As the Illusory Soul Power continues to grow, the situation inside it is also changing day by day.

Probably when her soul power reached the fifth order, a small river appeared in the illusion.

It is a very ordinary river, not wide, and its meandering shape is very similar to the spiritual river in her sea of knowledge.

And when her soul power reached the sixth order, in addition to the medicine garden being expanded again, a willow tree also appeared on the side of the stream.

A very ordinary willow tree, as soon as it appeared, it was in the form of an old willow, with coiled branches, and as her soul grew to the present day, the main trunk was so thick that it took ten people to hug her.

At this moment, Ye Lingyi is facing the river, sitting under this weeping willow that has not been budding for a long time, and the aura of her whole body is rare and comfortable and quiet.

Time passes without hurry.

What Ye Lingyi was holding in his left hand was the piece of purple hydrangea that was already perfect without carving, and the slight fluctuation of the space at the tip of his right finger indicated that a colorless soul fire was burning here.

However, she sat still for a long time, but she never made the next move.

The blue, mechanical cold light hit the shade of the trees, and the projection of the tidal water was enough to reach the area.

"Xishui, you say, what should I send?" There was a subtle distress in Ye Lingyi's voice, and he couldn't just throw this thing at him.

Tsk, trouble.

Shioshui's personality simulation is very complete, and it works to talk to her if it is not directive.

It's just that Ye Lingyi seems to have forgotten that in terms of the nature of the question, Xishui's answer mode is also limited.

The irregular numbers rolled rapidly in the illusory pupils of the tide, and her voice was mechanical and cold: "Master, based on your manual ability, Feng Xiyuan's immediate needs, and the aesthetics of this world, the most suitable suggestion is: You can make a hairpin." ”

Ye Lingyi's purple eyes lit up slightly, yes, hairpin!

However, Ye Lingyi squinted slightly, putting this in the first place...... Her manual abilities...... What's wrong!

The soul fire slowly came into contact with the purple yang jade, and Ye Lingyi's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

In her previous life, she had never had a birthday since she was seven years old, and the only bastard who needed her birthday present would always make strange requests such as asking her to kill some hacker, so this was the first time in her twenty years of life that she had prepared a birthday present for someone else.

As for Ye Moyu and Wu Liyue, there is still a grandfather...... They never allowed her to mention it.

Because he couldn't see it, and his soul power was supporting the soul fire that consumed a huge amount, Ye Lingyi could only grope for melting.

Yes, the tips of her left fingers were quickly discolored by her own soul fire!

As for her own perception, there was a demon, even if she didn't have a seizure, her perception of her body was still very dull, and she couldn't sense the temperature of her fingertips, and her mind was now more concentrated than ever, so that she didn't have the heart to find out about it at all.

And the tide water on the side, his eyes were full of coldness.

It's not that she doesn't care about Ye Lingyi, it's really that she's just an artificial intelligence, everything is only according to the program, her personality simulation is perfect, but in fact, she lacks feelings, which is easy to make advanced artificial intelligence out of control.

For example, there is no program that cares about people.

*

When the sun set, Ling Yi stood up after sitting for an afternoon.

She extinguished the soul fire in her right hand, twisted the hosta on her fingertips, and had a somewhat satisfied smile on her face.

If you know her presence, you will be "frightened" rather than amazed, and this smile appears on her face...... It's terrible!

Although it is indeed very beautiful.

Ye Lingyi's grasp of time has always been accurate, so the moment he entered the villa, it was just when the cold pain hit.

Looking at the hosta in his hand at the light, Ye Lingyi slowly fell silent.

Or maybe she's really a little, well, not that strong.

Ye Lingyi silently thought, breaking down five or six in seven seconds, it may just be enough speed.

Ye Lingyi swore that she really wanted to mold a flower on the hairpin.

Of course, the effect is the same as she expected, the stamens and filaments are there, the appearance is passable, and it looks very beautiful.

But, why, such a tall flower, if you look at it from a distance, how can it look more and more like a ...... Rabbit..

It's still the kind of dead cute!

It was easy to overtake a stick of incense when standing still, and the frustrated man finally found a perfect reason to convince himself.

The rabbit is also very good, Ye Lingyi secretly clenched his fists, and a hairpin can make two looks for her, which is also great, at least it is unique and definitely can't be imitated.

