The farthest distance between the old men is not the length of the (muffled) bar, but the closeness of the moment, but the stranger. Because of Xiangjun's foundation work "Wounded Lotus Seeds", Shangguan Nanweng and Song Beijun cooled down, and Beijun was even more dead, swinging the sword of ten thousand snakes and slashing at Nanweng. There is no other reason, broken love, broken foundation, but a period of past. It's time to look forward, there is so much fresh meat in the world, who doesn't have (silenced) flowers.

Nan Weng is determined to be in "Hurt Lotus Seeds", but he doesn't want to lose his life. "Friend, my friend, why don't you understand my painstaking efforts. We have loved each other, but we can't stay together for life. I am a scholar, an artist, and in situ cosmological philosophy giving everything I have, including the beloved you. I must get "Hurt Lotus Seeds". ”

The northern monarch has a sword, and the southern gentleman also has it. He threw out the purple electric ice pick to deal with the masterpiece of "Hurt Lotus Seed", and almost at the same time, Beijun's right arm was raised, and with a sword groan, the Ten Thousand Snake Sword bloomed with hundreds of sword qi, and its shape was like a snake, and it flew away. It collided with the sword qi slashed by Beijun.

Master Yunmeng said: "Don't go and help the young man." Are you all dead, and if you are wounded, you will all die. ”

"Yes, young master!"

"Yes. ”

"Abandon the young man, we are here to help you. ”

Among Yunmeng Mountain's group, those fox little fresh meat who could still stand had to shoot out and kill Shangguan Nanweng and Song Beijun. Although the person who snatched "Hurt Lotus Seeds" was Nan Weng, Beijun was also an outsider, not a fox clan, and a group of foxes would naturally not let them go.

Qingqiu abandoned Shao and thought about it, but he didn't find a candidate for his senior brother. Xiang Jun said that he also ordered another disciple to come to help abandon Shao, but who it was, did not say. "No matter who he is, he must live and leave the Ten Thousand Snakes Cave with me. Only when my senior brother is alive can he accept the strange love of my master in my place. I can't stand it, senior brother, you should work harder. Qingqiu abandoned Shao and was grateful, suffering from not knowing the identity of the other party, and could not repay the favor.

""Hurt Lotus Seeds" is not so easy to get. Qingqiu Qishao smiled and said, "Nan Weng, you use brute force to take it, it is thankless, and it is useless in the end." ”

"If you don't try it, it's useless. Shangguan Nan Weng didn't want to hurt Song Beijun, but Ji You's heart was cold and he had to kill Nan Weng. "No matter how merciful I am, I can't win back Beijun's heart. Helpless, the relationship between me and him is not as thick as a blank piece of paper. Between sighs, Nan Weng palmed the base qi, washed the sword of ten thousand snakes, and the sword light lit up, running through the sky, reaching Biyou, "Taishang forgetful sword." He said with a bad smell.

In addition to the family inheritance of Xuangong, Shangguan Nanweng also practiced other kendo supernatural powers, such as the "Taishang Forgetful Love Sword", forgetting love is not ruthless, but in order to follow the fate and continue a new relationship.

The Taishang Forgetful Sword was originally the magical power of the ancient holy land "Taiyi Sword Gate", but the Taiyi Sword Gate also disappeared in the long history of the old world, and the magical power of the sword path that has been handed down is mostly incomplete and incomplete. Therefore, Shangguan Nanweng's cultivation is also a remnant, not the real Taishang Forgetful Sword.

