Zhuo Bufan's figure suddenly blurred, turning into countless phantoms and rotating rapidly around Ning Yue, as if countless people surrounded Ning Yue. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info sword qi comes from all directions, and every sword qi is so sharp.

Ning Yue's hand knotted the seal, and the golden lotus platform slowly rotated, like a golden bell protecting Ning Yue in the middle. Zhuo Bufan's sword qi was still shooting towards Ning Yue endlessly, but the lotus platform around Ning Yue was slowly fading.

Hua Qianhe's qi has always locked on herself, and her light skills are no worse than Ning Yue's, which makes Ning Yue's escape a luxury. Zhuo Bufan was still attacking, and Ning Yue knew that once his talisman lotus platform was broken, he would usher in an earth-shattering blow from Hua Qianheshi.

Ning Yue didn't know what Hua Qianhe had comprehended during this time, let alone what kind of killing moves she had prepared for herself. But with his understanding of Hua Qianhe, if he wasn't completely sure, she wouldn't have said something like that.

Suddenly, Zhuo Bufan's body jumped high, and his body soared into the sky like a roc. Suddenly, the sky shuddered and time froze. When Ning Yue broke free, Zhuo Bufan in the sky had already swooped down with a human sword.

Perhaps this was the last sword that Zhuo Bufan could fight, and Ning Yue felt from his momentum the kind of determination that would become a benevolent if he did not succeed. In desperation, Ning Yue's palms suddenly closed in front of her. In his eyes, it seems that the sun and the moon are shining. The swirling lotus flower suddenly closes to form a flower bone that has not yet opened.

"Boom-" Zhuo Bufan's sword tip stabbed fiercely at the top of Ning Yue's head, Ning Yue raised her head indifferently, but the focus of her vision was Zhuo Bufan's hideous face. In his eyes, there was a bitter hatred.

Zhuo Bufan hated Ning Yue, and wanted to break him into pieces, Ning Yue's face was so young in his eyes, but it was this young man who took the life of his only son.

The strong air pressure swept through the heavens and the earth, and the sword in his hand trembled violently. Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth, even though the output of this sword had exceeded his load, and he was even burning his spiritual consciousness.

"Click-" With a crisp sound, a faint crack suddenly appeared in the flower bone that wrapped Ning Yue. And at this moment, Zhuo Bufan's face was overjoyed.

"Click-" There was another soft sound. The tip of the sword in Zhuo Bufan's hand shattered again, and the sword body also quickly turned into starlight when it was visible to the naked eye.

Zhuo Bufan's smile instantly froze, and he couldn't imagine that Ning Yue could be slightly better than himself even when he was injured. Unwilling, and unbelievable. A trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and in an instant, Zhuo Bufan slapped his dantian fiercely. Suddenly opening his mouth, a sword fetus suddenly rushed out of the Purple Mansion and hit Ning Yue's head fiercely.

"Boom-"

At this moment, the sky collapsed, and a spiritual tornado rushed straight into the sky, and the golden stars seemed to be falling stars. The river suddenly sank, and then turned into dragons and rushed into the sky in an instant.

"Poof-" A figure spat out the blood and flew away. Zhuo Bufan's body was like an insect that had been slapped by a palm, but even if he was so embarrassed, Zhuo Bufan was laughing, laughing so proudly.

"Qianhe, his soul has been broken, this is at this moment-"

"Hum—"

The moment the words sounded, there was a buzz like the breath of heaven and earth. Heaven and earth fell silent in an instant, and even the aftermath of the explosion was silent in an instant.

Ning Yue held the sword in her hand, kneeling down on one knee and looking up at the sky, from the induction of the sky, Ning Yue felt a trace of sadness, a trace of determination. An ominous premonition sat on the heart, and suddenly turned around, only to find that Hua Qianhe had come to his side at some point.

A pair of lotus arms gently hugged Ning Yue from behind, looking as warm as a sympathetic hug. The surrounding Emei disciples who looked at it were full of incredulity, and Zhuo Bufan, who saw it, was stunned on the spot.

"Chiho, you-"

But in the next moment, the words that Zhuo Bufan blurted out were swallowed raw, and his face was full of horror, even more terrifying than seeing his son's body split in half.

A green lotus suddenly rose, just like Ning Yue's move, all the lotus leaves gathered and turned into a flower bone that had not yet unfolded. However, the rippling momentum was not for defense, but for attack.

Zhuo Bufan looked at the two people hugging Qinglian blankly. And Ning Yue, who was hugged by Hua Qianhe, wanted to laugh very much, but he couldn't laugh anyway.

The embrace behind him was not only not warm, but even cold and terrifying, as if it was about to freeze Ning Yue along with her soul. At this moment, Ning Yue's internal force around her body was completely frozen. Holding her arm is not the tenderness of a woman, but a chain of soul hooks of the Nether's messenger.

"Why are you so bothered?" Ning Yue asked with a wry smile.

"Even if you are crushed, you have to take revenge. Ning Yue, this is what I specially created for you!" Hua Qianhe said indifferently, and the cyan flower bones suddenly spun and rushed into the air.

"Don't-" Zhuo Bufan's eyes suddenly cracked, at this time, he finally understood what Hua Qianhe was going to do, and finally he knew that that embrace was not love, but unforgettable hatred!