The most important thing is that, according to the calendar of this world, Feng cherishes his fate...... Rabbits!

Perfect!

Moreover, the purple yang jade itself is also powerful enough, and the white jade body is full of gorgeous and luxurious red filaments, which are more beautiful than the black and white colors that are twisted in the illusion.

There is also a point that has to be compromised, now that I am returning, I can just return to Yingjing on the evening of the fourteenth, and I still have one day to prepare. So there's no time to toss it again.

Ye Lingyi was relieved to put away the results of the afternoon, habitually shook Twilight's hand, and prepared to rush back from the illusion.

However, with a grip on her left hand, Ye Lingyi suddenly stopped.

Puzzled, he raised his hand and glanced at it apprehensively, and then, with a soft "tsk".

If she hadn't habitually held the hole, I'm afraid she wouldn't have found it.

After an afternoon of burning, there was no spiritual power around her body, and her thumb, index finger, and middle finger were already scorched.

Fortunately, Garfield was not there, she used her own soul fire, and fortunately, the cold self in her body was mostly offset by Feng's fate, otherwise her hand would be wasted.

But then again, if even half of these two were there, she wouldn't be like this.

Ye Lingyi was numb on the medicine, but all he thought about was how to hide from the person who was extremely delicate.

On weekdays, he can "squeeze" her for half a day if she misses a meal, if he sees it......

Ye Lingyi shook his head and came out of the illusion, called Ye Bing, and returned all the way to the northwest.

At this time, it is the twelfth day of April.

******

And when Ye Lingyi was busy in the southeast, the extreme north was not peaceful.

April 11, early in the morning, in the far north of the snowfield.

The far northern snowfield, which has been inaccessible for many years, has welcomed its third batch of uninvited guests in recent days.

Unlike the first time four people flew at high altitude and the second time one person appeared in the center of the snowfield out of thin air, this time there were thousands of people!

Moreover, this wave of people who came at the same time was not the same group.

*

The easternmost part of the Far North Snow Field, this is the largest group.

"Your Highness, do you know why Your Majesty designed that person to go to this extreme northern snowfield and then do it? It's not that the old man is cowardly, in this kind of place, there is no scruple when it really starts. The strength of the one in the Heavenly Peerless Mountains, our rabble, I'm afraid there will be no return! ”

"Su Xianfeng doesn't have to worry, the person you are afraid of is far away at the moment, and he can't come here at all, so there is no need to worry."

"Is Your Highness serious?!"

"The news of Tianji Pavilion, do you say it's true?"

"But the old man heard about ......"

"You've heard? What have you heard? Is she the master behind Tianji Pavilion? Hmph, she dared to say that you really dare to believe it! Do you think Tianji Pavilion has really developed to the current scale in just one year? The team of this Tianji Pavilion had already begun to be formed twenty years ago! How old was she twenty years ago? Her parents may not know each other. Although I don't know what method she used to make Tianji Pavilion not chase her, she can never be the master of Tianji Pavilion! Moreover, you look at Tianji Pavilion's style of acting, it is exquisite, where is it half a point similar to her! If the machine pavilion sells this news to us today, I am afraid that it is because it is inconvenient to come forward but I can't swallow this breath! ”

*

The far north snowfields are the westernmost of them.

There were only five people in this group.

In the vast snowfield, five dark night clothes, it is really not ordinary conspicuous.

"Boss, where did you get this errand from, to this kind of hellish place, is it reliable?"

"That's it, what else can only be contained and not killed, is this the job of a killer?"

"Ge Laozi, shut up for me, do you know who issued this task? Tianji Pavilion! I know what Tianji Pavilion is, no, if you can get to Tianji Pavilion through this matter, that's really it! Ge Laozi! ”

*

In the middle of the Far North Snow Field, it is the smallest group.

The two men in their robes and hats flew so fast that the footprints on the snow were not even clear, but they were covered in fresh snow in a matter of seconds.

"The queen has a request for the sect, and the sect master has an order, kill at all costs!"

"Why did Tianji Pavilion take the initiative to send news to the door, and is there any fraud in this?"

"No, how many years of word-of-mouth, they don't dare!"

