"Brother Yan, you and I have drifted together on the vast sea, rowing the moon and singing and dancing. We talked all night about the grandeur of life, and opened our arms to the rising sun. We watched the sunset fall into the sea like a burning fire, lamenting the shortness and helplessness of life, and our clothes were wet with tears......"

It was like a woman in the water staring at the long sword, telling it eloquently, and the sound was like a gurgling melting spring snow, revealing a slight warmth in the coolness.

The corners of Yan Zhenglang's mouth couldn't help but show a smile: "That was the most memorable day of the Sprinkle family." ”

In the end, you and I were relieved. ”

"Because you told the Sprinkle family that the sunset is also the rising sun of the next day. ”

"On the way to seek the truth, I will no longer be lonely. Ning Kongyu raised his head, and his appearance near the water seemed to be shrouded in hazy smoke and rain, "Brother Yan, no matter when and where, you are the only confidant in Kongyu's life." Come to think of it, Brother Yan is the same. ”

"Of course you are sprinkled with empty rain—" Yan Zhenglanghu's eyes flashed a trace of gloom, and he said astringently, "Confidant." "After all, he can't replace the Yu clan sword cultivator in Ning Kongyu's heart. He also looked for the other party in a negative anger, but since that person and Pei Changhuan talked about the river, he was like a mud cow into the sea, and there was no trace for more than ten years.

"Sky rain, Yaoxia's incident ......"

"Brother Yan, you killed Senior Sister Yaoxia mercilessly that day. I must know in my heart that with my empty and rainy temperament, I won't mind this matter, otherwise you will never attack her. ”

Yan Zhenglang sighed: "You really know how to sprinkle the empty rain." ”

Ning Kongyu smiled: "People have a life, and they must die." If you want to kill someone, you will naturally be killed, and it couldn't be fairer. Yaoxia is like this, Kongyu is like this, and Brother Yan is like this, so why should you be obsessed?"

Her words were extremely cold and cold, but Zhang Dongxu and the others were not surprised. Ning Kongyu, as a contemporary saint of Lingxi Zhai, specializes in ruthless swordsmanship, even if Lingxi Zhai's fellow disciples die in front of her, she may not frown.

This is Ning Kongyu's heart, and it is also her avenue. Therefore, although she had a good personal relationship with Yan Zhenglang, the Yuzhen Society of the Daomen still assured that she would join the siege.

A person in the realm of the Dao Realm, who can go against his own true Dao? is as strong as a generation of demon sect Tianjiao Pei Changhuan, and he also has to fight to the death with his friend Lu Ji.

Yan Zhenglang smiled bitterly, and then said with a high-spirited expression: "There is a confidant like Kongyu, and the Sprinkle family has no regrets in his life." If you want to kill the Sprinkle family, the Sprinkler family will never complain at all. ”

"Brother Yan, what is a confidant? What you do, I can understand. You can understand what I did. There will be no resentment and no regrets. Ning Kongyu slowly raised his long sword, flicked his fingers, and the fierce and ruthless sword qi rushed straight into the sky, roaring and shooting towards Yan Hitting the waves.

Yan Zhenglang's body was motionless, without dodging, and his eyes always stayed on Ning Kongyu's peerless beauty.

The sword qi swept through Yan Zhenglang's sideburns, and a cut of hair floated down leisurely, falling on the river, and was instantly swept away by the flowing water.

"Brother Yan is happy to do things, and he is a free and uninhibited person. Kongyu is indifferent, and he is a ruthless sword cultivator. Whether you kill me or I kill you, this friendship will not lose a single point, or lose a point. Ning Kongyu's long sword silently pointed at Yan Hitting the waves, and thousands of sharp sword lights surfaced out of the river, sparkling and flickering.

"Okay!" Yan Zhenglang was silent for a long time, glanced at Ning Kongyu deeply, looked up to the sky and roared, and the huge and domineering spiritual power surged in all directions like a frenzy, "There are still a few hiding shrinking eggs, all of them will be rolled out of the Sprinkle family!"

The violent waves swept by, the earth shook the mountains, the rivers overturned the trees, and countless mud, stones, grass and leaves burst out like fountains. Under the influence of the qi machine, the three figures were forced out.

