readx; Xuanhu looked at the two people standing in the middle of the canopy in the air, and was first startled, and the cicada wings subconsciously fanned out, and stepped back with a bang. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the Star Spirit Realm, those who can stand in the air without relying on elemental spirit wings are only high-level spirit masters, except for mages above the middle level.

And the two people in front of Xuanhu are undoubtedly spirit masters in terms of dress and breath, that is to say, these two uninvited guests are at least seventh-order spirit lords!

The two of them hung in the air one after the other, although they were both dressed in moon-white power, but there was obviously a difference between master and slave.

The young man in front of him looked about the same age as Metatron, with long inky hair draped over his shoulders softly, and his appearance could only be regarded as delicate, but his eyes were as dark and deep as obsidian, with a dark and divine light, and his bearing was particularly extraordinary.

The young man behind him looked older, taller, his eyes were clear, his face was upright, and his whole body exuded a high-spirited heroic aura.

It was the young man in front who just spoke, Xuanhu was still looking at the two, but the young man in the back was a little impatient.

His voice was loud, and he didn't care about the demonic beasts in the dense forest at all: "Hey, little thing, my young master asked you something, why are you so rude when you don't reply for so long?"

The young man who was called the young master shook his head and said to the young man behind him: "Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, now we have something to ask for, and it is right to wait." ”

Xuanhu said this, he was a little less vigilant about this person, and he secretly said in his heart, these two guys seem to be much more powerful than Yunlang and them, if I am good friends with them, I don't have to hide. It's just that I don't know how to notify Yun Lang about this, after all, Lord Yangjiao is still by Yun Lang's side.

Thinking like this, he stopped talking to the two people in front of him, still a little entangled, and being with these two guys is just an expedient measure, the most important thing now is to stabilize these two guys, but don't hurt Lord Jingling.

Xuanhu grinned at the two teenagers, although it was a little sudden, but it was also a gesture of goodwill.

"Just call me Xuanhu, what do you call the two of you?"

"Xuanhu, you can call me Baili, the one next to me is called Bai Feng. However, I am not alone in asking myself, dare to ask where did Mr. Xuanhu come from?"

Seeing that the two of them didn't seem to have malicious intent, Xuanhu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but on the surface, he sighed and continued: "I am the aboriginal of this Heavenly Pivot Realm, but unfortunately I encountered the beast tide and was separated from my companions, isn't this trapped here." ”

Baili Yiren said "oh", which was a response, but he didn't believe it in his heart. He has long memorized the information of the Tianshu Realm, although there are many unknowns in the details, but he knows exactly what the aborigines in this realm are, as for the beast tide, hum! The Tianshu Realm is full of demonic beasts, where does the beast tide go?

He didn't immediately expose Xuanhu, but asked again, "I wonder where Mr.'s companion is?"

Xuanhu pretended to be pensive, pointed in the direction of the relict city and said, "I have my own sense between me and my companions, and according to my sense, they should be over there!"

Baili Yiren suddenly narrowed his eyes, and his dark pupils flashed with a sparkling light: "You mean, over there?"

"Yes!" Xuanhu affirmed.

Baili Yiren turned his head to look at Bai Feng, thinking in his heart. The goal of these unprovoked gathering demonic beasts that the two of them had guessed before was also in this direction, and he was just about to go and see first, could it really be a beast tide? But he had never seen such a strange beast tide.

Besides, this Xuanhu is very strange.

He stared at Xuanhu, and his eyes became a little dangerous.

The battle between Yun Lang and Duan Yue continued.

With a sword in the sky, Yun Lang finally found his rhythm.

Yun Lang would not let go of this opportunity easily, as soon as Duan Yuefu landed, he rushed over with a thunderbolt. Seeing that he was repeating his old tricks, Duan Yue turned the blade, which was also the same move before.

Yun Lang has suffered losses, of course, he has a back hand, and the barge tail sword is still full of thunder and lightning, but Yun Lang just shook it slightly, and a sword transformed into thousands of swords.

Duan Yue's pupils shrank, and the long knife seemed to start to slow down, but it left an afterimage in the air.

When the swords met, the sound of the clash of gold and iron was endless, as dense as thousands of raindrops hitting the leather drum.

The voice suddenly stopped, and it turned out that the two of them suddenly slashed back the swords in their hands at the same time.

But the next moment, the sword cut through the air again.

Yun Lang's sword is overwhelming and unreasonable.

The knife of Duan Yue contains the soul of Qifeng, and it is invincible in the world.

The swords met each other, and an incomparably violent air flow spread and swirled around the two of them, like a sudden tornado.

The earth roared, and it collapsed and sank under the feet of the two of them.

The cracks in the earth stretched for a mile. The nearby demonic beasts roared with each other, and the dense forest was in shambles.

At the center of the storm, the wind blade that stirred up was comparable to a sharp blade, drawing pink lines of blood on the two of them.