"Well, if that one is really there, you and I still need to act at the opportunity, after all, the sect master also said that you and I are more important to the sect."

*

What is the common goal of the three groups of people, it is self-evident.

But the strange thing is that the news of these three parties is all from Tianji Pavilion, but the owner of Tianji Pavilion is actually Ye Lingyi.

So who spread the news that she is not in the extreme north but Feng Xiyuan is there?

******

On April 14, Shen Shi, Yingjing.

The miniature version of Ye Bing landed gorgeously in the Xiaoyao Palace.

Ye Lingyi, who rarely thinks clearly, has a special concave and landed shape this time, however, under the shocked or amazed gaze of everyone in the palace, Ye Lingyi turned around and went out without looking back.

Feng Xiyuan is not in the house.

If he was in Yingjing, it would be impossible not to be here.

On the way to Yunlai Pavilion in a rage, Ye Lingyi met Bai Lianbing, who he was looking for.

"Lingyi, what do you say, the prince of your family doesn't know why, why he refuses to come back with me. But don't worry, he seems to have something important in the Far North snowfield. You rushed all the way back in such a dusty manner, why don't you rest in Beijing for one night first, and I'll send you directly to the extreme northern snowfield tomorrow morning, how about it? If you go to this haggard appearance, the prince will also be worried. ”

What could it matter? Does she look haggard now?

Slander is slander, and Ye Lingyi was finally persuaded by Bai Lianbing's last sentence.

"Okay."

"Okay, it's good if you come to me tomorrow, Brother Luojiu is waiting to eat almond crisp, I'll leave first."

*

Just as the people of the extreme north didn't know that the Ye Lingyi they thought was in the southeast had actually been completed, Ye Lingyi didn't know that at the same time that she was persuaded by Bai Lianbing to turn around and return to the palace, in the extreme north, the two people in the clothes with the fastest footsteps entered the central area of the extreme northern snowfield, and from a distance, they saw the dark tent that was particularly dazzling in the vast snowfield.

The two glanced at each other, and lay on the ground silently, gradually hidden by the wind and snow.

*

On April 15, at the beginning of the day, Yunlai Pavilion.

Ye Lingyi didn't sleep all night last night, so her mood was not good.

But because the person she wanted to see was Luo Jiu, she still deliberately adjusted her mood.

The demon-like man, wearing a robe with loose hair, rubbing his sleepy eyes, poured tea and said softly in a tired and lazy voice: "I thought you came to see me early in the morning." Silly Bing, she went back to Silver City in the middle of the night last night. He slowly raised his eyebrows and smiled tiredly, "I finished eating the Bingmei she brought back a few days ago." ”

The bewitching person's pink lips bit the edge of the teacup, and his smile was beautiful and enchanting.

The glamorous and decadent atmosphere that emanates from all over the body at any time is enough to make anyone willing to fall for it.

It's just that-

Ye Lingyi looked at him deeply for a long time, until he couldn't bear to bear it and revealed a trace of cold light hidden in his eyes, Ye Lingyi raised his hand, and threw out a cold wind knife from his sleeve, and the large array of Yunlai Pavilion shattered in response.

Except for the question 'Bai Lianbing' just now, Ye Lingyi didn't say anything, she jumped onto Ye Bing's back and headed northwest.

Yue Luojiu leaned against the door frame like a boneless and smiled more and more enchantingly, but in those soft peach blossom eyes, there seemed to be a sword clashing.

******

On the morning of April 15, the Arctic Snow Field.

At the end of the day, the five men in black arrived at their destination and hid in the distance of the tent.

At a moment, Mu Qing came out expressionlessly, and under the frightened gaze of the five plus two people, he drew his sword and slashed in the air.

Directly opposite him, a place 600 meters long and 30 meters wide, the fierce wind and snow were torn apart violently, and the soft snow fell ten centimeters in an instant, compacted.

Mu Qing slowly retracted his sword and retreated back to the tent.

At two moments, Mu Qing walked out again, accompanied by Mo Chen.

One person held a sword and the other held a knife, one left and one right, guarding outside the tent.

At three moments, the prince and his entourage walked in, and what they embarked on was the long road drawn by Mu Qing's sword qi.

At this point, the three parties on the bright side arrived at their destination at the same time, and at the same time fell into a crushing dead silence.

