The night was thick and long. It is as if the legendary era of a thousand nights has come, and swearing to die will not bring dawn to people.

The moon is very crippled, but it is very clear. Like the legendary ancient sword rising from the moon, the light is reflected in the lights of thousands of homes.

The rain was heavy and unforgiving. It was as if the legendary Yellow Heaven had reappeared, impacting the body and soul of the cultivator.

Who would have thought that behind the tragedy of Sword King Ridge was the advent of the Wanyue Ancient Sword, who would have thought that the triennial incense meeting would become a battle between one man and one wolf, and who would have thought that the old drunkard would not only step into the Nine Realms, but also be a person with a destiny.

In the vast night rain, Ning Ran shrank into his body that was invaded by the rain, looking at the dragon with golden light on the old drunkard's head and blinking his eyes; and then looked at the purple glittering long sword in Leng Xueyin's hand, which was the mighty Zinian Sword, although it was not like the legendary ancient sword, which was rumored to the world; it was not like the Nine Souls Sword in Ning Ran's hand, which was mysterious; it was like Leng Xueyin, cold and glamorous, shocking the Quartet.

Leng Xueyin completely ignored the power of the old drunkard's fate, and said defiantly, I was just a small test before, I was a sword cultivator, and if you haven't used a sword yet, you can't parry.

The old drunkard snorted coldly and said, "Little girl, you are extremely arrogant, don't blame me for bullying young people today." ”

The huge raindrops still did not wet her beautiful black dress, and Leng Xueyin looked coldly at the old man in front of her, who seemed to be insurmountable, and suddenly raised the Zi Nian Sword.

Everyone's eyes widened, the rumored Zi Nian Sword of Leng Xue Yin was obtained in the 10,000-year-old cold pool of the Fallen Sea Immortals, integrating the aura of heaven and earth in one sword, and looking at it, but seeing this today, I always feel that there is a little less majesty, and it is no wonder that in the face of the fate that only the supreme genius may have, everything has dimmed color.

Ning Ran's eyes were radiant, he really felt that this was power, and he finally interpreted the true meaning of the fate that had been helpless.

After seeing Leng Xueyin's spiritual attraction technique, the old drunkard didn't wait for the other party to want to make a move this time, he opened his hands, only to see the dragon life on his head suddenly rise, the golden dragon is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, you can see its dragon whiskers like a long whip, you can see the rain washing its dragon scales, and after a while, it has become a mountain-like laughter, standing above the clouds, proud of the nine heavens.

Everyone couldn't believe their eyes, they had seen too many spirit beasts, but they had never seen such a huge one, is this a fate?

Ning Ran looked at this golden dragon, and couldn't help but think of the candle dragon Xihua, that was a person who gave him a new life, that was a person who gave him a new goal, he missed the time when he stood in Xihuatou Mountain and traveled in the sky, he hated himself who was hiding behind Li Qing and Liu Yunxiang before, the Buddha said, don't forget your original intention, you have to always, what did you do?

The old drunkard sneered, and he seemed to be excited by this great power.

Leng Xue Yin frowned, she had already felt a terrifying power that surpassed her spiritual power.

"Whew!" almost everyone covered their ears, and the deafening dragon roar pierced through layers of dark clouds, shaking the sky, and spreading through the red walls throughout the entire Fengyue City.

The power of the elephant of life! The golden dragon rushed out violently, like a flash of light that people saw when they opened their eyes, so fast that it was outrageously fast, and the fierce giant teeth went straight to Leng Xueyin's body.

Leng Xue Yinyu waved her hand, only to see that the rain in front of her instantly condensed into ice one by one, piling up from top to bottom, and a thick ice wall stood in front of her.

The golden dragon did not hesitate, and with the powerful power of the life image, it collided with the ice wall.

"Boom!" No one could see the crack in the ice wall, only the sound of the ice wall being smashed and look at the ice that splashed in all directions. Then, the golden dragon barely gave Leng Xue Yin a chance to seal, and headed straight for her.