Even if it is a remnant, this magic power is spread out through the sword of ten thousand snakes, the weather is thousands, the sword is mighty, and it is poured down, Peng, Peng, Peng! Under the cloud of sword mist, it devoured the small fresh meat of the fox clan, and then twisted, and when it landed, the wail suddenly rose, and the blood and water were like rain, dripping and dripping, and fell. Song Beijun was also below, his right arm shook sharply, and with a loud buzz, the long sword bloomed with light ripples, swinging in circles, dangdangdang, dangdangdang! collided with the falling blood and water, and made the sound of Jin Ge striking each other. "Forget your feelings, forget your feelings!" Beijun said suddenly, "You thought of the current situation when you were with me, as long as you forget the relationship between us, you are a golden single dog, and then you go to hook (silence) the little fresh meat, it is not easy to catch it." Hum. Song Beijun rose into the air, stepped on the blue sky, stood in the void, and hunted in clothes, "Before you forgot my feelings, I cut off my past self." The Fish of the Northern Underworld. ”

Song Beijun's cultivation is also a great supernatural power, which is called "Kun of the Northern Underworld". I don't know how many thousands of miles it is. But Beijun's divine power has not been completed, and it can only be said that it has been cultivated into a big fish, far from being a kun.

Nine big-headed fish rushed out in unison, laughing proudly at the heavens. He opened his mouth and said, "The sea, all you step on your horse is water." ”

"Water is healthier!"

"Water is the source of life. ”

Shangguan Nanweng listened to the speech of the nine fishes, smiled evilly, raised his palm and carried three more basic lights, brushed and brushed, the base light came out, and the light was divided into five colors, and swept down with the sword power of the "Taishang Forgetful Sword".

Collapse, collapse, collapse......

Nine big-headed fish exploded one after another, and they couldn't think about the water. Looking at Song Beijun again, the mask was frosty, and his eyes were full of electricity. "Since I'm no longer a friend, my Armstrong Boom Boom Cannon is no longer open for you. Beijun said expressionlessly, "You can enjoy it quietly." ”

"Is there a follow-up? Shangguan Nanweng said.

Poor Yunmeng Mountain's fox clan little fresh meat, except for the young master, all died under the "Taishang Forgetful Sword", and the grievances were not dispersed, whining and screaming. The young master of Yunmeng panicked, swept around, and there was no one else. "It's not good, it's all dead, who will protect me. Young Master Yunmeng exclaimed. I can only rely on Qingqiu to abandon it, and I don't know if I want to contribute to the flowers of the local area.

"It's ugly. Suddenly, Qingqiu abandoned and shouted. "Beijun, Nanweng, you have loved each other, and now you are killing each other. are both old people, why should they be difficult for each other. Let's go to Gaoji together!"

"Shut up!"

"No way. ”

Shangguan Nanweng and Song Beijun refused.

"I'm just proposing, if you don't agree, forget it. Qingqiu abandoned Shao holding his fox tail and looked around, "Young Master Yunmeng, go, kill them." ”

"Ah, you call me?" said the young master of Yunmeng in confusion, "It's impossible, I can't kill them." ”

"It's useless. Qingqiu Qishao let go of his tail, huh, huh, the fox's tail swirled, and the cyan light wave exploded, "Yunmengshan doesn't need a vase man like you, except for being good-looking, he is useless." I'll end your miserable life on your father's behalf. ”

When the words fell, the abandoned fox tail also swept down, and with a bang, it struck the head of the young master of Yunmeng.

The young master of Yunmeng wanted to hide, but it was too late, and when he landed, the cranial cavity was cracked, the brains burst out, and the spiritual platform was blown to pieces. "Who told you to follow me, I don't know whether I live or die. ”

Kill the young master of Yunmeng, and abandon the young man in a better mood. As soon as he waved his palm, he exhaled, and the wind danced angrily, brushed open "Hurt Lotus Seeds", and turned to the third page of the seventh volume, where hundreds of words appeared and projected into the air. The writing is delicate, and it seems to come from the girl's hand. There is no doubt that it was written by Xiangjun himself.

"I don't see my friends before, I don't see fresh meat after that, I miss the world and the world, and the broken (silent) mountain lasts forever. The world loves lotus, and I hurt lotus alone, and I ......"

Qingqiu abandoned and read less. The words are like needles, pierced on the Lingtai of Shangguan Nanweng and Song Beijun, and the imprint is indelible.

