Hearing that the sword hilt was slashed out with a sword, the sea of clouds seemed to be rising like a blazing sun, dazzling and unable to force the eyes, the sound of the dragon's chant roared from the end of the sea of clouds, and the shocking sound echoed above the sea of clouds, as if it was going straight to the nine heavens.

The sword light is dazzling, the sword intent is breathtaking, and all sides are shrouded in the white light, and countless sword shadows are born, pointing to the young man on the sea of clouds.

The green light suddenly appeared, covering the sky and the sun, and the sword light that was still like the shadow of the dragon before was like winter and snow in spring, and the sound of shattering broke out in an instant, and a piercing cry came from the silver-gray sword hilt, and a black shadow wailed out from the hilt of the sword, and went straight to Zinan and left.

Hearing this, his expression changed greatly, and he pointed at the black shadow and shouted in a trembling voice: "Ghost...... Ghostface ......"

The green light in the sky suddenly converged on the black shadow like a long whale absorbing water, and the green leaves shot out again, but this time it did not attach to Wen Buxian's body, but slowly fell on the black shadow.

The sharp and terrible screams pierced the sky, Zi Nanli listened to it in his ears, his heart ached inexplicably, the green light shone, shining on this sea of clouds, the black shadow under the green leaf gradually shrank, and finally turned into an afterimage, falling on the green leaf, the green light was rising, not as shocking as before, but a little soft, little by little reflected on Zi Nanli's chest.

The sea of clouds returned to calm again, and the boulder that had splashed out of the bridge slowly floated back.

Wen Buxian was speechless for a long time, but just looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand in a daze, with a complicated expression.

"What's that?" A slightly hoarse voice broke the silence on the sea of clouds, and he sighed and threw the hilt of the sword aside.

"Chengying! The sword of the leading path can break the sun and the moon, and it can determine the world, but it can't split the origin" Wen Buxian shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Zi Nanli picked up the silver-gray sword hilt on the ground, and looked at it carefully, the tentacles were cold, the texture was hard, but it was not gold or iron, the sword body was looming, shining in the light, the sword body was hidden, and when he got it to the shadow, the sword body appeared, no wonder what he just saw was Wen Bu holding a sword hilt and slashing out.

Zi Nanli clutched the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand and whispered, "That's not what I'm asking."

Hearing the huge earthquake all over his body, his face was full of pain, he held his head and roared: "Don't ask me, go ask the Immortal King, ask Yama, you go to Jizo, go to the Infernal Hell, ask those unjust souls"

"What's that shadow, tell me?" Zi Nanli roared angrily.

Hearing the long howl, extremely crazy, the brain is a bone-burning pain, there is a voice in his heart urging him, kill the mouthy kid in front of him, kill him, this pain will leave forever, Wen Bu harm's right hand and five fingers are crooked, and go straight to Zinan and leave.

He was going to crush the throat of the man in front of him, to pull out the man's spine, and he was going to kill, and only blood could relieve his pain.

He licked his lips bloodthirstily as if the wind blew, and a man in a long robe stood in front of him.

There is no wind in the sea of clouds, why is there a breeze blowing? Although Wen Buxian was a little unconscious, he still knew this, and he raised his head and looked at the man blocking him, and his eyes were a dazzling white light.

"The wind rises, the clouds surge, the jade wheel is missing" The man in the long shirt drank in his mouth, and the sword light on his palm gushed out, and he snorted and flew out upside down.

"Zhuo...... Uncle Zhuo "Zi Nanli was laughing and crying, the man who had promised to take care of him had always been by his side.

"Ah Li, cherish" A gust of wind blew, and the man in the long shirt dissipated in the sea of clouds like a cloud of smoke.

Zi Nanli looked up, tears slipped down the corners of his mouth, the young man smiled self-deprecatingly, wiped away the tears with his cuffs, and shouted at the bright moon in the sky: "Zhuo Qianfan, you have to take care of yourself!" ”

This time he knew that on the road after that, there would be no more protection from that man, and the way back would be to go alone.

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Wen Buyu, who wanted to slash Zi Nanli with a sword before, seemed to have lost his mind at this moment, lying on the ground in despair, his red judge's uniform was torn in many places, and he looked very miserable.

