"Oh, the identity of the sect master is getting more and more strange. Li Qingge was still making his own judgment on the side, and then looked at Ling Hua Qianxue and Yue Yin.

"Sister Yin's good smell should be the power of the Heavenly Dao to do Yao and you, but in this case, why is this force controlling Sister Yin's continuous fighting, Sister Qianxue's breath is also very strange, as if there is an inexplicable power that is constantly stimulating them to fight, and the battle between the sect master. ”

Li Qingge gradually discovered the clues among them, in the infinite chaotic battle, the momentum of the three parties is further rising, the killing intent at this moment is no longer the absolute strength that Li Qingge can participate in, even if the impact of the three-party chaotic battle is still the limit that Li Qingge can't bear, he can only do it in a hurry.

The mutual restraint between Ling Hua Qianxue and Yue Yin, and the killing intent that emerged from Ming Er's body, collided with each other, even more contaminated with a killing red, and at the moment of fighting each other, a stronger sword qi was displayed in the misty dream weaving clouds.

The power of the leylines of the entire Dream Immortal Valley continued to emerge under the impact of the sword qi of the three parties, and the demonic energy in the second gong body was even more crazy after receiving the blessing of the power of this leyline, condensing into a colder blood color, and surging towards the moon rank and Linghua Qianxue in the sky with a ruthless battle.

Li Qingge was still outside the battle circle looking at the three people on the battlefield, not knowing when the killing between them would stop, and he didn't know what the final result would become, but no matter what the ending was, it was not what Li Qingge wanted to see.

She instinctively didn't want to let Minger be hurt, and she didn't want to lose Yue Zhiyin and Linghua Qianxue in the battle, at this moment, the endless war was already more anxious, and no power could separate them.

Li Qingge looked at the battle in front of him, even though the sword intent in the gong body could dissect all the cloud dreams, but his anxious heart became more and more anxious in the continuous evaporation of the sword qi: "What should I do, if it goes on like this, it will really kill people." ”

The panic in front of him glanced at the three people in the chaos of war again, and the overturned figure formed a more bizarre scene space in the interweaving of sword intent and killing intent, and the misty scene in the clouds of weaving dreams was even colder in this scarlet killing, and the agitation of war intent continued to knock on Li Qingge's heart.

"What the hell is going to be. Li Qingge couldn't help but snort anxiously, and then retracted the sword light in his body to look at the halo around him, the flood of Dream Weaving clouds made the entire Dream Weaving Hometown more ethereal, Li Qingge couldn't clearly see the uniqueness of the surrounding environment.

Caught in the quicksand of time, a stream of flying sand surged at this time, blowing Li Qingge's sideburns and a touch of hair, Li Qingge's heart suddenly felt a trace of coolness and gradually calmed down his anxious heart: "By the way, the space we are in is within the afterimage of the quicksand in the past, if we can break the space in front of us, we can separate them." ”

In the misty space, covered by wind and sand again, Li Qingge found a gap, and under the cover of his own sword intent, he stood down and came out with an unprecedented sword light, and the blazing sword intent was directly connected to the surging of this flying sand.

"Ten Hearts Sword, reincarnation. ”

Directly operating the reincarnation sword momentum that he was most familiar with, he took the quicksand years in front of him, and pulled it towards the space in front of him, gradually opening a gap in time and space, and surging to the three people in the war.

Li Qingge's sword shredded the impact of this wind and sand, and the three people in the battle all felt a momentum of the Xuan vein rippling between the two sides, and their minds were instantly turbulent, just after watching a wind and sand with the trills of time, wrapping the three of them.

"Get out of there quickly, Sister Rank. Li Qingge shouted loudly in his mouth, shouting to the three people who were wrapped in the wind and sand of time, and the sweep of the wind and sand turned the entire battlefield into a smear, directly tearing the trills of time.

