The black night sky was dyed with a faint flush by the blazing red sword qi, and the bright red reflected in her eyes, Xiang Yan's glossy little mouth opened slightly, this was the first time she had discovered that the moves of the Jiuyang Sect would be so beautiful. Please use this site. Due to all kinds of unhappiness four years ago, she didn't have a good image of Jiuyang from the beginning, and the only exception was the young man in Tsing Yi who was holding him in front of her.

Ou Yangminghao, the gentleness in the past has disappeared, replaced by the fierceness on his face. There was a faint cold glint in his eyes, and without waiting for his trick to be cracked, he took Xiang Yantian and took the initiative to attack the silver-haired man who was surrounded by red sword qi.

Raising the sword in his hand high above his head, Ouyang Minghao slashed it towards the red sword qi. Suddenly, there was a half-moon-shaped crimson fiery sword qi towards the pale red sword qi that had not yet dissipated, where the crimson sword qi passed, even the air was slightly distorted, and even Xiang Yantian, who was protected by Ouyang Minghao, also sensed that the air had become slightly hot, this blow was terrifying!

"It's ...... Lonely Sun! On the ground, witnessing this happening between the lightning and flint, Zhao Fei was already surprised that he couldn't say a complete sentence. As early as when Ouyang Minghao decided to make a move on his fellow disciples, his heart was already filled with surprise and anger, and now when he saw Ouyang Minghao actually use "Lonely Sun" on that person, just in an instant, his body froze.

"Boom!"

The crimson sword qi with a terrifying temperature directly met the faint red cloud that was almost dissipating, causing an earth-shattering loud sound, compared to which the lightning and thunder were just child's play!

After using the lonely sun, Ouyang Minghao did not continue to pursue as he imagined, but landed on a tree not far away. Qingxiu's face was already covered with sweat, lying in his arms, Xiang Yantian noticed that there was almost no blood on his face! If you want to use that terrifying sword skill, the price is also comparable.

"How are you?" Looking at that pale face, a trace of unbearability appeared in Xiang Yantian's heart, and a look of worry appeared between her eyebrows, and she hurriedly asked. In fact, she really wanted to say to him, "Put me down", but it was obviously impossible, and since it had come to this point, it was useless to retreat.

His body trembled slightly, and a drop of sweat slid down the tip of Ouyang Minghao's nose and dripped onto Xiang Yantian's hand. His brows furrowed slightly, and guilt and pity appeared in his eyes, Xiang Yantian stretched out his right hand and slowly wiped the sweat from his face for him. Now that she's seriously injured, that's all she can do.

"I'm fine...... a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes still didn't relax in the slightest, staring at the scorching fireball, staring intently.

There is no need to think about it, Xiang Yantian also knows that the smile on his face at this moment is completely forced by him to squeeze it out, because the expression on his face is too obvious, as if it is written "I'm not really fine". However, Xiang Yantian lowered her eyes and was silent, she also knew that at this moment, she could only follow his intentions and try her best not to interfere with him, otherwise the fate of the two of them would not be much better. She can't let him be distracted, which will cause irreparable consequences, and at the same time, there is a voice in her heart that she will not allow herself to die now, and the burden on her shoulders is still heavy!

"Woo-" was the sound of the wind tearing through the air.

In the air, the almost burning crimson sword qi was suddenly torn in half by a powerful force from the inside out, revealing the figure inside. As the sword qi was torn apart, the first thing that floated out was the dots of black dust, which dissipated into the air with the night wind, which were the ashes left behind after the plants and trees were burned. Because more than half of the big tree that was the foothold of the silver-haired man has been turned to ashes!

"Unharmed?" With a slight movement of his lips, Ou Yangminghao slowly exhaled a breath.

"No, I'm already hurt!" A deep voice came from within the crimson sword qi that had not yet completely dissipated.

The leaf wind blew, and the hot sword qi finally completely dissipated between heaven and earth, and the first thing that was revealed was the special and terrifying long silver hair, followed by the gloomy face. At this time, his face was terrible, so gloomy that he seemed to be dripping water.

Stepping out of the ashes, his image is really flattering. The robe, which was originally as white as snow, was already charred black, and even a considerable part of the hem and sleeves were burned, revealing the slender arms inside.

"Unforgivable!" His long silver hair fluttered wildly, and he raised his right arm, which was dripping with blood, and his sword eyebrows were upside down, and he roared in a low voice.

"Such a powerful attack actually only hurt him in one arm!?" Looking at the silver-haired man in a daze, Xiang Yan's body couldn't help but start trembling, and his lips trembled lightly as he said this.

"Senior Brother Ouyang actually hurt him!?" On the ground, Zhao Fei also looked surprised, but the reasons for the surprise of the two people were diametrically opposed.

Only Ou Yangminghao remained silent, staring closely at the angry figure on the opposite side, and what appeared in his eyes was unprecedented solemnity. Pursing his lips, Ouyang Minghao raised the sword in his hand again. However, this time he did not continue to attack, but took advantage of the moment when the other party was slightly stunned, hugged Xiang Yantian and quickly retreated.

"Hmph, play some boring tricks, that trick just now has almost exhausted your internal strength!" The corners of his mouth hooked up with a hint of mockery, and the silver-haired man snorted disdainfully.

The cold snort had not dissipated, but in the next moment, his figure had disappeared from the same place, and when he reappeared, he had already reached the top of Ouyang Minghao, who was constantly retreating! The high-speed rotation of his body, combined with his own strong internal force, formed a tight wall of wind. The strong wind ruffled Xiang Yantian and Ouyang Minghao's hair, constantly tearing at their clothes. It's just that before the strong wind completely shredded his clothes, the silver-haired man's slender right leg had already come to Ouyang Minghao's back.

"Bang!" The Cloud Sect is unlearned, and the wind is whirling!

Holding Xiang Yan in his arms, Ouyang Minghao's body fell straight towards the ground like a cannonball. If it lands like this, both of them will definitely die!

"Ahem!" During the fall, Ouyang Minghao couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood. Blood slid down his chin onto Xiang Yan's white clothes, soaking her already blood-stained clothes into her heart.

"Hey, don't die, don't die, don't die, don't die......" almost crying and roaring, Xiang Yantian's mind once again resurfaced the scene of being rescued again and again, and the big tears of the bean couldn't stop coming out of her eyes, and the wind was raging, rolling her tears into the air.

"Why? Why is it that someone else comes to save me every time, why is it that I am the one who is saved every time?! If I could, I would want someone to save me, too! ”

With a roar, she held her hand on the deep black hilt of the ancient long sword at her waist, and then suddenly pulled out the peerless sword called "Feiyan"!

After a lapse of several decades, the once world-famous peerless weapon, the Feiyan, has finally unfurled its ominous black wings again!