His eyes suddenly became as sharp as a needle, like a serpent's letter, glowing with the darkest and sharpest light—it was the breath of killing and greed, and with just one glance, Leng Yue felt a strange tremor in his heart, and he was terrified. He shouted in a lost voice: "Ah Jiu, be careful, he is not the same face he used to be now!" ”

Nian Jiuling nodded slightly, he had already noticed Tong Yan's abnormality, and the soft sword flashed and stabbed at Tong Yan: "This is a soul control technique!" ”

No one could describe the speed of the sword, not even the lightning was half a beat slower than him.

Tong Yan sneered, his body hovered slightly, and he actually dodged, and then reached out to grab Leng Yue, Leng Yue was shocked, and he actually saw his hand bullying and forgot to dodge. "It's over!" As soon as her thought came to her mind, she felt her body tighten, and she spun in a circle on the spot, which had already dispelled the invisibility of the attacking force. She stood up dizzily, and only then did she see that she was standing behind Nian Jiuling.

The nine-year-old soft sword turned into a thousand shadows: "Uncle Shi, your opponent is me!" ”

The cold light in Tong Yan's eyes flowed, flashing with a cold glow like a needlepoint: "Nian Jiuling, you and I can only wait for death!" After finishing speaking, he turned around like lightning, and pulled out a sword out of nowhere, the sword light swung out like a rainbow, the sword rain was scattered, and the moves were all stabbed at the vital point of Nian Jiuling's body.

Nian Jiuling sneered slightly, and he didn't retreat. His hand shook slightly, and the soft sword was horizontal in front of him.

"Zheng!" With a sound on the ground, the two swords intersected, making a crisp sound like a dragon's groan, and the two of them each took three steps back, and their eyes were ruthless, flashing a trace of unwillingness - why did they tie with him when they were like this?

A look of surprise also flashed in Nian Jiuling's eyes. He had fought with Tong Yan before, although Tong Yan was his uncle, he was slightly inferior in martial arts and was well-versed in Taoism.

Now, his martial arts have advanced by leaps and bounds, this sword has been crossed, and Nian Jiuling has already felt that his current martial arts are not far from him, almost between Zhong Bo.

In just a few months, how did his martial arts improve? Could it be because of the practice of evil arts? Is it like Lim Boon Lang? But if it was an evil technique like He Lin Wenlang, he should be able to detect it, but now he can't detect anything.

Suddenly, a trace of doubt came to my heart: "Is he really the person behind the rampant demon soldiers this time?" His demonic martial arts were indeed the same as the rankings of the day, but it didn't seem to be strong enough to manipulate the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Jialan Kingdom in one fell swoop......

The tip of his sword pointed at Tong Yan: "Why are you in this Chinese military tent?" Where is the manager of the Jialan Army? ”

Tong Yan's face changed slightly, and he sneered: "Are you blind?" Don't you see me in this royal suit? Of course I'm the boss here! ”

His eyes were cold, with a madness and domineering spirit that was arrogant to all beings. It's also quite a bit of a king's demeanor. If someone else were replaced, maybe he would really be taken by his momentum, thinking that he was the commander of these hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers.

It's a pity that what he met was an extremely thoughtful Nian Jiuling.

Nian Jiuling's sea-like eyes were full of indifference and ridicule at the moment, and he said lightly: "You are already a prince, but unfortunately you are not the commander of the Jialan Kingdom, at best, you are just a puppet." The one who is really manipulating behind the scenes should be someone else. Who is he? ”

Tong Yan's face changed, as if he had been stripped of his disguised skin alive, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and suddenly laughed wildly: "Nian Jiuling!" Your master really didn't misread you......"

Nian Jiuling's heart hurts, who in this world can understand the pain in his heart? Master wanted to kill Leng Yue for the sake of the world, but he died, and he wanted to kill Leng Yue to avenge Master, but he fell in love with her, what is he living for now? Leng Yue doesn't love him, what is he still alive for? “…… Master ...... "Nian Jiuling muttered to himself, and suddenly he was about to kill himself with a sword.

Leng Yue had already discovered that Nian Jiuling was wrong, and shot down Nian Jiuling's sword and shouted: "Are you crazy? ”

Tong Yan suddenly looked at Leng Yue again, and said with a charming smile: "Don't worry, you won't die after he commits suicide, and you will only die if outsiders kill him." Come, let him die, and when he dies, you can be with me, and never separate......"

"Ah...... Nine ......" Leng Yue's eyes suddenly became chaotic, looking at Tong Yan, his face changed to Fang Qingzhuo for a while, and became Nian Jiuling for a while, and finally merged the advantages of the two of them, beckoning to her charmingly...... Leng Yue stepped forward slowly, and just as her hand was about to touch Tong Yan's hand, she waved her right hand violently, the cold light flashed, and the placket on Hongyan's chest was torn and bleeding.

"You...... Hmph, so you're just that. Tong Yan covered his wound unwillingly, he didn't expect Leng Yue to break his soul technique.

Leng Yue slapped Nian Jiuling awake, turned to Tong Yan and smiled coldly: "You are wrong, I really love the two of them, so much so that I can't tell who is more and who is less." You've used illusion to create a perfect combination of two, but that's not what I love. ”

Nian Jiuling came to his senses and took out a red silk thread from his arms, and as soon as the red silk thread came out, it began to twist like a living thing, and finally flew up in the air and shot towards Tong Yan...... The red thread passed through Tong Yan's wrists and ankles, like a shackle wrapped around him.

At this time, Tong Yan was in great pain, looked at Leng Yue with sad eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Save me...... Help me......"

Leng Yue was almost bewitched by his mournful voice, and Nian Jiuling had no choice but to hold her tightly in his arms and cover her ears......

He ...... Will you die......" Leng Yue finally squeezed out a few words.

"Hmm......" Nian Jiuling's voice was strange.

"Let him go...... What will happen? ”

"Lives are in misery......

"Alas......" sighed, erasing the screams of the child's face......

Leng Yue turned around and looked at the boy face who fell to the ground, his face was still so beautiful, but he couldn't open his eyes anymore......

"Let's go, the soldiers outside are already here." Mu Feng anxiously urged.

Nian Jiuling pulled Leng Yue and was about to go out, but Leng Yue stopped her figure and said with some begging: "Can you take him with you?" ”

Nian Jiuling looked at Tong Yan who fell to the ground, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay."

After speaking, he walked to Tong Yan and picked up his body.

Mu Feng disagreed and said: "No, it's already difficult for the three of us to break through, if we take him with us again, it will drag us down, and besides, he's dead, so let's throw it away." ”

Leng Yue said firmly: "No, the Taoist has already killed two people because of me, I can't even ignore his body, sending him back to the Holy Dragon Mountain can make me feel a little less guilty in my heart." ”

Mu Feng stopped talking, poured all his anger on the soldiers, and the three of them ran towards Xiliang City with a bloody path...... Just when the city gate isolated the soldiers of the Jialan Kingdom, and the three of them were relieved, Tong Yan, who was carrying Nian Jiuling's back, grabbed Leng Yue's arm and opened his eyes......

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