The word "lotus" is printed on the Nanweng Ling platform, and the word "pity" is branded on the North Jun Ling platform.

"Wounded Lotus Seed" itself is the embodiment of Xiangjun's supernatural powers, and it has the power to corrode people's souls. Qingqiu abandoned Shao and had his own way to avoid it, so he wouldn't get hurt.

Without warning, Shangguan Nanweng and Song Beijun have been affected. The two elders stopped tearing and stood on one side, looking at each other from afar.

Brush!

Qingqiu abandoned the young flying and came, and the big sleeves danced, like a fairy. He pinched the trick with his left hand and held "Hurt Lotus Seed" with his right hand, and the base qi floated out from his hundred holes, like a glow steaming, causing many visions.

"Both of them are Haoji among people, and they can be compared to Ben Shaogaoji, and it is not in vain for you in this life. Ben Shao had no choice but to stop you in the tearing ratio. If you don't listen to me, the mark on the altar will be blown up, and then the platform will be destroyed, and I can't guarantee what will become of you. "Abandon Shao and say plainly, his words are not impulsive or strong, but the words are like wheat mang, which is very piercing. The threat is there.

Shangguan Nanweng snorted and stood silently, he forced Zhenyuan to dissolve the word "lotus" on the spiritual platform, "How can you be bullied by a little fox." Xiangjun is here, not to mention a lotus seed, even if the entire "Hurt Lotus Seed" is engraved on my spiritual platform, it doesn't matter. "Whoa, if the true yuan is a torrent, wash the spiritual platform back and forth, and the divine consciousness is like mist, and then it will be covered and then cleaned and swept again. No matter how Nanweng tries, the word "lotus" is still there, as if Lingtai was born with it, and it can't be erased.

The same thing happened to Song Beijun, and in a moment, he tried five methods, each of which ended in failure. The word "pity" on his spiritual platform was like a red soldering iron, "Ahh Covering his heart with his right hand and pressing his forehead with his left hand, his nails piercing the flesh of the face still did not relieve the pain.

Qingqiu abandoned Shao Ji and recited the mantra, and attracted the "lotus" and "pity" imprints on the two handsome old spirit platforms, so that they knew the importance and should not act rashly. Whoever doesn't know the overall situation, who doesn't want to be with him, and if he abandons less, he will make that life worse than death.

"Stop!" Song Beijun said first, obviously he was more painful than Nan Weng, his pretty face was deformed, his finger bones were broken, and several were broken, "I respect Xiangjun, and I am willing to become a friend of the abandoned youth." Beijun made a statement.

Shangguan Nanweng was noncommittal, his heart seemed to have overturned the vinegar jar, he was furious, opened his hand, and summoned a purple electric ice pick.

The purple electric ice pick is Nan Weng's natal magic weapon, which has been practiced since childhood, and the machine spirit was born. The machine spirit of the ice pick is a bald woman with a very sharp head, her eyes are also very small, and there is only one vertical eye, brush, the machine spirit eye blooms with purple electricity, and splits towards the word "lotus" on the spirit platform.

Bang!

Purple rays danced, and the light soared into the sky. Nan Weng's sea of consciousness was churning, as if he was shaken by a mighty external force, and it was difficult to calm down. The Lingtai in the center of Zhihai is more like a reef in the stormy waves, which may collapse at any time.

With a roar, the word "lotus" burst out with thousands of auspicious rays, intertwined horizontally and vertically, and formed a large net, covering it down, covering the purple electric ice pick and the machine spirit.

"What a Xiangjun. The spirit of the purple electric ice pick, she pointed out, and the cold light suddenly rose, shining through the sea for thousands of miles, as bright as day. The wind stopped, the waves were fixed, and all thoughts were extinguished, only the voice of the instrument spirit sounded abruptly, "Shine on the light of the world, and sail through people." "Countless ice picks gathered together, turned into 300 dragon boats, moved without wind, and sailed through the waves. There is a person standing on each dragon boat, whose face is like gold paper, with a long beard dancing, reciting the Cihang Sutra.

