Shen Lingyue didn't want to follow Nangong Yan at all, but she had to follow.

She has nothing to go to, she can go wherever she wants after being removed from the Seven Star Sect, but Nangong Yan can't do it, he should always go back and see it after being missing for so long, especially when he came to Dongtian, he received a lot of transmission notes, and after reading it, her face was so bad that she was embarrassed to do anything to save him from irritating him.

After arriving at Tianyan Gate, Shen Lingyue immediately understood the reason for his ugly face, which was not only ugly, but green......

No, it can't be said to be green, after all...... They've broken up, it's just that someone has always felt that it's just an awkward affair sooner or later, someone will admit defeat and get back together.

But now that I look at it, the other heroine is obviously much more neat, it's only been a few years, and there is already another one by her side, and what's even worse is that this Nangong Yan still knows!

"Dragon's Thunder!"

Shen Lingyue watched Nangong Yan's eyes turn red in an instant, and she rushed forward desperately, and she didn't have time to stop it—but why did she stop it? She's still in a state where I'm happy if you're not happy.

"Brother Yan!" Lan Yuyan's face changed, and she turned white in an instant, and after blurting out, she knew that she was going to suffer, and secretly glanced at Long Ting, and found that he was really angry, with a smile on his face, his eyes were dark, he couldn't help but panic, he was quite afraid, and he couldn't even take care of Nangong Yan.

"I, I ......"

"What am I? Oh, your brother Yan, why don't you rush up and hug him and beg for mercy? He likes you so much that he might want your broken shoes. ”

Nangong Yanru was struck by lightning and roared angrily. Qingmang pulled out of the sheath, and everyone only felt that their eyes were bright, and the sharp sword stinged their skin, and they couldn't help but retreat again and again, and there was a premonition that whoever stood in front would die.

Long Ting's ability to go toe-for-tat with Nangong Yan for so many years is not a straw bag, in the face of Nangong Yan's fierce offensive, his expression froze, and he actually felt a little creepy, he didn't care about it, and put a lot of protection on himself. Draw your own dragon sword. Swing out again and again, attacking as defense, trying to interrupt the opponent's offensive.

However, Qingmang, as a fairy sword, should not be underestimated even if a "pseudo" is added in front of it. Nangong Yan, because he only cultivated to Jindan, could only exert his strength in the later stage of Jindan, and he could only exert his power in the first and second layers? It's enough to deal with Long Ting, who also belongs to the late stage of Jindan.

Swords and lights are staggered. Long Ting could barely hide his horror. Why is this sword move so powerful? He swung dozens of swords and didn't cancel out many attacks, so he could only watch the sword light attack.

The momentum of the incomparably powerful sword was unstoppable, and the severe pain swept through the whole body like a storm. Long Ting spat blood from his mouth, and retreated seven or eight steps before stopping, but the first thing was not to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but to look down, the talisman jade pendant on his waist was already dim, and it shattered into powder with a click.

Qi and blood surged, Long Ting forcibly suppressed it, laughed wildly in his mouth, pointed at Nangong Yan and said, "Hehe, I can't stand it?" I used to regard you as an opponent, but now it seems that your vision is too bad, and you still want to compare with me? is such a woman, just hold it in the palm of your hand as a baby, and don't look at what kind of goods she is! You've only been gone for less than a decade, haven't you? She turned her face and forgot that you didn't bother much. ”

"You talk nonsense! You must have forced her! ”

"Forced? I don't have that spare time, saying that you don't believe it if you have a bad eye, you have a kind of asking her yourself, what do you want me to say about persecution, what's the point of that? Oh, I almost forgot, you really didn't plant, to be honest, I kind of doubt that you are a man, how can you not touch her for so many years? Or do you have something unspeakable? I didn't expect it to be the first ......."

"Shut up!" Nangong Yan was in a hurry, regardless of his own inability to follow, he picked up the little spiritual energy left in the meridians, and sent out another attack!

How could the pseudo-immortal sword be so easy to use? The first blow was barely sent out with all his strength, and the second time was like a drop in the bucket even if there was an elixir supplement, the spiritual veins were squeezed to the extreme, and there were hidden cracks, Nangong Yan ignored it completely, and after sending it out, he stumbled under his feet, and almost fell to the ground, and could only use his sword to half-kneel to support the body that was about to fall.

Long Ting's cheeks twitched a few times, he retreated again and again and didn't dare to fight hard, but he was sneering in his heart, he was so angry and still wanted to win me? Hmph, I'll see how long you can last!

The attack in front of him was much inferior to the last time, Long Ting felt sure to take it but he didn't fight hard, he didn't want to lose both, it is estimated that Nangong Yan's stupid lack has no strength left after sending this move, that is the best opportunity!

"What a retreat! Break it for me! ”

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind Long Ting, he was overjoyed, and he was extremely happy to watch a red slap meet with the sword qi, and the aura that exploded instantly made the gravel fill the sky, and after stopping, there was one more man in front of Long Ting.

He was dressed in a dark robe, tall, with a face like a knife, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a flame on his forehead like a real thing, which could only be seen to be a red mark if he looked closely.

"Third Senior Brother!" Long Ting hurriedly called, this third senior brother Cheng Yu has the best relationship with him, and he is destined to die in Nangong Yan!

"Little junior brother back down, let me meet him!"

"Heh, what a big breath and such a thick skin, even if the Yuan Infant Stage bullied the Jindan Period, and at this time, when did Chixia Peak fall to this point?" Shen Lingyue rarely said so many words in one breath, and she wanted to make a move when she pulled out the cold cicada, but the white frost was gone, how could she have another sword?

Dissatisfied with himself, he jumped out, and the white frost was suspended in front of Shen Lingyue, and the tip of the sword locked on Cheng Yu, one point two two points four points eight points, each one was no different from the real body, and it exuded a cold air without hesitation, obviously fighting in a turbulent mood.

Shen Lingyue: "......" should she be so excited, she is in a bad mood and wants to vent, even if she wants to vent, what kind of excitement is this hoarfrost?

How can a sword be warlike? They also have a strong sense of possessiveness, and White Frost has been looking at the cicada for a long time, how could her master use other swords? If it weren't for the fact that this sword arrived with its master earlier than her and gave birth to the original sword spirit consciousness, she would have secretly done it a long time ago.

Compared with the cold cicada, Shen Lingyue does not have much affection for Bai Shuang, but Bai Shuang is so active that she is embarrassed not to give face at all, especially since Bai Shuang already has a complete intelligence, full of joy, anger and sorrow, so naturally she can't ignore it at will. Touching the chilling cicada, Shen Lingyue did not put it down directly, but pointed at the white frost in the void and transmitted the aura in his body over.

White Frost is worthy of being a pseudo-fairy sword, with her own consciousness, she can attack alone, with the command and assistance of the master, White Frost's fighting intent is even stronger, and the eight sword qi is like flower petals, but there is a strong killing intent brewing.

Cheng Yu's face froze, who was this person who suddenly intervened? This momentum ......

Cheng Yu, who was on guard, didn't dare to underestimate this sword qi, and swung out hundreds of huge fire palms one after another, almost occupying half of the sky, and his momentum was not inferior! (To be continued.) )