Ah, Senior Brother is Actually a Sister!

"嘭 ——" After Shi Bo's shocking loud noise, one black and one gold and two swords of light suddenly separated, stagnating silently in the air.

The onlookers all felt a sudden pain in the chest, which was actually affected by the invisible sword spitting out from the strands of fighting, and the heart was shaken, and they stumbled back.

Ye Zhiqiu lifted his hand and captured the black wide-backed sword, shaking a sword flower in his backhand, and slowly rubbed a lick of blood on his lips with his left thumb, and smiled gently: "I haven't had a fight with my brother for so many years. Miss. "

——I haven't practiced for a long time, but unexpectedly, the other party's advancement is quite amazing, which really surprised her.

Compared with her situation, Lin Tiefeng had too much calmness, but his face was slightly pale, and his hand holding the hilt of the sword was blue and straight—only he knew how the waves in his heart were strong and calm—why it was over a thousand years Time, can't I beat her? Isn't this long-term effort still able to meet the limitations of talent? He is not convinced!

The golden long sword transformed into a virtual shadow, like a mighty dazzling eye-catching worm, roaring to the sky and going to grab Ye Zhiqiu's latest chapter of Tianjiao Wuxian.

As soon as the moment came, a cold female voice suddenly sounded: "Slow."

Lin Tiefeng's body remains the same, but he stopped his sword-swinging motion, and looked at it slightly—the purple robe crystal crown, with a graceful appearance, straight and sculpted features, but expressionless, only the pair of bright stars Eyes teach people to move their eyes.

"Shuangshuang!" Ye Zhiqiu frowned and looked at her, Shen said, "I don't want to get involved."

Yuan Qiongshuang took a deep look at her, but did not speak, but took out a ball from his sleeve, and spoke to Lin Tiefeng coldly: "Here is a hundred thousand souls, you quickly stop."

"Frosty!" Ye Zhiqiu's tone was a bit heavy again. "Don't you even listen to me? Leave here, immediately!"

"You are not worth him." Yuan Qiongshuang lowered his eyes and did not look at her, and clenched the soul beads in his hands.

"That's true," Lin Tiefeng grinned, but looked at the indifferent Yuan Qiongshuang with a mockery, "But unfortunately, Master Yuan ... I want the hundred thousand souls present, the soul beads in your hands, yes It doesn't work for me ... "

"You!" Yuan Qiongshuang glared at Lin Tiefeng and was about to pull his sword. He was suddenly caught by the figure rushing out of the oblique—the golden mask came to him, but he seemed to be intercepted by invisible energy. Inch.

"Master ... sister?" Yuan Qiongshuang stiffened, raised her hands in the air, but hesitated not to put her back on her back-how long did she long for this embrace? It was long enough for her to have tentacles in time, but she couldn't help backing down; long before she knew she never had it, she had lost it.

Yeah, she knew it very well-this embrace never belonged to her.

"Frost." The man hugged her, still so soft and gentle, every syllable, every exhalation was like a pair of hands plucking the strings at the bottom of her heart, letting her sink into the heartless braid. The sugar-coated traps got deeper and deeper.

"Shuangshuang, not many people in my life ... For me, Yaner and you are my most important people," the man said softly in her ear, clearly so bland tone, Every word made her almost burst into tears. "But my heart has been given to Yaner long ago, so I give my life to you ... this life and this life, they do not owe each other."

The broad-backed sword rose into a flat boat with a height of three people in response to the storm. Ye Zhiqiu hugged Yuan Qiongshuang and jumped up, with complex handprints in front of her hands, and countless dazzling white lights from her, although Lin Tiefeng's golden sword Cut like a storm, but always blocked by an invisible enchantment.

"噗 ——" Ye Zhiqiu spurted a blood spit, and the movement of handprints finally stopped. She couldn't help but rub the scarlet spots on the placket, and calmly said: "The ancestor of Sanqing is on top, not disciple Xiao Ye Zhiqiu, in the name of the sixty-ninth generation head of the Chonghua Sword School, is said to be located in Yuan Qiongshuang. He succeeds the 70th generation head of the Chonghua Sword School. Any disciple of Chonghua, dare not respect him! "

——Through the printed white light, these words clearly passed into the minds of all disciples of Chonghua, and they were engraved on the ancestors of Chonghua's heads. There was no room for conversion.

