Feng Zifeng's eyes narrowed slightly, showing disdain, watching the withered branches disappear in the direction, his thin lips lightly opened and spit out two words: "Idiot!"

Seeing this, my heart couldn't help but tighten.

At this time, Fengzi did not have a trace of resemblance to weekdays, and the pattern on her cheeks was obviously a characteristic of the demon clan, but the demon cultivator withered branch called her a protector, which was really incomprehensible.

Before I could see it clearly, I saw that as soon as the picture turned, Senior Brother Changyuan's face appeared on the stone wall.

Senior Brother Changyuan had an angry face on his face, holding the Heavenly Sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the Nan Cong in front of him.

Nan Li's face was expressionless, but the corners of his pursed lips revealed his dissatisfaction and displeasure in his heart, which made me feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

I saw Senior Brother Changyuan's mouth open and closed, but there was no sound from the stone wall.

But I couldn't hear him talking, but I could feel his anger.

Nan Li raised his eyelids and swept towards Senior Brother Changyuan, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, his eyes mocking.

Senior Brother Changyuan's face is black, and his eyes are even more red, I have known Senior Brother Changyuan for hundreds of years, and I have never seen Senior Brother Changyuan lose his temper like this.

Senior Brother Changyuan's lips were agitated, and spiritual power was injected into the Wentian Sword, which emitted a dazzling light, and the momentum was like a rainbow, slashing towards the southern gravel.

Nan Li stood motionless in place, his eyes flickered when he saw the Wentian Sword, he took out a black dagger and pointed it against the Wentian Sword, and the two collided and sent out dazzling sparks.

At the moment of the collision, the two separated, Nan Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze was tightly wrapped on Senior Brother Changyuan.

And at this moment, Shi Bi suddenly had a voice, only to hear Senior Brother Changyuan say, "You are not Nanli, who are you?"

Nan Li's eyes flickered, "Senior Brother Changyuan said with a smile, I'm not Nan Li, who is Nan Li?"

Senior Brother Changyuan clenched the Wentian Sword, the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out, and he said sharply, "Who doesn't know that everyone in Penglai uses swords, but you use daggers, unless, you are afraid that your sword moves will be recognized by me!"

Nan Li sneered, "It's useless to talk too much, hand over the Nine Rank Soul Grass, I will spare you from dying, otherwise?"

"Want to cover up?"

Although the soul grass is not very expensive, it is mostly of six grades, and it is rare to grow to more than nine grades, which is good for nourishing the soul of the gods, and it is no wonder that this person wants to kill people and seize treasures.

Senior Brother Changyuan didn't say much, the Asking Heaven Sword let out a long roar, and flew towards Nan Li, the Nan Li's dagger was opposite, the Wentian Sword was like a rainbow, emitting a dazzling white light, and the dagger in Nan Li's hand was dark and rusty, but it was not far behind the Shangwen Heavenly Sword, and even faintly pressed the Wentian Sword.

The Heavenly Sword is cast by the Ziyang Master, although it is not as good as my Mo Ye, but it is also a rare immortal weapon, and now it has been overwhelmed by the black and shabby dagger, which is really strange.

Senior Brother Changyuan's face was a little solemn, and he secretly used dexterity in his hand to pick up the dagger and take a few steps back.

On the contrary, Nan Li saw that he had a successful blow, his eyes flashed, his fingers slashed over the dagger, only to see the blood flashing, the dagger grew in vain, and the dagger was blood red, even through the stone wall, he could feel the strong evil aura, this person was a demon cultivator.

The two fought again, and Senior Brother Changyuan saw that the person was a demon cultivator, and he no longer showed mercy to his subordinates, and asked the heavenly sword to be heavier than the other, and the blades collided and burst out of a spark, just like the fireworks I had seen in the summer, bright and beautiful.

The two of them split and merged, but hundreds of moves passed in an instant.

Although it seems that Senior Brother Changyuan occupies a slight advantage, Senior Brother Changyuan is a teacher who stays for a long time, and his moves are sharp but not ruthless enough, leaving room everywhere.

