Xiao Jiange's eyes froze when he saw the situation in the ring, and he wanted to make a move, but then he turned his head and looked at it, and found that Duan Yuran had disappeared in place without knowing when.

Seeing such a scene, Xiao Jiange immediately silently put down the hand holding the sword of love.

A sword light bloomed like a shock, and its momentum far exceeded that of the previous sword, covering the sky and earth like a heavenly brand, making everyone in the audience moved, their eyes trembled, revealing a look of fear, and they changed color one after another

Liu Xin's purple clothes were stained with blood, her face was pale, she was stationed with a sword, and a look of horror appeared on her pretty face, this sword brought her the feeling of death coming, unmatched, her face showed a trace of despair and unwillingness, I saw him biting his lip lightly, still wanting to improve his luck to meet the last struggle of a sword.

"It's not good, Senior Sister Liu Xin!"

"Don't!"

"Master, hurry up, this sword Liu Xin Senior Sister can't bear it"

Suddenly, the disciples of the Ghost God Valley around them couldn't help but speak out one after another, and their faces changed greatly.

"Xin'er!" Liu Qingfeng's face changed greatly, and he wanted to come on the field to help, but the slightest movement affected his own injuries, and it was difficult to improve his luck, making his face extremely painful, and his heart was strong but not enough.

The pain of the body is not as good as the sorrow of the heartache.

Ming Xuan's eyes were also cracked, and he wanted to move, but unfortunately he was too injured to move, so he could only watch the sword fall.

The sword light filled the entire Ghost God Valley Square, and everyone felt a chill of heart palpitations, and a cold sweat broke out behind them.

"Huh" At this moment, I saw a stream of yellow rune paper falling, the wind suddenly rose, and pieces of yellow rune paper floated around, surrounding Liu Xin's side.

When everyone was shocked, the same sword light suddenly bloomed on the ring, shining half of the ring.

In front of everyone's eyes, two shocking sword lights collided violently.

There was a loud bang, and suddenly the ground exploded, the sword qi intertwined and rippled in all directions, the wind swept away, the gravel flew sideways, and the smoke billowed out.

Liu Xin couldn't help covering her face with her sleeves in a panic, only to feel that there was a figure in front of her in front of her in a blur.

When the smoke and dust cleared, everyone looked intently.

The wind was blowing, and I saw a white dress standing in front of Liu Xin.

The man stood with a sword on his back, his eyebrows were delicate, his hair was white and belted, a few strands of green silk fluttered in the wind on his forehead, and the emerald green jade pendant on his waist swayed lightly, like a fairy descending to the dust, without a trace of dust.

Liu Qingfeng, Ming Xuan and the other disciples of the Ghost God Valley couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw this scene.

Liu Xin looked at the white clothes standing on the back of the sword in front of her in shock, at this moment, time seemed to have stopped, and in the wind and sand, the fluttering white clothes were reflected in her heart.

Liu Xin's nose was sour at the moment, tears were rolling in her eyes, and she was in tears.

I saw that the man turned his head slightly sideways, turned to look at Liu Xin behind him, and smiled at her.

"Don't be afraid, there's me!"

A simple sentence was like the sunshine in winter, instantly shining on Liu Xin's heart, dispelling all fear, fear and chill.

"Ah, woo woo woo" Liu Xin immediately threw away the long sword in her hand and threw herself into Duan Yuran's arms and cried, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her tears fell like beads, crying so much that it was a burst of pear blossoms and rain, which made people feel distressed.

Duan Yuran gently patted Liu Xinde's back and comforted silently. Pythagorean Library

"Okay, don't cry," Duan Yuran comforted.

"Hmm," Liu Xin sniffed and whimpered.

Duan Yuran turned around and confronted the black-clothed Desolate Three Swords coldly.

"Hmm, you want to fight on her behalf?" A rare hint of surprise and solemnity appeared on the indifferent expression of the Wild Three Sword, and he asked lightly.

"No, she's defeated, I'll take her. Duan Yuran said lightly, with an unquestionable tone in his voice, which made Liu Xin's heart feel warm.

"Huh?" Arasan Sword snorted lightly, and suddenly the sword in his hand hesitated.

"Since you are defeated, then retreat" Jian Guzi said slowly, sighing, after all, they are their own disciples, can they not let them make another move, if something happens, he will not feel distressed to death, and then Jian Guzi looked at Duan Yuran with a little gratitude.

Duan Yuran nodded slightly, and then grabbed Liu Xin's Qianqian willow waist and flew out of the ring.

Liu Xin let Duan Yuran hold her waist, her face was red, she leaned lightly on her chest, and her heart suddenly felt a burst of beauty, as if she had eaten honey.

After landing, Duan Yuran let go of Liu Xin without a trace.

With the end of this dramatic competition, everyone suddenly felt unsatisfied, especially those female disciples of the Ghost God Sword Valley, and they all had a great impression of Duan Yuran for a while.

After all, heroes save beauty, many girls want it to happen to them, not to mention that heroes are still white-clothed and polite gentlemen like Duan Yuran.

"Down, red mang's competition," Jian Guzi said lightly.

"I'm going," Nangong Song and Dance said softly, and then flew into the ring.

"If you can't fight, admit defeat, don't be strong!" Zhu Wen couldn't help but remind him when he looked at the dashing back.

Nangong Song and Dance waved her hand, she is a person with a big heart, so naturally she will not lose her life because of a hell plot.

"Girl, let's cross the river and meet once" Song Wuji, who was dressed in a green shirt, said on stage, he was very impressed by the woman in front of him, especially the dragon beast soul in one hand, which suppressed the blue water and deep Jiao, so that he couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring and take it seriously.

"Ha, I've seen you too, you're the first to cross the river, I'm impressed"

"Nangong Song and Dance, instruct!" Nangong Song and Dance hugged his fist with a big grin, and then waved with one hand, and the half-sized heavy sword behind his back came out of its sheath and smashed to the ground, suddenly sinking into three feet, which shows the weight of this heavy sword.

"Please!" Song Wujian stretched out his hand and spoke, as soon as the words fell, the corners of his mouth curled, and at the moment he took his footsteps, he took out his sword and flew out, and a sword struck at Nangong Song and Dance.

Nangong was startled, and at that moment, he hugged his heavy sword and screamed with a pale face.

"Ah, help, someone is going to insult me!"

The voice was like a wave, like a widow's wolf howl, delicate and soft, with a few moans.

"Oh" Xiao Jiange, Duan Yuran couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand when he saw this scene.

I almost forgot that Nangong Song and Dance is still a famous little witch.

Zhu Wen couldn't help but cover his face with a folding fan, and the corners of his mouth showed a little smile, he was deeply impressed by such a situation, after all, he had experienced it himself.

Sure enough, Song Wujian was stunned when he heard this, his body couldn't help but be stunned, the sword momentum stopped, and he stopped singing and dancing in Nangong with his sword.

Nangong Song and Dance showed a hint of inexplicable smile at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes showed a cunning color.