The spiritual power in his body was running rapidly, and Yan Zhao's figure shuttled through the busy skyscrapers, just like a light and shadow.

The fingertips pierced straight into the palm, and his face was cold. He felt uncomfortable in his heart, and couldn't help but punch himself, but he didn't expect his momentary negligence to put Lu Yuanxing in danger. He hated why he had a brain draw to catch up with You Xiaoyan, and finally let people take advantage of the loophole when he knew that something was wrong. If Lu Yuanxing has anything to do-

Yan Zhao bit the tip of his tongue tightly, his mouth was filled with a fishy sweetness, and his eyes became more and more gloomy. He would never allow such a thing to happen.

The surrounding buildings are becoming more and more sparse. Until finally through a mountain forest. Following that thought, he finally landed straight in a valley.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, he saw that Yan Zhao was surrounded by a thick fog, mixed with a strong smell of blood, which actually surrounded Yan Zhao tightly.

Offering the Longyuan Sword from the dantian, seeing this situation, Yan Zhao smiled coldly. I thought that I could scare myself by creating such an atmosphere.

His eyes looked around wantonly, and he saw that the black fog in the sky above him suddenly gathered into a ball, and then he pounced on Yan Zhao.

Fingers lightly brushed the blade of the sword through the cold light, and the crisp sound of the sword spread in all directions. In an instant, Yan Zhao's figure disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already in mid-air, and what greeted him was a black mist glowing with dazzling light, and the extremely sharp blade of the sword, as long as he raised his hand slightly, it directly split the black mist in half.

"Huh-" The tip of the sword slashed, and a muffled sound sounded, and the black mist that hit it dissipated.

From Yan Zhao's sudden initiative to the dissipation of the black fog, it was just a matter of breath. Nangong Du, who was hidden in the depths of the dense fog, had a gloomy face, originally thinking that with the lore array left by his ancestors, even if he couldn't give Yan Zhao a fatal blow, at least he could make him suffer a little, but now it seems that this idea is a bit light.

Although he thought so, the movements on Nangong Duel's hands did not stop at all, and his hands quickly made dazzling handprints, and with the formation of the handprints, the black mist above his head began to surge, and clusters of black mist rushed to Yan Zhao.

Looking at the black mist attacking him, Yan Zhao smiled coldly, his whole body was full of momentum, his toes were light, and his spiritual power suddenly poured into the long sword, and a blue light stood out on the sharp blade, as if it was about to tear the surrounding air. Immediately, the long sword was horizontal, and the blade slashed directly around, and the strong wind it brought up pierced the sky, and the hissing sound was deafening. After a while, the black fog dissipated again.

"It seems that these are the means—"

Before the words fell, Yan Zhao suddenly galloped away towards the depths of the thick fog.

Seeing that this offensive was broken, Nangong Jue was too busy to pinch his hand, who knew that the next moment, a black shadow burst out, with that intuition, Nangong Jue flashed to the side in embarrassment, and narrowly avoided the long sword that slashed over.

Nangong Jue gasped heavily, and before he stopped, he saw the sword blade glowing with blue light stabbing again, his eyes shrunk tightly, and then he called out in a hoarse voice: "Corpse King-"

Yan Zhao's movements were immediately paused, and the next moment, the black mist not far away immediately broke through, and a sharp claw with a cold glow struck Yan Zhao.

Yan Zhao's body turned, holding a long sword, and his body swept outward, but he just happened to avoid the attack of the claws.

Slightly restraining his figure, he raised his eyes to look at the corpse king standing beside Nangong Du. Covered in blood mist, Yan Zhao only felt a surge in his heart. I don't know how many people this guy has poisoned.

