not shocked, but everyone could hear the killing intent suddenly revealed in his voice.

"Hehe, you should have this realization when you designed me to be righteous and demonic. Today is just a little lesson for you, and when the righteous and demons join forces in the future, maybe you will know what it means to be truly 'in the same stream'. Phantom's tone was lazy, but her eyes were vigilant, and the silk of Xuan Mu turned into a pink curtain and flew in the air, ready to deal with Wu Nian's shot at any time.

"That's not bad......" Wu Nian nodded in agreement and said, "However, it doesn't matter......"

Bai Wushuang's face changed, and he shouted: "It's not good!"

I saw Wu Nian stretching out his hand, and a pitch-black Xuanying flame in his palm burned with a little red light, and the sand and rocks flew around, like a storm on the flat ground.

In the dark, many Yuan Crystals were also swept up and smashed down!

The wind and sand are hehe, and everyone has resisted.

The Phantom Girl in the air let out a low cry and fell with Bai Wushuang, standing with Nangong Beidou and the others.

Xuan Mu's love is entangled in the wind, covering the phantom and everyone, temporarily blocking the crisis.

Everyone listened to the wind raging around them, as if the wind suddenly came from Ningjia Town that day, and the sound of iron chains sounded like a song urging life.

Black flames danced wildly, rising from the chains.

Suddenly, there were screams around me, and the smell of blood suddenly increased!

"Ahh

"Help!Lord Wunian, spare me, spare me!ah!" Shen Yuanzhi's eyes shone with green thunder, but he looked left and right in disbelief.

Because of the protection of the magic weapons of Jindan monks such as Phantom Mei'er, Nangong Beidou and the others were temporarily unharmed, but they sensed that the lives of the original black-clothed people around them were passing little by little.

The thoughtless man didn't know what kind of spell he had cast, and he killed his companion in an instant.

"Oh no! That black flame is refining my Xuanmu affection!" Phantom Charm's face suddenly turned pale, and everyone changed color when they heard this.

If the Xuanmu Silk Entanglement is destroyed, they will be exposed to the black flame immediately, and no matter how fast they are, they may not be able to avoid this strange black flame.

Even the primordial spirit of Ning Qingyun's Chixiao Golden-backed Carp seemed to be afraid of the black fire in the sky, and he shrank in the Chixiao Red Carp for a while.

The black flame seemed to have absorbed some kind of power, and roared like a living thing, shaking the mountains and rocks.

It's just that in a short moment, except for Nangong Beidou and others, the second daughter of the Yin-Yang Sect and the Wunian who stood on the high platform, there was no living mouth!

"Hahahaha!" Wu Nian laughed loudly, watching the black flames burning below, burning all his so-called companions before, returning to the high platform with countless blood and qi, and throwing them into the ding.

With the influx of blood and qi, there was a heart-wrenching howl in the ding, like a human being but not a man, like a beast but not a beast, as if he was experiencing endless pain.

However, Ning Qingyun suddenly raised her head, her eyes showed a hint of horror, staring at the figure in the black flames in the sky, and the laughter of the enemy seemed to echo in her ears over and over again.

Ning Qingyun muttered, "I remember this laughter, I remember...... You! it's you! the laughter I had in my dreams...... It turns out that the murderer is you!"

Hatred shot out of Ning Qingyun's gaze like a bone, staring at Wu Nian on the high platform, and asked loudly.