"Bang ......" seemed to have something shattered in the sweep of the wind and sand, and the figure of Ming Er was completely swept into the turmoil of the wind and sand, and Li Qingge's figure hurriedly rushed to another space wrapped in fragments of wind and sand, and at the same time as she rushed to the figure in front of her, she was engulfed by the smoke and dust behind her.

In an instant, only Ling Hua Qianxue was left in the separated battlefield, and the clarity between his thoughts was clear at the moment when Ming Er disappeared in front of him, looking at the remnants of the battle that abandoned you and was beaten, Ling Hua Qianxue's cold face came with a touch of nostalgia: "Heh, the trills of time, never merciless, only hate." ”

With a cold snort, the inside of the Dream Weaving Hometown returned to its original state again, the figures of Ming Er, Yue Zhiyin and Li Qingge completely dissipated from the current space, and Ling Hua Qianxue immediately walked slowly towards the Dream Weaving Hometown, and the Dream Weaving Cloud Smoke at the entire edge was even thicker after Ling Hua Qianxue walked over, and gradually calmed down on the earth, and the power of the leylines settled down in the flood of Dream Weaving Cloud Smoke, as if the war just now had never happened.

At the same time that Li Qingge rushed towards the moon rank, he was swept away by the wind and sand behind him, and the whole person's body returned to the desolation of the ghost dead place, looking at the yellow sand under his feet, mixed with the sweep of countless wind and sand, there was no one in front of him, and then he could only sigh: "Hey, it seems that I still walked away with Sister Yin, I don't know what kind of scene I will face, I hope it is not the scene of the previous battle with the sect master." ”

His own sword intent is more subtle in the afterimage of time, the sword intent that connects to the entire Heavenly Dao is more intense in the process of Li Qingge's stepping forward, and his mind is more determined after seeing the changes in the second name and the moon title, and the trilling sound of the time that has passed makes Li Qingge's sword intent as mysterious as the Heavenly Dao.

The traces of walking forward were gradually covered by the years of wind and sand, and a corner of Tianyuan time and space left behind an unknown number of legends of swordsmen, Li Qingge's figure also disappeared suddenly in the previous movement, but it gradually manifested itself in the impact of the next wind and sand, and his own sword intent was between the light and the extinction, moving towards the mysterious realm.

The moon rank was finally swept away by a wind and sand, and fell into the torrent of history that I don't know when, and what appeared in front of me was the land of Tianyuan, but it was even more ruined in the chaos of war.

With a trace of doubt, her heart has regained clarity, but the previous war has always haunted her heart, and the battle intent in her heart was pulled up the moment she thought of Ming Er, and even the effect of life between herself and Ming Er was even more obvious when the war spirit boiled.

"Name two, your identity is interesting. The moment my heart was settled, an oppressive war broke out in front of my eyes.

The demon god was raging, ruthlessly harvesting everyone's lives, and the moment Yue Yinyin's own killing intent thought of the second name, it became even more intense, facing the scene in this battle, and the coldness in his eyes already showed the unhappiness in his heart.

"Wakatsuki, sword mirage. ”

The figure appeared in front of the demon god in front of him, and the light of the day was instantly shrouded in the boundless moonlight halo, instantly dyeing the entire sky into the tranquility of the night, and the instantaneous transformation of day and night completely attracted the demon god who was constantly fighting, and the moment his burning eyes turned to the moon rank, a wild killing intent emerged.

In the light of the moon, the whole scene became ethereal and illusory, and the figure of the moon rose gently like a god, standing on the mirage of the cornice.

The moment he looked at the demon god present with his sandy eyes, Yuehua suddenly flashed, without any sound, and without any miserable howl, in Yuehua's car, the three demon god figures who rushed towards Yuehua's sound were all swallowed by the brilliance of Yuehua, and then turned into flying dust.

The sword aura mirage, the brilliance of a sword covered the scorching sun in the sky, the moonlight gradually disappeared slowly in the dissipation of the flying dust, and the figure of the moon rank was even more mysterious and superdusty, leaving a place of surprise, watching the back in front of him disappear into the eyes of the crowd.