Zi Nanli slowly walked to his side, followed his example, and also lay aside, looking at the white clouds in the sky, and his heart was indescribably peaceful.

Wen Buxian turned his head stiffly, as if he didn't recognize Zi Nanli, and looked at it for a long time.

"Let's talk about it, Uncle Wen, say whatever you know, I want to hear it" Zi Nanli didn't look at Wen Buxian, just stared at the white clouds and bright moon in the sky, and said with a light smile.

"Who's that man?" Wen Buxian asked in a hoarse voice, before answering Zi Nanli, he must know the answer.

When Zi Nanli heard this, he turned his head and said to him with a smile on his face: "Zhuo Qianfan! Tianwu Kingdom, the leader of the scholars, a first-class master, amazing"

Wen Buxian supported himself with his elbows, half sat up, thought for a long time, as if he remembered something, patted his head and said, "Oh, it's him, the commander, but ...... Is he really just a commander? ”

Zi Nanli nodded and said with a smile: "What?" Don't believe it"

Wen Buxian shook his head, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "How can I not believe it, I have lost my cultivation, no matter how ordinary a monk is, I can beat me, but I can still conjure up a clone to protect you in Yangchao, this kind of cultivation, I am ashamed of myself, if he can see this Zhuo Commander one day, he should Jingjun three cups, in order to thank Fang Cai for his kindness of not killing"

Zi Nanli smiled and said, "He ...... day I don't know when."

Wen Buxiao muttered to himself: "It won't be too long, it won't be too long"

"Then when I meet him, I will toast this wine for you, lest you not be able to get out of this yang by then, and regret your life" Zi Nanli pillowed his arm and said seriously.

After a long time, the somewhat relieved judge was finally able to sit up, he sighed, and asked Zi Nanli, "Then what is the relationship between him and you?"

Hearing the strange expression on his face, Zi Nanli looked at it for a while, and suddenly understood something, and said with a dumb smile: "He is like a brother and a father to me, but it's a pity that I can't choose this kind of thing, otherwise I would like to be his son."

"Then we'll have to toast a little more," Wen Buxian whispered.

"Why?" Zi Nanli asked suspiciously.

Wen Buxian turned his head and said with a straight face: "You can be so attentive to a little scoundrel like you, and you are really a gentleman, three cups of respect for his cultivation, and one cup of respect for his character."

"I don't know if his cultivation is high, but his character, one cup is more, half a cup is enough," Zi Nanli nodded and said.

Hearing this, he looked at him for a while, making sure that Zi Nanli was not joking, and suddenly shook his head with a wry smile: "You are really a scoundrel"

Zi Nan was smug from the ocean: "Isn't it good to be a scoundrel?" Good people don't live long, and the scourge lives for a thousand years, in the last life...... It's just that you always be a bad person" Speaking of this, Zi Nanli also did it, obviously thinking of some of the past, and his face was no longer as relaxed as before.

Wen Buxian turned his head, not wanting to see Zi Nanli like this, he picked up the hilt of the sword that Zi Nanli put aside, and said in a low voice: "I didn't tell you some things before, it was indeed me who was selfish, but now, you have obtained the Nine Realms, sooner or later you will know the truth, I don't say it, but it seems a little hypocritical,

It's just to say hello in advance, I know a limited amount, and there are some situations in this yangchao, and I don't know very well. ”

"Of course, I just want to hear the truth, as for you making up a plan to lie to me, don't say it, lest I be exposed in the future, and each other's faces will not look good" Zi Nan said from the main color.

"Then let me start with this Chengying Sword, the bridge over there was actually not broken after crossing into this other world, but was cut off by the owner of this sword," Wen Buxiao said in a deep voice.

As if to confirm his words, a layer of pale golden mist floated on the sea of clouds, where the mist drifted through, the original ruins have become buildings, golden clouds and mist are flying all over the sky, and the entire sea of clouds and Qinglan is full of Qionglou Yuyu, and there are cranes chirping in the sky, and Zi Nan is dizzy and fascinated.

He was indulging in this spectacle, when a giant sword pierced the sky, slashed through the golden red tile and yellow wall, and slashed at the overpass.

The stone bridge collapsed, the heavens and the earth changed, and the shouting and killing sound on the sea of clouds soared into the sky.