"Yan Zhao-" Nangong said decisively: "My Nangong clan is ruined because of your clan, and today, it's time for you to pay it back!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the corpse king standing beside him immediately burst out, and Yan Zhao raised his sword to defend. Then I heard Nangong Jue sneer and say, "Yan Zhao, who do you see this is-"

A figure slowly walked out of the black mist. With a dull face and godless eyes, who is it not Lu Yuanxing. Nangong Jue slowly pinched the black invitation card in his hand. The left hand is in the hands of the hand.

Yan Zhao turned around violently, only to see Lu Yuanxing stiffly raise his left hand, holding a dagger and sending it straight to his neck.

His eyes shrank suddenly, and he let out a "no-" when he saw it burst out of his throat. And the next moment, a fist with strength immediately slammed into Yan Zhao's chest. The fists and flesh intersected, and with a deep voice, Yan Zhao was like a kite with a broken string, slamming down on the ground a few meters away.

"Yan Zhao, as long as you dare to do it, I will order this Mr. Lu Yuanxing to commit suicide? No matter how great your ability to feast is great, can you still bring people back to life? Hahaha-" Looking at Yan Zhao, who was on the ground, stroking his chest and constantly coughing up blood, Nangong Du smiled, laughing madly, laughing fearlessly.

"Nangong Duel-" Yan Zhao held the Long Yuan sword, but he couldn't help but kneel on one knee, a touch of pale on his cold face, and fine cold sweat continued to appear on his forehead. It can be seen how traumatic the previous blow was to him.

Struggled to prop up his body, his heart and lungs rolled abnormally, swallowed the blood in his throat, and looked coldly at Nangong Jue who was laughing wildly in front of him.

Nangong Jue might have let him go so easily, and before Yan Zhao could ease his mind, the corpse king turned out to be swept towards Yan Zhao again. looked at Lu Yuanxing, who was holding a dagger next to him and placed it on his neck, and a trace of ruthlessness crossed his eyes. He didn't dare to gamble with Lu Yuanxing's life, and Nangong would never bypass him, he only hated himself now. But there was nothing he could do, and he felt a strong wind coming. Yan Zhao closed his eyes stiffly, and then he was knocked to the ground again. With a stinging pain all over his body, Long Yuan's sword was thrown aside far away and plunged into the dirt.

"I didn't expect you to have today! Now, your weakness is in my hands. So, Yan Zhao, you're going to die-" Nangong said resolutely. Then he looked at the corpse king on the side.

I saw that the corpse king was galloping towards the banquet Zhao who was kneeling on the ground again, and Lu Yuanxing, who was standing alone on the side, saw this scene, and was no longer sluggish, his godless eyes gradually burst into tears, and his face shook for a while, as if he was struggling. The right foot keeps taking a step forward.

Seeing that Lu Yuanxing seemed to be about to lose control, Nangong Jue was shocked for a while, but he couldn't imagine that Lu Yuanxing would actually break free from the control of the Regent Rune. Then he pinched the black invitation card and quickly pinched his hand. wants to control Lu Yuanxing again.

I only saw Lu Yuanxing's left hand on his neck shaking incessantly, and if he didn't pay attention to it, he drew a blood mark on his neck. The corners of his mouth opened slightly, revealing a trembling voice: "Banquet-Zhao-"

Hearing Fu Jing's voice, Yan Zhao, who was knocked to the ground again, secretly scolded, only to see the Long Yuan Sword standing on the ground snort and flew into Yan Zhao's hand.

Ignoring the pain in his body, Yan Zhao suddenly waved a palm to the ground, and then rose to the ground, sweeping straight towards the corpse king who was fighting again.

Seeing that no matter how much he controlled it, the dagger in Lu Yuanxing's hand was getting farther and farther away from his neck, and then seeing the corpse king gradually retreating, he immediately stopped caring about Lu Yuanxing, and directly changed his hand. I only saw the black fog in the sky condense again.

Seeing the black mist coming towards him again, Yan Zhao was secretly vigilant, and his long sword was horizontal. Who knew that the next moment, there was a turmoil between heaven and earth, and the black fog gathered around it seemed to have been absorbed by something, and it disappeared sharply.

