Ning Ran and Li Qing have known each other for less than a few months, Ning Ran and Li Qing were-for-tat at first, and Ning Ran has never made friends. Although he has memories of the Buddha during his lifetime, the Buddha only has a heart that purifies all sentient beings and does not teach him what brotherhood is.

Ning Ran looked at Li Qing's back, he was so tall at the moment, like a mountain rising from the ground, standing tall.

Ning Ran's heart was conflicted, Li Qing saved him regardless of his life, Ning Ran was very moved, but the inferiority complex that had been bred in his heart since he was a child spontaneously arose, this feeling was like a tree root deep underground, deeply inserted and entangled.

Li Qing turned around and smiled at Ning Ran, and said, "You saved my life when the ghost killed me, and this time I will pay you back." ”

When Zhuo Leng heard this, the confidence that came from this little fat man, his punch just now only used ordinary spiritual power, and this time he would definitely beat him to a ghost.

The Wind Sword Saint is not like the Wood Sword Master who deceives the world and steals his name, Zhuo Leng has obtained the name of the Sword Saint after more than a hundred years of tempering and testing, and the cultivation of the Six Realms and Seven Heavens may not be able to stand out from the crowd, but his amazing and superb swordsmanship is enough to have a place in the Great Xia Dynasty.

At this time, he did not punch, but summoned the wide and heavy sword at his waist, the sword light was shining, and the sharp tip of the sword made people feel chilled when they saw it.

Li Qing couldn't help but swallow his saliva, his big shining eyes looked left and right, as if he hoped that someone could help him, but what do you have to do with me, thousands of cultivators watched coldly, waiting for the opportunity to seize the Heavenly Demon Wolf that Ning Ran was carrying.

Zhuo Leng made a decision immediately, and did not give Li Qing a chance to think about life and death, only to see that he instantly turned into a row of phantoms, attacking with countless sword lights.

Looking at the long sword in front of him, Li Qingyuan's round face left a bead of sweat, and his mind was blank, waiting for the judgment of the Sword of Death.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a light purple light appeared in front of Li Qing and Ning Ran, and the sword in Zhuo Leng's hand was shocked back by another long sword, and the spiritual power gathered on the sword slammed on the long platform, only to see a long sword mark appear on the big stage, accompanied by the sound of "click", turned into two halves.

She is sometimes as quiet as a lotus, sometimes heroic and aggressive, this is Liu Yunxiang.

Ning Ran looked at Liu Yunxiang who was blocking him, and his heart was full of tastes, entangled between emotion and helplessness, and the inferiority complex sank deep into the bottom of the lake, but the feeling of going deep into the bone marrow spread throughout the body.

"Senior sister, what do you mean by this?" Zhuo Leng said.

Liu Yunxiang didn't wrinkle, looked at Zhuo Leng lightly, and said seriously: "You can't kill him, and you can't take away the Heavenly Demon Wolf." ”

Zhuo Leng's eyes instantly became cold, I don't know if it was jealousy or for the sake of the Heavenly Demon Wolf, he stretched out his sword and said, "You actually went against me for an irrelevant person?"

"As long as he is still in my Yunxiang Building for a day, I will keep him safe. Liu Yunxiang's voice was so loud that it drowned out the sound of the rain hitting the ground outside the window.

"For your sake, I can not kill him, but I must be a demon wolf, you know, he is very important to me. Zhuo Leng's words were resolute, and Liu Yunxiang could not tolerate any doubts.

The Xiangyun Sword in Liu Yunxiang's hand couldn't help but shake, and she hesitated to look at Ning Ran, who fell to the ground.

Ning Ran was struggling on the edge of life and death, he didn't hurt when he was seriously injured, but in the face of the protection of these friends, his heart was dripping blood, he looked at Xiaobai in his hand, maybe this was the only thing that needed his protection.

"It lives, I live, it dies, I die. Ning Ran was ready to face death, his desperate eyes were deeply imprinted in Liu Yunxiang's eyes, maybe people would only despair if they fell from a high place.

Liu Yunxiang clenched her fists, I don't know if she was suffering from the pitiful and weak Ning Ran, or evoking the feelings buried in her heart, she actually said to Zhuo Leng seriously: "Whether it is a human or a spirit animal, I will not be taken away by anyone in my Yunxiang Building." ”

"You're pushing me. Zhuo Leng's voice became very cold.

Xiangyun Sword was raised like the wind, pointing straight at the man she had loved for more than a hundred years, and she said: "The thirteen styles of the sword dance were passed on to you by me, and it is impossible to save people from me." ”

Zhuo Leng sneered at the corner of his mouth, not knowing whether he was annoyed by Liu Yunxiang's blow, or the warrior's competitive heart. He threw his sword into the air, and the spiritual power of his hands came out one after another, only to see countless sharp swords appear in the sky above the entire Yunxiang Building, like suspended raindrops, crumbling.

This is the highest level of sword style in the thirteen sword dance styles, and there is no trace of ten thousand swords. For Liu Yunxiang and Zhuo Leng, who know the thirteen styles of the sword dance, there is no need to have too many competitions, just to see who understands this last style more thoroughly and who cultivates more wisely.

Seeing him like this, Liu Yunxiang also sprinkled the Xiangyun Sword into the sky, the same countless sharp swords, but each of these swords was shining with golden light, because this sword was not an ordinary sword, it was a divine sword comparable to Leng Xue Yin Zi Nian.