Hua Qianhe actually wanted to detonate his own dantian Zhihai and wanted to die with Ning Yue. The sorrow of heaven and earth is to sense the desolate atmosphere exuded by the determination of Hua Qianhe.

However, Zhuo Bufan couldn't do anything, he could only watch as Hua Qianhe and Ning Yue rose into the sky together, and watched Hua Qianhe and Ning Yue turn into fireworks and shatter their bones.

Hua Qianhe's internal force became more and more disordered, as if a mad beast was raging in his body. If you can't stop Hua Qianhe, then not only Hua Qianhe will die, but she will also be spared.

Between the calcium carbide fireworks, Ning Yue's spiritual consciousness sea exploded violently, and the powerful spiritual power rushed straight into Hua Qianhe's sea of consciousness. Hua Qianhe's internal force is getting faster and faster, and it is becoming more and more violent. And at this moment, she seems to have lost her reason and consciousness. After the determination to die together, Hua Qianhe has abandoned herself.

"Out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons?" Ning Yue instantly understood Hua Qianhe's sword intent, and in an instant, she fused her thoughts with Hua Qianhe's internal force.

In an instant, Ning Yue turned passive into active, and was able to guide Hua Qianhe's violent internal force.

The flowers in the sky suddenly stood still, as dazzling as diamonds floating in the air. Everyone looked at the sky in a daze, the flower that was trembling and unstable more and more.

"Poof—" Suddenly, the flowers burst open. It is as if endless starlight is spraying from the top of the flowers.

"Don't—" Zhuo Bufan's eyes were about to split, and he screamed heartbreakingly.

However, all of a sudden, the flowers that burst into the sky changed. The whole flower did not turn into stars as expected. Instead, the lotus petals are opening anew.

"Uh-" Zhuo Bufan's scream stopped abruptly, and he watched the sky change in disbelief.

Qinglian finally opened up completely, revealing the figure inside. Ning Yue was still dressed in white, and hugged Hua Qianhe tightly in her arms. The figure is like a fairy in the sky slowly falling, and the hem of the clothes is fluttering, like a dream.

The corners of Ning Yue's mouth were slightly hooked, and looking at Hua Qianhe in her arms, she suddenly felt an unspeakable sense of guilt. Hua Qianhe had already fallen into a coma, and the injuries he had suffered and the power he had consumed had completely recovered when he obtained Hua Qianhe Qinglian Sword Qi.

Gently placing Hua Qianhe on the ground, Ning Yue slowly straightened up. The momentum rippled like a breeze, and the cyan ripples swept like ripples.

"Qianhe-Ning Yue, what did you do to her?" Zhuo Bufan shouted with tears in his eyes.

"She's fine, but ...... You're about to have something!" Ning Yue smiled lightly, her indifferent eyes staring coldly at Zhuo Bufan, who was struggling to stand up straight not far away. He has never forgotten how Zhang Yu committed suicide in front of him, and he has never forgotten how many Heavenly Shogunate's hands were stained with the blood of the Heavenly Shogunate.

Ning Yue may not be able to deal with Hua Qianhe, but for Zhuo Bufan, Ning Yue will never allow any opportunity to kill him.

"You want to kill me?" Zhuo Bufan's face suddenly changed greatly, and at this moment, he had long since lost his strength in the period of victory. And the momentum that Ning Yue showed at this moment did not have the slightest weakness. Zhuo Bufan didn't believe that Ning Yue still had the strength of his heyday at the moment, but he couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

"Brother Mo—why haven't you come yet—" Suddenly, Zhuo Bufan's anger sank, and a wave of sound spat out of his mouth, rolling into the sky like a wheel.

Ning Yue's eyes suddenly froze, and suddenly, the Divine Soul Phantom stood proudly between heaven and earth like a god of war. The hand commanded, and an invisible long lyre appeared in the palm of the Divine Soul Phantom.

Fingers fly, and the beautiful sound of the piano resounded through the world. The colorful sword qi suddenly condensed in the sky, and it was like a dazzling brilliance like a diamond. Zhuo Bufan stared at the sky sluggishly, and the depths of his eyes were filled with deep fear.

"Impossible...... It is impossible to ......" Of course Zhuo Bufan didn't believe it, he didn't believe that he and Hua Qianhe had made such a fierce series of attacks that didn't make Ning Yue's strength wear down in the slightest? Zhuo Bufan fought Ning Yue three times, of course he knew how powerful Ning Yue's martial arts were in his heyday, and this sword qi in the face of the sky, with his strength at the moment, he couldn't take it at all.

"Boom-" Suddenly, the sky in the distance shook, and a sword light shot up into the sky.

Seeing that sword light, Zhuo Bufan's face suddenly showed ecstasy, "Hahaha...... Ning Yue, Brother Mo, they are here, they are here...... You're dead, you can't run......"

"I can't die...... You won't know, you just need to know, you're going to die!" As Ning Yue's words landed, the sword qi in the sky seemed to cross the space, and in an instant, it had descended on the top of Zhuo Bufan's head.

"No-" Zhuo Bufan's frightened expression was extremely hideous, and a sword qi shot out from his fingertips. Such a weak sword qi, but he was delusional about intercepting Ning Yue's killing sword.

Zhuo Bufan knew that he couldn't stop that sword, and his only hope at the moment was to be able to stop the speed at which this sword fell. The Mo Cangs are about to arrive, and even if they take a breath, or even a half-breath, they may survive......