Seeing this situation, Yan Zhao immediately couldn't care about the surprise in his heart, and with a flick of his long sword, he attacked the corpse king directly.

The spiritual power in the body was poured into the Longyuan Sword without dying. Yan Zhao, who slammed into front of the Corpse King, faced the stiff face of the Corpse King, and the next moment, the long sword went straight to the neck of the Corpse King.

The Corpse King hurriedly raised his claws to resist, but was directly cut off by the cold blade. The next moment, the head was cut off by the sword and fell to the ground. Then the whole body fell to the ground with a thud.

Seeing that the corpse king he relied on was destroyed by Yan Zhao, Nangong couldn't help but reveal a panic on his face, and then saw Lu Yuanxing, who was already paralyzed on the ground and couldn't stop shrinking.

Catch him, as long as you catch him, Yan Zhao will still be the turtle in his urn. Thinking of this, Nangong decided to run towards Lu Yuanxing.

The next moment, a "poof" sounded coming, and Nangong Jue stopped in an instant, lowered his head and looked, only to see the tip of the sword piercing through his chest with cold light. The tip of the sword glowed with blood, shining on his now incredulous expression.

Immediately there was another "poof" sound, the long sword was pulled out fiercely, Nangong Jue spit out the blood that rushed up from his throat instantly, slowly turned around, and turned his face coldly to Shang Yanzhao.

The wrinkles on his face kept shaking, and he widened his eyes with all his might, his eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment, he hated! Obviously, he took out the Nangong family's family collection, why did he fail!

Until he finally fell to the ground, the blood flowing from the wound on his chest flowed all over the ground, and he couldn't stop convulsing, but he still couldn't close his eyes.

Yan Zhao threw down the long sword in his hand and stepped directly over Nangong Du's body. knelt on the ground and helped Lu Yuanxing, who was drenched in cold sweat. Dead in his arms. The aura in his body was desperately sent to Lu Yuanxing's body.

The black mist above the sky gathered together, and after a turn, it disappeared without a trace, and the sun shone in again. The surrounding scene was put into the eyes, the corpses were severed and the arms were broken, and the blood was flowing like a river. Nangong decided to kill so many lives in order to fill this entire formation, and these were all because of himself. He did not want to do evil, but how many people died because of him.

After a long silence, until the person in his arms trembled and shook his body, slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and woke up from the pain, Yan Zhao came back to his senses, and finally had a trace of vitality in his dull eyes, and then his face moved slightly, and the next moment he covered Lu Yuanxing's eyes.

The spiritual power on his body immediately swept around, and where the spiritual power was covered, the corpses on the ground gradually annihilated.

His eyes touched the black invitation card in Nangong Jue's hand, and Yan Zhao couldn't stop smiling bitterly, and there were faint traces of the hidden qi charm on the invitation. It was this invitation card that could control people's minds in an instant, and even if it was carried with it, it could cover up the fluctuations in the aura when the regent talisman attacked Lu Yuanxing. It's no wonder that the jade plate of the nine-character evil warding off talisman array he wore for Lu Yuanxing couldn't react.

Only then did Yan Zhao let go of the hand that covered Lu Yuanxing's eyes, and then his face froze, and he caressed Lu Yuanxing's pale smiling face. There, however, there was no such broken streak.

The one will say, "Now, Yanzhao." The rune was gone.

It is true that the regent talisman can control people's minds, but how could he have thought that Lu Yuanxing has two personalities? Fu Jing's personality is beyond the runes. Even so, it was very difficult to break free from the control of the Regent. Fu Jing only continued to impact and confine, and this was the scene of the previous struggle. It's just that in this way, the damage to the mind can be imagined. Although he managed to break free of the Registrum, his personality was on the verge of collapse. That's why he was in such pain. Yan Zhao had to desperately inject aura into Lu Yuanxing's body, originally wanting to stabilize that personality to avoid hurting Lu Yuanxing. But why, just disappeared?

