Cheng Yue stayed with the neon dress fairy lonely man and widow, the neon dress fairy was still broken, her long hair was messy, and there were many wounds on her body. But in fact, Long Aotian said this, in fact, it is still obliquely interjected, after all, this is a killing ground for fierce soldiers, not a small alley with a dark moon and high wind, and the neon dress fairy is not a weak little lady, with a mortal monk like Cheng Yue, it is simply a fantasy to force the neon dress fairy to obey.

It's just that Cheng Yue and Fairy Nishang don't care so much, because of Fairy Nishang's previous ambiguous words, they are falling into a very embarrassing situation, Long Aotian is very arrogant and entered, it can be said that it is in the arms of these two, in order to get rid of the embarrassing atmosphere, these two people have reached an agreement very tacitly, regardless of the number of 3721 to catch Long Aotian.

Long Aotian is angry, the fairy is a woman, and her cultivation is not much worse than him, he may not be able to help her. But Cheng Yue's goods are different, this goods is a war scumbag, usually only bullied by him, he punched him away before, and now he dares to kick his nose in the face like this, it is really itchy and underwhelming.

"It seems that if I don't give you a little bit of power, you won't know that Lord Ma has three eyes. Long Aotian stared at Cheng Yue and said in an unkind tone.

Hearing this, Cheng Yue, who was spitting stars flying sideways, immediately closed his mouth, and then greeted several true immortals behind Long Aotian with an enthusiastic face, looking at his casual appearance, as if the person who had just sprayed Long Aotian was not him.

"You think you can fool the past like this?" Long Aotian sneered, then stretched out his hand, grabbed Cheng Yue's little face, and twisted it vigorously.

"Oh, hey, I'm wrong, I'm wrong!" Cheng Yue screamed in pain, and hurriedly begged for mercy very undisciplinedly.

Long Aotian is not a completely unaware of the severity, after punishing Cheng Yue slightly, he let him go, and by the way, he returned the dragon bone Tianguang helmet to Cheng Yue that he had not had time to return before, but Cheng Yue suddenly patted his head after taking the helmet, and said with a frightened face: "By the way, where is my sword?" I remember that the sword and helmet were thrown away next to the blood of the green-skinned dwarf, why is there only a helmet? Where is my sword?"

"I didn't see it. Long Aotian thought about it for a moment and shook his head regretfully. "Maybe someone else picked it up. You know, it's a lot of chaos on the battlefield. ”

Cheng Yue was shocked when he heard this, his Tai'a is not an ordinary weapon, but the sword of the Son of Heaven inherited by the ancient empire for thousands of years, this is the only one in the world, if he loses it, he is afraid that he will hate it for life!

"Did you see that?" Long Aotian asked the others.

Most of them shook their heads, and only one person fell into the memory thoughtfully.

"Lao Chen, do you know Tai'a's whereabouts?" Long Aotian hurriedly asked when he saw this.

The true immortal surnamed Chen did not give an affirmative reply: "This sword is extraordinary, has the air of a king, and is not extraordinary." When Zhao Wuzi Xiaoyou abandoned the sword, I paid special attention to it. At that time, the sword was lost next to the blood of the goblin warrior, and then Xiaoyou was thrown away by the sword of the neon fairy, I wanted to recycle it, and return it to Xiaoyou in the future, but I didn't want to disappear out of thin air before I got close. ”

"Disappear into thin air?!"

Not only Cheng Yue, but everyone was surprised when they heard this.

"Yes. Lao Chen bowed slightly, carefully recalling the details at that time, "I am conceited and have extraordinary eyesight, but everything I have witnessed, I can see it clearly, but the process of the disappearance of the Tai'a Sword is completely unclear, or there is no process at all, where was it before, and the kung fu has disappeared without a trace." ”

Although what Lao Chen said was conclusive, Cheng Yue was still suspicious, frowning and staring at the other party, wondering in his heart whether it was this surnamed Chen who wanted to ignore his sword and not return it, so he made up these words to fool him.

But he didn't want Long Aotian to be as if he had seen through what he was thinking, and he raised his hand and gave him a burst of chest.

