Nine Thunder Xuanyu

The evil man, holding a black sword, stood majestically in mid-air, with the blade facing down, his eyes looked directly at Nie Yun with four feet facing the sky in front of him, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he had a feeling of satisfaction. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Is it so cool to abuse a dish? This was all Nie Yun thought when he saw Nanxie's expression. Nan Xie saw that he was a closed disciple of the Eastern Emperor, and he was so weak, but it was hard to say anything, after all, he was a disciple of the Eastern Emperor, and this face still had to be given.

"Okay, as long as you hand over Fengyun, I will let you go, the matter here has nothing to do with you, you just need to do this." Nan Xie said.

"Which man have you ever seen hand over his beloved woman?" The questioning voice resounded in the sky, and Nie Yun's firm gaze looked at Nanxie, clearly telling him: The woman who wants me to give up on me, it's impossible!

The four eyes are facing each other, but it is not that kind of tenderness, but a pair of firm eyes on a pair of evil black pupils, there is no murder in these evil black pupils, and there is no cold light, it is a kind of creepy feeling that makes people feel creepy after seeing it, that creepy feeling is not the feeling of seeing the corpse trembling all over, but a person looking at you with a very monster-like look. Could it be that he is in the Demon Realm? Nie Yun didn't dare to define it for the time being, after all, what evil skills he had cultivated.

At this moment, the two sides are tense, and the scene seems to be on the verge of an uncontrollable situation. Nan Xie looked at Nie Yun: "Then, don't blame me for being rude, send you to Huangquan Road to find your master." The sword in his hand was not scattered this time, but was held firmly in his hand. Nan Xie approached Nie Yun step by step, and the position of the sword did not have the slightest deviation on the plane, as if a straight line drawn with a ruler, with a sword master, a top master.

In a chaotic world

Zi Ling said: "He must be controlled, there is definitely no way to solve the problem, this time I will help you, I don't blame Nie Yun for this matter, so he is not guilty, if he doesn't help, it is estimated that he will have to die." ”

The purple cloud emitted a purple light that pierced through the chaotic space, sending out directly to the southwest, from a fantastic light in the darkness, Feng Yun didn't understand the meaning of Zi Ling, and Zi Ling was a purple light again: "Go, get out!"

There are two missing in the chaotic world, one is a human and the other is a spirit.

The Southern Evil had already come to Nie Yun's face. Friends, if you really want to succeed in a thing, then you must be fast, don't pretend to be forced, and go slowly like a gambling god, which will only give things a chance to succeed. Only by being decisive can you achieve great things, and don't think about anything else.

"Don't you want to kill me? The woman said coldly, standing beside Nie Yun who was lying down. The purple one followed closely, and the evil southern evil saw the ancient and mysterious purple cloud behind him, and felt that the situation was a little bad, and that thing couldn't even see through himself, what kind of strength was it?

In fact, there is no strength, the purple spirit is an illusion, after all, the dead spirit, let alone the strength, but the light of the purple spirit just now played a huge role.

In the misty sky, a black shadow flashed and stopped in the sky above Nie Yun and the Southern Evil, carrying a silver-white halberd, wearing a black dress of the same color as the Southern Evil, but it was not a robe, but a slightly tight, the corners of the clothes were very delicately corrected, without any flaws, and the face was delicate, but why did he look exactly the same as Nie Yuan and his father? Could this be his father? Impossible. How can there be such strength.

"Nie Yuan" came like this without warning, because Nie Yun didn't notice the purple light just now, so Nie Yun was still a little puzzled when he saw this scene.

"Why are you still alive?" asked Nie Yuan.

"It's not because I'm a kid whose life is at stake, so I want to ask you for help. Zi Ling rose into the air, and on the opposite side of Nie Yuan, the two began to communicate.

"I asked you why you're still alive, aren't you dead?"

"I'm dead, but I'm a half-living now, and I can be reborn if I can break the seal. ”

Nie Yun looked at the two, could it be that there is a great relationship between the two? They knew each other before? Isn't the purple spirit that Nie Yuan said dead? Now that he is still alive, did something big happen before that caused the purple spirit to die temporarily?

Feng Yun is now a black line, I don't know what the two mean, it's just a conversation.

And what about the South Evil? The South Evil is quietly watching a good show, although he is the protagonist of this play, but he can also take a look at it as an outsider.

However, this black-clothed man can't see through his strength, so he should be a master.

The two had an exchange. At the end of the two lines of dialogue, he was full of sentimentality.

"It's been a thousand years since I said goodbye, and now you've changed from a child to this, so I don't recognize it at all. Zi Ling said.

"You're still the same, you haven't changed. Although there is no master of mine, but you are still alive, I will definitely help you with this favor!"

The man in black in the air disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye, and once again appeared on the ground, standing between Nie Yun and Nan Evil.

Nie Yun, who was close, saw that the person who looked exactly like his father, but the clothes were very different, and there were many unsolvable mysteries in his heart, hoping that he could help him solve them, but now there are still some small things to deal with at the moment, and it is estimated that it will be settled in an instant.

"Little brother, you better go, otherwise it won't be good for you. How I feel like I've seen you somewhere, but it doesn't matter. Nie Yun said, looking at Nan Xie with cold eyes, there was a murderous aura in his eyes, not an ordinary murderous aura, but a kind of lethal look that a strong man should have when he competed with a sword.

Nan Xie couldn't help but retreat a little, but if he withdrew like this, he would lose his title of Southern Evil: "Who are you and why are you involved in this matter." ”

Nie Yuan saw that he was still not leaving, and the sword on his back was never pulled out, but there was an extra sword in his hand, a complete light, a blue light, no hilt, this ...... "Are you leaving?" I wanted to say strongly, but in the end I said it in a questioning tone.

"Don't go, what can you do?" the black sword split, and the countless changes of the flying sword "Boom!mph!" flew all over the sky again, and Feng Yun quickly pulled Nie Yun away from this place, retreating far away.

Nie Yun looked at this Nie Yun and felt that he should be able to stabilize the Southern Evil, I don't know how long the Southern Evil can last, it depends on the creation.

Nie Yuan slowly put the qi blade in front of him and placed it horizontally, feeling that an earth-shattering battle was about to begin, but would it really be a fierce battle for a long time?

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