Leng Xiaoshi recognized at a glance what Brother Sheng's performance was at the moment, the skill of condensing the sword, but looking at the three layers of sword qi condensed before this trend, one sword followed by another, impermeable, the sword technique was like a continuous spring rain, but the power of the sword was amazing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The middle-aged man who originally bombarded Brother Xiang Sheng's face froze, turned from attack to defense, and the silver Jiao on his body was full of phantoms, but when the fists and Jiao intersected, there would still be a bloody mouth, containing a fierce sword qi.

"Huh."

was forced into the corner step by step by "Leng Xiaoshi", and the middle-aged man couldn't hold it back all of a sudden, and the silver Jiao soared, and the roar of the dragon out of the abyss came from his mouth.

"Silver Dragon Fist."

With a roar, powerful spiritual power converged on his two slender and wide palms, and silver light flowed in all directions within a radius of a hundred miles, attacking towards the "cold small stone" standing in the air.

"Edgeworthiness, Edgeworth kills."

In the air, the cold voice of "Leng Xiaoshi" suddenly sounded, and then the figure disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a demon sword in the air.

"Huh."

With a light roar, the silver light converged and turned into a silver jiao, constantly intertwining and rotating, enveloping the middle-aged man's body.

There was no huge collision as imagined, only a monstrous demon sword pierced through, and in the next breath, everything disappeared, and the silver light on the middle-aged man's body dispersed, revealing his true body in a white robe.

"Huhuhu."

Just like that, straight and weakly falling from the sky, the long wind struck the middle-aged man's robe, making a whirring robe fluttering sound, looking at his tiger eyes, the silver light disappeared, and at this moment only the incredible color of the full pupils remained.

A little red Yan dripped from his nails to the ground, and the robe on his chest was stained with blood, which was torn in an instant, turning into pieces and dancing in the air.

Until, he fell to the ground and smashed the bluestone ground into a shattered and sunken humanoid pit, and the hearts of the people watching the battle from a distance were so shocked, and a spirit emperor fell like this.

No matter how slow he was, the divine sword that killed the Spirit Emperor was long gone, and he wanted to find the mysterious powerhouse wearing a black cloak, but there was no trace of it.

In the corner of the martial arts arena, Leng Buyi, who had recovered from meditation, slowly opened his eyes, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and he was puzzled, but he still got up slowly, and his figure flashed towards the clan hall.

Outside Dongyang City, the "cold small stone" flew at a fast speed, and the grove was already faintly visible.

"Boy, the consumption of the Demon Sword is too great, I'm going back to rest, you take over your own body, you must live." Brother Sheng's voice suddenly sounded in the depths of Leng Xiaoshi's soul.

"What is alive?"

Just as Leng Xiaoshi was about to ask the question in his words, a feeling of dizziness instantly enveloped all his perceptions. The next moment, he regained the perception of his body, and with him the black cloak and the black and white fanged mask.

However, the next moment, he also understood the meaning of his brother's words when he left.

"Ahh

Leng Xiaoshi only felt a sharp pain from ** surging into his heart, painful to the heart, and after perceiving it carefully, Leng Xiaoshi almost fainted.

The internal organs in the body have been more or less shocked, the meridians are disordered, many have collapsed, and the most important injuries are immeasurable. The flesh and skin were infused with too much spiritual power, and they cracked, and bright red blood began to slowly overflow the body.

Reluctantly supported himself with the Demon Sword and walked to the mouth of the grove. Leng Xiaoshi was already a bloody man, the white robe on his body had been soaked in red, and the blood was spreading and dripping on the soil along his white fingers and twisted corners.

"Brother, what's wrong with you. Don't scare me. Brother. ”

Leng Xueyan, who was sitting at the mouth of the grove in a bored daze, saw that Leng Xiaoshi came back covered in blood, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him, feeling the serious injury on Leng Xiaoshi's body, Leng Xueyan's eyes instantly became moist.

Immediately gently helped Leng Xiaoshi to sit down, and Leng Xueyan also quickly sat down cross-legged, and the pink spiritual power on his body surged, entering Leng Xiaoshi's body.

"Ah, it hurts...... Pain, pain...... Ahh ”

For a moment, Leng Xiaoshi's face suddenly twitched, and he groaned violently.

"Brother."

Leng Xueyan interrupted the input of spiritual power into Leng Xiaoshi's body, his eyes were enlarged, his nose was embarrassed, the corners of his mouth on his pretty face suddenly bent and grinned, and wisps of crystal fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Brother." "Brother."

After calling several times in succession, Leng Xiaoshi's head was already hanging down at this moment, and he was angry. The cold snow and smoke shook his body, and tears flowed down unconsciously.

"Brother, why are you so seriously injured, brother, don't you die. Brother, I'll take you to see Uncle Buyi, he will definitely be able to save you. ”

Leng Xueyan's tears were like pearls with broken threads, but she still gritted her teeth and carried Leng Xiaoshi on her back, and her petite body carried Leng Xiaoshi A big man suddenly shook a few steps, but she seemed to forget that she also had a serious injury on her leg, and she stumbled as soon as she walked a few steps, and was pressed by Leng Xiaoshi and fell to the ground.

"What to do, woo woo, what to do, brother." It was easy for Leng Xueyan to crawl out from under Leng Xiaoshi's body, and his body was also stained with a lot of Leng Xiaoshi's blood at the moment, but his eyes were already red with tears, and the purple placket was stained with a mixture of tears and blood.

"Life True Yuan, by the way, Life True Yuan, as long as there is Life True Yuan, Brother can recover from his injuries, Life True Yuan." Leng Xueyan's eyes were confused, but he thought of a way in an instant.

A wipe of tears spent, Leng Xiaoshi's blood-stained little face was spent, but Leng Xueyan didn't care about it at all, she sat up, her hands were as white as jade at the moment, and her hands were stained with blood at the moment, but she couldn't hide the ethereal and dusty power breath in her hands at this moment, and a mysterious aura came out of her body. An invisible force instantly poured out from Leng Xueyan's body and fell into Leng Xiaoshi's body.

Every time he entered this invisible power, Leng Xueyan's face turned pale, but Leng Xueyan stubbornly bit his red lip with his teeth, and insisted that he kept using the secret method.

It lasted for about half an hour, and Leng Xiaoshi's dilapidated body was repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye under the power transmitted by the cold snow smoke. In a moment, the dense small wounds on the body scabbed over in an instant, and after a while, all the bloody scabs fell off and spilled on the ground.

Leng Xueyan felt that Leng Xiaoshi's heartbeat became stronger, and his breathing became much more even, and then he grinned, although his pure and holy little face was stained with blood, but this smile was still so beautiful, like a fleeting ephemeral flower in the dark night, absolutely beautiful and pitiful.

With a smile, Leng Xueyan fainted like this, lying on Leng Xiaoshi's chest. The face is horribly pale.