The pale blue cyclone slowly flowed, marching along the meridians through the seven meridians and eight veins, and finally reached the head and condensed into a pale blue figure in his mind.

The blue cyclone enveloped the faint heart, and the deep wound in the heart slowly healed. From the inside out, a light blue cyclone marched over the chest, and the skin of the wound on the chest slowly began to calloon and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. The body was repaired, and the light blue aura was withdrawn into the body. Na Yan only felt that the ethereal feeling was no longer there, the breath of the eight veins of the Qi Meridian was saturated, and the blood flow was extremely normal.

"It's time to wake up," a voice drifted through his mind.

Nayan was puzzled. Then he said, "Who?" I saw the light blue cyclone condense into a long-haired green-shirted woman in front of me.

"I've seen you, the last time the star-chasing blue light entered my body, although it was only for a moment," Na Yan said as he looked at the ethereal figure in front of him.

"Yes, you remember," the figure muttered in surprise.

"What are you doing inside me, who are you?" asked Nayan, confused.

"I am the Sword Spirit of Star Chasing. ”

"Sword Spirit, this sword really has a soul! It's incredible. However, ......" Nayan was surprised for a moment, then turned into a burst of sadness, and said: "It's a pity, my life is hanging by a thread now, I'm afraid you won't stay long anymore, why don't you make it with your true face." ”

The blurred figure was slightly stunned, and then replied with a cold snort: "It's not that I want to be in this state, but the form of each sword spirit changes with the increase in the master's strength, from virtual to real." After a moment of silence, he continued, "This is not the time to chat, your master is in danger, I have helped you repair your injuries, so let's go and help."

Na Yan slowly opened his eyes and saw more than 200 blood guards guarding him. The corners of his mouth smiled faintly, dying in an instant, these soldiers were not afraid of life and death, accompanied by the guards, and really felt a burst of sweetness in their hearts. Slowly stood forward, staring at the four of them fighting fiercely in the distance. The surrounding blood guards saw Nayan stand up, and they were dumbfounded, and they were stunned for a moment, and their faces were happy. Respectfully, "Your Highness, are you alright?"

Nayan smiled back, "Well, thank you."

A few words left a deep impression on the blood guard's heart. From this, it was decided that even if you die here, you must protect the last lifeline of this righteous canal.

I saw that in the middle of the air, Wu Lao's breath was messy, panting, and beads of sweat were all over a wrinkled old face. Looking at the petite figure fighting against it, although the power of the cyclone is weaker than the former, his face is slightly red, and he is at ease, and there is no false move in every move.

When Nayan saw this, he was amazed. This Nizi is so deeply hidden, and after 16 years of getting along, I don't know that her strength is so strong. Thinking of the ruthless sword just now, remembering that his parents fell in his eyes, anger burst out in his heart.

"The elderly should go back to take care of their old age, why bother to meddle with things," Yan Ran said coquettishly. Seeing that Wu Lao did not respond. Immediately, the cyclone was reversed, and a palm came out, and the vigorous power of the cyclone headed towards Wu Lao with a slight fire. In an instant, Wu Lao felt a scorching heat. Although he sensed that the opponent's attack was coming, his body could not keep up with such reactions. Wu Lao laughed secretly in his heart, and died here.

"Collapse" The two forces were handed over together, and I saw a figure holding Wu Lao and jumping out like lightning. This person is holding a sword in his right hand and holding Wu Lao in his left hand, which is exactly the Nayan who just stood up. It happened so suddenly, so fast, that no one felt that this man had arrived.

"Master, take a break, and I'll take care of the rest. He said, glaring at the same time. And then he said, "Why are you doing this to me, why?"

"Why? Hmph, why do you still have to ask? How can my father-in-law Yanran marry a waste who is complacent when he reaches the Martial Saint level. In this world where the strong are respected, what are you? Yiqu is too small, and it is already not enough to hold my strength. How could my family be deposited in such a weak country, you can not understand this. Yan Ran looked cold and said lightly.

Hearing this, Nayan was even more angry. The blue cyclone in the body slammed out, and the figure flashed, turning into a meteor. "Changhong Penetrating the Sun" burst into applause, and I saw that above the star, the faint blue cyclone at the edge of the sword turned into blue sword qi, like an arrow from the Xuan. Seeing this, Yan Ran frowned, turned the cyclone, and the "Flame Palm" faced Nayan's sword qi head-on.

Two majestic forces collided together. For a while, both sides took a few steps back before they could stand firm. Yan Ran's face was stunned for a moment, and she said in her heart, "Judging from the momentum that broke out just now, this Nayan is at most the peak strength of the king, and the strength of the fifth stage of his phantom is actually a draw" looked at Nayan incredulously.

Nayan is also quite magical, obviously feeling that the other party's breath is stronger than his own. But hatred occupies the heart, and there is no room for much thought. Through the battle just now, the martial arts used by this blue cyclone are actually strong here, fighting across levels.

Compared to the exclamations of others, Wu Lao's face was much calmer. I had felt the power of the blue cyclone that day, and I didn't care too much about such things. Seeing that the two little ghosts fought to a draw, this undoubtedly increased their own weight. Don't think about it, adjust your breath, and a volley to support Ouyang Yun and go.

Gong Bohong, who has the advantage in himself, but after Wu Lao took a step out to join the battle. The peaks and loops turned, and the advantage was lost in a moment. As soon as Wu Lao's offensive was resolved, Ouyang Yun's offensive was caused. In a dilemma.

Even so, Nayan and the others were not happy at all, and they couldn't defeat this Gongbohong and Gongbo Yanran for a long time. If the stalemate continues, I am afraid that something will happen suddenly, after all, there are still tens of thousands of armor soldiers on the periphery. Although these soldiers' martial arts and cultivation are not considered strong, but everyone gathers firewood and has a high flame, and no one dares to despise this kind of power now.

"Nayan, try using the fire attribute cyclone in your body with my blue cyclone. Sword Spirit reminded in his mind.

With the reminder of the sword spirit, Na Yan Fang remembered. That day, in the Imperial City, he fought with Situ Hao, and the superimposed energy of the martial saint stage of the two sides exploded, and the martial elder was also injured.

Without thinking much about it, his mind changed, and then he mobilized the pale red fire attribute cyclone that was cowering in the air sac. After several attempts, they were unsuccessful. The blue cyclone broke in, and the two cyclones, one red and one blue, intertwined with each other and came out of their bodies, feeling this majestic momentum. Nayan didn't dare to think about it, and the "Dance of the Three Days and Moon" was full of applause.

The three doppelgangers came out of the body, each with a strong momentum towards Gong Bohong. Seeing this, Wu Lao and Ouyang Yun hurriedly took a few steps back. Nayan's body also rushed towards Yanran like lightning. Feeling that breath, both father and daughter turned the most powerful cyclone in their bodies and used the most powerful martial arts.

"Collapse" two loud sounds, Na Yan took three steps back, and then looked at Na Yanran dozens of steps before standing firmly, her delicate face was slightly white, and the corners of her mouth were bloodshot. In contrast, Gong Bohong was a little slower, and the three doppelganger cyclone sword qi turned into nothingness under the collision with Gong Bohong's cyclone.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Gong Bohong's mouth, "Cut, the momentum is bluffing, but if..." The white fog was thicker, and everyone hesitated for a while, not knowing what was going on inside.