"What a sound!"

A beautiful woman has already swept away from the wind.

Her body turned into a fantasy night suit, tightly tucked away.

This is not like Yan Xixin's body, the extraordinarily wide robe in the past, and it is extremely gorgeous, with complicated embellishments, and a lot of diamonds.

The nocturnal woman, as if she had amazing abilities, her body gliding slowly through the air.

Moreover, she seemed to be flying through the air.

The body is against the sky, and her figure is re-outlined.

And Yan Xixin, who has always seemed to be wide-hearted and fat, in this night dress, what she produced was amazing slenderness and perseverance.

Gestures are not ordinary people.

The arrogant and lonely temperament is quite unique.

Compared with the Yan Xixin in the past, the current Yan Xixin has changed in his bones.

Impossible, right?

"Xuan Zhongshi, I'm here."

Her figure flew over the trunk of a cedar tree dozens of meters high.

In front of me are dappled light, dazzling rain, fine and densely falling, quite lazy and light.

Yan Xixin pursed his lips.

"Imperial Soul, why are you so slow? Also, where is the Xuan Middle Age? ”

She was quite complaining, and her delicate moth eyebrows trembled slightly.

Indeed, a light but gorgeous sword, called - Royal Soul.

However, the reason why Yan Xixin regarded that small sword as a royal soul was also because of the Xuan Middle Ages.

"Moon Sword? This is not the location of the Xuan Middle Ages, so the boys and girls have parted ways? ”

Yan Xixin used reason to think about the problem, but she thought about it and felt that it was very wrong.

At his feet is the Imperial Soul Sword.

It was short, about half a foot, and she had difficulty standing on top of it.

It's "a toothpick", right?

It seems that Yan Xixin is as calm as a mountain in the wind and rain.

In her body, the perception that corresponds to the Xuan Middle World is the original blood bond.

She can also locate the direction of the Xuan Middle World, and her accuracy is also very high.

She didn't do that, though.

The delicate and slender Imperial Soul Sword had already broken through the air and smashed into it.

And Yan Xixin's face was as usual.

Its body also dived into the Qingcheng jungle on a rainy night.

It's already very quiet here, at least in the imperial capital, there is no dream.

In Yan Xixin's opinion, she has been here a few times, and naturally she is still very clear about the context of the rules and regulations here.

It's just that it's really unclear, where does the Moon-Chasing Sword of the Xuan Middle World go?

Yan Xixin controlled the agile soul sword that moved like a rabbit.

The sword qi was full, galloping, spreading.

In front of him, an inexplicable cold snap was released.

Her shield, has done everything.

The defense was opened, and Yan Xixin's body quickly disappeared into the verdant woodland.

At this moment, she held her cheeks to determine the position of the Xuan Middle Ages, and a touch of demonic qi was already in the air, cruising for a long time.

It was a hard-won demonic energy.

Yan Xixin looked intently, and the touch of demonic energy he had drawn out had flowed smoothly into the forest, and that one of the benchmarks, hanging in the sky was an iconic thing.

The faintly visible black arrow, pointing straight to the west.

Yan Xixin was still meditating.

Her body was long, and now, her slender body, hanging above the Imperial Soul Sword, was actually standing, steady.

"It's within the limits of what you can afford."

For a long time, thinking in the bottom of my heart, tossing and turning like her, I suddenly raised my head, and her face was beautiful and beautiful.

There is also the emotion of not admitting defeat, which is revealed on the face.

"Hinder me?"

Her beauty is picturesque.

Moreover, Yan Xixin's hardness is not only reflected in her current appearance and clothes.

Her voice is also extremely sharp.

Electric eyes, on her face, there was still a smile just now, and when she burst out of those two words "constraint", her heart was already invincible.

Therefore, she seems to be not good at talking, her expression has become stereotyped, and there are various emotions of Gujing Wubo.

Her smile was gone, and the next moment, the reason why she had changed so much was finally perfectly interpreted.

Because of the action "ghost", the obviously mysterious soul sword.

"Buzz!"

The body of the Imperial Soul Sword suddenly shook unruly.

Yan Xixin stood on the sword.

For a while, it was quite embarrassing.

It's because today's Imperial Soul Sword is so "nerve-inducing" - an irreversible force has emerged in its body, and how deep this guy's friendship with the Moon Chasing Sword is.

Deep to the extreme.

It was unwilling to follow Yan Xixin's instructions and fly to the West.

So, that is, there are two in the Xuan Middle World? If he always carries the Moon Chasing Sword, there is really only one possibility.

However, Yan Xixin believed in the next one.

Xuan Zhongshi and the Moon Chasing Sword are separated.

"Is it my son who matters, or is it month by month? No matter what, he has been poisoned, and if I become a wicked mother, I can really abandon him. ”

Yan Xixin gasped, his voice embarrassed.

She is naturally not afraid of the thousand-foot ravine under her.

And the soul sword that made her have to stick to its body and look for the moon-chasing sword, it can be said that it is useless.

Yan Xixin is just lazy!

The body moved for a moment.

This is Yan Xixin.

Yan Xixin's cultivation is also unfathomable.

Her flight ...... Actually, it's not necessary, it's just Edgeworth.

Standing with his hands in his hands, Yan Xixin's body was already a roaring ocean, and the indescribable strength was not demonic energy, what kind of breath was there on her body?

"Boom".

Her jade fingers tapped the Soul Sword in front of her.

On the Imperial Soul Sword, a faint layer of purple was faintly visible.

Yan Xixin seems to like purple very much.

Her head was raised inadvertently, and her face was vivid, but it was directly shrouded by the night clothes.

She's completely unknown.

Where the Moon Sword went, she didn't even think about it.

She just thinks that there is no end to the sea of suffering.

The body jumped to its feet.

She had already used her two fingers to twist the struggling Soul Sword.

On the Imperial Soul Sword, the sword qi criss-crossed.

Lines and deep textures.

It suddenly bloomed like a spider's web, it was sword qi, and it was a layer of aura like water.

"What can you do with me?"

She has refined the Imperial Soul Sword, what a "friendship" this is.

However, Yan Xixin has seen the unruliness of the Imperial Soul Sword several times, and she is not acting messy in the wind, and the latter has been shocked.

The dark light under her eyes flickered and was beautiful.

Her eyes were slightly mixed with a hint of purple, and there was no lack of cold waves, with a layer of light ripples.

The purple eyes are mysterious, and her whole person is also powerful.

Two fingers, can you twist a sword?

It doesn't matter how big it is, how thin it is.