Ying Ruge looked at Mo Ming, who had fainted on the ground, and sighed with a lot of emotion in her heart, but finally did not say a word. He looked at Liu Sanqing again, and said in a calm voice: "Sanqing, I'll bother you later." ”

Liu Sanqing turned his back to Yingru Song, just nodded, and did not say a word. The road is long, and I can't move forward for you, so I can only hold the sword in my hand and stand behind you.

Fusang in the east pole, Ruomu in the west. Where the sun rises, where the sun sets.

The two poles are born of each other, yin and yang are mutually reinforcing.

If the night does not come again, and the day is left in vain, and the golden crow shines on the earth for twelve hours, will the rivers not flow, and the living beings will die?

The battle between the black dragon and the eight white-clothed immortals continued, lingering like a song, making a move "Nayun Hand" with a claw, and the powerful suction force made Mo Ming's body fly towards him. His hands reached out and caught it steadily, looking at his brother's current appearance, Ying Ruge's heart couldn't help twitching.

The handsome and elegant son of the Mo family on weekdays, now that he looks at it again, he has a fever and burns most of it, and the burns on his body and face are also shocking. Even though he was so embarrassed, he still held the Mo Yu sword that had been re-inked in his hand.

I am merciful, I am merciful!

If the Buddha is ruthless, the devil comes to save the world, and the word compassion is tailored for whom?

"Mo Yu is empty, and Beichen is alone. ”

muttered the words originally written to Yue'er, and since then, he has already made a choice.

There are thousands of stars in the sky, except for the North Star, and the one called the Morning Star is slightly more special. I heard the master say that the morning star is a movie star, and there is no light. It is the morning star, the Chang Gung star, and the Tai Platinum star. No matter how bright it is, it is a movie star after all.

Since there is no light in the movie star, then don't force it anymore.

Ying Ruge made a sword with two fingers and probed the location of Mo Ming's acupoint, and before he could convey his Qi, Mo Ming's Qi source began to forcibly claim it. It's like someone biting your throat with their sharp teeth, greedily sucking the blood out of your veins.

As Qi Yuan slowly dried up, Ying Ruge's face became more and more pale, and his strength seemed to be drained little by little. There are also a few times when the movement of the arm is stretched out and the two fingers are stretched out to make a sword. Ying Ruge's next actions are more direct, and she is quite cruel to herself.

He simply raised his left hand, and without thinking about it, he bit it on his forearm. Just one bite lifted his spirits a lot, but the self-mutilation made his forearm bloody, and the tiger guy in the distance couldn't help but worry when he saw this scene.

The county lord had turned his back, his shoulders still trembling slightly, but he couldn't hear the sound of crying. Mo Qu'er, who originally had hatred for Yingruge, didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment.

It lasted like this for nearly a quarter of an hour, and Ying Ruge's body was almost at the limit, and it was also at this time that the battle between the white-clothed immortal and the black dragon was almost coming to an end. No matter which way you look at it, it is the black dragon that is exhausted, and the white-clothed immortals have the absolute upper hand. After several fights, the black dragon also seemed to be exhausted, helpless in the face of attacks. And the black dragon's counterattack was only powerless to wave the dragon's tail a few times, like a fish out of the water, powerlessly struggling.

As the haunting Qi transmission was exhausted, what he saw in front of him was blurred. And the ink tea, which received the lingering song again, also gradually opened his eyes. The fire-burned skin on his body healed and crusted over at a speed visible to the naked eye. When he opened his eyes and saw the moment he saw the lingering song, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Seeing Mo Ming wake up, a smile appeared on Ying Ruge's bloodless face. That smile, white and warm, was heard again in his lifeless voice.

"You're awake, it's fine. ”

The words fell, along with the output of the last trace of Qi, the only remaining six veins of Qi Yuan that lingered like a song were completely depleted and shattered. The destruction of Qi Yuan was tantamount to the depletion and necrosis of internal organs, accompanied by a mouthful of black blood spitting out, Ying Ruge's strength was exhausted after all, and his body leaned to one side and passed out.

