Ying was very satisfied with Yuan Ziyi's host.

All kinds of negative emotions make it explode with energy. At this time, there was even more fear in the air from the people of Kunshan City.

"Yes!" the black shadow was ordered, soft like a puddle of water, attached to the ground, moving towards the Kunshan Pavilion at high speed.

The dark shadow gradually loomed over it, accompanied by its low, rough laughter.

Ling Xiao and Mo Yang glanced at each other, even if Yuan Ziyi was not dead, this big drama would still continue to sing.

When encountering this kind of indomitable villain, the effect of the show can only be better, and it can't be a car accident!

"Do you still have enough spiritual power?" Ling Xiao glanced at Ink Yang, who had turned into a big cat, his eyelashes fluttered, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.

Of course, he cannot show weakness in this kind of issue involving the dignity of men.

"Of course. ”

As soon as the words came out, Mo Yang felt that the spiritual power around his body was mobilized, and that force rushed from the dantian through every Zhou Tian cycle, continuously injecting into the pitch-black giant sword.

Since Mo Yang cultivated the Tao, he had never had this feeling that his dantian was about to dry up, and he smiled bitterly, it seemed that he was a little overbearing.

The giant sword couldn't stop roaring, and the long hair of the woman standing next to the giant sword fluttered, and her bright amber eyes were stained with a trace of loneliness, making people only feel that there was only this person and a sword left between heaven and earth.

I only heard her muttering to herself: "He won't let Ling Xiao's sword come out of its sheath." ”

"But there is no way, there are so many injustices and injustices in the world...... There are always people who have hands that should be covered in blood. ”

Ling Xiao smiled, she held the Ling Xiao sword in her hand, the sword body was unsheathed, only to see a white light dazzling, the sword body was slender, the sword had grooves on the sword, and the bright sword body reflected her face.

It's just a bland stab, and the movements that all sword learners must practice at the beginning make people feel shocking killing intent.

The black shadow that rushed over suddenly hesitated and trembled.

It seems to have died many times because of this sword.

The monsters of the Demon Stream cannot be killed, and their death is only temporary. After many years, it will grow again in the Demon Stream, and inherit the will of the ancestors.

Again and again, being killed by such a sword, the ancestors didn't even have time to react, would they die today?

Clearly...... Obviously, there are so many delicious emotions in the world......

A sword that breaks the sky!

The shadows dispersed as if they had never appeared.

And the orange-haired girl who wielded the sword, the black flame between her eyebrows resurfaced again, beating as if it was about to burn, and the formation engraved on her body was also white at this time, lighting up one after another, until the black flame was suppressed.

Ling Xiao only felt as if he had been thrown into a forging sword furnace, and the burning pain spread all over his body.

Suddenly, Ling Xiao's brows tightened, and he felt a tingling pain in his eyebrows.

When Yuan Ziyi saw this, he laughed stupidly.

......

"My cultivation of killing intent, why are you carving these Zen formations on me?" The orange-haired girl lay obediently on the wooden bed, her clothes half-receded, revealing a smooth and beautiful back.

"Hiss......" She frowned slightly, her painful body moved, and Bai Shanyue's fingers were biased, almost crooked.

"The killing intent is too heavy, and sooner or later you will hurt yourself. Bai Shanyue just smiled, her fingers were stained with cinnabar, and she continued to move up and down the girl's smooth back.

Ling Xiao didn't feel that there was anything wrong with letting Bai Shanyue touch her body, she was a sword spirit who cared about what men and women were doing.

What's more, he is Bai Shanyue's natal flying sword, which is equivalent to a part of Bai Shanyue, and he can only go to what formation he wants to draw.

"Isn't a sword just a thing to kill?" Ling Xiao was just about to turn over, when he saw Bai Shanyue covering his eyes, "Yo, you're funny, I didn't wear clothes when I first transformed, and yesterday you didn't hold a succubus like this, what kind of innocence is pretending to be now?"

Ling Xiao smiled evilly, jumped up, wrapped his robe, and deliberately hugged Bai Shanyue's arm.

Bai Shanyue felt the soft touch on his arm, and he knew what it was with a slight use of his brain, he was neither annoyed nor ashamed, and quietly pulled his arm out of Ling Xiao's arms.

"Hey, who told your figure that you can't bear to look at ......" When he said this, although the corners of his mouth had a teasing smile, the tips of his ears did quietly redden.

However, Ling Xiao didn't notice, she rolled her eyes angrily, took off her clothes again, and continued to lie on the wooden bed.

"You can give me a little touch. ”

The girl turned her back to the man so that the man could not see her crimson cheeks.

His fingertips are so cold......

......

"I find it ridiculous sometimes. Yuan Ziyi stood up slowly, looking at Ink Yang, who was powerlessly stopped in front of the people of Kunshan City because his spiritual power was drained, and Ling Xiao, who was in pain because of the formation and demonic restraint, he was just comfortable in his heart.

"Before killing people in the right way, you must always shout for the way of heaven and count out the crimes of the person you want to kill. ”

"But didn't they kill anyone?"

"Which sword in your Kunlun Sword Shrine isn't stained with blood?"

"Bai Shanyue is really ridiculous. Such a peerless divine weapon is not used to kill people?"

Ling Xiaoshu opened her eyes and saw her eyes scarlet: "Heh, what are you, and you are worthy of mentioning the three words Bai Shanyue?"

"What did you put in the center of my eyebrows?" she flew forward, the tip of her sword pointing directly at Yuan Ziyi's neck.

The person in front of him was laughing wildly, looking more like a demon than Ling Xiao.

"The concubine is just a seed in it. Yuan Ziyi's expression changed, as if he had put on a mask in an instant, and said with a clever smile, "The national teacher said that this seed will grow a towering tree in your mind. ”

"Bai Shanyue won't let you kill, but as soon as he died, Kunlun begged you to kill. ”

"It's been three thousand years, and the blood stains on Ling Xiao's sword can't be washed clean. ”

"Kunlun is not your place to go, the demon stream is. ”

"You and I are the same kind of people, both hands are killing, why don't you throw yourself into the darkness?"

Ling Xiao raised her eyebrows, only to feel that the man in front of her was seductive, every word seemed to be stepping on the tip of her heart, the black flame on her forehead began to beat again, and her expression was a little trance.

"Master......"

It was Ink Yang who was calling her.

"I don't kill for the pleasure of my heart. Ling Xiao lowered his eyes and looked at his hand holding the sword, his fingers were verdant, like the hand of an eldest lady, "In the past, it was Bai Shanyue for this Kunlun and for this world, he died, and I should protect these." ”

"All the peace, when it is opened, there is blood underneath. ”

"I would like to smear my liver and brain for this prosperous world. ”

"I've changed my mind, I'm not going to kill you. Ling Xiao saw a person slowly walking over, she put away her sword, and said meaningfully, "Someone will always come to you to recover what they lost." ”

"You're laughing, I'm not afraid of ghosts—" He was about to laugh, only to feel a chill on his back, and his other arm fell to the ground.

It's Tsing Yi.

He wants to get back what he lost.

......

The people of Kunshan City, who were blocked by the giant cat, didn't know what exactly happened, but Kunshan City returned to tranquility, and they repaired the Kunshan City Cat Shrine, and the incense was at its peak for a while.

Ling Xiao carried the weak ink Yang on his back and walked up to Kunlun step by step.

"Master—"

"Huh?"

"What did Yuan Ziyi tell you just now?"

"He wanted to poach me, but I didn't agree. ”

"Oh. ”

"Where did you get that disposable mask? I found that Miao Miaofeng's small coffers are missing a lot of money, aren't you?"

"Hey......