"Do you still want to fight?"

The purple robe fluttered in the residual wind, shaking a faint golden glow, Shui Jingyue held the little prince with one hand, and the other hand was behind her, her handsome and peerless face was as plain as a landscape painting, elegant and quiet, and there was no trace of love, without a trace of waves.

The red clothes were like blood in the wind, and Yan Ye's fair and gorgeous face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and the lips that were already red were even more bewitching at the moment because of a little bloodstain, like a bewitching demon god in the deep mountains, and a layer of murderous aura came out of his scarlet eyes. His white and slender fingertips stretched out from the silky, wide and gorgeous cuffs, and his long arms were unfurled, only to see the colorful vitality between his palms, as if a rainbow bridge had been erected.

Then this dreamy rainbow rose, and the two layers of the strongest and strongest enchantment on the sky above the end of the sky began to tremble, and the shaking of the ground seemed to be about to lose its fulcrum, and it could be broken at any time.

The purple eyes of the water mirror moon flowing with enchanting qi narrowed slightly, and the five fingers of the wide and thick palm were raised into claws, and the golden air flow intertwined into a crystal ball flowing with golden light in his palm, and the golden light in the crystal ball was added little by little, and finally intertwined into a golden dragon.

As Shui Jingyue also began to be lucky, the enchantment in the sky finally couldn't withstand the fluctuations of the huge power, and began to show signs of cracking, and the miserable white cracks were like intertwined lightning, making a crackling and crisp sound, which was extremely terrifying.

The wind is blowing, the bright red robes are flying, and the long hair is dancing wildly.

Yan Ye's beautiful and stunning face was illuminated by the colorful Yuan Ling, his hands were clasped, his long arms shook, and the rich Yuan Spirit carried a thunderous momentum from his palm like a cannonball, shooting towards the Water Mirror Moon unstoppably, wiping countless sparks in the air.

With Yan Ye's blow, a layer of enchantment in the sky above exploded, and countless fragments of ability flew out like fireworks, leaving no grass growing in the place where it passed, and everything was wiped out.

Shui Jingyue's palm flipped over, and with a flick of her wide sleeves, a golden dragon in her hand let out an earth-shattering roar and rushed towards the Yuan Spirit that Yan Ye was flying on.

One gold and one color, two thick primordial spirits met in mid-air, like two stars colliding in the night, exploding a dazzling pale light, the light rose to the sky, like a huge wave of the angry sea, the bright sun reflected the pale, even the dazzling golden crow was also seized of the golden mang, shrouded in a layer of lifeless white.

Between heaven and earth, in that moment, there was only a layer of ruined paleness.

The last layer of enchantment shattered, and the entire land of the end of the sky shattered, and it willingly fell into the endless void.

The two powerful forces that no living creature dared to approach within a hundred miles were still in a stalemate, and in their stalemate, the sea water flowed backwards, the mountains toppled, the sun and the moon were dull, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

The two of them are of equal strength, and they don't give in to each other, and they have been holding each other back.

And as the Yuan Spirit of the Water Mirror Moon entered the dragon egg, the little prince with gray scales was wrapped in a layer of pale golden light, and there was a gentle golden Yuan Qi flowing around him, and gradually his scales regained a dazzling gold, and the eyelids that were originally powerless to close also opened, and the eyes that were beautiful like amethysts were also restored.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the little prince saw the situation clearly, and he immediately turned his body around, turning into a sharp golden sword and flying towards the golden dragon flying out of the palm of Shui Jingyue's palm.

The golden blade pierced through the golden dragon's belly, flew out of the golden dragon's open mouth, penetrated the colorful primordial spirit, shot straight into Yan Ye's body, and passed through Yan Ye's body.

"Hmm." With a muffled snort, bright red and piercing blood overflowed from the corners of Yan Ye's lips.

At this time, Shui Jingyue's other hand also carried the golden vitality towards Yan Ye, and the two golden rays merged into one, and the golden dragon danced its claws, piercing Yan Ye's Yuan Spirit like a bamboo.

Looking at the galloping golden dragon, Yan Ye's eyes were cold, and with a twist of his body, Yuan Ling retracted and flew into the air.

Seeing this, Shui Jingyue grabbed her fingertips and pulled them back, and the golden dragon that rushed out was sucked back into his palm. One jumped up, breaking through the nine skies, resting on the floating soft clouds on tiptoe, looking at Yan Ye opposite.

"The deity will be waiting for you for the next three days!" Throwing down these words, Yan Ye turned into a streamer and disappeared.

"Father, just let him go?" The little prince flew up, and immediately looked at Yan Ye, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his beautiful dragon eyes.

Shui Jingyue stretched out her hand and hugged her son in her arms: "Neither I nor him have done our best, if we continue to fight, Cangyun will no longer exist." ”

"Hmph." The little prince snorted softly.

The corners of Shui Jingyue's lips lifted slightly, and she unfolded a gentle smile that was both helpless and spoiling: "Let's go back." ”

"Where are you going?" The little prince was careful, did his father want to take him to Canaan?

"You worked hard to protect that sword soul, don't you want to get it back?" Shui Jingyue raised her long black eyelashes, and her purple eyes were gentle and intimate.

After Shui Jingyue's reminder, the little prince's eyes widened, and he flew towards the starry grove as soon as he slipped away, his mother was still in the air, and if the sword soul was damaged, his mother would also be injured.

Seeing that the little prince disappeared in front of him in an instant, Shui Jingyue chuckled and shook her head, and also jumped and chased after the little prince.

Shui Jingyue You was one step ahead of the little prince, and he turned around in mid-air, and the sword soul was held in the palm of his hand. As soon as the cold sword body was in his hand, Shui Jingyue's fingertips trembled, and a familiar air flow passed down his fingertips into his heart.

"This sword ......" Shui Jingyue looked down at the sword soul with blood-colored light surging in her palm, and her purple eyes flashed with an unknown light.

"Father, give it to me." The little prince was a step late, and when he saw Shui Jingyue holding the sword soul tightly, as if he was holding his heart, he raised his voice and rushed towards Shui Jingyue.

Shui Jingyue looked at the little prince who turned into a streamer in his palm and took away the sword soul in his hand, looking at his son's gaffe, he raised his eyebrows like a well-tailored sword: "Why do you care so much about this sword soul." ”

The little prince also thought that he had just acted too aggressively, so he lowered his eyes and said softly: "This is what my mother left to the child." ”

The little prince's voice gently seemed to be able to be blown away by the wind like a thorn piercing Shui Jingyue's heart, he stepped forward with a soft gaze, and stroked the little prince's eggshell with his palm: "Don't worry, my father will definitely save your mother, and I will never put her in danger in the future." ”

When the little prince heard this, his eyes moved, and he tilted his little head: "Father, the queen mother told the child that she and you used to get along day and night, and the love was deep, yes or no?" ”

This sudden question made Shui Jingyue stunned.