"Brother Clear......"

Tang Xue let out a call that was as soft as water, but it fell in Qing Tianzhao's ears, but it was tantamount to a thunderclap in the clear sky, and his facial expression suddenly became extraordinarily exciting. I never dreamed that Ji Chengche was actually an old acquaintance with the fairy in his dream, not only that, but the relationship between the two people seemed to be very likely, unusual, and different.

Heavenly Taoism is a Taoist gate, and Taoist has the laws and concepts of Taoism. The so-called jumping out of the Three Realms is not in the Five Elements, from a certain point of view, it is not completely vain, for these cultivators of the Dao Sect, there are many people who regard princes and princes as dung.

Therefore, from Qing Tianzhao's point of view, Ji Chengqing's identity as a disciple of Mr. Da can attract his attention more than the identity of His Royal Highness the prince today, but it is nothing more, far from the point where he needs to be respected or even admired.

However, Tang Xueluo is different, in Qing Tianzhao's eyes, this beauty from afar is like a precious gift specially given to him by God. She not only has the supreme and respectful status in the sect, but also has the beauty of Lan Xinhui.

From the second Tang Xueluo appeared in front of his eyes, Qing Tianzhao fell madly into a dream-like psychedelia and couldn't extricate himself, thinking about her from time to time.

The Dao Heart, which had never been shaken by anyone in twenty years, completely collapsed in an instant.

It's a pity that no matter how fierce and sincere Qing Tianzhao's eyes were when she looked at Tang Xueluo, she was never moved. Since coming to Tiandu Peak, he has lived in seclusion for most of the time, and has only appeared on a few major occasions. Although Qing Amaterasu regarded himself as dignified and more noble than most of the disciples of the Heavenly Capital Sect, the opportunity to meet the person in his dreams was very rare, which made people sigh. But the more this is the case, the more he feels lost in his soul, so that when he thinks about it, breathes in, dreams and wakes up, it is just that beautiful shadow in purple.

Just now, he was ordered by Tianbo Zhenren to go down the mountain to welcome Ji Chengqing, and he felt reluctant to do it, but he didn't like it. I didn't know that I met Tang Xue by chance on the way, and offered to take the initiative to accompany me to the front mountain to welcome guests, how could Qing Tianzhao not be surprised and agreed.

I thought that the emperor would live up to his wishes, and finally had the opportunity to dredge his mind to Tang Xueluo, if he could take care of the two of them and walk side by side to enjoy the spring, the good things in life would be nothing more than that. Who knew that the falling flowers were intentional, the flowing water was ruthless, and what she did was just Ji Chengche alone.

At this moment, Tang Xueluo had already walked to Ji Chengqing's approach with a smile of infinite joy, and he was so overjoyed that he didn't shy away from holding his hand.

The disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect were stunned, almost unable to believe their eyes.

Qing Tianzhao's chest was mixed with shame and annoyance, and he suddenly shouted: "Ji Chengche, you dare to blaspheme Fairy Tang, and you won't let go!"

"Keng!" the sword sounded like a dragon, and the wind and clouds surged on the balcony, and the vitality of all directions gathered and drummed, reflecting a cyan glow in the air between the lightning and the stone fire.

"Whew-" The wind rises and the rain falls.

I saw thousands of strands of cyan rain lines sweeping the sky from the "Duanyuan Immortal Sword" of Qing Tianzhao, and the clear and pure sword blade like green frost pierced the sky, like a dragon that traveled clouds and rain, carrying the wind and rain to the world.

"Yulin Bell!" Hai Mingyue couldn't help but exclaim, but was drowned out by the sound of a bell and a sword that sounded in the wind and rain.

The wind and rain are like obscurity, and the sky and the earth are yellow.

The rain lines turned into thousands of sword qi, sword intent and sword momentum, pouring out the air and swallowing the sky, which was enough to make the mountains and thousands of sores teach the sea to be full of holes, and it was inspiring and incomprehensible.

Ji Chengche was startled, sensing that the Duanyuan Immortal Sword was full of strong killing intent and monstrous hatred, Qing Tianzhao's sword was actually intended to kill himself!

His sword eyebrows were raised, and the knife box behind him rang loudly and flew into the air, only to see the box open with momentum like a sea!