After saying that, Ye Zhiqiu's look was immediately settled, but she held her breath and did not fall. In Yuan Qiongshuang's drowsy eyes, she held her cheeks with both hands and printed a kiss as light as her hair. Forehead-suddenly, countless inheritance information poured into her sea of ​​knowledge-but she did not feel the slightest joy, but just felt a pain in her heart that ate the cheekbones.

"Frosty, keep Chonghua for me, okay?" Ye Zhiqiu's lips were pale to almost transparent, but the smile on the corner of her lips was very clear and moving.

Yuan Qiongshuang choked and answered with a trembling voice: "Okay."

——As long as it is your will, I will do it for you.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled slightly, turned back and jumped down the black natal sword, and the thought moved, the small sword turned into a boat carrying Yuan Qiongshuang soaring into the sky, flying towards the distance, the speed is fast, just blinking the effort It's been thousands of miles away.

When she could no longer see her natal sword, Ye Zhiqiu coughed up a lot of blood again—she carelessly wiped it with her sleeves, turning her face to look at the cold and angry Yan who was rushing towards her with anger, smiling just before raising " "Pop—" With a clear, quick slap, the fans quickly and ruthlessly, Ye Zhiqiu's pale face immediately appeared a layer of pink-although this is not too hard, but it is by no means an understatement. : The witty widow reads.

No matter how hard Leng Yan was, she never wanted to touch her hair--it was so angry.

"Soul light! What on earth do you want?" Leng Yan said with a hate to her collar. "Give the sword to others, what do you use for yourself? Are you going to die with your bare hands? You say!"

——Dare to dare to flirt with other women in front of me, forgive me!

"Shh-" Ye Zhiqiu smiled as if nothing was happening, and despite her struggle Leng Yan struggled to hold her in her arms and cooed softly, "Yan Er is not anxious, she has her own way."

She pointed with her fingers and drew a rune in front of her-a faint turquoise light overflowed from her, slowly perfecting the rune, and Ye Zhiqiu's face also became paler and lost her blood.

"Yan'er, my wife, is she willing to die with her husband?" Ye Zhiqiu asked her in vain.

"... Okay." The anger on Leng Yan's face disappeared and she turned into a beautiful smile.

"Not good! She wants to explode the Primordial God!" Suddenly, an exclamation sounded from the crowd. The crowd was so frightened that they began to flee. Even when they were repaired to be as deep as Lin Tiefeng, they could not help but change their face greatly-the self-exploded Primordial God was a monk With the means only after Yuan Ying, with the belief of sharing with the enemy, he destroyed the Yuan God, broke the possibility of reincarnation, and broke out a hundredfold power-less than a last resort, no one will use this trick .

Everyone at the scene used the pressure of the bottom of the box to escape to the maximum speed they could reach in their lifetimes, and escaped, while not forgetting to superimpose their own defense matrix and magic weapon on themselves-as masters of the Mahayana period, Its self-destructive power can level this square to the ground.

The splendid brilliance rose to the sky, turned into a huge cocoon, and spread to the surroundings. The repair was almost fainted, even though Lin Tiefeng had to close the five senses to avoid being hurt.

After a few breaths, the wind and rain ceased, and the former autumn leaf peaks had disappeared forever, the vegetation was sore, a mess, and no trace of living creatures could be seen anymore-the two who wanted to be in the center of the explosion could not escape the fate.

This generation of masters fell, and it really taught people to sigh ... Lin Tiefeng was silent for a moment, the golden sword buzzed, but faced the remaining hundreds of thousands.

"Big! Ice! Mountain!" Angrily.

"Brother ~~" ​​charming.

"Yanyan ..." Jiaojiao.

"Jun Pan." Tenderness.

--who is it? Who is calling me?

So familiar voice, so familiar tone ... who it is!

Su Yan's calm face surfaced with painful color, and the entire body was filled with thick black mist, and the pure white spotless Yuan Ying on the top began to dim.