The word "lotus" on the spirit platform calmed down, and the handwriting faded, as if it was powerless to fight against the spirit of the purple electric ice pick. The machine spirit is like the master of this heaven and earth, and her movements and stillness have her reasons.

"Nan Weng, you are looking for death. Qingqiu Qishao said indifferently, he had already sensed the change in the word "lotus" on the other party's spiritual platform, and he was immediately dissatisfied, and his anger suddenly grew. The fox's tail swept away, and the fox fire was rolling, cyan, and rushed towards Nan Weng in an instant.

Beijun is more knowledgeable about current affairs than Nan Weng, so his situation is much better, and the word "pity" on the spiritual platform no longer scorches him. "Shangguan Nanweng, you and the fox are torn apart, and it is best to die together. "Beijun is not easy to make a move, after all, he is very arrogant and unwilling to fake his hands to others.

Nan Weng is miserable, there is the word "lotus" inside to make waves, and there is a fox fire outside, "Taishang forgets the sword!" He swept the sword quickly, and then used the magic power of the sword, when he landed, the sword light surged, like a storm, like a raging wave, sweeping thousands of square feet. Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng The surrounding snakes, fox corpses, craggy rocks, and dwarf trees were all frozen, and a layer of green frost froze.

Beijun swung the Ten Thousand Snake Sword, and the sword qi surged, sweeping away the approaching frost and scorching it to the end. "It's not a wise thing to resist. When a man needs to make a (silenced) eye transaction, he doesn't have to think about anything, he just participates in the process, and the result is the most important thing. Beijun snorted. Since Nan Weng first betrayed him ideologically, Beijun seems to have changed as a person, with perverse thoughts and unscrupulous actions.

Because there was a fox fire bombarding Shangguan Nanweng outside, he had to be distracted, because of this, the purple electric ice picks and machine spirits in the sea were once again suppressed by the word "lotus", and the explosion rumbled, and the three hundred dragon boats were suddenly reduced to debris and scattered into the sky, and hundreds of people were also destroyed.

"Ahh

The lotus fragrance rose suddenly, and a phantom shadow came on the waves, and the hand knot (silenced) flower print, carrying the dust. "Little machine spirit, you can be proud of the confrontation for so long. "Xiangjun, this phantom is transformed by Xiangjun's residual consciousness, and it is born through the word "lotus".

The spirit of the purple ice pick suddenly felt bad, said goodbye, turned around, and fled towards the ice pick, but before she could fly in, she was pulled backwards by a great force, "Let go of me, let go of me!"

"Benjun will not let go. Xiangjun's phantom said, "You shouldn't resist the abandonment of the few, disappear." ”

Countless (silenced) flowers swirled in, like a knife wheel with a sharp edge, spinning towards the spirit of the purple electric ice pick. "Ahh

Xiang Jun's phantom suddenly picked up the dust and waved it forward, the silk of Buddha dust was like thousands of silver threads, rolling up a three-foot-long purple electric ice pick, and with a click, it was twisted into two. The machine spirit was completely silent, because it was dead, and there was no chance to turn around.

"Poof!"

Shangguan Nanweng spat out eight hundred catties of blood, "How could it be, the ice pick was destroyed." How so. ”

Boom, fox fire surged and devoured Nan Weng. He was silent, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. Beijun looked at it from afar, no joy or sorrow, just sneered.

"Beijun, you're fine. Qingqiu abandoned Shaodao, "Come with me to see Heishui Zhenjun, you will like him." ”

"Friends, you have the final say. Song Beijun said.

"Hahaha. Qingqiu Qishao smiled, "Beijun is really an interesting person. ”

"If you like, I can be funnier. Song Beijun said.

"No, it's good for you to be yourself, Ben Shao doesn't like to force others. "Abandon the Dao.