"Hmm-" Before the fairy sword arrived, the sword rain had come, and thousands of cyan rain threads stabbed straight at Ji Cheng's whole body.

Ji Chengche took a step forward and pulled Tang Xueluo behind him with his backhand.

"Boom!" a furious rush lifted from under his feet, surging towards the incoming sword rain like a sea of mountains. I saw that the cyan sword rain seemed to hit an invisible mountain, twisting and rolling and stagnating.

In an instant, the sword rain in the back row swirled in, just like the back waves of the Yangtze River, the front waves were magnificent and unstoppable, and the "Kalala" smashed Zhenhai Hurricane.

Ji Cheng's expression did not move, his left hand clenched Tang Xueluo's Qianqian jade finger, and his right hand moved the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife, slowly crossing a horizontal line in front of him.

"Sneer—" The blade sliced through the void, violently slamming into the Eight Directions Yuan Qi and emitting a ball of brilliant light.

With a knife crossing, a vacuum suddenly appeared in front of him, and countless rain lines exploded into water vapor, and he couldn't cross the thunder pool one step.

The Fetal Yuan Divine Knife went down again, and it was a void slash that stood up to the sky and the earth.

"Woo-" The sword is more prosperous like a peacock opening the screen, attracting the clouds and clouds of the four seas, and the dragons and tigers of the eight desolations, and steadily keeping Qingyu out of the door and not allowing an inch to enter.

Qing Tianzhaojun's face changed slightly, and he vaguely recognized the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife.

But he didn't believe that this important weapon of the country, which symbolized the supreme kingship of the demon race, would easily fall into Ji Chengqing's hands, and he didn't want to give up, so he raised his skill to ninety percent at the moment, and pushed a type of rain bell straight to the realm of "swallowing the wind and drinking the rain".

"Keng!" Ji Chengqing did not move under his feet, and the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife in his hand crisscrossed a little bit.

Suddenly, the sword surged like a stormy wave, attacking against attacking and rolling towards the majestic sword rain. At the same time, the temperature in the field rose sharply, and black flames burst out of the void, surging and roaring as the magic patterns on the Fetal Yuan Divine Sword flickered, turning into clouds and fires for a long time.

Thousands of rains evaporated and dissipated instantly, turning into wisps ......of green smoke rising into the sky.

The black flames also lost most of them in this earth-shattering impact, and the remnants of the vultures slammed into Amaterasu!

"Fetal Yuan Divine Fire!" Qing Tianzhao was taken aback, and the Duanyuan Immortal Sword turned to defend in front of him and drew a circle of brilliant arc light, pulling the raging flames to continuously gather towards the center of the arc, quickly forming a huge black vortex.

A mist faintly appeared above his head, and the sword suddenly felt like an unbearable weight, and he suddenly shouted and shook the sword and flew up.

"Woo-" The surging flames soared upward, chasing the billowing green smoke into the sky.

The disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect who were watching the battle from the sidelines looked at each other in shock, and couldn't help but lose their words.

Qing Tianzhao condensed the yuan in the realm of a drop in the sea like a sword and gave birth to green rain, which is already unbelievable and unparalleled.

Unexpectedly, a mountain is even higher, and Ji's clear fetal Yuan Divine Knife slashed Fang Xuan to gather the heavenly fire, and he was able to suppress the sword rain with ease, and his cultivation was far stronger than everyone imagined.

As soon as the game began, this battle of dragons and tigers spelled out real fire, and the ups and downs were wonderful. One is the pride of the heavens of this religion, and the other is the young man of today's Tianzhong, and it is still unknown who will kill the deer.

Ji Chengqing's heart secretly screamed luck, knowing that he had really taken advantage of the Fetal Yuan Divine Sword, otherwise whether Qing Tianzhao's sword could be taken calmly was still between the two.

More importantly, the 100,000 witch scriptures donated by Tang Yu have recorded all the famous mastery of the Heavenly Dao Sect. In particular, the set of "Chaofa Taiyue Thirteen Styles" performed by Qing Tianzhao and Hai Mingyue is described in great detail in a magnificent work called "The Book of Swords", so it is not surprising that Ji Chengche can know himself and know that he will not be defeated in a hundred battles.

In fact, the 100,000 witch canons are all-encompassing, including far more than the magic of witchcraft, and the hundreds of schools of astronomy and geography and even medicine and farming also have special classics.

