Fix your sister's fairy

Mo Luoxue noticed Mo Yi's gaze, she frowned subconsciously, she turned her head away from Mo Yi, and turned her gaze to the almost demonic man in mid-air.

"......" The man didn't speak, he was holding a long sword in his hand, the sword body was snow-white and sharp, just looking at the edge felt the feeling of stinging in his eyes, the sun shone on the sword blade as if it was cut smoothly and neatly, this is a peerless sword, and the person who uses the sword is a completely authentic sword immortal.

"Cheng Jingyu, what do you mean?" An indifferent voice sounded suddenly, which seemed extremely harsh in the silence, but the crisp guttural voice was so pleasant.

The speaker flew out of the crowd stranded on the lake, and she stepped on a piece of red silk, and the light silk dragged the woman steadily, and on top of the silk was a woman with a lovely baby face. Although the woman's face is a little younger, her figure is extremely hot, and she looks like she has a strange beauty.

"......", the man who was called Cheng Jingyu looked at the woman, and his expression did not fluctuate in the slightest and said, "Fulfill the gambling contract and accept the apprentice." "

"Bet?" the baby-faced woman wondered, wrapped in red-colored clothing.

"This boy has nothing to do with you. Cheng Jingyu said softly, he raised his hand, and the tip of the sword shook his finger at Mo Yi.

Although Cheng Jingyu in mid-air did not have the slightest killing intent, the cold hairs on Mo Yi's whole body that were pointed at by the tip of the long sword stood up! Being pointed at by the tip of Cheng Jingyu's sword was like a sharp silver needle in front of his eyeball, although he knew that the silver needle would not be pierced, his pupils would still be constricted, and his body was in a state of extreme tension.

Mo Yi's body instinct told him to run, run, danger, danger. Mo Yiqiang held back this discomfort, he looked directly at the man in mid-air, and the current situation seemed to be strange.

The baby-faced woman who was opposed to Cheng Jingyu sneered and said, "Since ancient times, the Immortal Conference has been an immortal seedling selection sect, and all the fixed numbers are decided by the immortal seedlings, you can only sell your own sect, but you can't forcibly take people away...... Do you dare not abide by the rules set by the Immortal Alliance?"

Cheng Jingyu frowned, the delicate face like a knife carving showed a troubled expression, Mo Yi felt that twenty-four hours a day, three hundred and sixty degrees to take a photo of this guy can be used as a mobile phone wallpaper, handsome to a level that is really dumbfounded.

The baby-faced woman looked at Cheng Jingyu without being half distracted, she still treated her coldly, the silk under her feet flashed with a low red light, it seemed that Cheng Jingyu was going to fight without giving an answer.

A hint of color flashed in Cheng Jingyu's eyes, and he raised his sword and pointed directly at the baby-faced woman!

"You mean to fight?" the baby-faced woman was stunned for a moment, but after a few moments, her whole body exploded!

"It's the first time that my mother has been provoked when she's grown up, and I've always been the one who provoked others! If you want to fight, come on!" said the baby-faced woman's face sank word by word.

Mo Yi, who was watching, was stunned for a while, what is this, the contrast is cute? I didn't expect such a cute girl to be so strong, I don't feel like I will love it anymore.

"Hmm. Cheng Jingyu, who was floating in mid-air, said, he nodded and raised his long sword!

Before the baby-faced woman could speak, the sword was shining.

This sword is as thin as a cow's hair, long enough to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and sharp enough to cut through all things. Cheng Jingyu just raised his sword, and then swung his sword, there was no surging light, there was just a sky-high sword intent and boundless sorrow.

"Really coming?!" The baby-faced woman was shocked, her originally cute face was also discolored because of the fright, she didn't expect this guy to be so unreasonable, and he didn't mean to beat around the bush at all.

The sword has arrived, and it is impossible to take it back, the baby-faced woman can only resist hard, she gritted her silver teeth and pinched out the law with both hands, and the bright red satin under her feet suddenly became longer, and then indefinitely rose and lengthened. In a few breaths, the silk that was originally several meters old covered the sky like a monstrous flood, and the sunlight shone through the silk and reflected the blood-red light on the ground, Mo Yi's stunned face.

The sword slammed into the red satin that came from the cover, like a sharp blade that slashed into the sky and slashed into a wide blood-red galaxy, and a completely different momentum and momentum were announced. The sword intent that encompasses all the hair and satin, tears everything, they collide with each other to produce a huge momentum!

Is this the battle of the immortal cultivators?

Mo Yi raised his head, the red satin covering the sky collided with Ling Xiao's sword intent, and an invisible vibration came from the place of contact, this picture had appeared in Mo Yi's dream, although the specific dream was very different from this day, but it was still similar. In the dream, as a spectator, he watched those with strange powers fight, and he watched with great enthusiasm, and he wanted to rush up to help him.

But when he woke up, he sat up and looked around in a daze.

But now it's different, it's not a dream, you won't wake up! The stinging sensation of the strong wind blowing on his face in the sky, the softness of the dirt under his feet, the warmth of the sun shining through the satin on his skin! All this tells Mo Yi that this is not a dream, he is standing in place at this moment!

I'll come, I'll see, and then I'm about to conquer.

Mo Yi laughed out loud, and there were several people who were similar to him, and they stood in the crowd with different and frightened companions beside them, with joy on their faces, and a desire for power and fanaticism. Some people call them anomalous, or geniuses, and they look at this scene of destruction without fear or anxiety, and some only worship and desire.

Is this an immortal cultivator, is this a power that the world can't imagine? Mo Yi felt that something in his chest was pleasing to the bird, as if he was about to break out of the cocoon, and he clenched his fists, as if he wanted to hold all the power and power in his hands.

Mo Luoxue grasped the hilt of the sword, her eyes also flashed with longing, she felt the sword intent of the man in white, that was enough to cut everything - the supreme sword way.

Suddenly she had a choice.

The time for the sword and silk to collide was very short, and it could be said that it ended in an instant, and at this moment, a seed called 'longing' was planted in the hearts of some people on the ground.

The sword slashes through the silk like a bamboo! The silk multiplies infinitely, but it is useless! The sword slashes through everything! Whether it is the mountains or the sea!

Soon the sword light arrived in front of the baby-faced woman, the baby-faced woman's face was pale, her eyes revealed incredible, she did not expect her defense to be so vulnerable that she was about to fall now.

Jian Mang didn't give her more time to think, but for a moment, Jian Mang skimmed over the baby-faced woman's body.

Mo Yi's heart twitched, this is going to kill? I didn't expect this demonic man to have a decisive heart.

The imaginary thing that the baby-faced woman was split in two and turned into a piece of flesh did not happen, and everyone present was stunned, they looked at Cheng Jingyu and the baby-faced woman floating in the air a little dazed.

In a moment, the baby-faced woman woke up from her fright, she gasped heavily, looked up at the man in white in front of her with an incredulous expression, "Cheng Jingyu...... You've stepped into that realm. "

Cheng Jingyu, who was dressed in white, did not answer, a breeze lifted the corners of his clothes, and his face was indifferent.

"I conceded. He said.