The thunder is furious, and it is a thousand miles away.

Facing Tao Xiantian's sword style, Wen Yueting didn't think about it, and flew up, she knew that now that Qin Mo's strength was half gone, it was impossible for Lu Xiaofeng to block the front at the first time.

The Heavenly Demon Fan in his hand unfolded, but he saw that the dancing girls in various poses on the fan seemed to come to life, twisting their slender waists and flying out of the fan: "Qiankun borrows the law, and the Heavenly Demon Dance." ”

The sixteen-day demon dancer is like a slow and fast woman, wearing an ivory Buddha crown, wearing a Yingluo, a long and short red silk skirt, a gold silk jacket, a cloud shoulder sleeve gown, a ribbon, shoes and socks, holding various musical instruments, holding dances, and playing musical instruments.

The dance and music are combined, the dance of ecstasy reveals the diffuse Buddha nature, and the beautiful sound plays a trace of divinity.

Perform martial arts with Taoism, and experience Taoism with Buddha nature and divinity.

Lu Xiaofeng and Qin Mo, who were standing behind them, only admired in their hearts, the Heavenly Demon Dance was really interpreted by Wen Yueting to the realm of returning to the basics.

"A song of liver and intestines is broken, where to find a soulmate at the end of the world. Ouyang Qing, who didn't know when she woke up, looked at the Heavenly Demon Dance in front of her and couldn't help but cry.

Although the words were long, the time passed in a flash, and the sword qi and thunder carried the momentum of heaven and earth, rumbling like a hegemon of heaven and earth, regardless of the sixteen days of demon dancing girl crushed away.

The sound of the divineness seemed to have magical power, distorting the space around the thunder at the moment when the thunder sword qi invaded, and the ripples in the circle of space seemed to pull and pull, like a shock, and seemed to be oblique.

A little bit of thunder light sword qi was eliminated into invisibility, but at the same time that the magic sound affected the thunder sword qi, the thunder sword qi also affected the magic sound in turn, and even weakened the body of the sixteen heavenly demon dancing girls through the magic sound, and all the various musical instruments faded and disappeared little by little.

For a while, the two parties were at a stalemate, and the speed of the Thunder Sword Qi decreased again and again after entering the range of the Heavenly Demon Dance.

Qin Mo watched all this quietly, ready to resist Wen Yueting at any time, but what he didn't expect was that Wen Yueting's cultivation of the Dao method at any time, and the artistic conception she comprehended turned out to be a unique meaning of dance and music.

The sonic attack seems simple, but it is the most difficult to defend, and Wen Yueting actually comprehended the meaning of sound to the point of turning from virtual to real, and the dance of the Sixteen Heavenly Demon Dancing Girl has already gotten rid of the lowest way of charm, and even disrupts the space with her dancing posture, and the dance and music are coordinated, so that it is greater than three or greater than four, and the danger in the meantime is really difficult for outsiders.

Finally, a trace of black space crack appeared in the thunder sword qi, boom, and the thunder sword qi actually exploded ninety percent of the thunder sword qi, blasting a path in the Heavenly Demon Dancing Girl with a devastating momentum, and a small purple sword like jade soared out in an instant.

Wen Yueting's mouth was bleeding, and she swallowed back the blood that was about to spurt out.

Qin Mo's face froze, and he was about to make a move, the moment when Wen Yueting was injured was the moment when her aura was the most declining, but at this moment, there was a person who was one step ahead of Qin Mo.

"Lingxi finger!" Qin Mo looked at the small purple sword between Lu Xiaofeng's fingers that was struggling like a living swimming fish, and his face showed regret, he really wanted to comprehend Tao Xiantian's way of thunder.

"There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of clarity in the heart!" Tao Xiantian looked at Lu Xiaofeng with a complicated expression, he admitted that he had underestimated this plot character a little, not that he didn't want to detonate the Thunder Sword between Lu Xiaofeng's fingers, but after the Thunder Sword fell into Lu Xiaofeng's hands, he lost control of the Thunder Sword. Tao Xiantian somewhat understood what kind of artistic conception Lu Xiaofeng had cultivated.

It's really an interesting artistic conception! Tao Xiantian returned his sword to the sheath: "Lu Xiaofeng, I look forward to fighting with you again, Wen Yueting, Tao has learned the way of your dancing and music." ”

When the words fell, the thunder exploded, and Tao Xiantian was gone.

Until it was confirmed that Tao Xiantian was gone, everyone was relieved, the pressure brought by Tao Xiantian was too great, although he was sure that his side really wanted to fight with Tao Xiantian, he would only fall behind.

Wen Yueting's face was solemn: "Tao Xiantian is already groping for the silver high-level sword intent. "The silver high-level sword intent, one step away from the gold realm, has been able to condense a trace of the power of the prototype of the realm.

