The moon and stars are scarce, in the Sword Pavilion, in the inconspicuous courtyard, Ning Chen closed his eyes to protect the Dharma, and in the room not far away, Lin Yuzhen was fully concerned about healing, wanting to recover his combat strength as soon as possible. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The little gourd floated beside King Qi, helping him heal his wounds with his own strength, and his immature little face was full of exhaustion.

At this moment, in the small courtyard, the void rolled, and an illusory shadow in a white dress appeared, and after walking out, he immediately waved his hand to seal the surrounding space.

"Three Pavilion Masters?"

Seeing someone coming, Ning Chen opened his eyes and said slowly.

"Ning Gongzi, there is not much time, I have something to tell you"

Jing Wufang looked at the person in front of him, and said quickly, "The second sister said, the sword of natal symbiosis must not be repaired by external force, otherwise it will be created by human swords, if you want to repair that sword, you can only use the power of your own bloodline to raise the sword day and night, and one day, your natal sword will return to its original state, but, how long it will take, no one knows"

Ning Chen stared at him and nodded, "Thank you for telling the Third Pavilion Master, I don't know what happened to the Second Pavilion Master's injury?"

"The second sister's injury is not light, Ning Gongzi, I can't stay longer, this is gone, in the future, if you and the second sister hand over, please also read the second sister's love to help you today, and show mercy to your subordinates"

The words fell, and the flawless figure gradually faded away, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared between heaven and earth.

The former left, and the enclosed space returned to its original state, Ning Chen stood still in place, the brilliance in his eyes kept flashing, and it became more and more wrong, it seemed that these two pavilion masters had an unknown and unspeakable secret.

"The ugliness of the human heart is really disgusting" The demonic qi surged, and the demon body walked out and said coldly.

"Where there is good, there is evil, and so is man, and so is the devil"

Ning Chen looked at the middle pavilion in the distance and said calmly, "At least, this third pavilion master can repeatedly remind me that it is not easy for this person I don't know, benefactor, if God does not bless, I know my destiny to do it."

"Do you have what it takes?"

The demon body sneered and said, "Don't forget, we can't protect ourselves now, the body is not awake, you and I may be in danger at any time."

"I will try my best to find a way to step on immortals, the tragedy of the past, I don't want it to happen again, not once" Ning Chen said calmly.

"On the road to immortals, I will help you, but your useless kindness can be reaped"

The demon body spoke, and the figure dispersed, submerging into the former's body again.

Ning Chen was speechless, standing quietly in the courtyard, looking at the cold moon in the sky, a little bit of light flashed, blessings and misfortunes depended on each other, this trip to the Sword Pavilion was not in vain, what should be obtained, he has already gotten, and next, it is time to face the disaster.

In the room, Lin Yuzhen, who was healing day and night, had a more and more stable breath around her body, and with the help of a small gourd, she finally gradually suppressed the injuries in her body.

Three days, in the blink of an eye, the moon sets and the sun rises, and when the sun sets and the moon rises, in the room not far away, Lin Yuzhen walked out, full of breath, and returned to the peak.

"Brother Ning, let's go," Lin Yuzhen said softly.

Ning Chen nodded, only took a few steps, and his footsteps stopped again.

In front of the small courtyard, a woman in a purple dress appeared, her beautiful face was cold, the ancient sword in her hand was unsheathed, and the murderous aura had appeared.

"Second Pavilion Master" Lin Yuzhen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke.

"Leave the Fengming Sword, I'll let you go," Shui Wuyue said indifferently.

"Sorry, can't do it"

Lin Yuzhen responded, took two steps forward, blocked the front, and said, "Brother Ning, you go first, you can hand it over to this king here."

"Your Highness be careful"

Ning Chen said a word, continued to step forward, staggered for a moment, his footsteps paused slightly, and said softly, "Second Pavilion Master, you are also careful"

Shui Wuyue was silent and did not answer.

Ning Chen didn't say anything more, as soon as he stepped on his footsteps, his figure flashed, and he rushed towards the sword tower in the distance at great speed.

Shui Wuyue did not stop it, and after the former left, his right hand was raised, and with a sonorous sound, the sunset shone out of the sheath, and suddenly, the divine sun soared into the sky, illuminating the night.

Without saying a word, the battle situation opened instantly, and the sunset broke through the sky, and he came out with his life.

Lin Yuzhen's expression condensed, waved his sword, and the phoenix roared to the world, and a sword greeted him.

With a bang, the two swords clashed, the boundless airflow shook, and the small courtyard in the rear collapsed and fell apart.

"There is a sorrow in the sword"

Feeling the sound of the woman's sword in front of her, Lin Yuzhen's eyes flashed with condensation, the sword became heavier and heavier, the wind and thunder on the sword were agitated, and the divine power was amazing.

"Lunar Moon and Sunny"

Several moves in battle, Shui Wuyue pointed at Ning Yuan, the purple flames around his body rose, the sword pawn moves reappeared, a little blood stained the red clothes, the old wounds were devoured, and the injured body was difficult to bear the might.