At noon, Wu Yuncheng, who was the first to lose patience, stretched out his hand in the sedan chair to open the curtain and waved.

He still adhered to the caution that a prince of a country should have, and sat in a sedan chair and did not come out.

The atmosphere seems to freeze all of a sudden.

The old man, who was closest to the sedan chair and was also the most inconspicuous of more than a thousand people, slowly opened his eyes that had been closed.

Su Xianfeng didn't say anything, but two people behind him had already walked out consciously.

How difficult can the two shabby guards of a crippled waste prince be?

This is a matter that makes it clear that there is only meritorious service and no failure, and of course it is rushing to come.

The tent guards didn't move, but Mu Qing's eyelids drooped a little deeper, and the snow on his eyelashes was shaken off.

Mo Chen's hand touched the hilt of the sword, and resumed the posture of holding the sword, and the little snow on the hilt of the sword was gone.

This is visible to the naked eye.

What I couldn't see was that Mo Chen drew the knife, slashed the knife, and then put the knife away.

It's just that his speed is too fast, and no one present except Mu Qing saw the process of him drawing his knife, so it is impossible to have any reaction.

So the two middle-aged people who stood up were still walking forward happily and happily, but it was only their upper bodies that went forward.

"Puff" "Puff"

This is the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

However, after another three seconds, the two half-corpsed cavities burst out with magnificent and beautiful columns of blood.

Because the speed was too fast, so fast that it deceived the blood vessels and deceived the blood, until it slowly reacted, it broke through the barrier caused by the extreme speed on the surface of the fracture, and bloomed with gorgeous indulgence.

The warm and soft viscera, on the dry and cold snow, slowly painted and dyed, gorgeous, mysterious.

"The master loves clean."

"The master of the door is also bloodthirsty, the Blood Moon Gate kills people, and blood must be seen, this is an iron law."

"Whatever you want, don't splash on the tent, and don't splash on me."

"Think everyone is as stupid as you? Mo Chou is right, you are getting more and more ...... Mother! ”

“…… That little hoof is probably itchy again, help me remember, I'll have to clean her up when I get back. ”

……

The conversation between the two of them did not disturb the old man's progress, nor did he delay Mo Chen drew his sword and slashed three hundred and sixty degrees, compacting the surface snow within a radius of 100 miles, and at the same time, drew a circle with a diameter of six meters around the tent.

"Here you go."

"Why me?" Mo Chen put away the scabbard very preciously.

"Your personality is more suitable for the old man."

“…… Do you mean, your character, suitable for women? ”

“！ …… How do you know, that's ...... Woman? ”

"Don't worry about the smell on your body."

Not far away, the five black-clothed people choked together, and the other four stared at the boss one after another, going out to do the task, what kind of fat powder to bring!

"There are two more, how to divide them?"

"The master has been getting lazier lately." It's all used to being by Mrs., and Mo Chen silently made up for it in his heart.

"Then it's a quick fix." Mu Qing clenched his sword sheath.

Who said that people who are naturally silent have communication barriers, these two got together, although the tone was rigid and the voice was dry better than that of crows, but they chatted alive and played a big drama.

"Ahh

This is the sound of something shattering.

Everyone turned their heads and looked up at Wu Yuncheng's sedan chair.

At the sedan curtain, a handsome hand stretched out.

In that hand, there were several pieces of broken purple crystal.

The purple silk-like spiritual power escaped from that hand, and as the distance from the escape became farther and farther, the Dao silk-like spiritual power began to thicken.

The scene is small and grand, exquisite and magnificent, and in the end, it has become a spiritual power shroud that covers a radius of hundreds of miles.

Purple spiritual power, so far, there has never been a second one on the mainland.

The miniature formation plate was indeed from the hand of Ye Lingyi.

The isolation formation is the most common formation among the sixth-order formations.

Just because she was able to isolate a relatively independent space, it could barely be used as a defensive formation.

But when this formation passed through Ye Lingyi's hand, and she injected her own cold qi when she burned it, then the solidity of this formation was not just barely able to be used as a defensive formation.

Ye Lingyi is not here at the moment, but there are still people who recognize it as soon as the formation disc appears,

In a tenth of a second, the man who had closed his eyes suddenly went from the couch to the curtain of the tent.

