Sikong Changfeng never thought that this young man who seemed to be sick would dare to take action against his daughter.

It's just that he didn't take him into account and put Snow Moon City in his eyes.

The spear was like a dragon, and it slammed into the sword that Yelin slashed out.

"Boom."

A violent explosion sounded, and a terrifying wave of air swept wantonly.

The martial arts arena that was damaged by Zen Master Dajue and others was directly swept away by the qi waves that erupted from the impact of these two forces.

The people around were even more shocked by these two powerful waves of qi and flew out, and red blood spurted out of their mouths.

Of course.

The white-haired fairy was a heartless monk who slowly opened his eyes, dodging the qi waves generated by these two attacks.

"Huh."

Sikong Changfeng also turned into a golden light, bringing his daughter and Tang Lian out of the smoke.

This level of attack, and it is still so close, a martial artist who is not in the Freedom Heaven Realm will be seriously injured if he does not die.

"Who is Your Excellency? Can we have a grudge? If we have enmity, have you forgotten the rules of the rivers and lakes? ”

After saving his daughter, Sikong Changfeng stretched out his hand to take back his spear with his qi, looked at the young man sitting lazily on the stone stairs in the distance with a gloomy face, suppressed his anger, and the spear in his hand shook and pointed at Yelin.

He had long black hair, was wearing a luxurious, ethereal, and flowing white robe, with a thick and neat beard on his mouth, and a strong terrifying mood rose on his body, and the surrounding space was a little unbearable to withstand the squeeze of the power of Sikong Changfeng, making unpleasant noises.

"Luo'er, are you okay?"

Then, Sikong Changfeng turned to look at Sikong Qianluo anxiously, looking up and down at his daughter who was rescued by himself.

The life or death of other people has nothing to do with him, he just wants to care about whether his daughter has anything to do.

"Daddy, daddy, why are you here?"

At this time, Sikong Qianluo finally reacted, the nerve arc was similar to Sikong Changfeng, and he didn't realize that Fang Cai was in danger, and there was a faint tension on his face.

If you run out secretly, will you be beaten by your father?

"Huh, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, you're really worried about your dead father, do you know how dangerous it is for you to escape, look, if it weren't for today's father's timely arrival, you're afraid, if that's the case, how do you want me to explain to your mother?"

After Sikong Changfeng carefully looked at his daughter, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said in fear.

Really.

It really scared him to death just now.

"Hey, Spear Fairy Sikong Changfeng, have you finished talking to your daughter?"

Yelin slowly stood up from the stone stairs and looked at Sikong Changfeng, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and said.

He deliberately made a move to Sikong Qian.

Otherwise.

Wait a while, how dare the spear immortal Sikong Changfeng fight with his life?

"Your Excellency, haven't you forgotten the grievances of the rivers and lakes, and you must not hurt your wife and children? Besides, I have no enmity with you. ”

Sikong Changfeng heard Yelin speak, so he protected his daughter behind him, his face was very ugly, the spear in his hand smoked the air and made a sonic boom, and said through gritted teeth.

If he hadn't come today.

Is his daughter going to die at the hands of this guy?

But after thinking about it, he didn't seem to know such a young powerhouse of the Wandering Heaven Realm, how could he offend?

"You really don't have a grudge against me, but you Snow Moon City have a grudge against me."

Yelin is fortunate to have a reason, otherwise, it would be really embarrassing.

"So it's war?"

When Sikong Changfeng heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the spear in his hand was about to move, and he said vigilantly.

If there is a grudge.

Either the eldest brother is the fault, or the second senior sister is the fault.

But he was even more convinced that this was the trouble caused by the second senior sister.

Didn't the second senior sister say to challenge the kendo masters?

And this person's kendo attainment just now is also very not low, and he also has a faint cold aura, very similar to the aura of the second senior sister.

"That's a lot of nonsense."

The words fell.

Yelin stepped on the Thousand Illusion Demon Shadow Steps, and a long sword appeared in his hand, it was the Qingshuang Sword, and its powerful sword path artistic conception was shrouded in an instant.

At this moment.

The world seems to be frozen by a mysterious force.

The artistic conception of kendo is as dazzling and sharp as the light shining from the sky through the clouds, and the surrounding space is torn apart by the artistic conception of kendo and makes a wail.

"Qingshuang Sword?!"

Seeing the long sword in Yelin's hand, the spear immortal Sikong Changfeng's pupils couldn't help shrinking, and said to Tang Lian next to him: "Hurry up and take your junior sister out of here, I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle next." ”

No way.

The second senior sister caused trouble, don't you bear it yourself?

Moreover.

If the other party dares to attack his daughter, he is an unforgivable bastard.

"A hundred birds and a phoenix."

Feeling Yelin's terrifying sword art conception, it was comparable to his own gun path artistic conception, and the gun fairy Sikong Changfeng did not dare to underestimate the other party, and used the white bird Chaofeng marksmanship as soon as he came up.

