Ding Xiaoyi had a feeling of loss suddenly surging into his heart,

He stretched out his right hand, and several drops of spiritual rain fell on his palm.

The crystal clear spiritual rain transformed into a delicate face,

There is a nostalgia for life in that delicate face, and there is also reluctance to relatives.

Looking at the few drops of spiritual rain flowing in his palm,

Ding Xiaoyi's heart has some inexplicable pain, which is a heart-rending pain.

He killed a Shadow Clan killer who wanted to kill him, but he didn't understand why he had a heart-rending pain.

He was already used to seeing life and death, and he felt that his heart was as solid as a stone.

But seeing the ShadowClan woman fall under her sword,

Seeing this Shadow Clan woman turn into a dancing starlight,

Seeing the starlight turn into Chen Lingyu and swaying down,

Ding Xiaoyi had a burst of pain that could not be concealed.

It should have been a relief to kill this Shadow Clan killer who wanted to put him to death, but Ding Xiaoyi had a feeling of loss in his heart.

It's not that he hasn't seen a woman as beautiful as a fairy,

Yin Ruohan, Mrs. Qingya and Queen Phoenix Dance lightly, which one is not a country and a city that is as beautiful as a fairy.

And the Shadow Clan woman who was killed by a sword, although her posture and appearance are superior,

But compared to Yin Ruohan and Feng Qingwu, it is still a little less mature and charming.

He is not an abusive person, and he has not yet reached the point where he can't walk as soon as he meets a peerless beauty.

But this real heart-wrenching feeling tore him apart.

The rain rolled in his palm, and finally the rain dissipated in the dim jungle.

There was still a lingering fragrance on his fingertips, who didn't know if it was the Shadow Clan woman or Lingyu.

The wind blows,

Shadows flickered,

The branches and leaves made a rattling sound, as if telling Ding Xiaoyi not to forget the last words of the Shadow Clan woman.

Ding Xiaoyi stood under the towering ancient tree,

The long sword in his hand still had the blood on the Shadow Clan woman's body, and the red blood slid down the sword.

Finally, a dark red shadow of blood appeared on the long sword, as if the bone blood curse could not be dissipated.

Ding Xiaoyi raised his eyes, he didn't know why such a strange thing happened.

The Shadow Thorn is gone,

The breeze shakes the sad autumn,

A few desires roared and the heart was hard to suppress,

Holding the sword, he sighed desolately.

Ding Xiaoyi is not a sad person,

He is a sword cultivator, and a sword cultivator should have a strong will and unyielding heart.

He quickly came out of this sorrowful sorrow, and he stepped out of the old tree.

The heavens seemed to be much clearer at that moment,

Ding Xiaoyi looked around, and his body turned into a streamer of light and headed towards the entrance of the Sword Cave.

Walking out of this primeval jungle, the eyes suddenly opened up.

I saw that this was a vast plain like the sea, and several Sword Pavilion disciples leaned over the plain looking for the Sword Spirit Grass.

After a delay of a quarter of an hour, Ding Xiaoyi did not see Lin Fei and the others, nor did he see the three sons of the Xie family.

Even Gu Xiaotian didn't see it, which made him feel anxious, and his figure swept towards the entrance of the inner area of the sword cave.

"Bastard, why are you robbing my Sword Spirit Grass?

A voice full of anger came into Ding Xiaoyi's ears,

He paused, and then saw several Sword Pavilion disciples surrounding a Sword Pavilion disciple.

The Sword Pavilion disciple was indignant, and his eyes were filled with endless humiliation.

DING Xiaoyi Yile,

Didn't this Sword Pavilion disciple take the Sword Pavilion disciple he had found, and at this time, this Sword Pavilion disciple was surrounded by other Sword Pavilion disciples

Make move.

He was still holding a sword spirit grass in his hand, and this sword spirit grass was the one he stepped on.

"Yun Yang, who called this Sword Spirit Grass yours, this Sword Spirit Grass was obviously discovered by me, hand it over quickly." Those few Sword Pavilion disciples threatened with the crowd.

The sword disciple known as Yun Yang changed his face, and he looked at this group of fierce senior brothers vigilantly.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Ding Xiaoyi didn't want to care,

But he found that those Sword Pavilion disciples seemed to be from Qingmang Peak,

Thinking that when he first entered Fanyin Mountain, there were Qing Mangfeng's disciples who embarrassed him everywhere, and also asked him to untie his weapons in the sword washing pool.

"You bloody mouths, I found this sword spirit grass in that jungle, why did you say you found it?"

Yun Yang's face showed a look of anger, and he shouted at this group of Qingmang Peak disciples.

"Yun Yang, you don't have to waste your time, the elders have all gone to the entrance of the inner district, and there is no one to protect you."

A Qingmang Peak disciple seemed to see Yun Yang's intentions, and he couldn't help but strike.

Hearing the words of this Qingmang Peak disciple, Yun Yang's face turned slightly pale.

The reason why he was so loud was to attract the attention of the elders in the sword cave.

Only the elders can resolve this crisis.

But the words of the Qingmang Peak disciple were like pouring a basin of cold water on his head, which made him completely disappointed.

"Hmph, none of you would have thought of getting this Sword Spirit Grass."

Yun Yang's face became hideous, and he shook his right hand hard.

The sword spirit grass turned into a streamer of light and shot towards Ding Xiaoyi's location.

Where would the disciples of Qingmang Peak have thought that Yun Yang would make such a move.

They were caught off guard,

By the time they reacted, the Sword Spirit Grass had already turned into a streamer of light and shot into the distance.

Everyone wanted to spread out their bodies and chase after the sword spirit grass, but unexpectedly, a figure steadily caught the sword spirit grass.

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"Roll ......",

When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he couldn't help but be angry, and he shouted angrily like spring thunder.

That angry rebuke rolled like spring thunder, and it lingered in the ears of this group of Qingmang Peak disciples for a long time.

"Boy, there is no master in your eyes, you actually said wildly, you don't want to enter the Sword Pavilion for the rest of your life."

The Qingmang Peak disciple's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but threaten Ding Xiaoyi.

"Is the Sword Pavilion owned by your family?" When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

If he hadn't agreed to Gu Yanning, he wouldn't even have the interest of stepping into the Sword Pavilion.

Where does he still have this leisure and elegance to entangle with this unpopular Sword Pavilion disciple,

For these Qingmang Peak disciples who didn't know the height of the sky, he knew what method to use.

"What a gut......

A Qingmang Peak disciple was about to open his mouth to refute,

The next moment, he only felt a flower in front of him.

It's not just this Qingmang disciple who has a flower in front of him, but even other disciples who are also in front of him.

Then they were slapped in the ear.

Ding Xiaoyi turned into several afterimages, and directly pulled away this group of Qingmang Peak disciples.

Seeing this, Yun Yang had a hearty smile on his face, and he swept towards Ding Xiaoyi.

"This brother is mighty", Yun Yang showed a flattering smile to Ding Xiaoyi.

Ding Xiaoyi shook his head, he didn't know about Yun Yang's tricks, but he didn't want to care.

"Take me to the entrance of the inner area of the Sword Cave",

Ding Xiaoyi flicked his fingers, and the sword spirit grass turned into a streamer of light and shot towards Yun Yang.

Yun raised his eyebrows and smiled at the sword spirit grass that Ding Xiaoyi bent his fingers flicked,

The moment he caught the sword spirit grass, he only felt that his palm and his arm were like lightning strikes.

His arms and palms were instantly unconscious......