Tie the umbrella rope around his waist, Wu Ying laughed at himself: "It's ridiculous that everyone in the world guesses that I, Wu Ying, am bitter in love with the Jin State Siyun, and I can't ask for it, but I have a grudge in my heart." Can...... Where's the liking, it's just liking him......"

"She would be very happy to see you like this......, right? Remember to hold an umbrella for her more, after all, she has been holding an umbrella alone for so many years, and she is also very lonely. ”

The young man innocently touched the blood umbrella, but he didn't move when he lowered his head.

After Wu Ying left, the proprietress greeted her, and said in surprise: "Listening to the self-proclaimed young man of Fang Cai, is it Wu Ying, the prince of Yue......guo?" The red eyes and black clothes, pale skin, should be fine. ”

Her eyes turned slightly, falling on the young innocent, and the boss's eyes suddenly became extremely ambiguous.

"I'm a good girl, when I was in an inn, the old lady wanted to watch Gu Shao go black on the detour, and planted it in the hands of the Ye family's son, so the old lady also drew a lot of small books in private.

As a result, it didn't take long for the news that the two had become friends and brothers, and the old lady was so angry that she almost didn't lift the table.

Now I have seen a good show, and Wu Ying, the prince of the Yue Kingdom, who is not close to the ghosts, is actually one of the protagonists.

Tut-tut...... Little boy, are you above or down? Come on, come on...... I talked to my mother and said, I haven't drawn a small book for a long time, and I'm not inspired. ”

Innocent didn't understand anything, pointed to his throat, and shook his head.

The proprietress looked pity, thinking in her heart that the prince of Yue Guo was a good one.

"The braised pork is hot, and your wine is ...... Hey, what about people?"

The second brother was holding a plate in one hand and wine in the other, and was about to serve the food but didn't see the down-and-out scholar.

The proprietress rolled her eyes and said, "Look away, I thought it was a poor sour, but I didn't expect it to be a fairy descending to earth, two big dragons fighting, and I would have left a long time ago." ”

When Wuxian heard the word fight, his eyes flickered slightly, and he turned around and came to the little second brother silently, picked up the plate and grabbed the meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

The little second brother was dumbfounded: "This ......"

The proprietress moved her eyes, and her dripping eyes slowly turned around on Wuxie, and she said to herself: "This little figure is quite tough, and it really doesn't look like the one below, so draw ......."

His eyes suddenly lit up, and his breathing became a little heavy: "Then Prince Wu Ying is fine...... If this album is circulated, I am afraid that it will have to make a lot of money. ”

"Hehe, it's okay, it's okay, let him eat more, today's wine and food money are all free." ”

The little second brother was speechless: "This was originally prepared for the last guest for free, so don't put gold on your face, boss." ”

The proprietress coughed lightly, watched the young man finish eating the braised pork in three or two bites, and grabbed the wine jar again.

A jar of turbid wine went down to his stomach, and the young man's fair face had been smoked red by the wine.

He shook his head, put down the jar, patted his cheek, and seemed to be calm.

But the next moment, he rushed out of the inn like crazy.

The proprietress and the little second brother were dumbfounded: "This kid is crazy!!"

Ye Junqian and Wu Ying, as soon as they left the inn, they were thousands of miles away in an uninhabited desert desert city.

The boy could only run wildly in the desert on his two legs, like a wild beast.

He is not stupid, how can he not hear Wu Ying's explanation of what happened after his death

tone.

She was determined not to let him stay with her.

Even if he begged for everything, it would be useless, and even, in order to keep him honest and stay in a safe place, he didn't dare to guarantee that she would not knock him out directly.

So he had to agree to her request very obediently and wait for him to come back at the inn.

But that thousands of miles away, how could he, a mortal, be able to successfully reach it in the morning and night.

......

......

The moon hung high, and the north wind in the desert was very cold.

The night was deep, and the hazy sky shone with a light blue phosphorescence in the thin clouds under the cold moonlight.

In the desert desert city, two figures gaze through the ruined ancient Great Wall.

Ye Junqian struck the remnant sword in his hand and sang softly: "Tong'er bell, black flower, white flower, flower bloom from broken heart, flower defeat from broken bones, melting thick blood, instant ten thousand years, hatred and joy, three lives and three lives, ten thousand laws are difficult to solve." ”

Wu Ying looked coldly at the man on the city wall: "That's why you want to kill me?"

Ye Junqian smiled gently: "Since you know that all laws are difficult to solve, the day the flowers bloom, you will burn your heart and bones, even if you are the ghost baby of the Santu River, even if you have no way to live, why are you greedy for that supreme power to bring about your own destruction? Ten thousand years ago, you ate my husband and obtained the free body of eternal life, isn't it enough?"

Wu Ying's blood pupils flashed with a strange light in the darkness: "It seems that you know a lot." ”

Ye Junqian said: "Ten thousand years have passed, and you can't wash away the sins and killing obstacles in your body, ghost baby, you are really the most evil and murderous existence in the world." ”

Wu Ying lifted his eyes coldly: "Whether I am evil or not, it is not your turn to judge." Whose sword I should die under is not up to you. ”

Ye Junqian smiled: "It's all come to this point, is it possible that you still think that your own life can be up to you?"

