Yi Jinglan looked at it stupidly, and everything in the field immediately changed, who didn't know that this was a good time to attack. The dwarf tiger swung his knife and rushed, but he was closer to the demon cultivator and rushed out, and the rest of the four closest people also stepped forward, and the two of them each went to one person, the dwarf tiger slashed at the demon cultivator who fell to the ground, the demon cultivator pointed to the ground with one foot, and his body turned, and a back with the ghost head knife pasted, and a pair of palm knives went straight to the two people who pounced on him.

In this sudden wind and rain, Mo Xiuyan turned around and palmed, and the three of them rushed towards him at the same time, and he moved like a rabbit, as light as a swift, this kind of figure, Yi Jinglan immediately recalled the sword forging cliff back then, as soon as the sun came out, on the flat ground under the cliff, there were always several people besieging one person, and Mo Xiuyan was always the first person to be surrounded at this time, Master's method is always like this, let one person fight with the three people first, and add another person for every breath, until that person falls, this is over.

In the thirteen swords of the Sword Pavilion, one enemy can support a pillar of incense, except for the demon cultivator, there is no one else, the end of the world is lonely This method is called the stars holding the moon, as soon as the day dawns, the stars are going to chase the moon, after a duel fight, almost all of them have a green face, and then start to eat breakfast. And at this time, it is the most joyous time under the sword forging cliff, eating breakfast, looking at each other, counting the slap in the face by me, and the kick on my waist, no matter who it is, there is always a beating, or there is always someone who is beaten by him, in the drama of all kinds of laughter, the happiest time of the day is this time.

The scene in front of her was just like when the demon cultivator was under the sword forging cliff, which made Yi Jinglan feel an uncontrollable joy that surged in her heart. Slashed at Mo Xiuyan's waist again and again, at this time, Yi Jinglan remembered those wooden knives and wooden swords back then, when Mo Xiuyan swung at him, he always flattened the sword body, and a sword spine swept over him, while the others ······

Thinking of Yi Jinglan here, a flower in front of her eyes, a figure rushed to the front, waved a palm, didn't have time to dodge, raised her hand to block, one palm was blocked in front of her, and the other party's leg also kicked out at the same time. Yi Jinglan turned around to dodge, but there was another person on the side, and a punch hit the back.

Yi Jinglan shook forward, the sky was spinning, and her eyes were foggy, and the coquettish muffled sound came out, and the figure of the demon cultivator flashed, and he reached out to support the waist of Yi Jinglan who was rushing forward, and with a raised left hand, the half sleeve on his wrist flew towards the dwarf tiger who was swinging a knife. The half-cut sleeve that flew out was the way he played the thirteen swords of the Sword Pavilion when he was playing. In the face of the cruel fight under the sword forging cliff, all the clothes are often torn apart, and when it is extremely critical, Luo Mo will break the double pump, no matter who the straight sleeve flies to, not to mention whether it hurts or not, just that kind of big black shadow and rapid flying speed is a dangerous weapon in the vision. Although it is indecent, it can be under the sword forging cliff, this move, self-taught, this is a shameless way to play, but it can be used at this time, but it is just right.

Yi Jinglan, who was slapped in the back, at this time, Mo Xiuyan put one hand on his waist, and if he wanted to break free and stand up, he was a little dizzy, and with a slight force, the huge pain came over again, and in desperation, he had to tilt his head and let out a long breath.

Yilan Jing breathed out, and she was surprised to find that this was not a serious breath at all, but the kind of safe release after finally relying on it, but this is also accurate, it is more like the girl was held by Qing Yin for the first time, after holding her breath for a long time in excitement and shyness, she turned around, avoided Qing Xun's eyes, and hid in the dark for a long breath. There was a burst of pain in his back, accompanied by the itchy feeling in his heart, Luo Mo cared about himself back then, although when he was chasing the moon from the stars under the sword forging cliff, in a hurry, if he was present to participate, he would help, even if he was punished heavily, he would also help, but he had never held his hand once, all these years on the banks of the Jinsha River, Yi Jinglan was eating and drinking the joy of getting along with each other back then, and only then did he spend it alone.

At this time, in this desperate and dangerous situation, Mo Xiuyan's fighting figure, that warm and powerful hand, made her not want to move, so it would be the best, to die in such a scene, these years of loneliness can be regarded as compensated.

Mo Xiuyan didn't know how Yi Jinglan's injury was for a while, and she didn't know that under such a serious injury, she was still fluttering and looking for death and life, painfully hurting the injury on her back, enjoying the kind of happy satisfaction that she couldn't explain herself. Holding Yi Jinglan with one hand, he slid his body, raised his leg and kicked at a person who was about to slap Yi Jinglan's face, but the person was defenseless, and he was in the middle of the waist and abdomen, and he slipped and fell down.

Turning around, they exchanged the hand on Yi Jinglan's waist, and the eyes of the two looked at each other. Seeing this situation, Mo Xiuyan thought that Yi Jinglan was too seriously injured, and the anger in his heart that disappeared many years ago ignited at once, gritted his teeth, and his eyes couldn't bear to look at Yi Jinglan's closure anymore. At this time, what Yi Jinglan saw was that the muscles on Mo Xiuyan's face moved slightly, the kind of twitching that worried about her injury, and her eyes were slightly closed, where would she think that this was the look in Mo Xiuyan's eyes that was about to erupt with anger when he was angry.

