Yang Liu is sad to the extreme, she doesn't know the life and death of Wentian these months, if it is determined that Wentian is dead, she will go with Wentian, in this world she is nostalgic only Wentian, she doesn't comb her face these days, and the clothes on her body have been blown very dirty by the wind and sand outside the city, but she didn't pay attention to it, she only has Wentian in her heart now, only the idea of looking for Wentian to support her to live, Yang Liu's face was painted on the road by herself with clay, it is difficult for anyone to find her appearance under the cover of the soil, she is like crazy to find, but as time goes by, her heart gradually colds, she wants to be relieved, and go with Tian'er, because she knows that Wentian will not abandon herself as long as she lives, and will come to find herself.

On this day, Yang Liu set off again, and she calmly controlled the flying sword to look outside the city, not letting go of any place.

"That crazy woman is here again," laughed a few of the Spirit Stage monks who had returned from collecting spirit grass in the wild.

"How do you know it's a madwoman, you've seen which madwoman can hold a flying sword," one of the monks laughed at him.

"Yes!" the blue-robed monk suddenly realized.

"Since she is not a crazy woman, then why is this nun's face so dirty?" the tall and thin monk asked, tilting his head.

"Haha, stupid man, I won't let you see it," said the short and fat monk unremittingly.

"Then I'm really curious," the bluefriar's eyes flashed with lewdness.

"Monks have masters, aren't you afraid that you will be offended and the power will destroy you?" a square-faced monk admonished him

"What's there to be afraid of, this nun has been going around here every day for the past few months, if there is a force, will it come out on its own?" said the tall and thin monk.

"If you're afraid, you can stay away, come with me if you're not afraid, we'll open meat today" A group of people laughed and followed the blue-clothed monk in the direction of Yang Liufei.

Yang Liu was flying, and a monk galloped behind him, and Yang Liu gave way to the side, making way for the monk.

But the monk suddenly drew an arc and blocked in front of the willow.

"What are you going to do" Yang Liu stopped his flying sword and asked sharply.

"No, I just want to see what you look like," the blue-clothed monk said with a presumptuous smile, relying on his own agility and great perfection.

Yang Liu saw that she was not an opponent, so she turned the flying sword and ran back, she knew that fighting was not allowed in the battle capital, and she would be safe as long as she ran to the city.

"Little lady, where are you going?" the tall and thin monk cut off Yang Liu's retreat.

Yang Liu Feijian rushed straight to the right, and the short and fat monk blocked in front of her in a flash, "Play with a few of us, and let you go" After speaking, he licked his lips.

Yang Liu turned her head to the left, and found that there was already a square-faced monk standing on the left, cutting off her retreat.

Yang Liu was disheartened, knowing that she was in a catastrophe today, "Ask the sky, where are you, come and save me" Yang Liu shouted helplessly, although she shouted to ask the sky, but she knew that it was in vain.

"You scum, I won't let you defile me if I die, you will be hunted down and killed by my father-in-law, and you will regret it today" Yang Liu scolded sadly.

After Yang Liu finished speaking, he turned the flying sword and cut it straight to his neck, this flying sword was different from mortal weapons, it was extremely sharp.

Wentian and Xiao Ning were hurrying in the direction of the war capital, seeing that they were about to arrive at the war capital, their mood was even more anxious, Xiao Ning saw Wen Tian's cold expression, and her heart was also on fire for Wen Tian.

"Otherwise, you can fly with me, my cultivation is not high, I can't keep up with your speed, and I will delay your journey," Xiao Ning said awkwardly.

Wen Tian smiled slightly, at this time he didn't care about any image, the closer he was to the capital, the more anxious he became, he always felt that Yang Liu was in danger, this feeling made him go crazy, Xiao Ning listened to the wind in his ears, and his eyes didn't dare to open.

Ask the sky and say darkly, in the future, you have to get a magic weapon such as a fairy boat.

On this day, Wentian was hurrying with Xiao Ning in his arms, and his divine sense detected a familiar feeling.

"It's Yang Liu" asked the sky to turn around and rush in another direction.

"Pop" Yang Liu's flying sword was knocked down, and a big hand reached over to grab Yang Liu.

"If you dare to touch my hair, you will be killed by my father-in-law. "Yang Liu is really desperate this time, and now he can't die if he wants to.

"Kill me, come on, haha, kill me!" The blue-clothed monk was even more presumptuous, because he had blown the mud off Yang Liu's face with a spell just now, revealing Yang Liu's white skin like mutton fat, and beautiful face, these people were stunned, including the square-faced monk, who was not thinking about revenge at this time, and saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth,

"Little lady, let us accompany you today, see that your husband is not here, what do you think, know the current affairs, even if you shout and cut your throat today, your husband will not come?" said the short and fat monk and touched the handsome cheek of Yang Liu with his hand.

When the hand reached Yang Liu's face, it suddenly fell from the air, leaving only half of the upper arm, and the short and fat monk screamed miserably, and pressed the bleeding severed arm with his intact hand.

"Really, how do you know it's not coming?" a cold voice sounded.

The other three were stunned, and when two people suddenly appeared next to them, they didn't even know.

I saw this person, his blood-red eyes flashed with a strange light, and the cold expression on his face made people feel like falling into an ice cave, and he was holding a hook in his hand, which was spitting out a bewitching red mist. Inversely proportional to this person is the female cultivator beside him, cold and elegant, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world.

"Xianggong, Yang Liu rushed to Wentian's side in one step" These people were stunned, and the sudden change made them stand on the spot.

"This senior, you see that we have no eyes and don't know that it is your Taoist companion, let's go" The blue-clothed monk wanted to run.