After the sound of "Qila", his hand froze in mid-air, and the clothes he had brought up in a hurry fell down flutteringly.

also fell, and his whole person.

Feng Xiyuan glanced at her unconscious legs, her gaze deep.

The perfect smile on the perfect face can't tell whether it is more lost or more bitter, but in the depths of those beautiful eyes, there is a little more loneliness.

It turns out that he really has the time when he can stand up when his legs are unconscious without using the power of space.

In the past, I tried so many methods to stimulate to no avail, it turned out,

It's just a hint of her breath.

This is probably his most embarrassing moment, just like the same hour back then, he shrank in the carriage, covered his mouth, timidly opened a curtain, and looked at Ling Chi's mother who was stabbed in the crowd.

Mother and son were connected, and of course the mother concubine also saw him, however, at that time, the mother concubine was laughing.

Later, after the smile slowly faded over time, he gradually understood, in that smile, there was anxiety and relief, hope and reluctance, but more than that, it was guilt.

But at that time, he didn't understand, he just felt that it hurt.

I felt that my mother's body was in pain, and I felt that my heart was also hurting for no reason, and it was clear that no one took a knife to cut him off.

Feng Xiyuan suddenly sighed.

He took a velvet blanket and threw it on the ground, and moved his hands to the direction of the wheelchair a little bit, and his drooping eyes were complicated.

This should be the scene that those people outside have been longing for countless times, and I can't imagine that this day will really be realized.

Fortunately, she wasn't there.

Outside the tent.

The five men in black stood out of the heavy snow.

Except for the boss, the other four, although they are masked, their slender postures have their own merits, they are really women, and they are not bad in terms of figure.

Mu Qing walked west without saying a word, and like Mo Chen, stood outside the circle of the knife.

The battle of the Heavenly Rank Master should have the potential to collapse the heavens and the earth.

But now, the tent, the prince, and the mission requirements all have scruples, so they invariably did not use a wide range of martial arts.

What you fight is just combat literacy.

In this way, it is a good thing for Mu Mo and the others.

The two of them were in the same situation as the group of people in the upper realm of the family that day and night, even if their cultivation was high, in the Heavenfall, the spiritual power they could use was no more than the Heavenly Rank, and sometimes they were not as good as the local people of the Heavenly Rank for many years.

The battle is about to break out, and no one can intervene in the battlefield between the two sides.

*

The battlefield east of the tent.

"Those who learn to sword must first find their own way. You've chosen the knife, and when you first hold the hilt, you'll already have the knife, and all you need to do is find it! ”

This calm and majestic voice, but in fact, it sounded like a heavenly sound, buried in the deepest part of Mo Chen's memory, and at this moment, it turned over again.

Although the four of them have their own strengths, their natal weapons are all knives, and they are all fortunate to be taught by the master of the sect himself.

Mo Yin's sword path is exactly his name, hidden, seeking to be invisible and traceless.

Mo Wu's knife path is soft, and it is to overcome rigidity with softness.

Mo Chou's knife path is straight, seeking, and it is an indomitable momentum.

And his Mo Chen's sword path ......

Mo Chen clenched the hilt of the knife.

The scabbard had been removed by him before the battle.

Because, what he seeks is extremely fast!

It is said that there is a battle for speed, and it should have been carried out quickly.

But in fact, it is the opposite.

This Su worship, although he is not the one who follows the emperor every day, but in fact, he is the one who really protects the emperor in secret.

Because, what he is best at is defense!

Emperor Yuansheng dared to let him go, and he really made a bloody investment.

Su worships two empty hands, and what keeps chopping out is a hand knife;

Mo Chen's feet stepped on the maze and walked around Su Feng in a circle, walking in a circle with the same diameter, and what kept cutting out was the sword qi.

The flesh palm and the knife qi collided fiercely, but in exchange for the elimination of the two.

Mo Chen was shocked that there was someone on this continent who could keep up with the speed at which he swung his sword, although he was not in a complete state now, but it was shocking enough.

Mo Chen's knife is getting faster and faster, not enough, not enough! There is no perfect defense in the world, he has to trade speed for time, as long as he doesn't catch a knife, it is enough to end this battle!

