As soon as he stretched out his hand, the void cracked, and a space-time tunnel appeared beside him, and the figure of Ying Long walked out of it.

As soon as Ying Long saw Xia Wenming, he immediately rushed up and asked in that motherly and gentle voice, "Xiao Wenming, are you thirsty?" ”

Looking at the cracked breastplate on Ying Long's chest, Xia Wenming took a few steps back imperceptibly, obviously having a psychological shadow on what happened before.

Hearing Ying Long's question again, Xia Wenming felt that his stomach began to cramp again, even if it was his god clone who had been poured a belly of milk before, but the milky smell was still not accepted by him in the slightest.

He took a few steps back again, trying to pretend to be indifferent and indifferent, and his tone was as cold as a ten thousand years of cold pool: "Nonsense, hurry up and turn into a weapon, don't delay my time." ”

Reprimanded by Xia Wenming's indifferent tone, Ying Long was still so gentle, and tolerated Xia Wenming's indifference with a clever smile: "Since it is what Xiao Wenming means, then it can only be like this." ”

Xia Wenming, who was healed by Ying Long's gentle smile, felt guilty in his heart, feeling that he was too ruthless and indifferent to her, after all, in order to comfort himself, this dragon did not hesitate to change its atomic structure, from a silicon-based creature to a carbon-based creature, in a sense, this is a degrade.

Xia Wenming felt that he should be kind to her, but then his face changed, and the thoughts that had just risen were extinguished by him, he looked at his hand that was pressed on her chest by Ying Long, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he was no longer indifferent and indifferent before.

Xia Wenming wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that Ying Long's strength was much greater than his own, and he couldn't withdraw it. He raised his head and looked at Ying Long's face. Suppressing his anger, trying to avoid revealing too much emotion: "Ying Long? What are you doing? ”

Who knew that Ying Long said with a serious face: "Draw your sword." Xiao Wenming. ”

Xia Wenming always felt that this scene had been seen in which plane, it seemed to be the earth of a certain technological plane, and a person named Joseph Pang Mailang often rode a motorcycle and drew a sword from the chest of a pink-haired girl.

With the power of Yuan Magnetism condensed in his hands, he was about to turn Ying Long into a divine sword.

But he heard Ying Long humming softly in the Star Spirit language: "Antukahl.Daugh-ron.Ee-saahtu!"

Najakarmenah.Nahdagahla!lok-natal. Shakalzen! Ziravekkryor!”

The beautiful melody reached Xia Wenming's ears, and although he wondered why Ying Long, a Cybertron creature, sang in the language of the Star Spirit, he still interpreted the meaning of Ying Long's singing: "The abandoned ruins are still beautiful. I've been here, waiting for your return. Hold on to that forget-me-not ......"

He looked at Ying Long suspiciously: "This song is pretty good, is it a song of the star spirit?" Or your Cybertron song? ”

"This is the song of the earthlings. It's called "βiοg-δ", but the earthlings call this song the Divine Comedy of Sword Drawing. Ying Long's face was adorned with a gentle smile, and a little golden light shone on his body, which was the power of Jinde and the power of the magnetic element.

When the light completely dissipated, Ying Long's body was gone, and a strange-shaped long sword appeared in Xia Wenming's hand, this blade suddenly looked like a dragon, and two golden chains extended down from the dragon's body. Locked on Xia Wenming's right hand. The dragon's horns extend from the left and right to form the hilt, and the dragon's wings turn into two halves of the sword, leaving a gap in between.

Xia Wenming held the sword transformed by the phoenix feather in one hand. Holding the sword that Ying Long turned into in one hand, indifference reappeared on his face, and he looked at Ji Ningyuan: "Let you make four moves." After four moves, I made a move. ”

Ji Ningyuan knew the huge gap between the two. How can you shout something like 'I don't need your mercy' or 'I don't need your concessions'?

In order to test Xia Wen's life, she even made a squeeze: "I hope so." I just hope that someone will not play any conspiracy and repent......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xia Wenming: "Conspiracy and trickery are used by the weak to calculate the strong, and people only need wisdom when they encounter opponents of the same level as themselves." When you meet someone who is far inferior to yourself, you can kill her with just one finger, and you don't need to spend your brain trying to calculate her, so you don't have to worry about me calculating you. ”

Although Ji Ningyuan was squeezed, she had already finished the temptation, and learned that Xia Wenming was not only disdainful, but also did not have to calculate her.

She glanced at Wangyan Shan who was on the side, and Wangyan Shan immediately understood, and the three elements of spirit and spirit converged, turning into three different figures, and flew to the other triangles of the Zhuxian Sword Array, while Ji Ningyuan sat in the formation of the Zhuxian Sword Formation to maintain the energy supply and operation of the Sword Formation.

Xia Wenming looked at the three figures that Wang Yan Shan turned into, and guessed a little in his heart: "First the Ten Thousand Immortal Array, then the Zhuxian Sword, and now it is the Three Qings of One Qi, and the flower god Wang Yan Shan turned out to be a disciple of the Qing Emperor Jun." ”

"In other words, your nether realm has been calculated a long time ago, and you are a pawn of the Qingdi Junbu? The so-called betrayal of heaven is just an excuse? ”

Wang Yanshan shook his head slightly: "That's not the case, I'm not any chess piece, whether it's the Great Master of the Blue Emperor or the Heavenly Emperor, they haven't given me any task, this time the Nether Realm is completely because I want to find His Majesty the Eastern Emperor." ”

Xia Wenming glanced at Yan Shan and said in his heart: A chess piece that doesn't know that he is a chess piece is the best chess piece. But the words were not spoken.

He bowed slightly, raised his sword and invited: "Since you are a disciple of Qingdi Jun, let me see how much you have learned from Qingdi Jun." ”

"As you wish." Wangyan Shan replied in unison with her three incarnations.

Among them, the red-clothed Yan Shan, who was sitting in the trapping immortal array, took the lead, pinching the seal in one hand and holding the immortal sword in the other, attracting the trapping immortal sword qi and slashing out head-on.

Xia Wenming looked at the seal of the red-clothed Yan Shan, and was slightly surprised: "The Great Day of the Western Sect is like a seal? It's still driven by the power of the sun and star that I gave you back then. It turns out that this incarnation of yours is an imitation of Xiao Liu'er's incarnation of Da Ri Rulai, which is not a bad idea. ”

I saw thousands of zhang of sword light, covering the heavens and the earth, and the brilliant sword light like the sun shook the sword array into a golden red, cutting the vitality in the sword array inch by inch, turning into countless fine dust flying.

The majestic and boundless power generated by the Great Sun Rulai Seal was perfectly combined by the exquisite strength skills of the red-clothed Yan Shan and the unparalleled sword intent momentum to form this earth-shattering sword.

Xia Wenming neither moved to dodge, nor did he swing his sword to block: "It's not a bad move, and the method of connecting Zhun Ti is still a bit wonderful, so that Xiao Liu'er can not go astray by following them." (To be continued.) )