Nanchen on the edge of the ambergris pond, hearing someone shouting, looked sideways at Fan Bai flying from the mountainside, his scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, and at the same time, the golden silk yarn that followed also attracted his attention.

Dantian luck, the body of a vertical, swept towards Fan Bai, in an instant, the two people walking in the opposite direction met, the powerful big hand clamped her thin arm, the painful Fan Bai bit his lip tightly, his eyes were instantly stagnant, full of tears.

"Go, cut it off!" Nanchen roared, and the anti-scale sword came out of its sheath and slashed towards the golden silk yarn, this thrilling scene happened in a very short time, and everyone let out a burst of exclamation before they came to their senses.

However, the Reverse Scale Sword did not directly cut off the golden silk silk, but struck it back, Ling Qingyao's Xuan Ming Spirit Essence Sword, and Nanchen's Kaiyuan Soul Spirit Sword, the Reverse Scale Sword Spirit that was born when these two swords fused in Yuansong Valley, it was naturally familiar with Ling Qingyao's mind.

"It hurts, it hurts! Brother Nanchen, I'm Fan Bai!" Although she explained repeatedly, Nanchen didn't listen to Fan Bai's words at all, but pinched her chin and looked into her eyes with scarlet eyes, with a greedy hideous look on her face.

He took a fancy to Fan Bai's pair of magic pupils, "whoosh" cyan nails cut through her delicate neck, and there was a trace of demonic aura on her hands, it was obvious that Nanchen wanted to use magic power to force out the magic pupils and take them for himself.

"Let go of her!" There was a scolding from behind him, and he turned to look at Ling Qingyao who was following, Nanchen's face was stunned, and then he looked at the Reverse Scale Sword beside him, and his face suddenly became angry.

"Sword Spirit, if this happens again, I will definitely inject magic into you and expel all the creations in you, don't think I'm interested in these creations!" Nanchen said indignantly.

He glanced at the black giant and said again: "This place is really full of spiritual power, and it can contain Yao Root!"

Seeing that the black giant was about to make a move on himself, "Qiang!" Ling Qingyao showed off the Xuanling Sword, his brows furrowed slightly, his eyes contained heartache, and he shook his head slightly.

Seeing Ling Qingyao's act of resistance, the black giant's resentful eyes flashed with a fine light, and he raised his powerful arm and swung his fist forward, and the force smashed on the Xuanling Sword, and the bell sounded crisply, shaking Qing Yao's hands painfully.

Nanchen lay on the wound on Fan Bai's neck, and actually sucked a mouthful of blood, and the occurrence of this scene frightened everyone on the mountainside, and they all came forward to encircle and suppress, wanting to stop Nanchen's killing.

If Nanchen injected magic power into Fan Bai's body through the wound on her neck and forced out the magic pupil, it would be equivalent to killing Fan Bai as well, and his destructive behavior would naturally be resisted by everyone.

Ling Qingyao, with her flexible and vigorous posture, dodged the heavy punches swung by the black giant several times, which was already not simple, but despite this, she was still bruised by the gravel slammed by the heavy punch.

A golden silk yarn flew out and hit Nanchen's demonic palm, however, he flipped his palm over, not only dodging Ling Qingyao's attack, but also holding the golden silk silk yarn with his hand.

His act of forcing out the Demon Pupil was interfered with by Ling Qingyao, which completely angered Nanchen and gave him the idea of sucking Yaogen first, and Nanchen threw Fan Bai to the black giant.

After all, Ling Qingyao's petite figure was like a grasshopper to the black giant, and he was tired and snorted, and his anger had nowhere to vent.

"Choke!" A sword groaned out of its sheath, Nanchen held the sword and went straight to Qing Yao's heavenly spirit, Ling Qingyao was naturally familiar with his swordsmanship, and also held a sword to meet him.

Nanchen came up and swept the sword screen and wrapped it towards her, while Ling Qingyao used the Xuanming swordsmanship, the swordsmanship of the two seemed to be different, but they complemented each other's strengths and weaknesses, just like a tacit swordsmanship performance.

Ling Qingyao used swordsmanship again to wake up Nanchen to get out of the demonic thoughts, and Nanchen became angrier and angrier the more he fought, the more angry he became, the more courageous he became, and the strength was eager to cut Ling Qingyao off his waist.

Although Ling Qingyao's swordsmanship and positioning are much more delicate and exquisite than Nanchen's swordsmanship, swordsmanship and positioning are important, but strength is a determining factor.

Nanchen relied on his own creation and strength advantages, and fused the two sets of swordsmanship into "Killing Decision", although the sword dance is not ornamental, it is because his fusion is simplified, the best are selected, and strive to be in place in one step, which is very suitable for actual combat.

This also made Ling Qingyao retreat step by step, with her skillful swordsmanship, she could barely cope with Nanchen's one-step rhythm, and did not let herself be in a too passive situation, the more she could persist in coping, Nanchen naturally became more angry.

"Puff" The two red flames were extinguished, Ling Qingyao's face was shocked, she soared up, flipped in the air, and pierced vertically from top to bottom, her swordsmanship made Nanchen a little anxious, annoyed and angry.

The seven-colored strings vibrated in unison, stimulating the seven yao's supernatural powers, "Poof!" A big palm print of Qiankun was slapped and slapped towards Ling Qingyao, everyone was stunned, their eyes closed, and they knew that they were powerless to return to the sky.

