The night is blue, and the porcelain white clouds are surging.

A pungent smell of blood filled the wind, and Lin Ziyun's eyes, engraved by wind and frost, sank deep into the night, as if they were as deep as a black hole. There was a faint smile between his eyebrows, but the murderous aura hidden in his eyes made the two men opposite involuntarily feel a coldness. A sixth-layer cultivator of the Qi Refining Realm had already killed two eighth-layer cultivators with his own hands, and this was not any luck.

This person is decisive in killing, calm in heart, like a cold-blooded tiger wolf.

There are only two people left in the West Wind Four, and there must be no more misses, and a cold glint flashed in the corner of the red-haired and long-eyed man's eyes. The Heavenly Sword hung in the air, mixed with infinite cold light, and there were wisps of spiritual power surrounding it, exuding an astonishing aura.

Lin Ziyun is like a sword eyebrow, more like a cold blade hanging in the air. He raised his eyebrows, and the cold light was revealed, wanting to kill the opponent.

"Wow ......"

There was no wind under his feet, and the yellow leaves of the trees were floating one after another. Lin Ziyun raised his hand with mysterious runes surging, and even more spiritual power transformed into a dragon and tiger. Flying immortals with three thousand swords, attracting the sky full of stars, using all things in the heavens as swords, cutting the sky, and breaking the nine heavens.

This sword is a cold light that people dare not look at directly. This sword is a heavenly thunder that swept across the sky and slashed from the Nine Heavens. With this sword, Lin Ziyun is killing and wants to cut off his popularity.

This was not the oppression that a mere Qi Refining Realm sixth-layer cultivator could bring to him, and the red-haired man, one of the four evils of the west wind, knew that he still underestimated this middle-sized man in white. The thought that the sword was facing a foundation building monk suddenly rose in his heart, and this feeling became even stronger, and even he finally retreated.

With a sword split, the golden and silver light exploded, the sword light flashed all over the sky, and the sword shadow flew like a ghost. The red-haired man resisted with the heavenly sword in his hand, only to feel that the spiritual power of the man opposite seemed to carry endless power, it was not spiritual power at all, nor was it immortal power, but more like the great power of nature, like a heavenly calamity, unstoppable.

"Poof......

Three thousand swords of the Flying Immortals, surrounding the two of them, attacked indiscriminately. After Lin Ziyun finished using this move, his body shook, and he felt that the spiritual power in his body was almost dry, and he showed a wry smile. I just hope that this blow will work and take the lives of two people. Thinking back to today, it was the second time he had used the special move, and the spiritual power was consumed too quickly, and even if he took out the spirit stone in the storage bag that he had killed before the four evils of the west wind to absorb it, it would not be useful. In the final analysis, it was his spell, and the Dao technique was too simple. If there were people like everyone else, with spiritual treasures, elixirs, and talismans, they would not have fought so hard.

Lin Ziyun held his breath slightly, although he was not sure that one sword could kill two people, but the other side was by no means uncomfortable. As for the backhand, he had already cast the spirit trick just now, and set up the formation with the previously carved talisman. Even if the two of them fought back, Lin Ziyun still had some offensive runes in his hand. As for the true skill of Fu Immortals, Lin Ziyun will never use it unless it is absolutely necessary.

Whether it was the red-haired man's Heavenly Sword, or the man wearing armor who had cultivated at the eighth level of the Qi Refining Realm, he felt as if his body had been smashed by a meteorite, and his body fell like a paper kite with a broken thread.

The Heavenly Sword turned into powder, the black armor shattered, and the two of them covered their chests and spewed out a mouthful of reverse blood. The west wind was bad, and all of them were damaged in the hands of Lin Ziyun.

"Let's go. ”

The red-haired man gritted his teeth and took out a yellow-colored talisman to resist the sword qi, pulled another monk with a dying breath, and turned around and fled.

"Wow, that's great. Shen Luyi saw Lin Ziyun's great victory and cheered.

Lin Ziyun saw the two fleeing and didn't plan to chase after them. He first came to the side of one of the dead people in the West Wind Four, and skillfully groped for the storage bag. didn't have time to see what was in the storage bag, Lin Ziyun helped Shen Luyi to get up.

Lin Ziyun's spiritual power was seriously consumed, and the two of them were not in a hurry to look back at Jiang Mansion.

After a night of fighting, time passed like the white dew in the morning steaming in the sun. The sky was already glowing with a white gray light, because he was at the edge of the forest, and the whole world was shrouded in thin smoke. Autumn is cool and the water is cold, and the whole world seems to be a cup of white coffee.