Mo Ming just woke up, his body was not used to it, and he wanted to reach out to help, but after all, he was a step too slow. At this time, a sound of "dang" was heard, and then a white light shot into the body of the haunting song. Ying Ruge moved again, and Ying Ruge, who was about to fall, slammed his left hand to the ground, and the ground was even pressed out of a palm print.

Mo Ming looked at the person who had the same face as herself, and looked stunned. But when he saw the hatred and anger revealed in those eyes, he couldn't help but tremble. At this time, Mo Ming's brain was almost blank, and then thousands of emotions were chaotic.

Doubts, surprises, fears, fears, worries, and even, a faint hint of murderous intent.

The man in front of him stood up, he stared at his hands, and then sighed, "Like a song, like a song, whether the Mo family exists or dies, it has nothing to do with you, why bother?"

Mo Ming also slowly stood up, hesitated again and again, and finally asked: "You, who are you?"

The man in front of him turned his head sideways and looked at him, but there was a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth. Those eyes still shot out hatred and anger, but then the thunderous laughter spread throughout Tianshui Villa.

The county lord and the others couldn't help but be happy when they saw Mo Ming standing up again. can see the changes that linger like a song, and I can't help but tremble. But when I heard the thunderous laughter, I couldn't help but look depressed.

This laughter also attracted the attention of the immortals in the sky who were fighting with the black dragon, and the immortals with flame patterns in the sky frowned slightly. He looked at the black dragon, then at the Mo brothers, and in the end, the black dragon came first, and put the Mo family brothers down for the time being.

"Mo Ming, Mo Xuandi, remember today, your life, your Mo family, is the abandoned son of this Mo family, and you are saved by the song!"

Hearing these words, Mo Ming's eyes couldn't help but widen.

"The Mo family, the abandoned son?"

Mo Ming muttered these words in his mouth, and when he saw the other party's face, Mo Ming had already believed the words spoken by the other party. Without waiting for him to ask anything more, and not allowing him to think about it in detail, a burning sensation hit his acupoint again.

He was both pleased and frightened at the time of this feeling.

Mo Ming's forehead and sideburns began to ooze fine sweat, her teeth rattled, and her clenched fists and nails had sunk into the flesh of her palms. But even so, even though someone seemed to have forcibly stuffed a hot fireball into his chest, Mo Ming didn't snort.

Again, after half an hour, the white-clothed immortal basically subdued the black dragon, and the huge body of the black dragon was useless even if it would occasionally flutter a few times. For more than 800 years, he was a sword spirit black dragon in the realm of transforming gods, and at this moment, he is no different from a dying loach.

The white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern in the sky took out a simple-shaped scabbard from the square inch, preparing to beat the black dragon back to the shape of the sword itself, and then put it into this scabbard. Just as he was about to make his last move, the mutation made a comeback!

I felt that the murderous aura behind them was full of air, and then I heard the endless "banging" sound. As soon as they turned around, they saw a storm of sword qi shooting towards them like pear blossoms.

Seeing that something big was about to happen, but there was a spoiler again, how could the immortals in white not be angry. The sturdy white-clothed immortal flew directly in front of everyone, and then crossed his arms again, and the earth below them began to shatter, and then levitated more than ten zhang in front of them. The gravel and dirt fused into a shield in the shape of a gossip pattern more than ten feet in front of them.

The sword qi in the sky hit the gossip earth shield, and the gossip earth shield that the immortal turned into for defense began to appear in thin cracks under the endless sword qi attack in the sky. Then the cracks became larger and larger, and the fragmentation tendency became more severe.

Without waiting for the gossip earth shield to shatter, the handsome white-clothed immortal had already made a move. I saw him flick his sleeves slightly, and a huge turtle shell appeared behind the Bagua Earth Shield. The huge turtle shell had only reached the defensive position, and the gossip earth shield had already shattered. Then the sword qi in the sky fell on the huge turtle shell, like a sharp arrow shot on the iron shield, and the sound of "nails" continued to be made.