Leng Xue didn't say a word, her footsteps moved slightly, and the beautiful black shadow seemed to merge with the night.

This is a contest of speed, Leng Xueyin's speed is faster than the old drunkard before, but in the face of this golden dragon, there is indeed some powerlessness.

Her shadow trailed through the streets, her shadow sweeping the roofs of houses with its tail, her shadow darting through the moonlight, its dragon's whiskers tangled with her hair.

At this inextricable moment, Leng Xueyin's next move was beyond everyone's expectations, only to see her flying towards the old drunkard quickly, Zi Nian sword in her hand, stabbing him away.

The old drunkard was also taken aback, and in an instant, spiritual power emerged, contained in both hands, ready to meet her sword.

Unexpectedly, when Leng Xueyin was about to reach him, his footsteps suddenly moved, and he flashed away like a ghost, leaving the old drunkard looking ahead in a daze.

Not only the old drunkard, but everyone looked ahead, because the golden dragon, with a speed that could not be dodged, rushed towards the old drunkard.

The old drunkard was helpless, and the spiritual power that contained good was fiercely resisted with the power of this life image. "Whew!" the dragon groaned, and the old drunkard spat out a mouthful of blood, but it was quickly washed away by the rain.

Xue lightly attacked the enemy as his name suggests, he was too light on the enemy, although the woman in front of him was not very old, she had extraordinary combat experience, and her unbelievable combat methods made him suffer a big loss.

At this moment, the old drunkard's eyes became extremely cold, and the golden dragon returned to his head, and he closed his eyes gently, not knowing what kind of exercise he was performing. I saw that the light of the golden dragon became more bewitching, and gradually devoured the old drunkard, no, to be exact, it was also the fusion of the old drunkard, a man and a dragon were fused into one, which can only be done by a person who can master the power of life to a certain extent.

This move completely cracked Leng Xueyin's previous tactics, and in the blink of an eye, an even more ferocious golden dragon rushed towards her.

You have a fate, I have Zi Nian, Leng Xueyin will not sit still, I saw her throw the Zi Nian sword in the air, and then gently closed her eyes, purple light, I don't know if she was inspired by the old drunkard, the same plot, but this time it is a person and a sword fused into one, this is what people often say in their mouths that the human sword is one.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if I was also trembling at this moment.

In the flying rain, under the vast night sky, I saw a sword and a dragon with endless light, with the power of the poor spiritual power and the power of the elephant, colliding together.

"Boom!" At this moment, it seems that the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and at this moment, it seems that the sky and the earth are shaking and the rain is drifting, and above the Yunxiang Building, two bright rays of light cross and fall quietly.

Through the layers of rain and mist, all the cultivators stared. Ning Ran, who was standing closest to the two of them, was the first to see that it was a beautiful black shadow, the corners of her skirt blown by the wind, her black hair soaked by the rain at some point, she held the Zi Nian Sword in her hand, and looked at the two people in front of her coldly.

That's right, it was two, one fell in the rain, and the other hugged his body. Just now, the old drunkard was seriously injured, and it was difficult to deal with Leng Xueyin's human sword, and when he couldn't support it, a figure flashed in front of him, white hair, extremely familiar, it was an old smoking gun, an old smoking gun that had always loved his daughter, and an old smoking gun that died for him.

Looking at the old face of the old smoking gun, feeling his faint breath, the sadness that the old drunkard showed was never before, and their emotions like father and son and brother were self-evident.

The old drunkard's shabby sleeves blocked the merciless rain for him, he looked at the old drunkard silently, and said the last sentence with difficulty: "Let me call you Daddy, this is the last thing I can do for Xiaoli." ”

The old drunkard nodded slightly, and his eyes could no longer tell whether it was tears or rain.

The old cigarette gun smiled, he smiled happily, he put his hand into his shirt little by little, and with great difficulty took out the cigarette pouch that had accompanied him since he grew old, and used up the next trace of spiritual power in his life to ignite it.

"Let's go, let's go!" took two sips, and the green smoke rose, just like his smoky and chic life.

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