Wen Yueting's blank beauty fan slowly closed, and then the somewhat dim sixteen heavenly demon dancers turned into sixteen wisps of green smoke and drilled into the fan: "Let's go, I think I shouldn't have any surprises now." ”

Lu Xiaofeng shrugged his shoulders, and with a flick of his fingers, the fish-like purple sword turned into thunder, directly blasting the bluestone slab ground not far away into a deep pit.

Lu Xiaofeng left, took Ouyang Qing away, Qin Mo did not stop it, Wen Yueting did not stop it, so far, the biggest obstacle Tao family is more correct to say that Tao Xiantian has gone, Shengtong is not to worry, Qin Mo and Wen Yueting even let the death prison take away Shen Lian, whether it is successful or not, a newcomer with no strength, the most important thing to think about is how to complete the task and return to the Illusory Realm Pearl. In order to escape the pursuit of Qin Mo and others, but Qin Mo will not give him this opportunity, and neither will Wen Yueting.

Qin Mo looked at Lu Xiaofeng and the two of them who were far away and said, "How do you think Lu Xiaofeng will choose on the issue of Ye Gucheng?"

Wen Yueting covered her face with a fan: "I'm also quite interested in this answer, but with his nosy personality, hehe......"

Qin Mo glanced at Wen Yueting: "You still spit out that mouthful of blood, it's very uncomfortable to hold it." ”

Wen Yueting glared at Qin Mo: "I want you to take care of it, I'm fine." ”

Qin Mo shrugged: "Since you're fine, it's fine, and the rest will be left to you." ”

Wen Yueting: "Leave it to me?"

Qin Mo turned around and picked up the fat man and Gule: "Me, I'm going to drag Ye Gucheng." ”

"Hold Ye Gucheng, are you okay?" Wen Yueting sneered.

"Whether it works or not, it's all up to you after that. Qin Mo didn't have Wen Yueting's method of agitation, so he carried the two of them away.

Halfway back to the West Lake, the fat man and Gule woke up one after another, Qin Mo didn't mean to say that he wanted to drag Ye Gucheng, of course, he wouldn't rush up stupidly to find death, even if Ye Gucheng was injured at the moment.

Holding Ye Gucheng was the result of Qin Mo's deep thought, and it was also one of the goals he had made up his mind before entering Lu Xiaofeng's plane.

The move of the Flying Immortal outside the sky really has a lot of compatibility with Qin Mo's dream sword intent, but if he wants to comprehend Ye Gucheng's Flying Immortal outside the sky, he thinks that if he tries his best, it will only be a lose-lose situation. Therefore, the dream duel became the only place where he could make up his mind. It's just that as a lonely Ye Gucheng, his subconscious can already be absolutely restrained, and dreaming will not easily happen to him, but before the duel at the top of the Forbidden City, Qin Mo had a great opportunity, and Ye Gucheng was injured.

Once injured, Ye Gucheng will inevitably have a little slack in his control, and he will have the possibility of dreaming, and this is the perfect opportunity that Qin Mo is waiting for, he will not miss it no matter what. It's just that before the situation was clear, he couldn't completely let go of it and threw himself into this dream showdown that only he knew in advance and directed the director.

Now, the time is ripe.

The place where Ye Gucheng stayed was very secret, and it took a lot of effort for the fat man and Gule to find Ye Gucheng's secret place from the clues. As a result, Qin Mo lurked near the hidden place of Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng's injury does not mean that he will dream every day, if he wants to meet, one depends on fate and the other depends on luck, if he is unlucky, he has no dreams during Ye Gucheng's recuperation, he can only blame Qin Mo for his bad luck.

Fortunately, Qin Mo's luck was good, but on the third day, in the midst of the advent circle, a lonely star like the top of the white cloud shone in the starry sky, covering up all other starlight.

"It's now!" Qin Mo didn't dare to slack off, this dream might disappear in the next moment. Qin Mo, who had already been fully prepared, was dressed in a metal armor made of a puppet Ruochan and descended on Ye Gucheng's dream. Since you want to truly experience the magic of flying immortals outside the sky, you naturally have to deal with it in person, rather than a nightmare body with three souls in one.

Ye Gucheng's dream is very simple, different from the Red Queen's guessing experience, and also different from the old monk's journey to the west. Between the high clouds, a lonely city looming and on top of the lonely cliff is the famous Baiyun City. Ye Gucheng was dressed in white, with a sword hanging from his waist, standing on the city wall with a lonely face looking into the distance, outside the sky, the sword was like a flying immortal, and the people were like flying immortals.

It wasn't until Qin Mo's abrupt arrival that it seemed to trigger a ray of afterglow from Ye Gucheng. That afterglow pierced through the layers of clouds and mist like a sharp sword, stabbing at Qin Mo's body.

"Who?" The faint voice did not fluctuate in the slightest, as if it was just an insignificant ant that appeared in front of Ye Gucheng, and it couldn't arouse his interest.

Qin Mo knew Ye Gucheng's temperament, and went straight to the point: "Under Qin Mo, I have come to teach Ye City Lord's Flying Immortals from the sky. ”

"Your sword is not pure, stand down. ”