Ten thousand swords surrounded Yunxiang Building, which made the disciples of those sects can't help but panic again, but they are not chaotic, he is waiting for the opportunity, especially those elders of the Spirit Academy, who are even more waiting for the opportunity to move, and make a move.

Liu Yunxiang and Zhuo Leng didn't move, they relied on their minds to drive their swords, tens of thousands of swords intertwined together to make a piercing sound, flashing with dazzling starlight.

Time didn't pass too long, and I saw that the corners of Zhuo Leng's mouth were bloodstained at some point, and his face turned blue.

Liu Yunxiang's beautiful eyes flowed on his face, his heart softened, Xiangyun's sword fell instantly, she was shocked by a powerful spiritual power and retreated, dozens of steps later, kneeling on one knee, a mouthful of blood sprinkled on the stage.

Her cultivation is higher than his, even if she stays in Yunxiang Building all day long, her cultivation is still higher than her, some people are geniuses on the path of cultivation, and you can't change this. Maybe Liu Yunxiang is dedicated to cultivation, and she will become the second female sword god after Xue Ziyan. Even if she had such talent, she still lost, because she relented, and she still loved him.

Zhuo Leng stood on the ground with a single sword and sneered: "Now I can take the Heavenly Demon Wolf." ”

"You can't, and you can't. Liu Yunxiang smiled sadly.

"Yes, you can't!"

"Can't!"

"Can't ......"

The voice came from all directions, looking up, the fence of the entire three or four floors of Yunxiang Building was full of extremely beautiful women, they held long swords, they swore to guard Yunxiang Building, they could not tolerate Liu Yunxiang being violated in any way.

They are the sisters who have entered Yunxianglou one by one for more than a hundred years, Yunxianglou is their home, and Liu Yunxiang is their everything.

For the first time, the people present felt that the woman's voice was such a cautious person, and Zhuo Leng's heart went up and down, he was seriously injured now, how could he face these women who had cultivated extraordinarily.

He looked at Liu Yunxiang hatefully, without any hesitation, turned his head and walked towards the door of Yunxiang Building.

Liu Yunxiang's heart hurt again, and looking at his back, she made up her mind.

Ning Ran didn't have a trace of joy about his rescue, he was fed up with this feeling of being trampled on, but God would not grant his wish.

After Zhuo Leng left Yunxiang Building, his eyes were staring at each other, as if he wanted to kill Ning Ran, as if he wanted to eat Xiaobai.

Ning Ran fell to the ground weakly, Li Qing looked at everyone helplessly, Liu Yunxiang had done her best, the girls of Yunxiang Mansion looked straight at their landlord, Yan Qingwu Fan Fist didn't know when to pull the strings......

At this moment, countless rays of light and shadow rose into the sky and attacked Ning Ran, and the target was naturally Xiaobai.

The Buddha said: What is the joy of life, what is the pain of death, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell. Ning Ran comforted himself in his heart, maybe he was dead, and he was relieved.

At this moment, a black shadow passed through everyone and came to Ning Ran's face, only to see her seal with one hand, and in an instant, her spiritual power gathered and burst out. I saw that this spiritual power was like a boulder falling from the top of the mountain, smashing on the people who were not afraid of death.

"Ahh

Everyone stepped back and looked at the devil-like woman in front of them. She was dressed in a black dress, with long hair, and her tall figure couldn't help but make the people standing in the audience look up, everyone wanted to see her face clearly, but they were covered by the black veil on her face, and only her cold and sad eyes could be seen on the looming face, which couldn't help but make everyone tremble.

Ning Ran looked at her back, feeling very familiar, looking at her side face, although it was blocked by the black veil, he was very sure where he had seen this woman, not in Yunxianglou, it seemed to be .......

"Don't you want to live anymore, dare to stop us. "It was the elder of the Xuanwu Spirit Courtyard who liked Liu Yunxiang who spoke.

She didn't speak, but looked at everyone coldly, stretched out her left hand, and was not afraid of everyone at all.

Everyone couldn't pay attention for a while, they had seen her method just now, and no one dared to act rashly at this moment. But greed finally occupied their hearts, and those self-righteous elders of the Four Great Spirits didn't believe that this little girl could fight four with one against four, and after the eyebrows were revealed, the four of them shot together.

She didn't seem to have any expression, and she didn't care at all about the blow of the four people gathering spiritual power, and between raising her hand, four purple lights and shadows flew out, like lightning.

This purple light and shadow is an air sword emitted with spiritual power, and this woman can actually reach the realm of an air sword.

The four of them were all startled, dodged instantly, and retreated into the crowd.

It's just that at this moment, I don't know whether it was the wind of spiritual power brought by the fight, or the autumn wind from the shaking window, or the arrangement of the heavens, I saw the black veil falling to the ground.

Everyone was stunned and stunned, only to see a face that overwhelmed the country and the city, and the upside-down faces of all beings appeared in the eyes of everyone, which was inferior to Yan Qingwu.

Ning Ran was even more stunned, looking at her side face, wasn't that the woman standing with him in the wind and snow in the Sword King Ridge, wasn't that the number one killer in the world, wasn't that the seventh princess of the Great Xia Dynasty?

If it's not Leng Xueyin, who else will there be?