The people ahead of the Holy Road...

A delicate long hair is as smooth as a waterfall, but it is Yilian, who is wearing a white dress and a long skirt, peerless and immortal-like, and a fairy saint who is not spotted by the dust. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info ice muscles and jade bones, picturesque eyebrows, graceful and delicate figure, stepping on the void, has a kind of ethereal and free. Under the thin veil, there seems to be a face that captivates the country and the city, and stirs the soul

Gu Pansheng, a sword, a person, indescribable ethereal dust, and familiarity.

"It's her!"

Maihar stood in the holy road behind him, and couldn't help but feel a slight shock in his heart, if there was an acquaintance he didn't want to see in the North Holy Court for the time being, it was none other than her, but right now, he happened to meet him on the holy road.

The entanglement really didn't end there!

Mehal lowered his head slightly, hiding the furious, almost irrepressible terror in his eyes. Try to make your eyes cold, restrained, not showing any emotion, and stand still and watch.

"Wind Fairy Sword!"

The ethereal long sword swayed, the sword aura was like a rainbow, flying across the void!

In the second level, the identical seven figures, breath, realm, and four-color origin, all shot out to fight with the peerless immortal in front of them. The veil is frivolous, the figures are flying, and there is no monstrous power to destroy the world in the ethereal, but the clouds are light and the wind is light, there is a unique fragrance, the moon is closed, and the fish and geese are sunk.

But around the battle circle, there was a magnificent sword qi raging and rewinding, and the earth-shattering cold front tore through the clear sky clouds. The monstrous power inside, under the swing of a sword, a sword, is annihilated on the outside.

Generate amazing wave power!

"Oh, anyone?"

The white-clothed peerless immortal, looking back, the clear light of his eyes fell on the silver-haired Maihar, who was standing on the holy road in the distance. The original fairy-like cold and ethereal demeanor, after seeing Mehal's appearance, couldn't help but be moved, this young man who was not good-looking, the impression on her was too profound.

In her short years, he was like a blooming star, shining brightly.

"Mahal!"

"His Royal Highness Junqing!"

The two looked at each other and said their names to each other.

Fighting, stargazing, in a short period of time, it seems to go back to the first time they met, when Maihal and Kings broke into the border of chaos with their lives, they met His Royal Highness Junqing, a noble daughter of the sky.

McHal and Kings are not even qualified to know their names.

It's just that after the trip to the tribe, the two grew to the peak of the Shentai and had the interest of inviting His Royal Highness Junqing. It wasn't until later in the ruins of the galaxy that Maihar was abandoned to Kaiyuan by His Royal Highness Junqing at will.

The kindness of the two has come to an end completely, and they don't owe each other.

When Maihal opened up the three major star seas, and the combat power of Shentai was comparable to the peak of the fourth order, and even surpassed, at this time, he shook His Highness Junqing for the first time in a real sense. Even His Royal Highness Junqing, for the sake of the great inheritance of the living Three Princes, has to be afraid of him Mehal and wait for Mehal's decision!

"Seven-colored mantra!"

Ethereal and peerless, with a posture that was enough to make countless Shinto young people crazy, he turned around briskly, waved the breeze sword in his hand, shook it through the void, and stabbed at the seven people who attacked.

Mehal was silent, looking at the long sword in the hand of His Royal Highness Jun Qing, wielding a seven-colored blooming mandal, hooking the strange origin that had never been seen before, intertwined and condensed in a light breeze sword, and his cold eyes couldn't help but sink.

The real time of the meeting between the Star Ruins and the present day is only a few short years.

For a few years, His Royal Highness Jun Qing, who only had the peak of the Nine Heavens of the Shentai Realm, was a demonic giant. At this time, he was already reborn, no different from him, reaching the peak of the Nine Heavens of the Golden Core Realm, and comprehending what kind of origin he didn't know, and having the powerful capital to directly break through and become a peerless earl.

Fast, fast proves that His Royal Highness Junqing's talent, as well as the background standing behind him.

If you don't have a terrifying background, even if you have talent, you won't be promoted so quickly, just like Kings. If there was no terrifying background, His Royal Highness Junqing would not be qualified to go to the interior of the Star Ruins on behalf of the Northern Holy Court to find the great inheritance that belonged to the Holy Court countless thousands of years ago, and was lost and belonged to the Duke.

"Can't hide!"

Mahal muttered, the terrifying background of the Northern Holy Court standing behind His Highness Junqing is the reason why Maihar is most reluctant to meet His Highness Junqing now, and the relationship between the two is a friendship without maneuvering!

Enemies of life and death!

She lives, he dies, he dies, she lives, and Maihal never thinks that his enemies will give him life, or rather, a chance to make a comeback, and there is no chance of luck.

"Whew!"

The long sword of the breeze slashed.

Turning into a mandal, a magnificent sword qi that devoured all things suddenly appeared, more direct than the stars of Mehal, submerging the seven peerless graceful and ethereal figures in front of him, and the power of annihilation exploded.

"Puff puff!!"

Seven ethereal figures, in unison, flew upside down in unison, bursting into clouds of blood mist, disappearing above the void out of thin air, and the wind and waves sword qi disappeared in an instant, without any aftermath.

The breeze and long sword were sheathed, the white clothes were ethereal and stepped down, and the long hair was like a waterfall, with the coldness of the world.

"Honorable Highness Junqing, congratulations on passing the test of the second level of the Holy Road. The mechanical voice sounded again at the right time, carrying a certain respect, "Now you can choose, continue to walk upward, or end the Holy Path Test and obtain the identity token and recognition of the elite disciples of the Northern Holy Court." ”

The figure hangs in the air, hazy and mysterious, and suddenly appears silently.

"Choose to keep going!"

His Royal Highness Junqing's voice was empty and clear, like a clear spring, flowing through the heavens and the earth, and spreading to the figure.

But her gaze had already turned to the silver-haired Mehal who had come out closely, her eyes were complex, faintly profound, and she seemed to want to see through Mehal's progress in Shinto cultivation in the past few years, but after a long time, she found that she couldn't see through it.

The mysterious figure disappeared silently, the winding holy road, the clouds rolled upside down, and the heavens and the earth fell silent.

"I can't believe that in just a few years, you can reach a level that even I can't see. His Royal Highness Junqing was the first to speak, and he was generous, "This proves that my guess is right, if you don't die, your future prospects are limitless, and even like Guiguzi, you can reach the level of the son of the times and the attention of the world." ”

"This is also the reason why His Royal Highness Junqing sent a peerless powerhouse to wipe him out in advance?"

"It seems that you are still lingering!" His Royal Highness Jun Qing's cold and peerless demeanor appeared faintly gentle, "Since ancient times, Yingjie has suffered a lot, is open-minded, and challenges and tribulations, and is the heroic nobleman of the empire." ”

"How many tribulations have there been since ancient times?" said Mahal with a sneer.

His Royal Highness Junqing in front of him is really a tongue that is light and calm, big things turn into small things, and small things turn into nothing. But in the eyes of Mahal, even if it is small, in the future, it must be repaid and not tolerated.

. (To be continued.) )