At the far reaches of the river, a small shadow appeared in the mist.

Yixing shook his body, shook off the still dripping hairs on his body, and looked at the gray sky with some sadness.

It is a cat, no cat likes water.

Even the yin and yang cats are the same.

Yixing licked his paws, and then carefully combed the hair on his face, as if he was grooming and dressing up, waiting for someone who was going to meet an important friend, it was extremely cute.

After combing, he squatted there and waited quietly.

No one knows how it navigated the waterfalls of the relict forest or crossed the lake to get here.

As for who the "person" it wants to see is, it is not very clear, but not long ago, it sensed the existence of the other party, and immediately rushed over after confirming the location.

It wasn't quite sure if Liu Panpan knew what she was going to do, and it even forgot if she had told her that she would go back later, and asked her not to worry.

Yixing was in a hurry when he came, but now he has calmed down.

It's easy to get lost walking around here, and although the other party's breath is so clear, it's easy in the past, but it's hard to come back.

The telepathy between it and Liu Panpan was much weaker after coming here, and the direction was not very clear, so it didn't dare to walk around.

But Yixing believes that the other party must be on the way to come.

......

......

Feng Xiaohan and Mo Qiu fought for a long time, and the sound of the sword never stopped.

There were a lot of new wounds on his body, but none of them hit the vital point, and there were a few more marks on Mo Qiu's dress, which disturbed the water in the painting and broke the mountain.

Mo Qiu's swordsmanship has not yet been exhausted, and Feng Xiaohan's sea of knowledge has not yet dried up.

The two of them are still fighting.

He Xirou wrapped her body in wolf skin, and seemed to be a little afraid of the cold, but the hand hidden in the wolf skin quietly took out a magic weapon from the Sumeru bead.

Jiang Wen's hand behind his back was tightly clenched, and three golden needles as thin as a hair were clamped between his fingers.

The jade bracelet on Mo Qiu's wrist, illuminated by the white beads above the main hall, reflected a touch of moon-white luster.

The golden ribbon tied to Feng Xiaohan's arm fluttered in the wind, and the four of them were ready, just a chance.

Mo Qiu's long sword stretched out to the sky, and the white skirt fluttered, wanting to go straight to the moon.

The other party came out of the sky with a sword, looking at the sword in front of him that suddenly grew stronger

momentum, Feng Xiaohan let out a clear roar.

The barren sword turned into a flowing cloud, drifting suddenly, floating towards the mountain in the ink skirt, leaving no trace, and the mood was incomparably wonderful.

This time it was not the same swordsmanship as her, but the Xuanhuang Sword of Changming Sect.

The clouds pass through the country without leaving a trace......

The illusory clouds greet the green frightening flood from the sky.

With a "snap", the clouds were still the same, but Jinghong was shattered.

This sword wind Xiaohan used all his strength, which was enough to blast the boulder into slag, and directly knocked Mo Qiu away.

Feng Xiaohan used the sword momentum to unfold his body and bully his body, picked up the desolate sword, and was about to split on Mo Qiu's body.

He was shirtless, his muscles were tense, covered in blood, and he wielded a yellowish desolate sword, like a demon god.

The sound of clean laughter sounded, like a child who got a beloved toy, I don't know how many monsters had heard such laughter before they died.

It sounds so infiltrating at the moment.

A voice sounded in the hearts of the four at the same time:

"It's now!"

He Xirou suddenly got up, threw out the things in his hand, and turned into golden light and shot towards Mo Qiu.

At this time, they did not have the resonance of vitality, and they could not release their divine consciousness, so they naturally could not sense the existence of spiritual energy between heaven and earth. But that magic weapon actually drove the aura in the field, converging at one point, condensing as if it were real.

It has not seen the light of day in the Temple of the Reverse Heaven for a thousand years, and many magical uses have expired, and it needs to be brought back to Changming to be warmed by the spiritual veins of heaven and earth, so that it can regain its former style.

Now it has only one capability......

Attack!

Even if its power was greatly reduced, it would still be more than enough to kill Mo Qiu.

Jiang Wen raised his hand and waved his hand, shooting two thin needles at Feng Xiaohan.

The extremely thin golden needles actually brought a sharp whistling sound in the air, as if the air was torn apart, and even the wind and snow produced a faint deformation.

Two visible qi broke through the snow curtain, and in the blink of an eye, they came to Feng Xiaohan.

Mo Qiu and Feng Xiaohan looked into each other's eyes, feeling each other's will, ignoring the approaching golden light and fine needles, as if they did not exist.

They have only opponents in their eyes.

The bracelet between Mo Qiu's left wrist emitted a faint light, and she opened her five fingers and aimed at He Xirou, I don't know whether it was intentional or not, the direction she was pointing in her palm also happened to be heavy with the trajectory of the golden light

Stack.

She raised her right hand holding the sword, and the sharp aura in her sleeve instantly locked Feng Xiaohan.

The barren sword emitted a scorching light, like a dancing flame, mottled and scattered, but the fire was glazed.

The glass-colored peacock is a fairy bird, purely in terms of bloodline and ability, it is even higher than the white crane next to the old man of Tianji.

Its glass-colored feathers contain a powerful power of heaven and earth.

Guan Changkong only refined swords such as the Wild Sword in the Cave Realm, and it was all thanks to the help of Ling Yu that he could refine the pure gold and meteorite iron and stack them into swords.

When forging, all the excess feather power melts into the sword and becomes a part of the barren sword. At this time, the sword master was in trouble, and the desolate sword was self-generated, inspiring the glass fire to help the battle.

Mo Qiu said in his heart: "Sure enough, it is a good sword, and I already have sword knowledge." ”

She was still flying upside down, so this sword could only be hard-connected, not dodged.

The painting on the ink skirt has reached its limit, and it can't withstand such a heavy blow, and the other party obviously used all his strength, unless she can completely kill him in the last moment before that happens, she will inevitably be seriously injured and even lose her combat effectiveness.

A Hidden Arrow shot out of its sleeve, also with an extremely strong aura fluctuation, and at the same time, a fragrance came to the face.

The aroma is very good, like being in a sea of flowers, fragrant and fragrant.

Apparently there was also poison quenched in the Hidden Arrow, and it was highly poisonous.

Who would have thought that such a soft and quiet girl would carry this kind of secret weapon with her, and she was insidious and ruthless.

In her left hand, the green jade bracelet was so green that it even overshadowed the light of the white beads for a moment. The green light did not dissipate with the dimming of the bracelet, but gathered in her palm, centering on her bare hand, forming a round shield.

Roundness is made up of light, which is magical.

Through the round shield, you can clearly see the golden light, as well as He Xirou's cold eyes.

Golden needles, sleeve arrows, round shields, golden light.

They are all very rare magic weapons, especially the golden needle, Jiang Wen used it at this time, which means that it does have the ability to kill.

The golden needle came to his side, and the strength of the qi brought a strong tingling sensation.

He was extremely close to Mo Qiu, and the Hidden Arrow only came to his eyes in an instant, and the sharp tip of the arrow gradually enlarged in his sight.

But Feng Xiaohan didn't care, and the desolate sword fell heavily......

And then

Split on Jiang Wen's body.

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