"Yao'er, catch it!" As the words came out, a strand of golden silk yarn flew out of the pool water, and Ling Qingyao also quickly threw out the golden silk yarn, and the two silk yarns docked each other, and then the body was thrown to the side, barely avoiding the big palm print.

"Poof!" Ling Qingyao, who landed slowly, spat blood from her mouth, staggered a few steps and almost fell, at this time, Bai Jiao also came quickly, and waved a sword "Bell!" to block Nanchen who came to kill again.

"Rebel son, Bai Jiao doesn't have a son like you, cruel and ruthless, her heart is demonic, and even her wife and benefactor are killed, today I will kill you first!" Bai Jiao cried out angrily, her heart had collapsed to despair, and she walked towards Nanchen with a sword in her hand.

"Senpai, don't ?????? Cough, cough!" Ling Qingyao coughed dryly, trying to persuade the grief-stricken Bai Jiao, but unfortunately it was too late.

Nanchen narrowed his scarlet eyes slightly, and said angrily: "I can't do anything!" The sword slashed directly at his mother, and the sword he swung out was unrelenting.

Bai Jiao's swordsmanship is not as superb as Ling Qingyao's immortal swordsmanship, so she is naturally not Nanchen's opponent for the killing, and the two of them didn't have a few moves, and the sword in her hand was picked up by Nanchen and slashed directly at Bai Jiao's neck.

"Bell!" the long sword thrown by the queen resisted the slash of the reverse scale sword, and a purple vortex struck Nanchen, and it was a rapid fight, and the rhythm was very fast.

The twin swords are like forked snake cores, although the strength is not very strong, but the speed is definitely a whirlwind sweep, so that Nanchen is busy parrying, and has to beckon the black giant to face him, so that he can regain control of the rhythm of the fight.

Nanchen, who didn't break into bones, couldn't withstand the siege of everyone even though he was able to create it, and he couldn't even figure out where these people came out of there, why they launched a group attack on him.

At this time, Nanchen looked at Ling Qingyao on the side, and Fan Bai who she was supporting, frowned, as if he had discovered something, and rushed towards the two of them.

Bai Jiao saw that he still wanted to hurt them, and he was also extremely angry, and hurriedly waved away with his sword, which was strange

It was Nanchen who didn't parry, and let her stab her in the arm.

"Huh!" The blade tore open a wound, and Nanchen, who was desperate to run quickly, instantly gushed blood from his arm, and accompanied him as he swept by, spilling a trace of blood mist.

Ling Qingyao narrowed her eyes slightly, hugged the frightened Fan Bai, and quietly waited for Nanchen's blow, in fact, it was just a blink of an eye, Nanchen came desperately, so that they didn't even have a chance to dodge.

The two of them were instantly grabbed by powerful arms and rushed towards the deep pit smashed by the golden mountain, and almost at the same time, several lightning bolts struck down in the western canopy, as if to split the entire valley.

"Boom!" "Boom!" After the whimpering thunder, the fiery clouds in the western sky dissipated, "Damn! you claim that they are exterminating demons, and let the heavenly generals see what accomplices!"

At this time, the immersed valley was in a mess, and everyone recovered from the floating dust, supporting each other to find a companion, and a few wails were heard from time to time.

"Roar, roar, roar!" the black giant roared angrily from his wounded body.

At this time, Ling Qingyao, who was lying in the deep pit, looked up at her scarlet eyes, stretched out her delicate hand, and stroked Nanchen's bloodstained face, full of tenderness, staring speechlessly.

"Nanchen, don't leave us, Qing Yao, please!" Ling Qingyao's eyes were filled with tears, and that reluctant gaze made her scarlet eyes begin to be confused.

"Don't be obsessed with that demonic power, you have infinite creation, and Xiaobai and me, many relatives, Qingyao are waiting for you to come out of the demonic thoughts!" As she spoke, she couldn't control her long-suppressed sadness, tears like beads of broken threads, and raised her face to kiss his chapped lips.

He seemed to take the initiative to respond, indicating that Nanchen was coming out of his demonic thoughts, catering to Ling Qingyao's gentle and delicate breath, which was undoubtedly a good start, but his actions made Ling Qingyao depressed.

Nanchen stroked her waterfall of green silk and became a little crazy, however, it was not the response that Ling Qingyao thought, Nanchen was sucking the blood stains around her lips, not even the blood stains on her clothes.

This is a very dangerous signal, Nanchen tasted the blood of Yao's soul, and the sudden change caught Ling Qingyao, who had always been calm, off guard.

She didn't dare to resist, that would anger Nanchen's demonic thoughts, so she could only suffer in fear, feeling Nanchen's teeth, touching her skin several times, and even some signs of light scratches.

"Nanchen, I'm still your master!" Ling Qingyao looked up and murmured tremblingly, Nanchen, who was lying on her neck, stopped sucking blood stains, and her expression was stunned.

Ling Qingyao thought that what she had just said had an effect on Nanchen, however, Nanchen's scarlet eyes were staring at her chest, and her hand with blue nails tore open her collar.

Seeing his move, Ling Qingyao was completely desperate, closed his eyes slightly, and waited for the terrifying moment, the demonic power prompted his greed to suck his blood dry.

Nanchen twisted a gorgeous and colorful jade pendant from her chest, like a crystal droplet, and her scarlet eyes looked at the jade pendant, as if she had discovered a mystery.

"What is this?" Nanchen asked coldly.

Ling Qingyao opened his eyes, saw the jade pendant twisting in his hand, and said softly, "Tears of happiness!"