The Cold Night Palace is the head of today's evil path, and the main vein is the Guanghan Dao, which was once one of the nine veins, and has blatantly annexed the Xinghe River in the same old nine veins. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info so it was great in the past, detached from the right path, and became its own.

Although he acted flamboyantly and misbehaved, he was finally joined by the nine veins, banished the heavenly soldiers, and once destroyed the mountain gate, but since then, he has been obscure and has been low-key for many years. A leaf knows the autumn, and can produce an elite like Han Shuo, and it can also see the recovery weather.

The canyon is fragrant, and the camphor trees in the four fields are luxuriant and beautiful, far better than those planted near Wang Zhiming's house.

It's a pity that Wang Zhiming has no intention of enjoying the gurgling water, and it is difficult to taste the fragrance quietly.

It was close, and the sound of fighting could be heard in the distance. Wang Zhiming concentrated his energy, walked with his sword, and walked through a golden shrub forest full of mountains and slopes, and a stream.

There is a small bridge over the stream.

Crossing the small bridge, in front of which is an ancient vine, intertwined and entangled. On top of the ancient vine, a figure in white clothes Sheng Xue sat in the middle of it, it was Di Jian Bai, and the frost white divine sword was surging above his head.

The sword pinched the Dao seal with his white hand, and the divine light at the ancient vine was boiling, and there were formation patterns guarding the Quartet.

The five old men around, with crane hair and childish faces, urged a white jade ancient bell together, just the size of a human head, the white jade is flawless, clear and bright, and it is a peerless treasure at a glance.

The bell sounds slowly, and it can compete with the frost white, and the white jade ancient bell erupts into bursts of ripples.

Wang Zhiming concentrated his energy, moving forward step by step, his clothes were not stained with dust, and his sword was like a purple rainbow.

Walk on the small bridge, this small bridge is quite famous, called Magpie Bridge.

On the other side of the bridge, a person walked slowly, black and white, as if he had walked out step by step from the perfect line drawing of the second dimension.

Black robe, black clothes and black boots, only black hair with a white ribbon tied between them, a somewhat tough face, black and white eyes, blazing.

Long sleeves, what a handsome son.

Before he could take a closer look, Di Jianbai burst out with a burst of sword light, swept away the white jade ancient bell, and transmitted a message to Wang Zhiming, "Leave me alone, go and save Lilian!" ”

"What!?" Wang Zhiming was shocked, the Cold Night Palace was actually coming for Lilian, and it had been taken captive.

Wang Zhiming is still a little hesitant, he always chooses difficult diseases. Stopping and watching, the black-clothed man had a long breath, Di Jianbai had more than enough self-preservation, he turned around and left.

Lillian, promised to protect her, promised to pick her up when she was tired, promised to play together when she returned. Wang Zhiming was ashamed and angry, and he was anxious.

But Wang Zhiming failed to leave in time after all. There were no superfluous words, and the man in black jumped like a black shadow, with no sword light, only killing intent, and only ethereal speed.

The knife is hidden in the sleeve, and there is no knife and no person.

Zidian was silent, only Zimang Zihong, Zichao Zihai, Wang Zhiming's sword could also be very fast.

This kind of battle in the cultivation world is what he is good at.

Even though the swords had begun to collide, the man's fingers were still wrapped in his sleeve, and he only saw a black knife, which seemed to be no more than two feet long, light and thin, but the black and gold color gave people a sense of indestructibility.

On the magpie bridge, the black knife as thin as the wings of a cicada slashed down, like a black lightning, sneering, and the violent divine power condensed in it, as if the void had been cut through a hole, and it was heavily slashed on the purple lightning.

Wang Zhiming's long sword area, avoiding the vital point, the purple lightning is graceful like a swimming dragon, the divine light explodes, and the sword gas turns into a rainbow. "Infinite Sword Decisive - Multiplication and Breaking the Waves"!

The black shadow flickered, and the man in black avoided Wang Zhiming's injury for life.

"Withdraw!" The voice was crisp, the black-clothed man spread his long sleeves and retreated decisively, and the five crane-haired and child-faced old men also accompanied the white jade ancient bell.

Di Jianbai also flew out of the ancient vine and landed on the magpie bridge, "The attack was too sudden, I was caught off guard. ”

Wang Zhiming nodded, he didn't speak, he had already concentrated his energy, brewing divine power, this breath was entrenched, once it was used, it would be a shocking kill.

This is the secret technique of Zhengyi Sword Decision, "Qi through Changhong".

"We're going to get them back." Di Jianbai said that it was the first time in his life that he had encountered such a crisis, and he was very ashamed to have a heavy trust.

Wang Zhiming patted Di Jianbai's shoulder and handed over the mobile phone he brought.

Di Jianbai took the phone, a little unclear, and then a little understood, but after thinking about it, he turned on the phone helplessly, and then pressed Uncle Jiang's phone.

The phone was connected, and Uncle Jiang asked, "Where are you?" ”

"Qinxi Xianggu. Uncle Jiang, we have been bullied, and now we are going to find a field. They captured Lilian and Davinico, and we must get them back. ”

"Bastard, what are you doing!" On the other side of the phone, a female voice full of anger came from afar.

"What about Wang Zhiming?" Uncle Jiang asked, and the sound of the sword sounded, as if it was parrying this at the same time.

"He held his breath for a long time, not vomiting or unhappy." Di Jianbai looked at Wang Zhiming, and he didn't know what he was thinking.