"If the road is far, it will be cut off; If a person wants to stop him, he will cut it off. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info This Leng Xiqiu is so bold!"

Suddenly, Yun Wubei thought of the woman who had a grudge against the Mo family and returned to listen to the Yun Sect, thought of the beautiful past when she first met her, and then thought of her heart-rending cry when she parted.

"Drink acacia alone, and send it to Luo. In the sky wings, into the ground and the reason... ”

The voice of the hollow valley orchid still seemed to be echoing in my ears.

For a moment, Yun Wubei's expression was gloomy.

The palm that poked out unconsciously touched into her arms, and on the jade slip in her arms, the slightest coolness flowed upstream, as if she still had her unique body fragrance.

The gloomy color became thicker, accompanied by a trace of melancholy in his heart, and the bitterness floated from the sea of his heart, and spread to Yun Wubei's lips and teeth.

"The night is slightly cold, and the clouds and moon dye the palace. Looking at it again, the mountains and rivers are long. . . Oh, how can Lu Chen and I not be separated by a moat, not to mention the Han family ancestor's sentence 'It starts at the end of Qingping and ends at the grass'!"

That being the case, then let this Qingping soar upwards and show a sky-high trend!

That being the case, the sky is separated by a moat, and I will cut it without sorrow, so what's the matter!

As soon as he thought about it, Yun Wubei's anger hidden in his heart suddenly exploded, and he looked up at the sky with burning eyes, Leng Xiqiu and the woman in red clothes.

At this moment, the white hair was as cold as snow, the cold color of his face was weakening, and he looked at Yun Wusad, who was full of sorrow from a distance, and his smile bloomed leisurely.

"I don't mean that Brother Ziji is also deeply rooted in love, and those who are affectionate will be righteous!"

Leng Xiqiu's hand holding the Red Ni Fairy tightened, "You and I are actually fellow travelers, I originally wanted to kill Brother Ziji in the palm of my hand, but now according to my previous words, if I can take a certain palm of Leng Zhi, the Nine Apertures Mixed Yuan Dan will be given away!"

The clear voice came down from the nine heavens, and Yun Wubei's heart suddenly gave birth to a warmth in vain, and he didn't see any movements, and his body suddenly rose to the sky.

The wide Xuanwen cloud sleeves shook suddenly, and the inky Qingfeng in front of him was withdrawn to Zhihai, and then he slightly bowed his hand to the two of them in the sky, and he was arrogant.

"Ziji admits his affection, but if he can't even take Brother Leng's palm, how can Ziji cut the heavenly moat!"

As he spoke, Yun Wubei's body floated with all his might.

Ying Ying gathered her fingertips, and then put one hand on her back, her sword fingers were horizontal, and she laughed loudly: "Brother Leng and the immortals are conceited, Ziji will abandon the sword, and you and I will decide the outcome with one move." That Nine Apertures Mixed Yuan Pill was the opportunity for Ziji to cut through thousands of barriers, and he had to fight and offend!"

Before the words fell, the sky above the huge cloud city, the sky and the earth suddenly dimmed.

Immediately, as if an endless evil force rose and overflowed from Yun Wubei's body, the night became thicker.

In a few moments, above the void ring, the cold wind gradually rose in all directions, and the whiskers were already roaring and raging, and at the same time, the light above Yun Wubei's sword finger suddenly made a big move, like a bright light in the long night.

Agile jumping, bright and uncertain.

"Frost, snow, wind and cold, in the middle of the night. ”

The faint sound of chanting began in the sky, like an ethereal spring in a deep valley, and like a cold wind sweeping the heavens and the earth in winter.

As soon as the words fell, Yun Wubei's whole person faded away suddenly, as if dissipated in the cold wind in the sky, but the bright light above the sword finger exploded in vain after an instant, and the brilliant black light covered the sky and the sun.

At this moment, there was no longer half a bit of noise in the huge cloud city, and countless monks were eager to see through it, and they all lost their voices.

Countless eyes stared at the pitch-black night sky, staring at the breathtaking ink brilliance.

This level of fighting, which was only radiating from the great momentum, had already made many people cowardly, and there was no room for them to put their beaks in place!

In the crowd, Situ Yu was like an old monk and was unmoved;

Above the Nine Heavens, the faces of the Nine Princes and his party gradually became solemn, and the expectation in their eyes was even stronger.

"Leng Xiqiu has been building a foundation for many years, and looking at the momentum of this purple pole, perhaps——"

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Countless people raised their heads in anticipation, and the sky was cold and the autumn stars were bright.

"Good time!"

The white hair like snow floated up, leaning over and holding the woman in red in her arms, and in the middle of the palm that poked out, a strange and mysterious rune emitted a faint green light.

This rune is a hideous ghost face!

Then the two figures, one white and one red, suddenly merged into one, and suddenly turned into a meteor that pierced the sky in the night sky, with a sharp sound of breaking the sky, and went straight to Yun Wusad.

Boom Boom –

Boom Boom –

Between the lightning and flint, a thunderous roar rang out from the Nine Heavens.

The deafening sound of thunder died down at a moment's notice, but the aftermath of the mighty aftermath shook the sky with inky brilliance.

The sharp and heavy Gang Qi flowed down the sky, and in the midst of the swaying blue light, countless monks were swept away by the torrent of Gang Qi.

