How did the topic jump to a fight, and Mingyue was also a little dazed in her heart.

Just the feeling of knowing that something was peeping around just now.

But when he followed that power to find it, that feeling disappeared in an instant.

It's a strange day.

When I woke up, there was a little girl in my arms, not to mention, it was rare for someone to find this place and break the enchantment here.

Mingyue, who has been so peaceful and stable, I don't know how long it has been, only feels that the waves of these years are going to be enough in one day today.

Seeing Qinghui stretch out his hand, a silver-blue extremely beautiful long sword appeared in his hand.

Mingyue looked at the long sword and felt a slight itch in her fingertips.

Over there, Qinghui was the first to be stunned.

"Huh?"

Isn't that what she is?

Did you come with her?

Qinghui raised his hand and pulled a beautiful sword flower.

Then he raised his head, with a little excitement in his eyes, and the silver-blue long sword in his hand flickered, and flew directly towards him.

Mingyue subconsciously picked it up.

There was also a dark aura in his hand, and a black long sword appeared in his hand in an instant.

The two swords clanged and collided together.

The sword qi was scattered, and both of them were strong and over-the-top types in this plane.

The force of the collision instantly shattered the surroundings.

The sun was falling overhead.

Qinghui only found out at this time that the two of them were on the top of a mountain at the moment, surrounded by a sea of clouds, and there were many peaks, but this place was already the highest place.

Qinghui swept left and right, and then fell back on Mingyue.

The two have a similar breath.

Really.

In this plane, she is a sword spirit, and carries her own spirit sword, the Qinghui Sword, and he is the same, but-

What the hell is this sword?

Looking at this sword full of black energy, not noble and cold at all, full of evil energy, Qinghui fell into a deep daze.

Where's her half-crippled sword?

How did it get dark?

And it's getting colder, and it's getting harder.

It's also getting ugly.

What she likes is colorful black, not this black that doesn't slip away.

Qinghui rarely felt a little aggrieved.

She had almost worn so many planes, found a good stove meal ticket, and finally became like this.

While Qinghui was staring at the black spirit sword in front of him sullenly, the man moved.

But he didn't want to continue to work with Qinghui.

He reached out sideways, and the black sword in his hand was casually thrown aside by him, and gradually turned into a black mist in the air and enveloped his body.

And he reached out and grabbed her waist.

There is a little indulgence in the bottom of the eyes, and a little nonsense.

Pressed Qinghui against his head and pressed it into his arms.

Familiar movements.

Qinghui was stunned.

Then lift your foot and kick him.

Kicked one squarely, and he didn't let go.

Holding the little girl in his arms, he only felt that this little girl was not suitable for him, and he felt that everything fits, the corners of his lips pursed, he lowered his head, and his originally scattered voice finally added a little seriousness, "Have I seen you ...... anywhere?" No, you appeared next to me, so of course it was mine. ”

Qinghui kicked him, he didn't react at all, Qinghui looked up, pressed his forehead, and looked at him with a small face expressionlessly.

Familiar movements, but still different.

For example, in the past, Mingyue would not let her knock on his chest, as if she had hit a stone.

Hurt.

But this guy is still talking nonsense.

It made Qinghui want to kick him even more.

Words born in his bosom—

Mingyue's voice was faint, "Cub, has heaven and earth given you a name?" ”

Generally, the spirit sword born in this way will be given a name by heaven and earth.

Qinghui's movements paused.

Cubs?

Qinghui looked at him, the corners of his lips twitching.

The sword in his hand clicked into his shoulder.

But the blade grazed his shoulder.

It seems that they are protected by heaven and earth, so that they cannot hurt each other.

Seeing this, Mingyue nodded more seriously as if she had determined something, "Cub." ”

Qinghui: I want to go berserk, I want to hit someone.

I still want to kill you.

It's just not going to work.

The world of bullshit.

Pressing his forehead, Qinghui, who had never suffered this grievance, pushed him hard, opened his mouth, and gnawed on his face with hatred.