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Seeing the blood-red Jiaolong's actions, Yan Wubian and Yan Minglang's minds turned slightly, and they guessed the intention of the Jiaolong's move, obviously wanting to devour the trapped Ai Yue's primordial spirit. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In this case, Yan Wubian and the two naturally couldn't make Jiaolong satisfied, before they devoured the Chiyan Yuanshen, Jiaolong's strength was already terrifying enough, if they continued to devour Ai Weiyue after devouring the Chiyan Yuanshen, wouldn't the hope of the two of them wanting to leave even more slim.

Moreover, saving the trapped Ai Weiyue can at least increase the combat power on their side, even if Ai Weiyue has been injured, but it will not completely lose its combat power, and it can more or less contain Jiaolong.

It was precisely because of this understanding that after seeing Ai Yueyue's trapped red ball shooting towards Jiaolong, Yan Wubian and Yan Minglang would shoot at the same time with their tacit understanding.

At the same time as the figure rushed out, the spiritual power in Yan Wubian's body had been continuously injected into the Heavenly Sword in his hand, and then a sword slashed out.

A sword gang that exuded a fierce aura instantly shot out from the tip of the sword, slashing fiercely into the void between the red ball of light and the dragon.

With a "bang", as if something had been struck, the sword burst open, and the messy wind spread out from the center of the explosion.

At the same time, the red ball of light that was shooting suddenly stopped, and a vague figure instantly appeared next to it, and it was Yan Minglang.

At this moment, Yan Minglang's face was solemn, holding a pitch-black scimitar, the scimitar exuded bursts of cold demonic energy, and with a swing of the knife, a black light swept through the surface of the red ball of light from top to bottom.

The dazzling red light instantly bloomed from the ball of light, and then burst open with a bang, turning into countless points of light and disappearing into the air, and Ai Yueyue's figure was revealed in front of everyone's eyes.

And at this time, Yan Wubian's figure also came to the other side of Ai Yueyue's side.

Ai Yueyue, whose face was a little pale, swept his gaze slightly from Yan Wubian and Yan Minglang next to him, and couldn't help but show a trace of gratitude, although he was trapped in the ball of light, everything that happened outside seemed to be vivid under his divine sense.

For Yan Wubian's two people to block the attack, the blood red dragon didn't have much reaction, his eyes swept past the heavenly sword in Yan Wubian's hand, and finally landed on Yan Minglang's scimitar, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he suddenly said to Yan Minglang:

"Cold Soul Blade, no wonder you can break through my blood net, what is your relationship with that old ghost of the sunset"

The words of the blood-red dragon couldn't help but make Yan Wubian and Ai Yue's eyes look towards the black scimitar, and Yan Minglang, who was the owner of the scimitar, was even more stunned, then came back to his senses and immediately said:

"The Sunset Holy Ancestor is the founding patriarch of my Yin Flower Sect, and this Cold Soul Blade is the one left by the Sunset Holy Ancestor, and it is the treasure of my Yin Flower Sect. ”

When the Sunset Saint Ancestor was mentioned in his words, Yan Minglang's tone would reveal a sense of respect, obviously, he had great respect for the founding patriarch of their Yin Flower Sect.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that Sunset guy to have a legacy left in the Demon Domain, which is really unexpected to me. ”

As if remembering something, Jiaolong, who muttered to himself, suddenly fell into deep thought.

"Do your predecessors know my Holy Ancestor?"

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Minglang then asked cautiously.

"Of course I know, and I don't know if that guy is still alive now. For the sake of Sunset, that guy used to be kind to me, I'll spare your life today. However, this Soul Chill Blade must be left for me, and it just so happens that my magic treasure was destroyed in the Great War of the year, so I will use it for a while for the time being. ”

He sighed melancholy, and then Jiaolong's tone changed, and he directly begged for the Cold Soul Blade, as if he was not worried that Yan Minglang would not give it to him at all.

"This"

When he heard Jiaolong say that he wanted to let him go, Yan Minglang's face was happy, but the second half of the sentence made his heart sink and hesitate for a while.

"Hmph, don't be ignorant, if you let me get it myself, then you don't want to leave. ”

Glancing at Yan Minglang with a cold look in his eyes, Jiaolong seemed to be a little impatient, and if he didn't give it, he would have to take action immediately.

His gaze swept over Ai Yueyue, who was not lightly injured, and stayed on Yan Wubian's body, Yan Minglang couldn't help but secretly smile bitterly, thinking of the terrifying power of Jiaolong's shot just now, with the injuries of the three of them, the strength is weak, even if they join forces, I am afraid that the chance of winning is not even a percent.

Thinking of this, Yan Minglang's mental defense line collapsed instantly, even if he was reluctant to bear the cold soul blade in his hand, but in today's situation, he had to endure cutting his love in exchange for his own life.

"I can stay with the Cold Soul Blade, but I also ask the seniors to show the juniors a way out of this place. ”

Yan Minglang, who had already made up his mind, then asked, and as soon as the words fell, his eyes couldn't help but look towards the hall.

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