Nie Yun looked at the face in front of him, his beautiful face made people unable to have any evil thoughts, as if flashing with a warm and loving light like a mother. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He seemed to know who the other party was, and from those sad eyes, Nie Yun saw an incomparably tall figure, the figure was smiling proudly and heroic, but it overlapped with a dying old figure in his mind.

"Grandpa!"

Tears crossed the corners of Nie Yun's eyes.

"Kid, you're too tired, get some rest!"

Nie Yun only felt the Holy Maiden's hand pass in front of his eyes, and an incomparably warm power suddenly wrapped around him, and his heavy eyelids gradually drooped, and he actually fell asleep in such a terrible war of destruction.

"Trouble Uncle Wang to take care of this child!"

An old man who looked like an old man didn't know when he arrived, he took Nie Yun, looked at Nie Yun's appearance, and then glanced at the holy woman, and couldn't help sighing.

If Nie Yun saw the old man, he would definitely recognize it, wasn't the other party the old man Wang Bo who took him and Sister Ahri into the Ghost Valley for the first time, but encountered a riot?

Countless eyes on the old man suddenly fell on him, they vaguely felt a little familiar, but they couldn't remember where they had seen it, the old man was like an ordinary cropper, as if he had seen it countless times, so that they couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or not for a while.

"Holy Maiden, is it really you? You're not dead?"

Ziqing was not at all like the image of the past, and no one thought that Ziqing, the sect leader of the Yang Sect, still had such a side.

However, the saint looked at him, but there was no superfluous look in her eyes, she tried her best to put away her sadness, but she still had tears in her eyes, as if there was only that person in her eyes forever, and no one could replace it.

"Holy Maiden, it's me, don't you remember me?"

However, Ziqing's words still did not cause any fluctuations in the saint's expression.

Finally, Ziqing's face changed, and he squinted at the woman in front of him, her body trembling.

"Am I still no match for a dead man?"

Ziqing suddenly rushed forward, his face was unusually distorted, and he was unwilling.

However, what responded to him was the unchanging indifference of the saintess, only to see the saint suddenly make a move, countless swords appeared in the heaven and earth, and the void was ruthlessly torn apart like rags, and each sword flashed with a strange light, illuminating the void, this is her sword path - the sentient sword!

"Holy Maiden, really Holy Maiden, she has comprehended her own swordsmanship, this is not only my Xiaoyaomen's swordsmanship, this is her own perception......"

"Holy Maiden, she didn't abandon the Easy Gate!"

Everyone in Xiaoyaomen was stunned for a moment, and then became extremely excited.

The Holy Maiden is back, and in such a stunning gesture, with her own sword path, she has once again let the world see the Holy Maiden of their free path!

"Ziqing is back!"

An old saint king of the Yang Sect who was originally accompanying Ziqing suddenly was shocked when he saw this, on weekdays, Ziqing has the identity of the sect master, and in front of outsiders, even he has to call the sect master, but now he is calling him by his name, which shows his current state of mind.

He felt an inexplicable fear in his heart, he felt so incredible, the strength of the Xiaoyaomen Holy Maiden in front of him was too terrifying.

Ziqing was shocked, and it wasn't until the holy woman shot at him again that he finally convinced himself that he really couldn't even compare to a dead man, and he even saw full of hatred in those sad eyes, because the dead man died because of him.

"No, I'm not as good as him Nie Wentian!"

Ziqing's hatred was monstrous, he suddenly made a move, and the terrifying flames were actually mixed with an indescribable rhyme, and there was a faint coercion of heaven and earth, which made people jaw-dropping.

"Stepping into the peak realm of the Saint King at such a young age, he even touched such a powerful Dao Yun, almost turning into a substantial power!"

However, people's surprise is not over, but they see that the sword blade in the sky is like a rain of flowers, people seem to see a fairy dancing, and the peerless dance is like the saint of the year, as if it is forever frozen in that moment, and at that time, there is a man who is intoxicated by her peerless dance, and she also notices this man who meets for the first time......

"Even if the sky is wasted and the earth is old, it is only for the king to dance......"

Countless sword blades seem to have constructed a peerless dance, and people clearly do not feel any terrible killing intent, only the indescribable love, and it is this kind of sentient sword that destroys the essence of the rhyme!

"No, how is that possible?"

Ziqing's eyes were full of incredulity, and even his strength was suppressed by the Holy Maiden.

"Be careful!"

The old saint king of the Yang Sect stood in front of him, leaving Ziqing behind, but he kept retreating, facing the saint's sentient sword, he was actually very struggling, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

He has been at the peak of the Saint King for many years, and his strength is at the peak even in the entire Yang Sect, and he has the status of a supreme elder, but today he was killed by a little girl and retreated.

There is a sword of love, but there is love for forgetfulness......

Airplanes!

Suddenly, the sword dance in the sky changed greatly, like a storm, the affection became forgetful, and the forgetfulness became ruthless......

The saint's eyes finally had someone else, this person was Ziqing, her eyes suddenly burst out with endless killing intent, the void was torn like rags, and the endless coldness permeated, making everyone feel cold.

"What a terrible sword!"

Everyone looked at the saintess in surprise, their eyes were full of shock, there were too many shocking geniuses in the golden era two hundred years ago, otherwise Nie Wentian, the dark horse that was killed, would not have such a great reputation, but they didn't want the low-key Xiaoyaomen saintess to have such a terrible talent, who would have thought that this fairy-like but terrifying woman in front of her would only live for more than two hundred years?

The ruthless sword, the amorous and the foolish are also ruthless!

"No!"

The Old Saint King of the Yang Sect suddenly felt the threat to his life, especially since he was completely trapped in it in order to save Ziqing, and he couldn't get out.

Zi Qing was shocked, under the sword intent of the ruthless sword, his heart sank, and he finally came to his senses, and all the Saint Kings who were close to the rear rushed over and reached out to help.

A number of Saint Kings, and even a number of Peak Saint Kings, were actually in such a posture.

Today, the name of the saint is destined to be famous all over the world, and people will re-realize the horror of the free door!

"That's enough, stop!"

The void suddenly whispered, with endless majesty, and people couldn't help but bow their heads in worship.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, a big hand poked out of the void, it was extremely huge, only one hand covered the sky, the void was shattered in front of it like tofu, this big hand actually had a terrible Dao mark looming, suddenly the big hand grabbed, and the ruthless sword that was full of void was smashed, terrifyingly powerful!

Ling Yan's ruthless sword intent dissipated, but people didn't feel the slightest relaxation, everyone's bodies couldn't help but tremble, and even the eyes of the Peak Saint King showed fear, they looked at the big hand in horror, their lips seemed to tremble.

"Great Sage!"