But that demon cultivation trick seems to be random, but the move is ruthless, the move is deadly, it is clearly a deadly way of playing, and if it goes on for a long time, I am afraid that Senior Brother Changyuan will be suppressed by him.

Suddenly, the sky suddenly floated with snowflakes, fine and dense, like catkins fluttering and like salt grains sprinkled all over the sky.

Indescribable poetry.

Senior Brother Changyuan held the Wentian Sword in his right hand and continued to fight against the demon cultivator, and with his left hand, he secretly condensed the snow into a drop of water, and took advantage of the demon cultivator's unpreparedness to hit him.

Demon Xiu picked up the dagger and slashed at it, only to hear a pop of water.

Obviously, a small drop of water soaked the demon cultivator's clothes like a torrential rain, and even soaked the land, and I secretly applauded.

Senior Brother Changyuan has a delicate temperament, and everyone only knows that he is the best at water-based spells, but those who know him well know that Senior Brother Changyuan's thunder-based spells are not inferior to water-based spells, and can even be said to be slightly better.

Seeing that the demon cultivator's clothes were all wet, Senior Brother Nagaki pinched the magic trick in his hand, only to hear a bang, and the thunder and lightning with the thickness of his fingers slashed down from the sky and hit the demon cultivator directly.

The water conducts electricity, and the demon cultivator was electrocuted before he had time to dodge.

The thunderbolt was the Demon Cultivator's nemesis, and the man was struck by the thunderbolt, and he couldn't even maintain his illusion, and he almost showed his true face.

It seems that he didn't expect Senior Brother Changyuan to have this hand, the demon cultivator's face was hideous, but he couldn't help but run away.

Seeing that the demon cultivator was leaving, Senior Brother Changyuan took out the contact charm from his arms and released a signal, signaling that there was a demon cultivator here, everyone be careful.

The image of the stone wall flickered again, and this was the real southern gravel that appeared in front of my eyes.

I saw him carefully hiding behind a dead tree, listening intently for something.

Follow his line of sight.

I saw that under the light and light, the mountains and forests here were quiet, the grass was green, and the aura was rich into a thin white mist.

I only smell the spring water ticking on the stalagmites, and the sound is crisp and pleasant, like fairy music.

A woman's face was faintly black, her lips were red like blood, and she stood quietly by the pool, her eyes were reluctant, and she looked at the man next to her.

The man was dressed in white and had black hair, and his face was like jade, but he was the star immortal who was chasing the withered branches all the time.

Lanxing Xianjun looked at the woman, her face gradually softened, she raised her sleeves and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of the woman's eyes, and sighed, "Nanxiang, why are you suffering?"

Nan Xiang's mouth moved but he couldn't make a sound, so he could only look at Lanxing Xianjun anxiously.

The eyes are rippling, and all kinds of reluctance are in it.

Lanxing Immortal Jun's eyes flickered, and he sighed, "If you regret it, I will help you re-enter reincarnation now, and you will still be a disciple of Penglai ten years later." ”

As soon as Lanxing Xianjun's words fell, a series of tears overflowed down the corners of Nan Xiang's eyes, Nan Xiang was speechless, and shook his head again and again.

"Why are you doing this!" Lanxing Xianjun caressed Nan Xiang's cheek with pity, sighed, but his tone gradually became cold and hard, "Since you have decided to go undercover in Demon Cultivation five hundred years ago, you must not reveal your thoughts in the future, you must know that you are already a puppet refined by withered branches, if you are like this today, I will never spare you next time, and I will let you go this time, otherwise ......"

Lanxing Xianjun's voice was cold, piercing people's hearts, "I will destroy you with my own hands!"

Nan Xiang's face turned pale instantly, tears gushed out, and he looked at Lanxing Xianjun with a sad look in his eyes, and nodded again and again.

Lanxing Xianjun chuckled, took out a handkerchief from his arms to wipe away the tears on Nanxiang's face, and said softly, "Be good in the future, you know?"

Nan Xiang couldn't help nodding.

Lanxing Xianjun said with satisfaction, "Go back, don't let the withered branch become suspicious, and when the big thing is done, I will take you back to Penglai." ”

Nan Xiang leaned over and bowed, and then flew away.