"Little one, since we are destined, then you can follow me from now on. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info I'll call you Dandan. Yang Qian looked at the little guy, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

Dandan was very happy when he heard Yang Qian's words, and the way he expressed his emotions was very simple, that is, to call Yang Qian's father.

"Daddy, Daddy." Dandan's crisp voice sounded again, although Yang Qian was embarrassed, but he had no way to make Dandan's not call him that.

He can't cover Dandan's mouth and keep it from talking.

"You little one, I really don't know what to do with you." The corners of Yang Qian's mouth rose and he scolded with a smile.

"Daddy, Daddy." Dandan heard Yang Qian's voice, and his whole head went straight into Yang Qian's clothes, making Yang Qian's whole body itch. Yang Qian wanted to pull the balls out. But Dandan's body is small and extremely flexible, and with a light drill, he hid behind Yang Qian's back.

Yang Qian only felt that his back was soft, and that feeling was particularly strange.

I don't know how long it took, but the sun gradually rose. The dew on the grass and trees also gradually dried up, Yang Qian took a deep breath of fresh air, and said to himself: "I don't know what happened to Qingluo, I must meet them as soon as possible." ”

When the words fell, Yang Qian no longer hesitated, he chose a direction, and the sword technique was exerted to the extreme, turning into a streamer of light, shuttling between the ancient trees.

The Death Forest was even bigger than Yang Qian had imagined, and after flying for more than an hour, it still did not touch the boundary of the Death Forest.

In the Forest of Death, Yang Qian even has the feeling of sailing in the sea. He was like a tiny boat drifting on the vast sea, dazed and helpless.

"I can't get out if I don't believe it!" Yang Qian gritted his teeth and continued to move forward. However, this time, Yang Qian flew not far away when he heard the sound of a fight in front of him.

Yang Qian's expression turned cold, his figure was like the wind, and he quickly pasted in the direction where the voice came from.

After a short time, Yang Qian gently stopped on the branch of a big tree and looked down.

Below, three figures collided with each other. A cyan figure was besieged by the other two, and seemed to have been injured, and gradually lost the upper hand.

Who is that cyan figure if it's not Qingluo?

Yang Qian was horrified in his heart, although he thought that Nangong Yue would find them, he didn't expect that it would come so quickly.

"Accept your fate, you are not our opponent at all!" The green ghost's palm hit the towering height of Qing Luo's chest, which was extremely obscene and disgusting!

Qing Luo snorted coldly, and in the face of the impertinence of the green ghost, the Tianluo fan in Qing Luo's hand was like a knife, cutting directly into the salty pig hand.

However, after all, Qingluo was besieged by Nangong Yue and Qing Ghost at the same time, and Qingluo's cultivation was still under the two of them, so it was very rare that he could not be defeated immediately.

Now that she is distracted to deal with Lao Suo, she naturally reveals her flaws, how could Nangong Yue let go of such an opportunity?

Nangong Yue waved her hand, and a flying needle aimed at the key point of Qingluo's vest!

Qing Luo heard the sound of breaking the sky behind her, and wanted to wave the fan to block the flying needle, however, as long as she recovered the fan, the green ghost's palm would inevitably touch her holy place!

She would rather die than be taken advantage of by the green ghosts!

This is Qingluo!

So she just snorted coldly, and let the flying needle fly towards her back!

Seeing this scene, Nangong Yue smiled.

And Yang Qian, who was standing on the tree, was shocked into a cold sweat.

Almost between the lightning and the stone fire, Yang Qian's body flashed out like lightning, and the blue water and dragon abyss moved.

Dingdingding......

A series of metal collision sounds sounded, and a flying needle thrown by Nangong Yue seemed to have been shot down by Yang Qian, and even a third of the flying needles returned the same way and shot straight at Nangong Yue.

Shooting down the flying needle, Yang Qian and Qingluo stood back to back, and neither of them spoke.

But the intention to fight side by side is self-evident to both of them!

With the addition of Yang Qian, Qingluo's pressure was greatly reduced, and he concentrated on dealing with Lao Suo, although he couldn't repel the green ghost, but it was almost impossible for the green ghost to take advantage of Qingluo again.

Lao Suo couldn't succeed for a long time, and it was not interesting to press step by step, after a few rounds of fighting with Qingluo, his figure flew out, and he confronted Qingluo and Yang Qian from afar!

Without the pressure brought by Qing Gui and Nangong Yue, Qing Luo finally had time to breathe a sigh of relief.

She gasped for breath, holding the Tianluo fan in one hand and Bai Gao in the other.

In order to protect Bai Gao, Qingluo's arm already had a few more injuries, and the blood stained her cyan clothes red.

Yang Qian looked at Qing Luo, who was covered in blood, and asked, "Is your injury important?" ”

Qingluo snorted, then shook his head and said, "You, don't worry about me." ”

Although she said this, in fact, Yang Qian's words of concern made her heart warm and even a little flustered.

Yang Qian knew Qing Luo's temperament, she knew that Qing Luo would answer like this, but he still asked like this.

Perhaps, what he cared about was not an answer, but the feeling of caring about her.

"So you're not dead yet." Nangong Yue was laughing, but it was a laugh with a knife hidden in the smile.

"I'm sorry, but I won't die until you die." The corners of Yang Qian's mouth rose.

I don't know why, in front of Nangong Yue, Yang Qian always wanted to suppress Nangong Yue in words.

Nangong Yue's expression turned cold, and she said, "I really don't know, where did you get your confidence." It's just a mere martial artist, and in front of me, you don't even have the qualifications to be arrogant. ”

"Whether you are qualified or not, you don't count." Yang Qian was-for-tat, and he suddenly moved as he spoke.

The blue water dragon yuan attacked Nangong Yue at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, as fast as lightning!

"Don't you know that the same move can't appear a second time in front of me?" Nangong Yue smiled charmingly.

I saw a flash of brilliance in Nangong Yue's hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand!

The sword swinged.

She actually used the same swordsmanship as Yang Qian!

"What's going on?" Yang Qianxin was shocked. What he eats is the Sword God Four Styles, how can Nangong Yue do it?

What does the Four Styles of Sword God mean?

That is the supreme sword technique created by the sword god Jiang Feng, which has already disappeared from the world for an unknown number of years. Yang Qian just learned from the old man of the Dragon Soul by chance.

Could it be that Nangong Yue also has such an opportunity?

No way!

No way!

And how to explain everything in front of you?

Yang Qian's heart is already messed up, it's messy!

"Surprised?" Nangong Yue was still smiling charmingly. The swordsmanship in his hand changed with Yang Qian's swordsmanship.

And in terms of speed, it is not slower than Yang Qian at all.

Yang Qian glanced at Nangong Yue coldly, and suddenly a trace of purple flashed in his eyes.

The wind rises, and time and space are distorted!

Nangong Yue only felt that her body suddenly stagnated, and for a moment, her whole person seemed to be imprisoned, and she couldn't move.

This stagnation is not long, less than one breath!

However, it was at this moment that the winner was decided.

The blue water dragon yuan was against her throat, as long as Yang Qian was willing, he could kill her at any time......