"Town!"

Chen Jingxing jumped up, his palm sank, and he suddenly had the state of banning the world.

This stereotypical teacher has a literati demeanor in every move, and his weight is light, but his momentum is amazing, and he does not lose half a point to the martial arts master!

Wu Lingque was instantly crushed to the ground by the weight that rose from the sky, knelt down on his knees, and the ground cracked.

Chen Jingxing frowned:

"It's no longer my race, slash!"

When Su Yizhi and the other thirteen people heard this, they immediately increased their strength, and the aura of various swords between heaven and earth gradually condensed. Wu Lingque was already unconscious, and only had the instinct of a beast. He stood up suddenly, and forcibly withstood the weight between heaven and earth. With a roar, just go to the sky.

Chen Jingxing pressed down with one palm, and Wu Lingque was not afraid. The next moment, a black shadow was like a meteorite, which was slapped down by Chen Jingxing and smashed out a big pit.

Wu Lingque was not the opponent of the Great Transformation after all, but the next moment, in the pit, a bloody hand with a thicker and thicker black mist stretched out violently from the deep pit.

Chen Jingxing held his hand behind him, and that hand couldn't stop trembling slightly. With just a touch of palm, Wu Lingque actually frantically absorbed Chen Jingxing's light spiritual power in that blink of an eye. And after this kind of spiritual power, which should be the most repulsive to monsters, was devoured, it was still constantly strengthening Wu Lingque's strength.

"Fight quickly, kill!"

The color of the heavens and the earth changed, and countless sword qi and sword lights were in the vertical and horizontal field, taking turns to cut towards Wu Lingque. Black smoke appeared around Wu Lingque's body, slowing down those sword lights. The next moment, I saw that those sword lights shattered one after another, and then they were slowly sucked into Wu Lingque's body!

The black mist continued to expand outward, Chen Jingxing's realm was the highest, and he was the first to react to the place where the black mist passed, and all the aura would be swallowed up!

"Spread out!"

Chen Jingxing gave an order, and the thirteen people in the audience retreated one after another.

Su Yizhi frowned as he retreated, glanced at the terrifying black mist that was still spreading, felt the situation around him, and shouted angrily:

"Protect yourself, outside the black fog is absorbing our spiritual power!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately checked their own situation, and they were all shocked into a cold sweat!

I've never seen such a terrifying enemy!

"Remember, lend me the sword! you all stand down, and I'll destroy him!"

When Su Yizhi heard this, he immediately threw the saber to his real division commander. His sword is called "Rules", which is also a divine sword. What everyone didn't know was that this saber was a mortal sword that Chen Jingxing used to decorate when he was young. Chen Jingxing studied and became a saint, and the "rule" that was almost never unsheathed on Chen Jingxing's waist directly followed into a divine sword.

Chen Jingxing pulled out his long sword, pointed his sword downward, and for a moment, there were golden pages surrounding the periphery, enveloping the black mist.

"Such an evil thing must be destroyed here today!"

"Wait!"

A familiar voice sounded, and a green coat and a wooden sword hanging from his waist entered.

Rao is Chen Jingxing, who has such a steady temper, is also a little angry at this time, and said angrily:

"Feng Qianmo, where did you kill it?!The situation is serious, it's not something you can get involved with, get out!"

There is a wave here, and a wave suddenly rises in the distance. A girl in green didn't say a word, and rushed directly into the arena from the outside.

Chen Jingxing didn't know who was coming, so he hurriedly collected the sword array. The girl in green didn't stop and crashed headlong into the black mist.

It was also peculiar, the black mist avoided on its own, allowing the girl in green to approach Wu Lingque.

Wu Lingque's eyes were red, and he pinched the girl's neck with one hand and took off directly

Pick it up. In just an instant, Qi Xue lost the ability to resist, and her eyes were instantly suffocated with tears.

Wu Lingque's black eyes suddenly had a light, and his already blurred face forcibly became a little clearer. His throat seemed to be glued together, and he said one word indistinctly:

"Let's go!"

Grabbing Qi Xue's arm, the bloodshot dance wildly, one hand grabbed the snow-white neck like a vice, and there was no intention of slacking off. Wu Lingque roared angrily, and with the last of his strength, he slammed his left arm into the bloodshot right arm. In this way, the iron claw relaxed a little, and Qi Xue fell in front of Wu Lingque, coughing nonstop.

Qi Xue raised her head and looked at Wu Lingque, who had completely turned into a monster in front of her, the tears in her eyes had not dried yet, and there were red paw prints on her neck. In the blink of an eye, the black mist was about to spread again, and that punch consumed too much of Wu Lingque's energy, and he couldn't control this body at all.

Qi Xue's face was calm, she stood up slowly, and approached the monster step by step again.

"Na, Ling Que, I didn't betray you, I ...... I don't know, I don't know that Father will abandon you. Seeing him so hasty, I knew that I didn't have you to go to Dongcang this time......"

No matter how calm Qi Xue was, her face was still full of tears:

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry...... It was our Qi family who made you like this......"

Qi Xue stepped forward and hugged the person in front of her before the bloodshot right arm grabbed her. From the moment she decided to turn back, she had no intention of going back alive. The spiritual power continued to drain, Qi Xue's long hair turned snow-white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her skin aged rapidly, giving birth to countless wrinkles. But she just hugged it, and her white hair was like a cloud, softly wrapping the young man who had suffered countless wounds in it.

That's her teenage hero.

