Bao Wenzheng's cheeks like a crown of jade appeared flushed, as if he had drunk too much elixir and jade liquid, and his hair bun fluttered in the wind when his clothes were fluttering. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Funny ......"

Zuo Shuying's crazy expression became solemn again, no longer worthy of a battle, nor sneering contempt, the vast mana is like a veil of mist and endless, and the scene in front of this dark flower is even more distinct, that was originally a weak Bao Wen is like a towering giant at this moment, although the sword light is mottled but quite powerful.

"It seems that the three shots made you fall on the ground and beg for mercy, but you are talking wildly. Zuo Shuying looked at Bao Wenzheng's figure from afar, and his indifferent cheeks showed a mocking look, and said: "I don't know how long this borrowed mana can last?"

If you are thoughtful, this left sparse shadow is unattainable even if it is a horse, Bao Wenzheng smiled indifferently, but he did not speak, and the "Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword" in his palm fell head-on towards the left sparse shadow, and in an instant, the sword light like a splash of ink was like a splash of ink, all of which were ordinary and cold.

Zuo Shuying is ready to wait, and it is like a great enemy, and he does not dare to underestimate it in the slightest, although he doesn't know how this Bao Wenzheng has magical powers, and he can borrow this vast mana, but it must not last, this "storm" will not last if it can't hold on, and it will not be faceless in front of everyone's eyes.

Zuo Shuying is a ghost, and the water of the Yellow Spring through the nine secluded streams is condensed solid, which seems to be the same as ordinary people, but it is already known for its erratic, and this "Nine Ghost Guns" is well versed in this.

When the body was swaying, it had already turned into a figure like a dotted body, all of them were fish scales and armor standing with spears in their hands, or like a girl with a smile and a shy smile, or like a deep woman Gu Ying self-pity, a faint sigh is even more lonely......

The charm of this charm is the same, either with money and profit, so that it will arouse greed, or with a different style and pity to deceive people's minds, so that they will have a trace of forbearance and pity.

It's just that these demagogic tricks are ignored by Bao Wenzheng, so no matter how beautiful you are, after all, you are not as bright and dazzling as the Moon Palace Lord, the peerless elegance of the Pity Star Palace Lord, Mei Jiangxue's beauty, and the spring thirty Niang's eyes on the world.

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud!

The sharp and cold sword light poured for thousands of miles, as if the cold moonlight was scattered all over the square inch of the nine secluded streams, and everywhere it passed was turned into powder, and the figure of the mirror flower and water moon dissipated like a bubble.

"Kindness!"

Although Zuo Shuying was very anxious when he saw this, he also opened his mouth to praise, and in these nine secluded streams for hundreds of years, he had never set foot in the yang world for a long time, but he had never seen such a ruthless man, such a resolute man, and he did not hesitate to destroy the flowers with his hot hands.

Zuo Shuying's delicate body is like a Qiao Yan in a storm, light and swift from time to time to avoid the sword light that comes to him, looking ahead, suddenly behind, and every time he dodges the sword light, he knows that Bao Wen is empty and has endless vast mana, but he has not been carefully polished with the sword technique, and Zuo Shuying seems to be in danger, but he is not chaotic and not alarmed.

The sharp and cold sword light reflected the nine secluded streams, and the almost cold moonlight was scattered all over, and it also reflected the dark flower a little more clearly, just before the nine secluded streams, Bao Wenzheng and Zuo Shuying had a great battle......

The grievances and anger of the abyss of the Nine Secluded Streams are entangled and rising, just like the pitch black of the past, and the twists and turns are not known to be a little deeper, and it is said that it is adjacent to the underworld in ancient times, and the water of the Yellow Spring is the extreme depth of this abyss.

The white bones are fragrant, the wilderness is vast, Zining does not return, and the soul is gone.

With Qing white bones, cast longevity incense, from now on, do not remember

Past.