"Don't guess! This Brother Chen is the beloved disciple of the Heavenly Immortal Emperor Fu Yixun, his master has always been known for his honesty and trustworthiness, and he is extremely strict with his disciples, if you can't even trust people like Brother Chen, there is no credible person in this world. ”

"Xiaolong, you have won the prize. ”

Lao Chen shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Zhao Wuzi Xiaoyou is just too anxious, so he will think too much, which can be regarded as human nature." ”

Cheng Yue rubbed the back of his head, with a depressed face, although Long Aotian is not very good, but his speech is quite good, if he says that Lao Chen is fine, then Lao Chen should be no problem. It's just that if Lao Chen hadn't lied, his Tai'a had really disappeared in that inexplicable way, so where could he go to find it? At this moment, he even had some hope that Lao Chen was lying, because then he would at least know who to go to for his sword.

At this time, with the fierce battle of the day, the immortals and the aborigines have already paid a lot of price, seeing that the night is about to fall, and there is still no hope of breaking the stalemate, many people can't help but think about retreating.

On the battlefield far above the Nine Heavens, Ling Xuzi and the dozen or so directors of the Pioneer Division who came to support were exhausted, and the aboriginal kings opposite them were also scarred, and the two sides invariably stopped the fierce battle, facing each other far away from the airspace of more than ten miles.

"Brother Ling Xuzi, what do you say these barbarian chiefs are trying to do? This time, not only did they take the lives of a large number of elites of their own clan, but they even went into battle to fight us in person. On weekdays, this generation is only driving the miscellaneous clan to death at most, how can he ever be so desperate?" Ling Xuzi's side, a middle-aged man wearing a purple gold Taoist temple, wearing a dragon silver lin armor, and holding a three-foot whip asked.

Ling Xuzi was not an all-knowing and all-powerful god, how could he know the answer to this question? He smiled bitterly and did not answer, but just took out two pills from the medicine bag that exuded a strong Taiyin aura, one of which he took himself, and handed the other to the middle-aged man.

"Although your Taiyin Wuji Pill is good, it is not suitable for me. The middle-aged man didn't mean to answer, looking at the Taiyin Wuji Dan in his eyes, he even shrank a little, laughed dryly, took the wine gourd from his waist, raised his neck and poured a few sips, and then said with a happy face: "If you want to say that the nourishing quality is better, it is better to have a certain phoenix syrup Wushuang liquid!"

"The poor Dan is good, or your wine is good, you can talk about it later. Hurry up and recover some vitality, Poor Dao always feels that today's battle will not be so easy to end. Ling Xuzi squinted at the figures on the opposite side who were licking their wounds, and said with a solemn face.

The middle-aged man was taken aback, and said in disbelief: "What? Do you think they still want to continue fighting?" In his opinion, after a day of fierce fighting, no one can help anyone, and they are all very tired, and if they don't collect their troops and return to the camp at this time, they will be sick.

Ling Xuozi nodded slowly, and said in a deep voice: "You have also seen it, this battle is full of abnormalities. If Poor Dao guessed correctly, they should have been persecuted and had to do so. ”

The middle-aged man shook his head disapprovingly: "They are the kings of the high-ranking tribes, how can anyone persecute them in this wild sky?"

"No, there are still people who can do this. At this moment, a beautiful woman with a beautiful face and a goose-yellow palace dress interjected.

"Our Lady of Snow Sakura, you girl with long hair and short knowledge, don't talk nonsense there!" The middle-aged man saw that the person who spoke was her, and immediately choked.

Our Lady of Snow Sakura's face immediately darkened, and she was about to sneer at this rough embryo, but Ling Xuozi took the lead and said, "Now is not the time to quarrel, Xue Ying, the 'person' you are talking about should not be a person, but a 'god', right??"

Our Lady of Snow Sakura had a solemn expression and nodded, "That's true." Who could force them to do this if it weren't for God?"

"I still think you're talking nonsense. The middle-aged man said with a disapprehensive face, "Those barbarian gods should know very well the catties and taels of their barbarian people, to put it mildly, even if they are all spelled out, they may not necessarily be able to destroy us, in this case, why do they still do such a thankless job?"

"Perhaps...... Are they going to intervene with their own hands?"