At the beginning, Ji Chengche was forced by Tang Yu to memorize 100,000 witch classics, after all, it was limited to his age, and there were very few people who really understood and understood it by rote.

But over the years, as his experience has increased, his understanding of the 100,000 witch scriptures has also deepened, and it is not an exaggeration to describe the knowledge contained in his chest as profound as the sea.

Coupled with Mr. Big's years of hard work, the life and death experience of Jingyue Pavilion, and now Ji Chengche seems to be a combination of witch wisdom, immortal perception and demon essence, the sea is inclusive of all rivers for thousands of years, the only thing lacking is to integrate and self-contained.

But if in time, he can carry forward the past and open up the future by blending the three peerless schools of witchcraft, Taoism, and demons, not only can the grandmaster be expected, but the holy realm should also be within reach.

With such an opportunity, how could he not teach Qing Tianzhao, the head of the Seven Swords of the Heavenly Capital, to be jealous and attacking?

He regrouped and shouted, and the Duanyuan Immortal Sword performed a move "Pingye Kuo" and swept out, and the cyan sword qi spread out in front of him like a reckless field, and it was crushed towards Ji Chengqing.

Tang Xueluo's eyebrows frowned slightly, her left foot took half a step to the side, her slender five fingers were held in front of her chest like a flower blooming and pinching the seal, her cherry lips chanted in a low voice, and a cluster of red mangs suddenly burst out of her fingertips and swelled instantly, casting a magnificent fire wheel out of thin air, and the flames flickered like sharp sawtooth beating, tearing the air and bursting out with a low whistling.

"Woo-" The Red Wheel Feizong kept pumping out the surrounding vitality and expanding rapidly, such as the boundless sword qi surging from the green and mengmeng on the windy water, and Huo Ran cut a red ravine on the cyan field, like a flowing and rushing river of blood, and poured eastward for thousands of miles, it was the Wumen Peerless "Red Flame Heavenly Wheel"!

Hearing the crisp sound of "crackling", the red wheel is like a broken bamboo cutting the sword qi, and the cyan field is like a big river split into two, and it is whistling from the left and right of Ji Chengche and Tang Xueluo, and rushes straight out of more than ten zhang away, I don't know how many thousands of years of ancient trees on the side of the road have been shattered, and the birds in the forest are shocked to dance.

Qing Tianzhao was stunned, thinking that Tang Xueluo's move was actually to help Ji Chengche deal with him, he couldn't help but blushed and became angry, and let out a long howl of the fairy sword, and the "sonorous" golden stone slashed on the Chiyan Heavenly Wheel.

The Red Flame Heavenly Wheel split in response to the sound and flew out diagonally, and the vitality in the air was scattered and turned into red smoke clouds gradually subsided.

Qing Tianzhao's body shook twice, jealous and angry, holding a sullen breath in his chest and feeling extremely uncomfortable, and shouted: "Fairy Tang, why do you want to protect him?"

Tang Xueluo shook her head and said, "You misunderstood, Brother Chengche has protected me since I was a child." ”

As soon as these words came out, it stabbed into Qing Tianzhao's heart like a knife, and suddenly made him die like ashes and despair, only to know that the infatuation of the past few days is like a spring dream, and now the flowing water is falling and the flowers are gone, and Tang Xueluo's heart has not even reflected a trace of his own shadow from beginning to end.

His eyes were as cold as a knife and he looked at Ji Chengqing, and he raised the Duanyuan Immortal Sword in his hand and said coldly: "Ji Chengche, are you so proud to hide under Fairy Tang's skirt?"

Before Ji Chengche could retort and ridicule him, he heard someone above the clouds say coldly: "What an idiot!"

"Who?"

Qing Tianzhao was furious and looked up when he heard the sound, and saw a golden dragon tearing through the sky from far and near, and a white-clothed young man on the back of the dragon inserted two fairy swords diagonally, his clothes fluttering and his face was cold.

Suddenly, the young man in white jumped up and jumped down from the golden mersa dragon, like a snow eagle fluttering its wings and swooping down on the veranda.

The blade of the sword has not been revealed, and the sword qi has been born.

Suddenly, the cold smoke sang in the wind, and the frost hung for nine days, and the killing intent was like a sword!

Then I heard him lightly spit out two words: "Lin Yin!" (83 Chinese Net.)