The crystal clear pavilion lingers with white light, towering and the edge of the dry lakeside, this pavilion is made of a lot of white bones, because the length of the tibia and leg bones are different, so the shape is peculiar, the eaves of the pavilion is the white skull bones, like a silent grin, it is extremely cold, and creepy.

Next to the pavilion is the dry lakeside, at this moment has not reached the Midyear Festival, the ghost door of the underworld has not been opened, so there is no water flowing in the yellow spring, only a few springs gurgling, there are wisps of dark yellow gas coming out, and the pure yin qi moistens this side of the nine deep abyss.

Three thousand white hairs and shoulders swaying in the wind......

There is a phantom standing in the white bone pavilion with his hands in his hands, only coarse cloth and strong clothes, his wrists are white like clotted fat, and the yin wind blows to reveal the figure of Huanting, the bun and waist are full of silver threads, and the geometry of the age is not known, and the carved wooden hairpin is obliquely inserted, and the pale cheeks that seem to have a sick face are more elegant and vulgar.

The wind swept in, and the long hair like snow fluttered, and the deep eyes flickered with glowing flames but not hot, but as cold as a stream under the snow.

This is a strange and beautiful female ghost, and it is also a thousand-year-old ghost who is the enemy of the Nine Secluded Streams and the Netherworld, and it is also the master of the Nine Secluded Streams who synthesize the "North and South Two Niangniang" with the Spring Thirty Niang of Baimang Mountain.

"The yellow spring gushes, and the flowers on the other side bloom ......"

Jiuyou Niangniang stared at the bottom of the dry lake, her pale cheeks flashed with a sigh, and then she raised her head and looked at the direction isolated by the abyss, frowning when the glowing red light of her deep eyes became a little more abundant, and then said lonely: "Heaven Splitting Sword Intent...... Lu Sanniang...... Emei Immortal Mansion?"

Jiuyou Niangniang read the name of Lu Sanniang, the displeased look turned slightly, and she gently turned the lotus step to the corner of the white bone pavilion, and gently stroked the silver spear, which was so gentle, so delicate, as if touching the lover's cheeks, and the elegant cheeks were also a little gloomy.

"The soldiers strike the border and the road, and the crows come and go. ”

"Poor white bones hold lonely graves, looking for war exploits for the general. ”

Jiuyou Niangniang wiped the silver spear, recalling the bloody wind and rain on the battlefield before her death, how many robes in order to protect the family and defend the country, bravely killed the enemy and under the sword and gun, and even could not enter the earth for peace, the majestic general, when enjoying the glory and wealth calmly, could ever think of the corpses burned in the flames, but would remember the annual Midyear Festival, with incense paper money to mourn is just a mound of clothes.

The sound from outside the Nine Shadows Stream was already faint, but it disturbed the thoughts of the Nine Shades Niangniang, and in an instant, the waist-length hair swayed without the wind, and the anger rose, the elegant and refined cheeks appeared resentful colors, and the glowing flames in the eyes became even hotter, and the Nine Shades Niangniang dissipated out of thin air between her steps, and had already gone towards the dark flowers of the Nine Shadows Stream.

The silver spear was also missing......

Outside the Nine Secluded Streams, the cold and fierce sword light source continued, and the crystal and soft light of the Dao Dao disappeared in an instant, and gradually dissipated and reached the end of the unreachable, setting off a violent wind and splashing out, but there were ghost pawns who were unfortunate enough to attack this sword light, and there were very few who survived.

Zuo Shuying is like a Qiaoyan drilling forest and dodging in this sword light, although it is unscathed, but it can't help but move anger, half a pillar of incense has passed, this Bao Wen Zheng has not only not weakened the borrowed mana, but this sharp and cold sword light has begun to condense, and it is actually sharpening the sword technique at the time of the battle.

"Gun Nine!"