"Booming" was another loud bang. Just after the second thunderbolt was just cut off, the sudden light on her body was a series of eleven thunderbolts hitting her continuously.

Each time, her Yuanying was shrunk by a few points, and the light of Yingying became weaker. Finally, the twelfth thunderous thunder rushed down, yelling at her with the supreme might, With the momentum to shatter her bones.

After the loud noise, the black mist faded, the sky was clear, and the dark clouds of cloudlessness suddenly disappeared. Su Yan's babies became the size of a thumb, but were solidified a hundred times more than before. With arrogance.

——Advanced Dacheng!

Su Yan slowly opened her eyes, facing the last pair of misty water eyes, in which the despair revealed revealed a pain in her heart, and called with a dumb voice: "Atong ..."

"Well, are you awake?" "Tong Tong" had a wicked smile on his mouth, and the action of stabbing Bi Ling in his hand was unequivocal. Only the clear eyes were deeply sad, "Unfortunately she could not hear It ’s a poisonous way! ”

Su Yan ignored the sneer and sarcasm of the man, but just fixedly looked into the eyes full of complex emotions, and suddenly burst a soft and extreme smile: "Atong, did I tell you, I love you?"

"Tong Tong" was about to speak with a cold smile. Suddenly his face changed. He held Bi Ling's hand and trembled. When she saw the corner of her mouth slightly, her eyes suddenly burst into tears. ... you never said ... "

"So, I tell you now, is it too late?" Su Yan slowly stood up and walked towards her, her purple eyes burning like crystals, "I love you and I always love you ... so, stay for me Okay? "

Her voice fell, and "Tong Tong" suddenly lit up a dazzling white light. The twelve directions centered on her became an ancient large rune, and a slowly emerged from below the circular altar. Spirit bird stone carving, a simple jade pendant embedded in the eyes of the stone carving, at the moment is shining with the same dazzling white light.

"Ahhhhhhhh"-I just heard "Tong Tong" suddenly make a terrible cry, and a white figure was dug out of her Lingtai. It was Shen Guihong with a pale face.

Holding his head, he hated Geology and asked, "Why! Why is this! How did your Yuanyin disappear!"

——The ancient teleportation array needs a large number of sacrifices when it starts. If the teleporter's spiritual power is not enough, it will automatically remove the soul and add it.

Tong Tong's lack of spiritual power, Yuan Yin has been broken, the teleportation team spontaneously retrieved the spirit from her spiritual platform, the difference between yin and yang, but it was the primordial **** who took away Shen Guihong.

The cause and effect industry newspaper, Tianli Zhaozhao, not to not report, but the time is not up.

Allowing Shen Guihong's Yuanshen to scream and mourn until it disappeared into a light spot in the void, Tong Tong remained unmoved, but stared at Su Yan who smiled softly, tears like springs.

She reached out and nodded earnestly. "Okay."

Their fingertips are only a fraction of a mile away, but they stop there—that's just a stone's throw away.

Su Yan's smile remained the same, but he watched Tong Tong disappear little by little in white light.

"No--" She flung towards the white light with no regard for her body, and didn't care about the severe pain of the heartbreaking body when she was pulled by the gap of time and space-even if the physical body was peeled off, even if the spirit was delayed by the film, She didn't regret anything, hesitated, and the only obsession left in her heart was, "Wait for me ..."

——A tattoo totem suddenly appeared from her ring finger, emitting a little bit of fluorescence, and penetrated into her body.

After a while, the stone sculpture of the spirit bird sank to the ground together with the round altar, the landslide broke, the broken stone collapsed, and there was no trace left.

Not far away, a piece of blue robe disappeared quietly, and Zhu Bi wrote down in the book of life and death very little-but no one knew.

The author has something to say: I dragged the elder Yuan out and abused it again, and then I cry first → _ →

Obasan, I'm sorry for you ... orz

Sure enough my narrative is not enough, the final chapter next chapter!

I remember a girl who said that she would give me a long review.

This chapter was originally for tomorrow, but because of my wingman Da Huangjun, the code came out in advance!

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