*

The battlefield on the west side of the tent.

The five black-clothed men stood in a circle, and Mu Qing stood in the center, holding his sword around his chest.

He still didn't draw his sword.

A swordsman, if he rarely draws his sword, then if you are his enemy, pray that he does not draw his sword.

The sword of the swordsman, in his heart, if he also has a sword in his hand, then at that moment, he is no longer a person, but a sword.

When the five black-clothed men swung their swords and slashed down, Mu Qing turned into such a sword.

The sword has a way of sword, and the king of soldiers naturally has its way.

And Mu Qing's sword path is potential.

The most common sword moves, slashing, stabbing, blocking, and picking, each move has its own potential in terms of position and strength.

As the battle progresses, he will establish his own sword domain.

And once the sword domain is formed, Mu Qing will no longer be defeated.

The sword domain, that is the top level of the "potential", when he accumulates momentum, there is no one to stop him, so when he becomes powerful, he will have no one to stop.

*

Outside of these two battlefields, there are still people.

Everyone else is quiet, but the meaning of quiet existence is always meant to be broken

"Brother Huang, Brother Huang is here, won't you come to greet you?" Wu Yuncheng seems to have the same quirks as Ye Lingyi, and he is surprisingly patient with the "dying man", and he even shouted such a "royal brother" for the first time.

However, in the tent, there was no sound.

For a long time, Wu Yuncheng seemed to have lost that hard-won patience, or perhaps, such a scene seemed to him to be an unchangeable foregone conclusion.

In short, he walked out of the sedan chair.

dressed in an apricot brocade dress, embroidered with a four-clawed golden python; The golden crown is high, the sword eyebrows and the phoenix eyes; There is handsomeness, and there is the majesty of the prince of a country.

I have to say that the genetic mechanism of the royal family is too good, and the children born of beauties naturally have a good skin.

However, there is always such a person in the world, who does not have to do anything, and regardless of their appearance and clothing, they can easily overpower everything around them.

For example, it happened to be sent out of the autonomously moving wheelchair at this moment, Feng Xiyuan.

In the fierce wind and snow, the fairy dressed in white, he was so quiet and beautiful.

Even if you can't walk on your legs, just sitting there with a faint smile is more holy than the snowflakes of this Sunday.

It's not that a sentence, that person, that smile, has nothing to do with the wind and snow, just because it is too beautiful and noble, just one glance is enough to amaze the entire sky and enter the heart.

Feng Xiyuan was draped in a big coat, and her legs were covered with a long velvet blanket, and her body was covered tightly.

The sick and crippled prince, isn't he just afraid of the cold?

"The royal brother is here, and the younger brother should have greeted him immediately, but he is inconvenienced, so forgive the imperial brother." He is the emperor of a country, the emperor of the ages, but he makes it so natural to make a small thing, obviously he should not want to be a brother.

People who know the truth will feel some distress and anger.

It's just that the thin lips are hooked too naturally, the smile is too clean, and the voice is gentle and warm, making people feel that even a trace of pity for him is a sin.

Wu Yuncheng clenched a pair of fists under his sleeves.

Here it is again, every time, why!

He is just a crippled prince, he Wu Yuncheng is the crown prince of the dynasty, why can he be stronger than him every time!

Firefly is, so is his restless future crown princess, and even the peerless doctor who is extremely respected in the pan-continent!

What the hell is good about him!

The green tendons on Wu Yuncheng's forehead gradually burst out, and he was just about to speak, but the voice that sounded particularly harsh to him lightly prevented him from opening his mouth.

"Brother Huang, forgive me, my brother still has something to do, and I ask Brother Huang to wait a while." Feng Xiyuan was still smiling, and regardless of whether the person on the other side agreed or not, Qingjun's slender hand reached behind his waist and pulled out an unsheathed sword.

Wu Yuncheng's reflexes were really not bad, and when the silver light first appeared, he suddenly took half a step back into a defensive position.

However, for a while, nothing happened.

He finally remembered that the person in front of him was nothing more than a sick man who never left the decoction every day, even if he was not a cripple or a waste, and he might not even have the strength to commit suicide with that sword.

Wu Yuncheng's face was slightly red, and he retreated to the same place.