The forests to the north were all collapsed, and only a tall, bare ancient locust tree stood alone. The head of the Ceres Sect has no blade, and his white hair is like snow, standing firmly on the branches. His face was ruddy and full, his body was as straight as a gun, his left hand was empty, shaped like a bow, and his right arm was spread out into a full moon, as if he was pulling an invisible string, aiming at Yan Zhenglang from afar.

Bing Fengzi, who died in the wilderness that day, was his only nephew.

"Shrink your grandma a bear! I've been here all along, you fucking dog can't see it, and you're screaming a fart!" On the mountain to the south, rocks rolled down, vaguely revealing the majestic outline of a towering giant. His voice was like a rock, about a hundred feet high, his limbs were as thick as the giant pillars of the sky, as if he had turned into a mountain, and a pair of brilliant copper bell eyes protruded from the rock wall, glaring indignantly, it was the Supreme Elder Jiumeng of the Immeasurable Pure Land.

The third person seemed to have fallen out of the void, with a clear face, heavy pupils, and overlapping ears, as if there were many layers of small ears, layer by layer. He was dressed in a gossip robe, stepping on cloud-patterned shoes, and a halo resembling a turtle shell appeared on the back of his head, and dozens of black and white dots flickered. After a few more glances, I felt that it was wonderful, as if the profound avenue mysteries contained in it.

Yan Zhenglang caught a glimpse of this person, and his eyes couldn't help but condense slightly.

Among the ten major sects of the Great Jin Dynasty, Guigu can be called the most mysterious sect. The mountain gate wanders erratically, inside a terrifying Void Nightmare. Guigu is proficient in various miscellaneous martial arts such as piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, medicine, divination, stars, and phases, and is known as a preacher of a hundred arts. The six sons of the bamboo forest, who are famous in the Great Jin Dynasty, all come out of this door.

Each head of Guigu is called Guiguzi, and it is rumored that it is because he is too insightful of the mysteries of heaven and earth, and in order to avoid heavenly taboos, he never reveals his true name.

This person is undoubtedly the second best rival after Ku Mingzi.

"I've seen Yan Daoyou. In fact, what Daoyou said is right, Poor Dao has always been timid and cherishes his life, and he can hide if he can, how dare he easily appear under the tiger power of Yan Daoyou?" Guiguzi calmly saluted Yan Zhenglang and smiled politely, "But Yan Daoyou knows, why do we know about your hiding?" As he spoke, his figure gradually faded away, as if he had disappeared into the void again, and it was difficult to find a trace.

"Ahh Even if the bloody brother betrayed him, there was no point in complaining.

He took off the wine gourd, raised his head and drank it all, and the vast and rich sea of knowledge reflected the positions of Kongmingzi, Guiguzi, Zhang Dongxu, Bai Wufang, Five Elements Venerable, Ning Kongyu, Wufengzi, and Jiumeng.

The eight people are each distributed in the positions of Qian, Kun, Xun, Zhen, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui, presenting the Daomen Bagua Formation, faintly integrated into one. Not only did it increase the combat power of eight people, but it could also support each other in formation, and never give him a chance to break through.

Since he defected from home at the age of seven, escaped from his mother's poisonous hands, and was born in tens of thousands of battles, this battle was the most dangerous, and he could not see a chance to live.

But how can he be afraid of hitting the waves?

The liquor entered his throat, and the blood rushed through his body like scorching magma, boiling as if it was about to burn. He put aside the wine bottle far away and sang loudly: "The mountains and seas are a little heavier, and they have passed through the eight wildernesses and wind and rain." Zhuanghuai dances and dances at night terrors, and the song is played in the morning, and he dares to be not parallel!

Hugh asked why the proud bones should be broken, and the blood in the cavity was hot. Drinking snow and playing the flute to shine on the river, generously painting the sky, and laughing for ten thousand years!"

In the midst of laughter, Yan Zhenglang leaned down, and actually took the initiative to take the offensive, and hit out with a punch.

The heavens and the earth were turbulent, the air waves were rolling and roaring, and the majestic fist power enveloped eight people in an instant.

Life is full of joy, what is the fear of death?