But the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south. The light of the stars shrouded the vast city of Lingbo, and at night, the city was quiet and peaceful. Suddenly, the misty clouds of smoke rolled, and the night rippled with a little ripple. There seemed to be a gap, tearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and inside, there was an extreme cold air escaping.

Gradually, the shadow of the beast covered the starry sky, and four more figures followed. Suddenly, under the bright starlight, the figure swept lightly, tiptoe to the ground, and stood firm. Subsequently, the majestic Cold-Bone Ice Crystal Beast also overflowed with blue light, transforming into a graceful shadow.

"You must not go back to the Eagle Roar Martial Arts Pavilion recently, at least, at least for three months. After three months, I'll take you back to kill you...", but seeing Ling Qianyuan shaking the blood-stained jade arm, staring at the scar with dark red blood mist in the white palm, the willow eyebrows couldn't help but twist slightly.

Sword wounds, trouble...

The most disturbing part of this injury is the "mourning". The mourning qi is different from the ordinary sword qi, which is condensed by the thousands of grievances above the fierce sword, to the yin to the evil, which can spread through the wound and the blood, eating away at the mysterious power and vitality.

If the person who was recruited cultivated to break through the Ninefold Xuanying Realm, and the qi in the dantian turned into a sea of respect, then the qi was not enough. After all, the martial artists at that time had already understood life and death in the world, and condensed the qi of life and death in the body. As long as there is a breath left, it is only a matter of time before death is turned into life.

It's a pity...

Today's Ling Qianyuan is just an ordinary Xuanying Realm, and he still has a headache in the face of this mournful qi. It would take at least three months of retreat for her to wash away her dead qi and allow her wounds to heal.

"Asano, your hand, show me. At this time, Xiao Xuanbin's voice came from behind Ling Qianyuan. But hearing that worried tone, Ling Qianyuan finally erased the solemnity on his face. Immediately, I looked back and smiled.

It's just that the faint smile matches the pale beauty face, which actually adds a bit of sickly beauty to her, and then gives birth to a trace of pity for me. It is not very different from the aura of the empress earlier.

"It's okay, let's open some and find an inn to stay, it's late at night, and I don't know where there are extra guest rooms!" Ling Qianyuan chuckled widely, but from her beautiful eyes, Xiao Xuanyuan saw a little stubbornness to endure the pain.

Gradually, resentment welled up in my heart. But there was light in Xiao Xuan's eyes, and the dark light flickered. Immediately, he stretched out his hand and couldn't help but grab Ling Qianyuan's blood-stained jade arm.

The sudden strength made Ling Qianyuan slightly stunned, her ethereal eyes flickered, sweeping the immature but resolute face of the young man in front of her, and the inexplicable domineering between her eyebrows made her even more intoxicated.

Simply, she didn't bend her arm anymore, and let the little guy hold her jade arm tightly in her hand. After a while, he heard a "hiss", and Ling Qianyuan's plain sleeved robe was torn. The cool breeze swept across her skin, bringing a slight sense of horror, and finally, it also brought her a trace of clarity in her mind.

"Hooligans!" Ling Qianyuan snorted, and suddenly withdrew his jade arm from Xiao Xuanbin's hand, his eyes full of shame. But Xiao Xuanyan didn't stop there, he still stretched out his hand and pulled Ling Qianyuan's arm to his eyes again.

Staring at the abrupt blood stains and spreading black lines on the white skin, Xiao Xuan's eyes fluctuated, and then, more and more solemn. But more, it's still distressing.

"Stupid woman, hurt so badly, and said it was okay. See for yourself, is this what it's all like?!" Xiao Xuan's concern was chaotic, and unconsciously, his tone became a little tougher.

"It's just a matter of three months! After three months of retreat, don't I have nothing to do?!" Hearing Xiao Xuanyuan's sullen tone, Ling Qianyuan couldn't help but pout, puffing out of anger, and there were even tears flashing in the corners of his eyes.

With such a demeanor, Tang Xian, Mu Zhilan and Mu Xiao, who were watching from the sidelines, were all in view. If it weren't for the aura of Ling Qianyuan's angry empress earlier, they really couldn't imagine that such a coquettish woman in front of them would get angry and almost unscrew the other party's "Heavenly Spirit Cover"!

"Ahem...."In the end, Mu Xiao couldn't stand it anymore, and coughed a few times in embarrassment, brushing the presence of their masters and apprentices. "That, I see that Miss Ling is very seriously injured, and it is late at night, why don't we go find an inn and ask for five guest rooms to live in?"

"Four. Xiao Xuanhui looked back, and his tone was unusually calm. Rao is face to the focused gaze, and his face is still the same.

"I don't want it!" Ling Qianyuan shook her head like a rattle, her ethereal eyes were obviously unwilling, as if she was afraid that Xiao Xuanyuan would eat her up and wipe her clean. However, she is still looking forward to it in her heart.

"I'm not at ease when you're in retreat alone, I have to accompany you and help you heal. Xiao Xuanyan raised his hand and fell lightly in the hair on top of Ling Qianyuan. He only smiled softly and whispered, and his eyes were soft and rippling.

"That.... Let's go!" The corners of Mu Xiao's mouth twitched, and he walked quickly in front of everyone, thinking to himself: "The young man now, it's really..."

"Actually, it can only be three guest rooms, and as long as she wants, I am willing to go to her side to protect her. Looking at the light and distant shadow in front of him, Tang Xian secretly hooked his lips, and there were ripples in his heart...

......

The words are divided into two ends, and the Eagle Howling Martial Arts Hall at this time is full of scars.

Looking deeply at the familiar courtyard in front of him, Ke Zhen evoked a smile that wiped the evil spirit. For more than ten years, he has been a chess piece of Moyan and has been dormant here for more than ten years.

At first, he only tried his best to provide information to Moyan.

However, as he grew older, he gradually became ambitious and unwilling to be subservient. At least, they don't want to succumb to the strictness.

Therefore, he kept his head in obscurity, and only waited for the three major martial arts halls to be injured, which was the time for him to accumulate and develop. At that time, it will be easy to pocket Qingyan Town.

And now...

He did it!

Compared to Ke Zhen's excitement, Yan Lao was much calmer, and his five senses shrouded a hundred miles. After all, although this Qingyan Town is small, it is not meat that can be swallowed alone.

I'm afraid that after the collapse of the three major martial arts halls, there will still be most people who want to compete with Ke Zhen. And these people are all Taoguang and obscure, but I am afraid that Ke Zhen's fists will be invincible with four hands!

However, Ke Zhen still has a role, and he can't die yet. So...

Elder Yan had to protect him no matter how unwilling he was, after all, it was a direct order from an existence.

Suddenly, the spiritual sea rippled slightly, and the light in Yan Lao's eyes suddenly condensed. His face gradually turned pale, but when he met Ke Zhen's eyes, he was quietly suppressed. Just because he has never looked at Ke Zhen squarely, the evaluation of him in his heart is only four words: "Zhida is sparse".

What about empty ambitions and cities? Without talent, everything is in vain.

"There's a little movement around, I'm going to take a look. "Yan Lao tried to make his tone as normal as possible, otherwise Ke Zhen, an impulsive kid, wouldn't know how much trouble he would cause!

Can...

Yan Lao didn't know that when he went, there was no return.

The Huangquan Road is lonely, so sad and sad.

And in that night, the man stood proudly on the top of the mountain, the halberd touched the ground, the blood flowed from the tip of the halberd, and the cold air escaped...

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