Wu Ying sneered: "I can't help myself, I can't help the sky!

The smile on the corner of Ye Junqian's lips flooded: "It's a bit interesting, it's worthy of being a madman who dares to plant the forbidden flowers of the Seven Realms in his heart." Today, it seems that you didn't have the Blood Song Sword with you, and although you said that you were not victorious, you still wanted to die.

Rest assured, after you die, there will be no trace of you left in this world, including that sword, and I will find it and throw it back into purgatory. ”

"Then it's up to you to see if you have the ability!"

Wu Ying's evil eyes flickered, his palm slapped towards the evil spirit, the wild body of the spear rattled, and the purple thunder frost rolled and surged from the sharp blade.

The spear pierced the polar night, and the terrifying thunder dragon formed by the convergence of three purple lightning broke through the sky.

The 100,000-mile-deep yellow sand above the ground boiled in an instant, and each yellow sand carried a terrifying thunder sound.

Thousands of miles of yellow sand rolls thunder, purple lightning and thunder for nine days.

Under his palm, the entire sky rolled and condensed into a huge black abyss-like vortex.

The yellow sand thunder came first, drowning Ye Junqian's figure in an instant.

Ye Junqian didn't move a single step, and there was still a gentle smile with a gentleman's wind between his eyebrows, letting the yellow sand sweep away, and the thunder fell on him.

The curled fingers struck the broken sword again, and a few star-like grains of rusty ash splattered from the grooves of the sword face.

The rusty ash shimmered in the sand and thunder, and then it was heard with a bang!

The Great Wall collapsed and rolled under his feet, and the yellow sand thunder suddenly dispersed.

Within three feet of his body, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and there was not a single grain of sand

, a thunderbolt fell in.

"Roar!" The three-headed purple lightning thunder dragon, which was evil and domineering but had a bit of divine intent, came in an instant when Ye Junqian broke through the first blow.

Ye Junqian didn't raise his head, and the remnant sword in his hand swung a three-foot-long arc very casually.

His hearty laughter sounded in the thunder in the sky: "If you can break through my three-foot distance, then I will lose." ”

The three-headed purple lightning thunder dragon was swept by the sword intent, roaring fiercely, and the wild dragon body exploded in the night, scattering into a thunder frost.

Wu Ying's pale and handsome face became more and more beautiful and ominous in the thunder frost.

She opened her lips and sneered, as if she was disdainful: "Sure enough, it's still too naïve, what three feet away is considered a loss for you, and it is not the living who really decide whether you win or lose the battle, but the dead!"

Ye Junqian was slightly stunned, and then smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, you are very reasonable." So...... Please take my sword. ”

The words fell, and Ye Junqian began to draw his sword.

The way he draws his sword is very much in line with his status as a gentleman scholar, open-minded, casually straight, and ...... Very powerful!

The two of them have experienced years of erosion and have not become a fallen Great Wall.

Under this sword, the bricks and iron nails piled up in the loess exploded inch by inch like firecrackers.

The abyssal vortex above the sky quietly dissipated in the power of this sword qi, like a drop of ink merging into the sea, startling a few ink-colored ripples, and quickly disappeared.

Wu Ying raised his head and glanced at the sky: "A sword leads to the Heavenly Tribulation, you are not insulting his identity as a student." ”

Ye Junqian frowned, he didn't like to hear such a natural word of approval from this person's mouth.

The sword intent is so good, Wu Ying brazenly shoots!

The silver-white body of the spear was lined with a crystal purple under the purple polar thunder and lightning, this purple intent was completely different from the purple lightning of Fang Cai, it was more powerful, and the breath was longer.

Purple ...... Extreme.

Behind Wu Ying, thousands of purple thunder flowers bloomed into a majestic scene.

The tangible blade collided with the invisible sword intent, sending out a long series of fires under the night sky.

Ye Junqian raised his eyebrows slightly: "Ancient God Thunder, Nine Heavens Purple Thunder? ”

With a single sentence, Wu Ying had already broken through the sword intent, and the tip of the spear that burned thunder fire clanged softly, and it was on the blade of the remnant sword.

The sound of the touch was so light that it was as subtle as a silver needle falling to the ground.

But the yellow sand land around the two of them exploded with a bang, and hundreds of sky-high sand pillars burst out.

Wu Ying's pale and beautiful face appeared in the thunder light, and a cruel smile appeared: "Three feet? What I ask for, why is it just three feet?"

The tip of the spear advanced a few inches again, seemingly casually, but Ye Junqian felt an extremely majestic pressure,

The pressure quickly turned into a huge and infinite gun energy, forcing his clothes to tear in the wind, and his casually neat bun exploded directly, and his long black and gray hair danced wildly in the energy.

The sharp tip of the spear was still on the blade of the sword, but wisps of blood began to seep out of Ye Junqian's skull, dyeing his hair and face red.

Ye Junqian's face finally became a little solemn.

He no longer sat cross-legged in the yellow sand, but with a gentle tapping of his left hand towards the earth, his body floating in defiance of gravity.

The yellow sand under him kept tumbling and condensing, and finally turned into a monument that held up his body.