Suddenly.

Spear flowers appeared in the air, and then formed the shape of one bird after another, and finally the white bird formed a bright red phoenix and swooped towards the Yelin.

"Huh."

A loud phoenix chirped, and a lifelike, very vivid phoenix phantom showed its beauty in the air.

"Chop."

Looked at.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yelin drew his sword and swung it again, swinging one sword after another, slashing towards the phoenix that was soaring with its wings and flying over.

"Boom."

The next moment, a violent explosion rang out.

A wave of qi that was even more powerful than before, rumbling across the heavens and the earth.

Countless buildings, swept away by this terrifying wave of air, were destroyed in an instant.

And the people of the Jiulong Temple who lost their cultivation and became unconscious next to them were directly crushed by this powerful wave of qi, and their hearts were bled to death.

The Wuzen monk who went to support the Great Jue Zen Master was swept out by this very domineering air wave, smashed on the ground and flowed red blood from his mouth again, the Great Jue Zen Master was unintentionally abolished for decades of penance, plus his age, he had already run out of oil and dried up, and was swept away by such a strong wave of qi, he couldn't help it anymore, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, the look in his eyes gradually dimmed, and his body slowly fell to the ground.

For all this, Yelin didn't care about it at all.

Does the life or death of others have anything to do with oneself?

Who made them too weak?

"Who the hell are you?"

Sikong Changfeng did not continue to attack, but looked at the gradually cracked field, stared at Yelin, and whispered.

Strong.

It's really strong.

He stabbed out three hundred and sixty-five spear flowers just now to form the appearance of the white bird Chaofeng, although the white bird Chaofeng seemed to have only one attack, but in fact there were three hundred and sixty-five different gun positions.

Outcome.

was cracked by this guy without the slightest suspense.

"The one who wants your life."

The corners of Yelin's mouth hooked up a sneer, and his figure seemed to be lightning, quickly approaching Sikong Changfeng, and the Qingshuang Sword in his hand slashed out one terrifying sword light after another.

Every sword light is not comparable to an ordinary Wandering Heaven Realm.

These sword lights are bright and very dazzling, as if they have the momentum of a sword light cold nineteen states.

"Hmph."

Hearing this, Sikong Changfeng snorted coldly, and the silver spear in his hand was like a touch of silver-white cold, stabbing out one after another amazing spear rays in the air, tearing through the space and making a whistling sound.

There were so many who wanted their own lives that they fell under their spears.

Both are the type to play fast.

If your gun is not fast enough, then you will be the ghost of the person with the fast gun.

And Yelin is a world-class martial art that believes in the evil god of Huoyun, and it is only fast and unbreakable.

So.

The battle between the two, and no one had the upper hand, was in a stalemate phase.

Boom.

An earth-shattering sound came.

A large number of cracks began to appear on the mountain where the Great Fanyin Temple is located, accompanied by a "boom" sound.

The entire mountain peak and the Great Fanyin Temple completely disappeared into the dust.

Flying sand and rocks, smoke and dust billing.

Sword light and spear sparks, crisscrossing the sky.

"Again."

There was a thunderous roar in the sky, followed by a loud sound like an airplane crashing through the sky.

A spear that crisscrossed the sky, as if it had torn through the mountain peaks, fell from the sky and smashed down.

"Huh."

Looking at the spear smashed in his face, Yelin's face was solemn, his body began to bulge, and his muscles that were originally soft and lying on his stomach were saturated in an instant, and he poked towards the spear.

"Boom."

A surging force smashed down, and Yelin seemed to be a missile smashing down towards the smoke-filled place below.

Seeing this, Sikong Changfeng did not pursue, but looked around with a vigilant face.

He knew that chasing into the smoke was very bad for him.

"Buzz."

Suddenly.

Sikong Changfeng felt a buzz in his head, and then the picture turned, and he appeared in a place.

Looking at this familiar courtyard, Sikong Changfeng couldn't help but be a little stunned.

"I, I'm back?!"

"Daddy, Daddy, look at the rabbit I caught......"

That's when it happened.

A little girl ran over in the distance, wearing dirty clothes, but the material was absolutely good, with a small braid on her head, with a heroic spirit, a rabbit in her hand, and a pink little face looked at Sikong Changfeng, and said excitedly.

"Luo, Luo'er?"

Seeing this, Sikong Changfeng said uncertainly: "No, no, this is not Luo'er, I'm fighting, I'm fighting, this must be an illusion." ”

Thought it was a fantasy.

Sikong Changfeng's eyes showed a look of struggle, and finally looked at this pink little girl's eyes, full of killing intent, and the little girl who looked at it was terrified and terrified.

"Ah......h

As Sikong Changfeng stabbed the little girl with a gun, the pain caused the little girl to let out a terrible pain, and blood flowed down from the silver tip of the spear.

But all of this, as Sikong Changfeng imagined, he withdrew from the illusion by himself.

Instead, she looked at the little girl who was pierced by herself.

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