When this coquettish voice sounded, Zuo Shuying's body suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and when the afterimage was still vivid, it had already appeared in the direction of the dark flower, the green jade palm raised the dark spear, and the armor-wrapped body of the graceful body was slightly pretty, and the red hair fluttering in the wind showed the fierce fighting spirit, and the dark flower that stood between heaven and earth was also slowly stretching, although it was only a trace, a slight, but the nightmare that had been sleeping for thousands of years finally opened its eyes.

At this moment, when the flower of darkness was awakened by Zuo Shuying, there were wisps of blood rain falling from the clouds that covered the sun, and the anger and resentment were even more like untying the constraints, and for a while it was as dark as ink as if it was midnight.

In the sky, the silver snake tore through the sky, reflecting the heaven and earth of the Nine Secluded Streams, and the thunder resounded throughout the universe from far and near, making these thousands of powerful ghosts cry in fear, which is the flower of darkness that cannot tolerate heaven and earth, and at this moment it will also usher in the catastrophe of the Nine Heavens of Thunder.

Zuo Shuying is already a great fight, the long scarlet hair fluttering shows more fanatical fighting intent, the beautiful cheeks are also stained with blood and rain, and the hideousness in the monster is even more demonic, the dark spear in his hand is ready to go, with the anger and resentment of the flower of darkness, he is about to make a blow to Bao Wenzheng!

"Humph!"

A cold sound sounded in Zuo Shuying's ears, and when that familiar tone sounded, a slender jade palm had already pressed the spear that Zuo Shuying was holding.

"The more you don't grow, it's worth using secret techniques for just a junior!"

Jiuyou Niangniang's waist-length hair and swaying in the wind, her straight body like a green pine is even more graceful, and the silver spear in one hand shows the arrogance of emptiness, and the frowning cheeks and frowns are even more murderous, and she said coldly: "Promise you a creation, and I will take one shot a month!"

"If you can't catch it, you'll die again!"

With the white hair fluttering, Jiuyou Niangniang looked back indifferently at Bao Wenzheng's handsome figure, although there was contempt in her eyes, the battle spirit rose up, and in the blood rain in the sky, the silver spear as a stick swept down in the air at will, as if it was just a bluff like a mirror, and it was just a false shot.

Bao Wenzheng and Lanruo Temple have seen the methods of the Spring Thirty Niang Fight, seen the hideousness and ferocity that turned into a mountain-like body, and saw the horror of the demons in Baimang Mountain, and thought that this white-haired woman with silver spear was Jiuyou Niangniang, how could she have a fluke heart.

I don't know where to hide, but I also have to avoid the trajectory of this spear as a stick in the air, Bao Wen is controlling the sword light and is about to fly, but I don't know when a black python is already close at hand, this giant python has slender scales and armor around it, and it exudes anger and resentment in life, Bao Wen is shocked when his body flies upside down, knowing that it is far from this Nine Ghost Niangniang, only the borrowed mana is all gathered and "Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword", protecting his own body.

At a glance with the shock, the infatuated female ghost Mei Sanniang was too late to avoid it, and when the city gate caught fire, there was a danger of harming the pond fish.

"Slash!"

The sparkling and soft "Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword" flashed with colorful light such as "red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple", just like a rainbow and this nine secluded streams blooming again, and then condensed into one place, slashing head-on towards this black giant python.

Although Bao Wenzheng didn't have time to think about it, he also knew that this might be the only opportunity, and escorted Mei Sanniang to Jiuyoujian with the "Huaimu Golden Altar" to show his chivalrous heart, which is different from the "prejudice" of ordinary cultivators against ghosts;

If you can't make Jiuyou Niangniang a little moved, you can only take out the life-saving things given by Spring Thirty Niang, and since then you will spend the rest of your life with Baimang Mountain, or with Qingqiu Mountain, or with Emei Immortal Mansion.

To bet with a serious injury that Jiuyou Niangniang has not extinguished the seven emotions and six desires, or can win the opportunity for this Jiuyou Niangniang to make peace and talk about tea in person.

Value!