Ying Tanxi walked to Luo Ning's side.

She didn't pranayama because she wanted to seal the night with her spiritual power.

The three people from the Starfall Pavilion were huddled under the umbrella, trembling together, they knew that even if Yun Feng was seriously injured, their rash action at this time would not achieve any effect, maybe it would break the few spiritual powers that Ying Tanxi had sealed the night.

The scene became extremely subtle.

It was as if it was not a battle of life and death, but a battle of who recovered from his injuries first.

Ying Tanxi's strength was the strongest among these people, but at the same time, she was also the most seriously injured.

Her hand gently caressed Luo Ning's shoulder, then gasped, and finally sat down.

Luo Ning didn't open his eyes.

He just asked softly, "How are you?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Ying Tanxi's mouth, and then asked casually, "Are you caring about me?"

Luo Ning replied coldly, "Don't talk about pulling down." ”

Ying Tanxi said calmly, "I can't die for the time being." ”

Luo Ning asked again, "Did the county lord send him away?"

The one he was referring to was naturally the Demon Lord.

He didn't believe that anyone in this world could send the Demon Lord away, even if Yang Dingtian, as the Sword Yuan Sect Master, used his sword when the Demon Monarch's injuries had not healed, he still fell behind.

Can anyone in this world really send him away?

Ying Tanxi smiled and said, "When my father goes out, he will definitely send him away." ”

She said she would definitely send it away.

But Luo Ning found that the flesh on her face jumped a few times when she said the words "send away".

Her hand on her shoulder began to tremble, and then she became a presence cooler than the night.

That means that her heart is not as simple as it seems.

She was starting to panic.

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Dark clouds still obscured the moonlight.

A shallow road exits from the north gate of the South County and then turns into a gray band.

At the end of the road, or where the road disappeared, the pavilion stood on the side of the road.

The pavilion has been a symbol of farewell since ancient times.

With the long pavilion, it is inseparable from the farewell.

It's just that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so it's not appropriate to say goodbye.

The autumn wind swept away the dead leaves, but it couldn't sweep away the sticky night.

Just like the two Nanjun people in front of this pavilion, they can't send these two outsiders away no matter what.

The four of them had indeed been standing here all night.

It's the same as what Ying Tanxi and Yunfeng were worried about.

What the county lord and the demon lord were thinking about at this time was naturally the battle in the city.

Huang Chunqiu never looked up, he just kept his head down and swept the ground.

He swept the fallen leaves on the ground.

The autumn leaves were swept into a small pile by the broom in his hand, and then slowly scattered by the autumn wind.

To others, this seems to be a very ridiculous process.

But he didn't seem to realize that it was a useless exercise.

He just kept his head down, dutifully, and swept with all his heart.

The demon general named Liu Cheng looked at this old servant with an indescribable mockery on his face.

He didn't think Huang Chunqiu's actions were ridiculous.

Because he knows what these autumn leaves represent.

Only people who have reached his level can understand what Huang Chunqiu is doing.

What he swept was not fallen leaves, but the spiritual power between heaven and earth.

Every time Huang Chunqiu's broom fell, it would leave several shallow marks on the ground.

That trace represented the direction in which he and the Demon Lord absorbed spiritual power, but it was seen through by Huang Chunqiu at this time, and then swept away.

He looked at Huang Chunqiu and said, "Instead of pretending to sweep the floor here, you might as well really fight with me." ”

Huang Chunqiu lowered his head and said honestly, "I won't fight." ”

Then after another moment, he looked at Liu Cheng and said, "I can only sweep the garbage." ”

Liu Cheng stood there, so he said calmly, "I'm garbage, come and sweep me." ”

Huang Chunqiu's knuckles holding the broom suddenly turned white, and he exerted his strength.

But he didn't sweep Liu Cheng.

He then went to sweep the dead branches and leaves in the ground.

But this time the broom didn't bring up the residual leaves.

Because Liu Cheng's gaze fell on his broom.

At the top of the broomstick, a violent wind suddenly appeared.

I don't know where the wind is coming from.

The range is very small, but the power is huge.

Huang Chunqiu held the broom in his hand, and then watched the tip of the broom slap on the ground.

The dust is flying, and the storm is rising.

Liu Cheng leaned over and lowered his head, looking down at Huang Chunqiu's knuckles, his expression was extremely solemn, and he even looked like he wanted to help Huang Chunqiu sweep the floor.

The air is calm.

The little whirlwind piled up on the top of the broomstick, and at last it became bigger and bigger, and then it turned into a gust of wind.

But even with the strong wind, the extremely thin broom showed no signs of breaking.

It was held in Huang Chunqiu's hand and held very tightly.

It looked like it was going to be pinched.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound on the autumn yellow earth.

These sounds are particularly chilly to listen to in this autumn.

Liu Cheng stared at Huang Chunqiu's hand, and then suddenly understood why this old servant said that he would not fight.

If you just look at the direction of the spiritual power of heaven and earth, this ugly old servant who is not good-looking doesn't know how much stronger he is than himself.

His whole life was in the service of the county lord, which was manifested in brewing and making tea.

He will make the best wine in the world, and he will make the quietest tea in the world.

So he won't fight.

Several extremely thin lines appeared on the ground.

These lines are on the ground, like ants crawling over, and Liu Cheng's body is bent at ninety degrees, which makes people look particularly strange under this night sky.

The wind was cold.

But it spread out automatically when it blew three meters around the two of them.

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The Demon Lord's gaze still fell on the tumbling dark clouds in the sky.

The clouds were still solid, and not a single bit of the moonlight could be revealed.

The Demon Lord didn't look at Yin Shanhe's sweeping actions, nor did he look at how Liu Cheng dealt with this old servant.

He stood in the night sky, occasionally glancing down at the wood he was carrying.

He suddenly said to the county lord, "I have always thought this kind of competition is the most boring competition in the world, what do you think?"

The county lord smiled and said, "If you are bored, that is the real boredom." ”

The Demon Lord looked at the county lord with a smile, "What I'm most curious about now is what you can do to send me away." ”

This is not just a question that he is curious about, but the entire Nanjun or even Huang Chunqiu wants to know.

The county lord's forehead was a little wet, I don't know if it was because he had drunk too much wine, and then a lot of wine emanated from the top of his head and evaporated into the air.

He still had the spoon in his hand.

It's just that at this time, the wine in the spoon has been frozen into a real cold pulp in this autumn wind.

The county lord held up a spoon.

He looked him in the eye calmly, and suddenly said, "I want to toast you with a glass of wine." ”