。 "He dropped the chain again at this critical time...... Yu Xiu pursed his lower lip, his brows locked tighter, "After a while, the valley master and I will go to entangle Wen Jinglei first, it should be able to circulate for a while, and then you will go and bring Qinghuan over." After bringing back Qinghuan, he immediately ordered the Ranhua disciple to use a large-scale damage array, if Rong Huai rushed over, ask him to come over to help me immediately, and so do you. We must list the Three Swords Heavenly Punishment Array in the shortest possible time. ”

"Okay."

To be honest, at this time, Yu Xiu was able to think so much about the relationship between Qinghuan and their former fellow disciples, which was indeed commendable. He took the biggest risk, just to save Qinghuan's life.

The sun was still obscured by the huge clouds, and the canyon was very dark. The ground was stained with a thick layer of red-black blood, and there was still a disgusting rotten stench that filled everyone's nostrils.

Nan Yang pulled out her snow-blue frost.

Wen Jinglei sneered, pulled Qing Huan beside him, and whispered in her ear: "The one who wears white clothes and holds a snow-blue long sword is Nan Yang, kill her, kill her!" ”

Qing Huan's pupils instantly constricted, and he firmly stared at Nan Yang, who was wearing white clothes and holding a long sword on the opposite side.

The three people holding the sword on the opposite side moved at the same time, Yu Xiu and Jun Qiao rushed straight at Wen Jinglei, Wen Jinglei snorted coldly, took out his long sword, and left Qinghuan alone to fight with the two of them.

When Nan Yang bypassed the thunder, he saw that the sword in his hand was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. But she didn't have time to think about it, and she threw it to the back of her mind.

Nan Yang landed beside Qing Huan, and shook the true qi of his whole body away from all the disciples who were burning the sky, and even Miao Shan was shocked back several steps. She went straight to pull Qinghuan's hand: "Qinghuan, follow my ......"

Qing Huan's gaze slidied, and with his other hand, he fished out the sword of a Burning Heaven disciple beside him, and slashed down at the hand on her arm without blinking.

Nan Yang reacted quickly and withdrew his hand in time, but there was still a corner of his clothes that was scraped off by the light and fierce sword wind.

The air froze for a moment.

The corner of the pure white clothes fell to the ground with a little blood from Nanyang's scratched little finger.

Nan Yang's expression was a little sluggish, but she couldn't think about it, and the next sword that followed was enough to carry that person's skill and fell. She hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it, took a few steps back, and her expression fluctuated rarely: "Light ...... Huan"

Qinghuan's face was very pale, and the corners of his eyes were red, as if it was caused by the kind of eyes that kept staring and forgetting to blink. The love in her eyes was strange, empty, but very firm, her gaze clearly fell on Nanyang, but it seemed to pass through Nanyang, floating aimlessly in the air.

Soon, she raised her sword again and slashed at the man in white with the sword on the other side.

Nan Yang set up the frost and took the sword hard. The moment the true qi of the two people collided, Nan Yang suddenly felt the powerful internal force in Qing Huan's body that was different from the past, which was very abnormal and terrifying. This power even overshadowed Nanyang, who had been cultivating for more than 100 years.

Miao Shan said loudly: "Run, she wants to kill you!" ”

Nan Yang glanced at Miaoshan, and couldn't allow for careful thinking, so he had to take a light effort and walk back.

Qing Huan clenched the long sword in his hand, and chased after it fiercely.