Another hand struck at Yi Jinglan, Mo Xiuyan, who had just changed his hand and was holding Yi Jinglan's waist, didn't think about it, he bent over, and crashed into the person with one shoulder, just because his body moved a little bigger, only one fingertip had not left Yi Jinglan's waist, and he knocked the person away, and as soon as he turned around, Mo Xiuyan's fingertips were against Yi Jinglan's waist, but the fingertips were against Yi Jinglan's waist, but the fingertips were against Yi Jinglan's waist anymore, and her body couldn't help but tremble. Mo Xiuyan couldn't feel Yi Jinglan's trembling when he stretched out his hands just now, he thought that Yi Jinglan was so injured that she might not be able to stand, and her body was a little out of control.

A roar of 'Ah······hhhhh

Mo Xiuyan never left Yi Jinglan's waist with one hand, trying his best to support Yi Jinglan, sliding and moving in circles, flying up is one leg, kicking at the dwarf tiger who came again with a knife, the dwarf tiger kicked his wrist, and the knife flew out high. At this time, Mo Xiuyan's figure was like a cloth belt wrapped around Yi Jinglan's waist, and he would kick out a little bit, and after hitting a person, his left hand would be replaced by his right hand, and the palm that had been warmed up was always pressed on Yi Jinglan's waist, slightly carrying internal force, urging, and injecting into Yi Jinglan's body, helping Yi Jinglan support her body.

"Oh my God······ Yi Jinglan looked at Mo Xiuyan with a pair of eyes, holding herself with one hand, and a body, quickly wrapped around her waist, flying around, resisting the enemies who kept attacking her, a feeling that had disappeared for many years exploded in her heart, making her no longer able to control the nerve of her emotions, and even a sigh that couldn't help but snort in her mouth was something she didn't know.

Hearing Yi Jinglan's sigh, as soon as Mo Xiuyan turned behind Yi Jinglan, her long black hair rose upward, wisps of dawn on his face, and at this time, the number of people attacking them increased a lot, among them was a ghost-headed big knife.

After Yi Jinglan sighed, her legs seemed to be unable to support herself anymore, and she bent her knees, with the intention of sitting down, but the situation at this time was extremely fast, if Mo Xiuyan was not careful, whether it was herself or Yi Jinglan, there was a danger of being slashed by a knife.

Looking at those sword walls like swinging ghost-headed knives, Yi Jinglan was under the protection of Mo Xiuyan, like a small boat on the crest of the waves in a storm, and Mo Xiuyan was the boat, and she herself was the person on the boat. This is this kind of happiness, a kind of happiness that Yi Jinglan has never had after living for so many years, she doesn't want to move, she wants to make this moment eternal, to be able to die like this, that is eternal life, a happy eternal life.

One hand on Yi Jinglan's waist branch of the Mo Xiuyan, he knew that Yi Jinglan at this time was a pillar that stood up to the sky, he couldn't let this pillar fall, protecting her safety was his promise by the Jinsha River, he had no friends to die again, except for his family, he had nothing left, although he didn't have time to think like this at this time, but everything he fought hard told him like this, when he was by the Jinsha River, Luo Mo also cultivated the sword soul and used their lives to interpret the meaning of friends and senior brothers, at this time, Yi Jinglan was his junior sister, one of the few friends he could trust, these don't need him to think, When there were bursts of pain in his hands and feet, and the sound of bone cracking knives flying was heard, it all explained the memories and thoughts in his heart at this time.

The scene by the Jinsha River is back in front of me, only here it has become a house, the place of fight is narrower, and the good thing is that there are no arrows flying constantly. Those scenes splashed with blood moved quickly in front of me:

The heart has no sword, but the heaven and the earth have a handle

There is no sword in the heart, and people are sword marks

When the light shifts, there is no time, and the distance between the north and the south is far and near

The sun and the moon are in the firmament, and the earth is the blade of the sky

There is no sword in the heart, and the sword is like a streamer breaking through the dark clouds

There is no sword in the heart, the sword is in the heart

The heart sword is invincible

There is a sword in his hand to look ahead, and a sword cannot defeat Artemisia Ge

The sword is not in the hand, and the sword is urging the mountains to roll the long river

Demon Xiuyan thought of this swordless in his mouth, and one person instantly turned into a myriad, and for a while, the green mangs skyrocketed, except for Yi Jinglan's standing figure, and Mo Xiuyan turned into a fog belt, wrapped around Yi Jinglan's body. Yi Jinglan could feel from every pore at this time, the thoughts and actions of Mo Xiuyan to protect her, and every time Mo Xiuyan changed her palms, the internal force and upward pull on her body were telling her, 'Don't be afraid, I'm here.' ’

"My heart is skewed!"

In every person who was kicked down by Demon Xiuyan, the feeling and feedback that was passed on to him was that he was about to enter a state of concentration and forgetfulness at this time, and Yi Jinglan's crying voice came into his ears.