long night walk

Chapter 90 The Counterattack Begins

The woman in white Yun Rong looked at Xiao Ming meaningfully, but did not pick up the box.

Until he stared at him until his face was flushed, he promised again: "Xiao knows that the swords don't like it, but the fact that the Yue girl's soul is damaged can no longer be left alone."

If it were any other sword master, he would definitely disdain to wave his sleeves.

Leng Leng and contemptuously said that his second senior sister needed the soul nourishing sand for her soul damage, and their elder brother went to Penglai Xiandao to get it, so there was no need for him, an outsider, to bother.

Yun Rong, who can be regarded as the fourth sword, has always been incompatible with people of the same clan, and likes to do things upside down.

She smiled, stretched out her hand to unwrap the wooden box, and grandly did the most taboo thing of Thirteen Swords: "Then I will thank Xiao Jingzhu on behalf of my Yue Nu sister."

Xiao Ming opened his eyes wide, obviously never expecting that she would really accept the box,

He was so flattered that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Yun Rong rode on the deer, and the deer's four hooves stepped on the snow-washing sword intent, and drove away.

But before she left, she smiled meaningfully: "After all, I have to be worthy of the kindness of Master Xiaojing who came all the way to Wanmo Guku to come and help."

The originally flushed face turned pale in an instant.

Yin Baishuang glanced at Xiao Ming who was stiff all over, caught up with Yun Rong and frowned and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Yun Rong smiled against the wind: "Since the young lady has guessed it, why bother to ask?"

"This is impossible. How could Xiao Ming know about the sword-folding operation in advance? He doesn't have the guts and no reason to dare to collude with the Demon Sect."

"Yes, but it can be used by others."

Yun Rong narrowed his usual lazy eyes slightly, and said: "Xiao Ming is not you, Miss, there is no reason to appear here, but he not only appeared, but he also fought against Honghuang Yaoshengdijiang in advance, obviously he wanted to be here End this fight before I get here."

Yin Baishuang pondered for a moment, and said the truth in an astonishing way: "Tianxi Thirteen Swords, the first sword Junhe is the most experienced and strongest of the Thirteen Swords. is unknown.

The second sword, Yue Nu, was injured by corpse poison as you said, so she has no time to spare. The third sword, Kuangcao Sword, is also a famous drunk. I don't know where I am drunk at the moment, so I may not be able to receive the Yuanli sword. print.

By analogy, you have become the best candidate for folding swords.But Xiao Ming's favorite person is the second sword, why is he willing to risk himself here for you? "

Yun Rong smiled and said: "Miss is so powerful, she revealed the plot of the Demon Sect in just a few words, as for why Xiao Ming came here, after all, it was not because of my second sister.

After all, in Thirteen Swords, I am the only one who does not object to his pursuit of my second sister.

And... I have a very good relationship with my second sister. If I die, who will deliver these small gifts to him in the future? "

The small gift naturally refers to the soul nourishing sand.

Yin Baishuang shook his head helplessly, he couldn't agree with the wonderful value of this fourth sword.

It is said that it is better to tear down ten temples than ruin a marriage.

In this world of practice, it is well known that the first sword Junhe and the second sword Yuenu in Tianxie are a match made in heaven.

Even the sword is also a "gentleman" and "goddess" with profound meanings.

The people in Tianxi, including the Suzerain, are extremely optimistic about this pair.

Xiao Ming, who suddenly appeared midway, naturally became a hindrance that Tianxi and the others were not optimistic about.

Everyone also tacitly never gave Xiao Ming an opportunity to take advantage of, and everyone was honest about him.

Although Xiao Ming is strong, compared to Junhe, the first sword of Tianxi who is known as a perfect gentleman, he is far behind in terms of character and cultivation.

And Yun Rong's act of secretly supporting Xiao Ming is really unpredictable.

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Bai Li'an got ready for the task at hand, and quietly put the thing in his hand into the green jade.

After straightening out the tattered robes on his body, he looked up at the huge vortex of demon fire that rose and dissipated in the distant sky.

I thought to myself, is there anyone in the distance at this moment who is caught in a bitter battle...

Even though the mountain is full of monsters and demons, and there are two approaching footsteps of Yang Zhao and Huang Kang, but he still feels that he will be able to survive today's catastrophe.

After all, when he was facing the enemy with extravagance, his cheap sister personally came forward to deal with the enemy.

But this time, facing the pursuit of Yang Zhao and others, she has no intention of showing up.

This means that the combined cultivation of Yang Zhao and others is far inferior to that extravagant corpse.

Thinking of this, Bai Lian was determined and walked towards the agreed place.

After meeting Lin Yuan in the first round, there was a lot of darkness. Headed by Yang Zhao, he reconfigured a magic wind chime in his hand, and it was still dripping with blood-like liquid.

Smelling the breath of wind chimes from Xunfeng, Bai Lian caught the breath of the river of blood.

It turned out that...the wind chime of controlling demons was actually made by the power of the long river to manipulate demons.

Around the two roads on the river bank, the black beasts and monsters had already surrounded the two of them with no way out.

Yang Zhao swayed the wind chime in his hand, and looked at Bai Lian and Lin Yuan with a sneer:
"You two really know how to escape, and what about Mr. Meng and Thirteen Swords? They will always be caught up by us, so there is no need to waste our time in chasing them, right?"

Huang Kang looked down at the Yuanli Sword in Bai Lian's hand: "Do you think...that if you control the Yuanli Sword, we won't be able to find the Thirteen Swords?"

Bai Lian took a deep breath, stepped on the fire circle, clenched the Yuanli sword in his hand, and started sprinting directly towards Yang Zhao and Huang Kang.

But Lin Yuan retreated from the scene step by step under Bai Lian's prior instructions, watching from afar.

Yang Zhao and Huang Kang showed disdain.

Bai Lian's move fell into the eyes of the two of them, and it was undoubtedly a trap for himself.

"Hmph, a mere ant at the Kaiyuan state! I really think of myself as a Jinsheng, it's impossible to pull out the thirteen swords!"

Yang Zhao sneered again and again, even though he saw Bai Lian return the sword to its sheath with his own eyes that day.

But drawing the sword and returning to the sheath are two completely different concepts.

Each of the thirteen swords has a strong backbone, and on the day the sword soul awakens, it will only recognize one master for the rest of its life.

Others... Even if the Demon Lord reappears in 3000 years, he will definitely not be able to draw his sword out of its sheath.

This kid is so naive!

Seeing Bai Lian rushing towards him on fire, Yang Zhao and Huang Kang snorted coldly in disdain, and the black long sword behind them came out silently and fell into their palms.

In the minds of the two of them, Bai Lian was no better than Jinsheng, so he was naturally not qualified to let them use that blood-inducing sword.

As the pitch-black sword edge swirled rapidly, two vortices for training Qi swept against the wind.

Bai Lian's eyes were deep!
not enough!
He didn't block with the horizontal sword, let alone counterattack, the Yuanli sword in his hand was put behind him, holding the hilt in one hand and the blade in the other.

Poof twice.

He didn't dodge or dodge, and directly resisted with his physical body.

(End of this chapter)