After a long time, the dust and smoke settled.

I saw a ghost face standing proudly in the sky, and in the hideous bloody mouth, the small characters of the mysterious seal body exuded a crimson blood light. Leng Xiqiu hugged the woman in red, pointed on the ghost face with one hand, and stood in the wind, heroic and cool.

And Yun Wubei's sword finger pointed out from afar had been slightly bent, his face was flushed, and there were hidden traces of blood slipping from the corners of his mouth, and his entire body was like a candle in the wind, and the black light was dim.

Within its field of vision, the ghostly face swallowed countless ghosts, roaring in the sky, and the divine power was pulled by a sucking force in the underworld, as if it was about to leave at any time.

"It's a good Yama to chase your life, cough. ”

A mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and the blood bloomed.

In a trance, he saw Qingyue's appearance of hiding his face and couldn't bear to look at it directly, and he saw the round-faced fat man who was shocked but slightly happy, and saw the countless monks below Cloud City in shock.

and the faint sigh of the purple-robed Nine Princes in the sky.

The tired mind is shaky, and it is difficult to suppress the divine thoughts and courage that want to return.

The roaring ghost-faced blood basin opened wide, and a disgusting fishy aura spread everywhere.

At this moment, Yun Wubei really faced life and death for the first time.

The desire to survive is compressed to the extreme, while the fear of death is infinitely magnified.

The dire situation of many relatives in Youzhou in Daqing, the women who are waiting at the top of the sea of clouds in Tingyun Sect, the sculpture group that is spread by countless blood rivers in the greedy wolf star, the old demon of Qingdai, and Nie Yuan and Chu Tianqi who are cultivating in the Xuantian Hall of the Greedy Wolf Palace...

Figures quickly skimmed through Yun Wubei's mind.

For a certain moment, he thought of Qingsong's real sister, an extremely familiar but extremely strange woman from the depths of his soul.

"Is this life and death?"

The remaining thoughts returned, and the clouds were dim and murmured.

In the sky, Leng Xiqiu shook her head and smiled bitterly, and glanced at the woman in red.

"Brother Ziji, I have conceded!"

The clear voice came at this moment of life and death, like a morning bell at dusk, striking heavily on Yun Wubei's swaying heart.

A moment of wakefulness made his groggy spiritual platform suddenly clear.

At this moment, Yun Wu's dim eyes suddenly burst into golden light, and the sword fingers that poked out were straight again, and countless fierce sword qi quickly converged.

Then, he shouted loudly in his heart: "What year to break through the barrier of life and death!"

Suddenly, the swaying ink-colored brilliance suddenly faded from fading to flourishing, and in the blink of an eye, it once again covered most of the night sky.

At the tip of the sword finger floating in the black light, the sharp qi converged into a sword qi that was more than ten zhang long, swallowing like a pillar.

In a breath, the sword light that pierced through the night sky tore the void ghost face to pieces. And the sword light was unabated, and it slashed towards Leng Xiqiu at a gallop.

Far away, Leng Xiqiu was caught off guard, a smile froze on his face, and a sense of pity arose spontaneously for a moment, but there was a lot more solemnity and jealousy between his eyebrows.

"What a trick 'What year to break through the barrier of life and death'! Between life and death, change from the heart, this kind of kendo magic envy others!"

When admiring, the brilliant sword light had already come into the air.

The incomparable sharp qi hit Leng Xiqiu's palm, and a bone-chilling pain hit his heart, and the arm of the woman in red couldn't help but let go, pushing the woman behind her, and then her palms burst out, holding the sword light, and suddenly pushed it into the sky.

With Leng Xiqiu's series of flowing movements, the sword light enveloped the newborn ghost face, and the trajectory changed dramatically, and it soared upward, crashing into the blue light mask at the top of the sky dome.

In the horrified gaze of countless people, the place where the cyan light mask was hit suddenly dimmed, and then a hole suddenly appeared, and the sword light and ghost face only stopped slightly, and then rushed out of the light mask, blooming a brilliant spark in the Nine Heavens.

After a long time, when the cyan light mask of Cloud City at the top of the dome of the day once again filled the void, the huge Cloud City boiled in an instant.

The monks on the couch of the void in the sky were also full of horror, and they couldn't help themselves!

You must know that the cyan light mask is the foundation realm of the cloud road that leads to the sky, and the Qingyao Gang Array of the cloud city! This array has guarded the cloud city for countless years, but I have never heard of anyone waving his hand to break it.

Now, this array is broken!

Jiu Gongzi looked at the sky with his hands in his hands, his pupils almost shrunk into a straight line, and the same shocked look flashed on his handsome face, and he couldn't help whispering to himself.

"Purple pole... Purple Pole!"

At this moment, the phantom of the Tongtian Monument between heaven and earth suddenly roared.

The sound of rustling has turned into a roar like a storm in a few breaths.

On the huge stele, countless dense handwriting became blurred in the sudden burst of golden light.

Under the golden light rising, the word 'purple pole', which was originally ranked more than 650 steps in Tongtian Cloud Road, was slowly plated with a layer of purple gas on the edge of the font, and it flowed up with a brilliant momentum.

For a long time, in the dead silence of Cloud City, countless earth-shattering exclamations erupted.

"Ziji, Yun Wu ranks seven hundred steps!"

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