Lu Yuanxing held Yan Zhao's hand, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly. Fu Jing's personality, born because of an obsession with his dead mother and younger brother, is now shattered because of the banquet. It's only in Yan Zhao, and now it's what he has in his heart - obsession.

Seeing Yan Zhao being knocked to the ground again and again and vomiting blood. He only knows what hatred is, what the Lu family is, and all he wants now is Yan Zhao. He wanted this person to be with him for the rest of his life.

When the resentment against the Lu family was crushed, Fu Jing's personality naturally disappeared.

Stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the blood marks on the corner of Yan Zhao's mouth, and was immediately grabbed by Yan Zhao, who came back to his senses, looking at the joy that instantly rose in the other party's eyes, Lu Yuanxing snorted lightly. was hugged into the arms of the other party. The corners of Lu Yuanxing's mouth couldn't help but hook.

It's all this person after all, Yan Zhao told himself, and his heart was faintly no longer uncomfortable for the disappearance of Fu Jing's personality. What could be more reassuring to him than this man now in his arms!

It wasn't long before I heard footsteps.

When he raised his head suddenly, he saw Lu Yuanqi with a frightened face.

Seeing the black fog dissipate in the valley, Lu Yuanqi thought that Nangong Jue had already succeeded. When even he ran over from the hiding place with someone, who knew that when he arrived here, he saw Lu Yuanxing and Yan Zhao. And Nangong Jue, who was originally full of ambition, disappeared without a trace.

How could Lu Yuanqi not know that Nangong had failed? knew that even if there were bodyguards, he would definitely not be able to defeat Yan Zhao, so he immediately decided to escape.

Yan Zhao smiled coldly, thinking that this guy was the initiator. Darken your eyes, put your fingers together, and swipe lightly. I saw the long sword not far away, and immediately turned into a streamer, and directly pierced Lu Yuanqi, who was fleeing outward, to the ground.

Lu Yuanqi opened his mouth, blood kept pouring out, his eyes were full of regret, but he couldn't struggle, and he didn't breathe for a while. He didn't blink an eyelid again.

Seeing this, the bodyguards who originally protected Lu Yuanqi from running away looked at each other, but they couldn't care about Lu Yuanqi's body, and suddenly the birds scattered.

Yan Zhao didn't care about the fleeing bodyguards, retrieved the long sword, endured the stinging pain all over his body, picked up the weak Lu Yuanxing, felt the rapidly disappearing aura around him, remembered the black fog that had inexplicably dissipated just now, and the joy of being able to cultivate with him in the future was slightly reduced by three points because of Lu Yuanxing's intact personality.

It seems that he needs to find out. Lest it be the same as today, because of their own neglect that caused the previous passive situation.

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"Oh my God! Old man, I can't hold it anymore! Changqing trembled and touched the corners of his eyes, and the sudden wrinkles made him feel a pain in his heart, which had always been known as a beautiful man.

Changtian Dao Chang slowly opened his eyes, looking at the senior brothers who were sitting on the ground with their eyes closed like him, it was only a scene of more than ten days, and the senior brothers and brothers who were originally full of energy were already languishing and drooping and old. Maybe he himself is like this now!

"I think I was also a beautiful bun boy at the beginning, you look at it now, like this, alas-"

Changtian Dao Changfu closed his eyes again, he had to save a little strength.

"Remember, my bamboo horse, white-skinned, beautiful-" Changqing is like a long-tongued woman, chattering constantly.

"But, who let me be a, Taoist priest—" The tone was getting lower and lower.

"In the next life, it is necessary, marry, marry her as a daughter-in-law, it's good, it's good, it's good-" After the three were good, there was no sound anymore.

It's almost there, it's almost there. Changtian Dao shook his fingers, and his heart was calm.