The white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern swept away and saw the source of the sword qi in the sky. The Mo family sword-bearer who was burned by fire and almost died. At this moment, he was naked, his hair was scorched, and his eyes were sharp. Holding a sword in his hand, he floated in the air with a spirit sword on his feet.

The Mo Yu sword in his hand was still in his hand, and the color of the Mo Yu sword had returned to its original pitch black.

And on the ground, the ghost boy who was also defeated by them put his hands behind his waist and looked at the battle situation in mid-air with contempt. Around him, there were twelve spirit swords floating and whirling. Then, with a wave of his sword, the twelve spirit swords converged into a straight line and shot at them one after another.

The immortal with the flame pattern in the sky couldn't help but want to crack, he hated why he didn't bear the life of these worldly ants early, and the big thing was about to happen, and at this juncture, this worldly ants came to get in the way again.

"Long Cheng, kill the ants on this ground!"

The person summoned by the Heavenly Flame Pattern was the white-clothed immortal who was injured first. As soon as he heard that he could finally open the killing ring, this white-clothed immortal called Longcheng was also full of smiles. Then he held the spirit sword in his hand, and the sword box behind him opened, and seven or eight flying swords flew out after him, flying towards Yingru Song.

Mo Ming didn't know, the county lord and the others didn't know, but this Longcheng immortal couldn't be clearer. Although this ghost boy stood on the ground and harassed them with a dashing sword, this ghost boy was not the original ghost boy.

The words sound strange, but to explain, it is Liu Sanqing, who makes him hate the root of his teeth, and is possessed by this ghost boy at this moment. Now all kinds of behaviors, needless to say, are all this Liu Sanqing is making trouble.

Except for the Impermanence Sword that was trampled under Mo Ming's feet, the other twelve spirit swords had already flown towards the white-clothed immortals. Seeing this Longcheng Immortal flying towards him, Liu Sanqing took one hand, broke away from the group of twelve spirit swords, and flew back towards him. The one that was turned back was naturally his fast sword, the thin horse.

"Liu Sanqing, you don't know whether you are alive or dead, you are already dead, so you will go to the Eastern Netherworld to reincarnate early. Now I want to regret it, it's too late!"

In the face of verbal ridicule and provocation, the corners of Liu Sanqing's mouth slightly hooked an arc, contemptuous, and sneered. The thin horse was held in his hand, and he was attached to Ying Ruge's body, and the swordsmanship and immortal techniques he learned before his death could be urged.

"Tarzan, town!"

The three words were spit out, and the Longcheng Immortal only felt that his body was as heavy as Mount Tai, and he fell rapidly, and then fell face down, and even fell into the earth. The eight flying swords that flew out of his sword box continued to fly towards Liu Sanqing, and vaguely, the speed seemed to be getting faster and faster.

Liu Sanqing didn't dare to hold it up, and he was even more afraid of hurting Yingruge's body, so he had to dodge left and right. After a lot of effort, and at the cost of being cut by the flying sword on the back and three swords, the thin horse sword cut off all seven flying swords.

With a slight slackness, the power of Taishan Town slowed down a little, and the Longcheng Immortal broke free from the shackles with a force. He flew away from the dirt pit and crashed into Liu Sanqing.

But at this time, another spoiler also took action.

Long Cheng Immortal only felt a strong wind coming from his right side, he reined in the momentum, and his body retreated, narrowly avoiding it. But even if he wasn't penetrated from the side, the right side of his face, from the laughing muscles to the cheek muscles to the wings of the nose, was cut open. The flesh had been turned over, and the blood had covered half of his face in an instant.

The one that flew away from the side of his face was an ice-blue sword.

Then a voice was a little lazy, and said leisurely: "The power of others can't kill you, so Lone will use his ability to see if he can kill you, immortal!"