In the faint blue light, the figure is blurred, and it is difficult to see the true face.

A monstrous coercion shrouded down, covering a radius of hundreds of miles.

Under the night, the eyes of those demon beasts in the wild were full of horror, and when they looked in the direction of the elf clan, they could all feel this terrifying aura.

It's just an afterimage, and it can bloom with such earth-shattering power.

At this moment, the lonely defeated sky looked up to the sky and roared like a madman, and in the roar, it was difficult to hide the pain.

The power in the Purple Demon Wolf King's beast crystal was not at all something that his body could bear.

The blood-red eyes did not have a trace of clarity, and the forehead was already covered with dense green tendons.

In the faint blue light, the illusory figure slowly stretched out a hand, his skin like congealed fat, and gently caressed it on the face of the lonely defeated sky.

The movement is extremely gentle.

Immediately afterwards, the blurred figure gradually condensed and became clear.

It was the figure of a woman, wearing a long skirt and a cloudy bun.

The world-like face, demure and refined, is like a beautiful picture......

"I didn't expect that after many years, we met like this."

A murmur, ethereal as heaven.

Among the bright starry eyes, staring at the scarlet eyes of the lonely defeated sky, they were full of tenderness and love.

The next moment, a finger stretched out, and a ray of faint blue light slowly released and injected into the eyebrows of the lonely defeated sky.

The roar suddenly diminished until it disappeared.

The red eyes, the eyelids blinking slowly, as if heavy as lead.

"Get a good night's sleep, you're so tired."

A word fell, and the lonely day was drowsy, although he struggled hard, but to no avail.

The eyelids slowly closed, and the scarlet eyes closed to staring at the illusory face in front of them.

Everything seems to be quiet again.

Lonely Heaven lay in the arms of the figure, already asleep.

At this moment, in Qiong Shang's eyes, it was difficult to hide a fierce look.

"Sure enough, it's you, Long Ling'er!"

In the faint blue light, the figure, although it is slightly illusory, but the facial features are already clearly recognizable.

In this person's body is the rooting technique released by Long Ling'er, which Qiong Sheng had guessed before.

"A person who is regarded as a goddess by the elven clan has had an affair with a human being, and has a child!"

"Huh! Aren't you afraid of being scolded and laughed at by future generations? ”

Qiong Sheng couldn't hold back the anger in her heart and scolded angrily.

On the side, Yebei couldn't help but be shocked.

Long Ling'er's three words, how can Yebei not know.

That's the lonely mother.

Nine years ago, he drowned in the eastern frontier with 400,000 lonely soldiers.

This is an indisputable fact.

At this moment, it appears in this way.

And this person said that she was the goddess of the elf race?

The mother of the lonely defeated sky is an elven clansman?

What's going on here?

Long Ling'er gently hugged the lonely sky, looked sideways at Na Qiongsheng, and slowly stretched out her arm.

With just one finger, a monstrous invisible coercion shrouded down, gathered into a point, and hit Qiong Shang's body.

"Poof......

Qiong Sheng was suddenly hit hard, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

The power is so domineering.

The corner of Yebei's eyes twitched, and his doubts deepened.

If this person is really Long Ling'er, the mother of the lonely defeated sky, with this strength, how could he have been framed by the national capital at the beginning.

400,000 lonely soldiers, how can they bury their bones in the frontier.

"Just a remnant of rooting techniques, and you want to defeat me?"

Qiong Sheng wiped away the blood stains from the corners of her mouth, and stared at Long Ling'er with a sinister gaze.

"It's too simple!"

The words fell.

Qiong Sheng stepped out in one step, and the strength in her body went down the palm of her hand, all condensed on the rattan whip in her hand.

The two-meter rattan whip emitted a buzzing sound, originally soft as a thread, but now it became straight, as hard as a black iron like a sharp sword, exuding a cold glow.

One more step, the blood gushed outward, and the momentum was terrifying.

Is this burning dantian?

Qiong Shang's eyes were gloomy, and she clearly knew that the strength of this Long Ling'er was above herself.

To shoot, it is necessary to go all out.

But fortunately, this is just a trace of her rooting remnants, if the body is here, she doesn't dare.

The next moment, when the aura reached its peak, all of them converged on the 'sharp sword' and suddenly stabbed out.

This sword, piercing the night sky, contained amazing power.

Yebei's deep eyes stared at the chilling blow.

If you are not injured, can you take this blow?

The answer, I'm afraid, is no.

It can be seen from this that Qiongsheng's strength has reached the peak of the Nine Realms.

The honor of the ninety-five, the end of the pinnacle.

With such strength, who can be opposed?

In an instant, the sword had arrived.

In the faint blue light, Long Ling'er still hugged the lonely sky, did not move for half a minute, and the long dress hunted and danced.

Qiong Sheng held the sword in both hands, and the two-meter-long sword was like a sky-breaking spear, wrapped in layers of true qi, exuding an indestructible momentum.

However, when they were half a meter away, it came suddenly.

Not even a corner of the dress was touched.

No matter how hard Qiong Shang exerts, she can't stab a single bit.

His eyes were full of horror.

"It's just a remnant of a holy root, and I can't even beat ......"

A murmur, it is difficult to hide the unwillingness.

This seems like a half-meter distance, but it is like an insurmountable chasm.

It's even more of a gap between the two.

At this moment, Long Ling'er's voice floated faintly.

"Your spiritual root is useful for Tian'er."

When the words fell, a coercion swept out in an instant.

Qiongshang wanted to escape, but she was firmly trapped by this coercion and couldn't move.

And how can the other party not hear what he means when he says this.

"If you want my spiritual root, go dream!"

The matter has come to this, and the bloodshot is already full of Qiongsheng's eyes.

She accelerated the burning dantian in her body, wanting to burn it completely.

Even if she died, she couldn't leave the spiritual root to her Long Ling'er.

"Stubborn."

The four words of Leng Yan fell, and Long Ling'er stretched out a void with one hand.

Suddenly, the sound of murderous screams resounded in the night sky.

It's creepy.

Qiong Shang screamed repeatedly, as if she was experiencing some kind of severe pain.

That's right, it's the art of stripping.

In less than ten seconds, Qiongsheng's body slowly began to become transparent, and the next moment, it turned into a little starlight and drifted away with the wind.

The screams suddenly stopped.

Long Ling'er's face was not wavering, and she slowly withdrew her palm, and in the palm of her hand, there was a jade stone slightly smaller than an egg.

It looks very similar to the little flower fairy, but it is bigger.

The next moment, a dark blue flame rose from the palm of his hand, refining this jade into a cloud of gas and absorbing it into his body.

After doing all this, he caressed the sleepy face in his arms with one hand.

The movements are still so gentle.

It's late at night.

And in this mountain forest, it seems more and more secluded.

Yebei moved forward, clasped his hands into fists, bowed slightly, and bowed in a proper manner.

"Aunt Long."

Long Ling'er is not a stranger to the three words, but he is a real person, and it is naturally the first time he has met.

In the whole world, there are not many people who can make Yebei salute like this.

But Xiaotian's mother, a lonely army defending the frontier with death.

No matter which one it is, it is worthy of the awe of the night north.

"You're badly wounded."

Long Ling'er slowly looked sideways and looked at Yebei.

The white robe was already soaked with blood.

One wound after another, shocking.

Then, he slowly stretched out his palm, and the dark blue true qi was faintly surging.

"It's okay to hurt a little."

Yebei smiled slightly, "You better treat Xiaotian first." ”

Long Ling'er's strength is beyond doubt, and it is definitely above herself.

Healing Xiaotian is naturally not a problem.