These people brought by Wu Yuncheng, although many of them failed to follow the Yi army to the extreme north, but more of them were the disciples of the prince's mansion, and they were all forced by a group of livelihoods to cultivate the rivers and lakes, and they didn't have a strong concept of respect and inferiority at all, and it would be good to be able to stand up for face.

At this time, seeing that Wu Yuncheng was scared into this bear by a cripple, many people already snickered regardless of it.

Wu Yuncheng's face instantly turned red, and he was so ashamed that he forgot about it for a while.

However, the "culprit" of all this is as if nothing has happened, and it is still light and light.

Feng Xiyuan cut a strand of hair in her front arms with a sword and tied it to the hilt of the sword, and her voice was soft and soft: "Go, go find her." He held the sword up in his bosom and gave it away with a nudge in his palm.

The sword was extremely spiritual, and it came out of his hand very slowly, and then accelerated violently.

Although the purple spiritual power shield was only mixed with a little cold air from Ye Lingyi, it was indestructible in the eyes of the world.

And that long sword pierced so easily.

The speed of the sword became faster and faster, and the space that was cut through and the aura that was torn apart condensed into a colorful rainbow behind it.

This "Changhong" did not run through the sun, but went all the way to the south.

The road is far away, the Hauni is getting bigger and bigger, and when it reaches a populated place, it is already so vast that people can't help but take their breath away.

In the farmland, in the houses, and beside the post road, both ordinary people and cultivators all watched it go all the way, and then lowered their pious heads.

There is a position of national teacher in the middle of the Heavenly Fall Continent, which shows that although this is a cultivation world, it is still a place where there are gods and beliefs.

Therefore, people with pilgrimage hearts, in the face of such a grand scene, whether it is auspicious or evil, just because it is magnificent, so they give reverence.

However, few people know that this is recorded by later generations as a precursor to the subversion of the dynasty and the turmoil in the mainland, but it is only because of the push of an immortal on the other side.

And at this moment, the immortal was suffering from one of the rare predicaments in his voice.

*

"Prince, that sword, so sharp, maybe it's the ......" The man in the servant's clothes who was standing near the sedan chair leaned over to Wu Yuncheng and whispered.

Wu Yuncheng was startled at first when he heard this, and then sneered, I see.

Just now, he was still shocked when this waste would be able to cultivate, but he forgot that the sword was most likely given to him by the Peerless Doctor!

This cripple has no other skills, but this face is better than the leader of the Xianggu Pavilion! By that he was enough to get a good deal from him.

Thinking of this, Wu Yuncheng's face was a little pale, and he was really worried.

He sneered: "What? Are you still expecting the Doctor to come and save you? I'm not afraid to tell you the truth, the Doctor is far away in the southeast now, and he can't come back at all! Besides, do you think the Doctor will really tear his face with the royal family for you? Is it true that the rumor that 'the Absolute Doctor is in love with you' is true? It's just a whims-of-a-kind sight to see a cripple you've never played with before, what are you! ”

It is unknown whether Ye Lingyi will tear his face with the royal family, but Wu Yuncheng at this moment obviously doesn't want this obstructive face.

In the southeast, Feng Xiyuan's dark phoenix eyes had thin red threads flowing, and in the information he found, she didn't seem to have been to the southeast when she was traveling.

Feng Xiyuan's obviously distracted expression easily angered His Royal Highness the Prince.

"Feng Xiyuan!" Wu Yuncheng shouted angrily, drinking up a lot of jealousy and unwillingness in his heart over the years!

"Today is your time of death! Something like you, which will only bring shame to my royal family, should not have survived a long time ago! ”

Feng Xiyuan was so hard that he could react to Wu Yuncheng's jumping feet, he moved his body and sat up straighter, but the faint look on his face never changed.

A hideous smile appeared on Wu Yuncheng's face, he slowly raised his right hand, and the earth-based yellow spiritual power belonging to the martial arts family condensed in his palm.

Although His Majesty was unwilling in his early years, Empress Li was once a young genius who was famous in Yingjing, Wu Yun inherited the talent of his mother, and as the prince of a country, the best teacher and the best resource were to have already stepped into the advanced Xuan Rank.

Therefore, this move is not in vain.

The fairy in the wheelchair glanced at the spiritual power lightly, still smiling elegantly.