"Ling Que, I will never let you go again......"

The bloodshot calmed down, Wu Lingque's face was still hideous, but his arms were frozen in the air. At this moment, the world is quiet, and time is stuck.

Qi Xue hugged the abyss-like body that was still absorbing spiritual power, raised her head weakly, looked at the long robe, and said softly:

"Sir, make a move. ”

President Chen Jing sighed:

"Children's private feelings are the most wrong, and children's private feelings are the most moving. ”

The long sword was in the air, the golden light escaped, and at this time, another green shirt suddenly rushed into the field centered on Wu Lingque.

Chen Jingxing hurriedly withdrew his hand and looked at Feng Qianmo who rushed into the field. Chen Jingxing frowned:

"He is a scapegoat, and he still wants to protect Wu Lingque?! He killed Gao Shanyuan, and now he is in the devil, and there is no turning back!"

In the field, there are only three people left. Chen Jingxing, who is so high in the realm that he is reborn, deliberately avoids it, Wu Lingque is now a bottomless pit, once even he is accidentally absorbed spiritual power, then the people here will die here.

Feng Qianmo didn't care about his realm at all, and his spiritual power flowed by like flowing water.

Calmly bowed to Chen Jingxing, Feng Qianmo said in a deep voice:

"I've got a sleepy dragon nail!"

"When you get close, you will already have no spiritual power, disturb him, and you will definitely die!"

Feng Qianmo was silent, he turned around and looked at the two people hugging each other in the distance, feeling a lot of emotion.

He bowed slightly, let out a long breath, and evoked a smile:

"Water, today, I'll save you!"

The next moment, Feng Qianmo suddenly disappeared like a cyan electric light, and Wu Lingque felt that the threat was about to attack, but the electric light passed through rapidly, and in the moment of his hesitation, all the key acupuncture points were nailed to the trapped dragon nail!

But Feng Qianmo also ran out of spiritual power

, after all, he couldn't get out of the way, and he was picked up by Wu Lingque, who was already as strong as a beast, and he was about to break his heart with a punch.

At this time, the thickest and centered red thread on Wu Lingque's arm suddenly shone brightly, and a phantom shadow forcibly stopped the punch. Before disappearing, he seemed to have glanced at Feng Qianmo.

That phantom is the appearance of Lu Yuan of the Autumn Water Sect.

The phantom didn't have much sanity for a long time, but at the last moment, Shengsheng saved Feng Qianmo, because he felt a familiar breath that was the Qiushui Sect's mental method.

"Town!"

Chen Jingxing pressed down with a palm in the sky, and the three people in the audience were already exhausted, and they all fell asleep for a while.

Wu Lingque, who was asleep, breathed slowly, and between the breaths and breaths, the spiritual power of heaven and earth continued to gather and condense around him.

......

When he opened his eyes groggily, Feng Qianmo only felt weak, and sat up with his body. The furnishings in the room are simple, but there is quite a pattern, simple and simple but full of atmosphere, and it is a big family at a glance.

Feng Qianmo knew that he had returned to the Zhenbei Palace. But at that moment just now, Feng Qianmo, who was re-dressed in a cyan shirt, suddenly felt a little trance, as if he had a big dream.

Feng Qianmo got up and got out of bed, and slowly paced to the square table, where the luxurious green robes that had been rewashed were stacked squarely. Feng Qianmo rubbed slowly, and the sleeve of the green robe was embroidered with the mark of killing a wolf, which was a hideous wolf head.

There's no going back.

A teenager is not a teenager, and the deceased is no longer the deceased.

The current Feng Qianmo is the leader of the killers, a stain on Wanjun Mountain; Wu Lingque is a traitor in Zhenbei, who collaborated with the enemy to kill his seniors; Tingtao Pavilion is long gone, and they have all changed. Those days, I can't go back.

Feng Qianmo took off his robe and put on the cyan robe, his temperament was already so stable that he didn't look like a teenager.

He stepped forward slowly and opened the door, where the sun was already high. The sun shone on his much-thin, long-lost face, which made him a little unable to open his eyes. However, it was soon the incandescent sunlight that didn't have much heat, and Feng Qianmo let out a sigh of relief.

The situation has reached the point of no return, but we have to move forward, don't we?

Feng Qianmo finally stepped out of the room, his steps were frivolous and weak, but they were extremely fast and chic.

"Water, the world changes, things are not people. But there's always something I can't say, that's still there, it's not changing. ”

The young man's gaze is firm:

"I want you to live. ”

When Feng Qianmo was looking for Mr. Chen, a familiar red dress suddenly came into view.

The last time they met, they were children who followed the man, but now they are both grown up.

Red Yi no longer wears the thick cotton robe he had when he was a child, he is taller and has a slender figure. She walked dignifiedly, no longer as lively as usual, and her steps were slow and steady. A face has shed its last childishness, and it is thrillingly beautiful. There is a little less innocent romance between the eyebrows, and more of the unique depression of a girl.

She walked towards Feng Qianmo like that, her eyebrows and eyes were bright:

"Long time no see. ”

Feng Qianmo sighed how could there be such a beauty in the world, in the past, he would never have imagined that the princess's appearance, demeanor, and temperament could go to the next level.

bowed slightly, Feng Qianmo was no longer the silly boy:

"I've seen the princess. ”

Feng Qianmo raised his head, he remembered the white-clothed sword immortal who didn't know where to go, the three of them had been separated in the past, and each had gone through thousands of years;

"Long time no see. ”