In the early morning, the fog was thick, and hoarfrost covered the yellow leaves of the withered grass. Shen Luyi lit a bonfire last night to keep warm, and it was okay late at night, but after the faint light was lit, he felt a little colder. She rubbed her hands together and leaned against the fire to bake.

She was tired all night, and her eyes were already a little hazy. I don't know when, I vaguely heard someone who seemed to be talking to me, and Shen Luyi woke up. As soon as she turned around, she saw a man in white with short hair looking at her with a smile on his face.

Shen Luyi originally felt that his hands and feet were cold, but when he saw the warm smile of the man, his whole body was warm for no reason, and it seemed that with him, he was no longer so scared and cold.

"Thank you, sir, for your repeated rescues. Shen Luyi smiled slightly.

"Human life is at stake, not to mention that it is about Lin herself, why should the girl be polite. Lin Ziyun said with a smile.

"Every time I say goodbye in a hurry, the little woman hasn't asked for the name of the gentleman?" Shen Luyi said with a smile. Her pear vortex is shallow, her silhouette eyes are indescribably good-looking, a pair of phoenix eyes are shining, and her beautiful cheeks are as white as jade.

"A certain surname is Lin, with two names Ziyun, and he serves as a staff member in General Qin's mansion. I don't know the girl's name, but I was fortunate to know each other. Lin Ziyun said.

The little woman Shen Luyi has seen Mr. Lin, and she is grateful for Mr. Lin's rescue. Shen Luyi greeted slightly.

"Shen Luyi, could it be the daughter of Lord Shen's mansion?" Lin Ziyun exclaimed.

Shen Luyi didn't expect that this life-saving benefactor would hear his name, and he was overjoyed.

"My father is indeed the governor of Qingzhou, Mr. Lin is from the fairy family, and the little woman does not dare to be arrogant. Shen Luyi replied.

That night, Lin Ziyun went to participate in Shen Zang's birthday, and later met Shen Luyi in a hangover on Chang'an Street. Later, they met by chance in the suburbs of Chang'an, and the two had to say that they were fated. Lin Ziyun and Shen Luyi looked at each other and smiled, the warmth in their eyes seemed to be friends who had known each other for many years.

In addition to Lin Ziyun, Shen Luyi has not slept all night, and in the annex of Wangjiang Mansion, there is also a person rolling around on the incense bed, sleepless all night.

The maid didn't know how many times the princess had called her name, so she opened the door cautiously with her eyes in her heart.

"White Smoke, that damn sect leader hasn't come back yet?" exclaimed Princess Zhang Le.

"Back to the princess, Sect Leader Lin hasn't come back yet. The maid whispered.

"It's so weird, the green clothes are gone. Could it be that someone found out?" Princess Zhang Le was suspicious.

"Go out, and if the man comes back, tell Hongu at once. ”

The princess's personal maid stopped talking, and Princess Zhangle, who was watching, was upset. She waved her hand and motioned for her to get out. The little maid finally couldn't help it, and said in a low voice: "Princess, you haven't rested all night......

"White smoke, I don't listen to what this palace says, do you?"

The little maid knew her princess Zhangle's temper, so she didn't dare to continue to speak, and hurriedly retreated.

Ever since she heard the little maid say that Lin Ziyun was a cultivator, Princess Zhang Le suddenly found that Lin Ziyun was not so annoying, and seemed to be a little handsome. If Lin Ziyun was really the head of the General's Mansion, the barbarian princess might think that this person's arrogance would be annoying, but Lin Ziyun was a cultivator, and that immortal would compare himself to an ordinary person?

The little princess plucked another pot of flowers and leaves in the room, and she was upset and did not see good news for a long time. On the one hand, he was anxious that Shen Luyi disappeared, and on the other hand, he was worried about Lin Ziyun, and he couldn't tell which one the little princess cared more about in her heart.

"Princess, Sect Leader Lin is back, and he is still with the eldest lady of the Shen family. The little maid said hurriedly.

"White smoke, you serve the palace to freshen up. Princess Zhang Le was overjoyed.

"Does Hongu look spiritual?"

The little maid was about to die of grievance, and pouted and said, "Princess, you have dark circles under your eyes, and you haven't slept all night......"

Hearing the white smoke chattering, Princess Zhang Le was even more annoyed. She looked left and right at the bronze mirror, a hundred dissatisfied, a thousand uncomfortable.