The yellow spiritual power was sent out, and the wind brought by the spiritual power blew Feng Xiyuan's hair.

The picture seems to stand still at this moment.

When everything restarts,

The wheelchair flipped out, crushing the velvet blanket on the ground;

Feng Xiyuan fell into the arms of Mu Qing, who was forcibly removed from the battlefield by three swords on his back and was eaten by the sword domain;

The two of them rubbed a deep scratch on the snow that was already very solid;

Mo Chensheng received nine palms from Su and stood in front of the two of them.

All this really happened so fast that the three of them had blood at the corners of their mouths at the same time.

The advantages that had been built up on both battlefields were gone.

But Mu Qing Mochen was in no mood to care about that bit of at the moment.

"Master, you ......" Mu Qing's face was paralyzed, and his expression was already broken.

Of course he was shocked, because this was something he couldn't even think of, how could it happen!

No matter how open-minded the master is, it is impossible for his pride to allow him to be injured in the hands of a scum like Wu Yuncheng.

Can be ...... now Could it be that the princess's holy lotus is useless? But even so, the master is ......

Feng Xiyuan slowly wiped the bloodshot from the corners of his mouth with his fingertips, his movements were still elegant and calm, and his slightly soft voice was still calm and calm: "You have your battles, you don't have to take care of me." ”

"Master!"

"Door Master!"

Mu Qing lowered his head, and Mo Chen turned around and knelt on one knee in the snow.

"It's an order, go!" Feng Xiyuan's voice sank.

Whatever it is, as soon as the word "order" comes out, it is impossible to change.

After a while, Mo Chen clenched the handle of the knife suddenly, and the knife qi that was cut out to Su Xianfeng during the rush was three points faster than before!

No matter how expressionless and heartless people are, they are also scolding in their hearts with red eyes at this moment.

If there is no such bullshit Tianbi, these minions, where is it worth his complete knife!

Mu Qing helped Feng to sit up straight, and when he got up and turned his head, he had already recovered his expressionless face.

The five black-clothed men glanced at each other, and the slight hesitation in their eyes immediately turned into fierceness, and they raised their knives again to surround Mu Qing.

At the moment, there is no choice.

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The two unexpectedly terminated battlefields continued, and the scene seemed to be the same as before, but it was only seeming.

Wu Yuncheng had a sincere smile on his face.

Yes, that's it! Isn't he always the one who doesn't stir up dust? He's going to let him fall into the mud!

Wu Yuncheng raised his hand again, and more powerful spiritual power was condensing.

He must not be allowed to die like this!

It's a taste of despair, but it's so good!

When the queen mother was under house arrest for three years before marriage in the Prime Minister's Mansion, his mother's slut was happy and happy by his father's side and was praised by the world!

In those three years, the queen mother and the ignorant him, but they tasted all the despair!

Mu Qing and Mo Chen waved the swords in their hands almost like crazy, as if they were not the opponent in front of them, but the heavenly wall that imprisoned them!

And that immortal, he is the only quiet person in the field from heart to body.

Feng Xiyuan straightened her legs and straightened the robe on her body very seriously.

However, the clothes were dirty after all, and he tossed his eyebrows for a long time and had to give up.

Feng Xiyuan was completely silent, but the yellow spiritual power on the opposite side was booming head-on in Wu Yuncheng's increasingly fierce smile!

"Don't come." Feng Xiyuan's face was still light, and he still had that smile that seemed to be nothing.

Mu Qing turned his head abruptly, not looking in that direction again.

Master, you ......

And Mo Chen, his speed was even faster, so fast that even the shadows drawn from the corners of his robe were gone, only the increasingly dense sword qi proved that he had never left the battlefield.

The spiritual power of the earth system, the main defense is the best.

But when it is used for attack, no one can say that it is weak.

The irascible spiritual power factor turned into an earth dragon and roared away.

In the direction it went, there was a pair of deep and deep ink pupils,

There is no red mang.

The dignified generation of Emperor Yue, could it be that he really wanted to be buried in a casual move of a villain who was no more than a Xuanjie when the tiger fell to Pingyang today?

It sounds like a joke, but in the current situation, no, it can't be.

However, Feng Xiyuan was still calm, and he looked at the earth dragon in an instant......