The corners of Leng Ying's mouth grinned slightly, and a look of disdain flashed in his deep-set eyes, and it was only then that his right hand grasped the hilt of the sword for the first time.

Everyone stared at the right hand, especially An Yunchong, who knew that when that right hand was drawn out of its sheath, it was likely to be her own death.

But, even though her eyelids didn't blink the whole time, she still couldn't see how the sword was drawn.

As if he had directly omitted the step of drawing his sword, in just an instant, the miserable white sword qi had already pointed to his eyebrows.

Maybe before she died, all she could see was the miserable white sword light that penetrated her vision. The only consolation was that such a sharp sword qi would definitely not make her suffer any pain. All you have to wait for is the last bit of coldness......

Qu Chenyu has also drawn his sword.

Her lips are cold and her teeth are cold, and she is full of strength as soon as she makes a move.

The sword qi turned into a white rainbow and shot in front of An Yunchou, no one knew that her left hand sword was also close to this point, but it was still a little worse than Leng Ying.

With such a shocking sword, it was still too late to intercept Leng Ying's sword qi.

- until the fourth sword also joins the battlefield.

Because the eighth prince who was guarded by our group in the middle, there was suddenly one less person by his side, and there was also a thin sword under his neck.

Legend has it that when the White Sword Saint's "Emperor Celestial Sound" descends on the earth, it will induce the demonic corrupting creatures in the red moon. Leng Ying Youbi was more sure that what he had just smelled was the smell of the small desert storm!

Ying Yu swung his sword silently, and half of the "Snatcher" poked out, transforming into a white dragon with teeth and claws, roaring and rushing towards the cold eagle.

I have fought with generals in the army, and I can recognize the unfamiliar taste from it at a glance - this kind of backward, strong and domineering momentum, this kind of hot and iron-blooded, and disregarding human life like a mustard, reminds me of a young old opponent, but even this old opponent definitely has the scorching sun behind the eyes, swallowing mountains and rivers! It seems that this alone is like an army of thousands of horses, and anyone who dares to stand in the back will be crushed into dust!

Do you know where that sense of panic comes from, even if Yingfu hasn't left yet, but the eighth prince is still holding it out of your hand, and I think Leng Ying will dare to act again...... Suddenly, as if there was no bright light in the heart, you suddenly understood something.

Under Leng Ying's jealous gaze, Ying's confused figure was hidden in front of the long steps of the mountain.

'An Yunsleeve? Mu Cong's mind was racing, and he completely remembered where he had heard that name.

Before Mu Cong took dozens of steps, he finally broke free from the battle formation of the scorpion. That's because Glowing Confusion relaxed its offensive.

——The murderous aura under Leng Ying's body has not diminished in the slightest!

Chen Fubo suddenly felt a sense of palpitations, and inexplicably, he was shrouded in a panic with words.

I turned my head to look at the eighth prince who was restrained by Mu Congbin, and my attention returned to Yingfu. The white-clothed swordsman, who I feared even more, was looking up in the other direction of the mountain.

The man holding this snow-white sword was a one-armed man.

Chen Fubo felt a little strange, that eighth prince was inevitably too, and he was like this domineering Tianhuang nobleman at yesterday's banquet. But for now, I'm willing to be obedient, which is a bad thing.

The two swords struck each other in front of An Yun's sleeve door, only an inch away from the center of her eyebrows.

At this time, I didn't have time to think about it, I didn't have any ambiguity that I was afraid that I was the opponent of the white-clothed swordsman, and when I was in charge, I had to lose face, and before I withdrew to avoid hundreds of white sword qi, I shouted: "Do it!" ”

This woman with eyebrows with a blank expression, for the first time seriously looked at the white-clothed swordsman who was often ignored behind her eyes, her face was as clear as water, and she said hurriedly: "Who is he sacred?" ”

Just like An Yunsleeve couldn't see Leng Ying's shot clearly, Leng Ying also couldn't notice how this fourth sword appeared quietly in front of him.

But the armor did not move.

"That's the tactics of the army, what the hell is he-" The shock in Mu Cong's heart was repeated.

And the most perceptive of the divine senses is perceived even less than others. I could even discern the nature of the several breaths that were fighting in the distance, and how conspicuous one of them was, but which drew away the least of my mind. Because the owner of this breath is the monarch whom I have sworn allegiance to in this life!

I finally remembered some terrible legend and cried out again, "Dark Red Dunes! Is he a White Sword Saint? ”

When Leng Ying thought that the white-clothed swordsman would still answer, Ying Yu said in a dull voice, "Chen ...... Fubo! ”

That's all, in the sound of drums and galloping horses, the qi and blood in Leng Ying's body seemed to be pulled by a tangible demonic power, and gradually boiled. For my swordsman, who takes the heavy and agile style, control is to control one's qi and blood, and suspicion is a sign of extreme safety.

Leng Ying continued to fight, thundering in his ears, the wind was strong, and he could vaguely hear the beating of war drums and the galloping hooves of horses.

A peaceful battle broke out in the nearby palace, and the aftermath of the tremors was transmitted in all directions, a point that no one in the place could feel.

"Tsuki!"

In the blurred vision, a broken sword that was only half cut was reflected, the whole body was white, and the shape was not a little unfamiliar......

"Stop!" You exclaimed.

Leng Ying's skills can protect himself even in the midst of thousands of troops, but he feels unprecedented pressure in his eyes. These knight phantoms who rushed towards me bravely were not special soldiers, and they were all close to Xuangang's level at most. When thousands of Xuangang lowered their hands and swords at one person at the same time, even if they were weak martial saints, they could only enter the way without defeat.

An Yunsleeve returned for revenge in this life. But before the memory was awakened, he made an oath of allegiance to another person under the oasis of thorns, which can be described as a mistake and fate...... Although it was not my intention, with the awakening of the memories of the world, I gradually transformed into another person, but if there is confusion or bad, An Yunsleeve, even if there is resentment, but the arrogance and persistence in my heart will disappear with the change of identity? The white-robed blood oath of the next life has been repaid with his life, and with the passing of the four hundred robes, it has been annihilated into the dust of history. An Yun's sleeves stand up to the sky, a promise of gold, in that life, I will still miss the appointment!

The frightened and trembling "Eighth Prince" under your command tells you more clearly that things are going in the best direction as you suspected.

Even if she was rescued, the cold qi on the sword penetrated An Yun's forehead like a sharp cone, making her consciousness suddenly a little trance-like.

That's the "snatching of the soul" of the glow!

This white sword qi spread towards Mu Cong in waves, and there were several pitch-white vortices in the void, making me feel as if I was trapped in the battle array of ten thousand armies, and as far as the eye could see, there were enemies on all sides, and there was no way back.

Before a sharp pain in his head, Qu Chenyu finally came over.

At that time, Leng Ying had not been forced into a few bad steps by Yingfu.

The thin blade exuded a bone-piercing coldness, and the eighth prince shuddered and said tremblingly: "The man has mercy on his hands." ”