Broken Yue's black hair flew like a mad dragon, and the long knife he had just withdrawn swung out again. Yun Lang was naturally not to be outdone, and the long sword spreading with thunder light was handed out without slowness, which was a world of difference compared to the previous embarrassment.

The mysterious cloud trail step was obviously more like a fish in water in the wind, the sword blade swept by, and in the sand, a thin line of thunder fluttered in the air into a mysterious formation.

As soon as Duan Yue realized it, Yun Lang had already plunged the long sword into the ground, and the thunder lines in the air boiled with this sword, turning into thunder swords that surrounded Duan Yue and fell violently!

Sealed sword style, sword mound!

Seeing that the sword rain enveloped Duan Yue in it, Yun Lang did not have the slightest joy, he had a strong premonition that this blow might be useless to Duan Yue at all.

From the dazzling thunder light, a burst of momentum suddenly emanated, and in front of Yun Lang's eyes, a wasteland slowly unfolded, he knew that it was an illusion, but he couldn't see nothing.

The wasteland shook suddenly, and disappeared, and in the same way, the rain of swords disappeared into nothingness.

A ravine about a foot deep appeared at his feet, but he stood straight on a flat and undamaged piece of land in the center of it.

"Flashy. He said lightly, very seriously and very politely.

"No one asks you to judge. Yun Lang squinted, the tail sword dragged on the ground, his body bent forward, the muscles of his whole body were red, one after another firelight began to spread, and a mountain-shaped flame pattern appeared in the center of his eyebrows.

Yun Lang's whole body exuded an arrogant aura like an ancient fierce ape.

"I'm a little disappointed. Duan Yue stared at Yun Lang and said again.

"Do you like to talk so much?" asked Yun Lang calmly.

Duan Yue shook his head, his brown eyes shining with a terrifying light.

He took a step forward, and the long knife in his hand slashed out a magnificent yellow sword, and the earth in all directions shook by the sword, and the ubiquitous air stopped flowing because of the knife.

It was only at this point that Duan Yue showed his true strength.

With a slash, Duan Yue's body still maintained the movement when the knife was drawn, only the sword quickly slashed towards Yun Lang.

The air suddenly became viscous, and Yun Lang was horrified to find that his body seemed to be locked in a cage by the air, this cage was very fragile, so that before he could break free of the cage, the sword had arrived!

He could only swing his sword with all his might, and all the preparations he had made before became a joke, and he wanted to continue the attack, but suddenly he was in prison.

Shake!

A strong sense of vibration came from the sword, and Yun Lang's internal organs were shocked to great pain.

On the ground where the sword was plowed, the earth and rocks that were ploughed up suddenly merged with the knife, and the tremor became even stronger.

"Ahh

A lightning and fire flickered together, and an illusory bridge that seemed to be real appeared behind him, and the boiling spiritual power burned rapidly into a huge force in his body.

The blade finally began to crack. If one could take a closer look at the space between the Broken Moon and the Dao Mang, they would see wisps of dark golden light connecting the two—apparently the two had never been severed.

The storm, which had just begun to calm down, began to recover at an unimaginable speed and became more violent.

One by one, the ancient trees in the forest were bent over, squeaking and wailing.

Yun Lang didn't know all this. The sword intent that Duan Yue poured into the knife was like a huge wave, and he was like a flat boat in the boundless sea, but he stood firm without support.

Yun Lang had never imagined that there was such a magical power in the world before, his innate divine power had become fragile at this time, his arms had begun to go numb, and blood was spilling from the gaps between his teeth, making his snow-white teeth also stained red, turning into the same color as his skin.

Time began to slow down at this time, and every moment became extremely difficult, he knew that if he admitted defeat at this moment, Ye Xian, who was watching the battle, would definitely make a full move, so that he could get out of danger safely.

But he lost this duel so easily, but he couldn't swallow this breath, this is about the dignity of a warrior!

The roaring winds, the dazzling aura, and the growing strength of his body in the midst of this storm brought him into the gap between reality and illusion.

Thoughts were wandering, and Yun Lang seemed to be stuck in the distant past.

In the eyes, the night sky full of stars spreads out, a petal of blue and white night pear blossoms flutter in the breeze, the silver moonlight falls, a familiar figure emerges, the sound of the roar of the waterfall gradually comes to the ears, the cool water vapor spreads like fog, this is the day he meets the young dragon knight, and it is also the time of parting.

Familiar scenes passed in front of his eyes, especially the dragon knight's tenacious eyes were the clearest, the promise of "Golden Town" was vivid, and the refreshing voice of the dragon knight seemed to be in his ears.

Finally, his gaze fell on the azure greatsword in the dragon knight's hand.

The sword and the sword crossed the boundary of time and space, and gradually coincided in Yun Lang's eyes, and the dragon knight's voice gradually blurred only a pair of divine eyes, the void was shattered, and reality poured in like a tide.

Blood and fire, thunder and sword, slowly became clear in his perception, and a power that had never been seen before emerged, and he did not hold back, pouring this power completely into the tail sword.

Heaven and earth are silent!

-To be continued

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