"Nine Days of Phoenix Dance"

The extreme move is coming, the heaven and the earth are sinking, Lin Yuzhen is the same luck as the extreme move, the body flashes, the sword is like a phoenix dancing, and the talent is amazing.

There was a sonorous sound, the two swords clashed again and again, the corners of Shui Wuyue's mouth, blood continued to drip down, and the injuries became more and more serious.

"You have injuries on your body, you are not the opponent of this king, Second Pavilion Master, what is your problem!"

Lin Yuzhen swung her sword, shook the person in front of her with a sword, and spoke.

Shui Wuyue didn't answer, her expression was still cold, and when she stepped out, the ground under her collapsed in response, and she deceived herself again.

The breath on the sword was difficult to hide, and the sunset sword felt the sadness in the master's heart, and the sword body also screamed, one by one, one by one.

The brilliance of the two swords, the waves of dust in the sky, and the staggered figures, no one showed mercy, or helplessness, or bitterness, however, the positions are different, how can they be merciful.

"Ugh"

After a hundred moves, in the midst of the sword waves, a muffled snort sounded, Shui Wuyue's figure retreated, and on his left shoulder, blood flowed down and dripped on the ground.

The body that was hit hard, the strength was difficult to show, and the old injuries in Shui Wuyue's body completely broke out, and the true yuan was messy and agitated, and it devoured itself.

The sword blade was on the ground, the blood stained the dust and sand, the water Wuyue's body staggered, and then vomited vermilion.

Lin Yuzhen waved her hand to disperse the dust waves, looked at the woman in front of her, and stepped forward step by step, the divine sword in her hand did not stop because of victory or defeat.

"Come Again"

Shui Wuyue said tiredly, barely holding herself up, the edge of the sword trembled, obviously reaching the limit.

"To you, this king is not qualified to spare you once"

The former did not admit defeat, it was disrespectful to keep his hand, Lin Yuzhen's figure flashed, and the sword blade broke out of the air.

When the sword was sharp, a touch of relief flashed in Shui Wuyue's eyes, and he didn't dodge it, and met the Fengming Divine Sword with his body.

"Ahh

The sound of the blade cutting through the body was so piercing that the vermilion overflowed, dyeing the sword red.

Shui Wuyue's eyes shrank slightly, and in front of him, a familiar shadow blocked in front of him, the sword pierced through his body, blood gushed out, and his eyes were foggy.

"Little Sister"

Unbelievable things, Shui Wuyue's body trembled violently, stepped forward to help the woman in front of her, and reached out to cover the former's bleeding chest.

"Ahem"

The sword pierced through the body, hurting the heart, and he coughed violently, and the blood in his mouth continued to overflow.

"Second Sister"

Jing Wufang called weakly, and then coughed violently again, and the light veil on his face burned out and vermilion, and his eyes were unusual.

"Why are you so stupid!"

Tears flowed down Shui Wuyue's eyes, and the coldness between his expressions could no longer be seen, replaced by pain and remorse, the persistence of this life, at this moment, for what?

"Second Sister"

The flawless right hand was slowly raised, stained with blood, and even more reluctant.

The next moment, the slender hand fell, silently, sad for a lifetime, and regretful was over.

Holding the former's warm body, Shui Wuyue's body trembled violently, and the tears in her eyes fell silently, gradually turning into a dazzling red.

"Little sister, if you endure for a while, the second sister will take you out of here soon"

Shui Wuyue carefully picked up the woman in her arms and walked towards the pavilion in front of her step by step.

Behind, Lin Yuzhen looked at the backs of the two leaving, her eyes were slightly dark, and she sighed in her heart.

Sword Tower, the seventh floor, the young man in red walked forward, in the sword casting platform, the star soul rose and fell, and the breath on the sword swayed wave after wave, after the recast, the power was even stronger than before.

Ning Chen stepped forward, blood pouring out of his right hand, dripping down, making the final quenching for the Star Soul Sword.

The phoenix blood stained the sword, and in an instant, on the seventh floor of the sword tower, the red light was sheng, and the sword waves were rolling, sweeping the eight wildernesses.

Above the nine heavens, the heavens and the earth were felt, and the starlight in the sky was sprinkled, blocking through the sword tower and shining on the divine sword.

The treasure of heaven and earth, the iron mother of the star soul, becomes a sword tonight, and the stars echo.

"Heavenly Sword"

On the top floor of the Sword Pavilion, Mei Wuxian felt it, her eyes opened, looking in the direction of the Sword Tower, and a cold color flashed on her face.

One step out, about to leave, at this moment, in front of him, a purple shadow appeared, stained with blood, murderous.

"Water without moon!"

Seeing the visitor, Mei Wuxian turned cold in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "You are really bold enough to dare to show murderous intent to me."

The water has no moon and no words, the figure flashes by, the sunset reflects the moon, and the sword breaks the past.

Mei Wuxi's eyes shrank, and with a wave of his right hand, Bingmei's sword was unsheathed, and with a bang, it blocked the sunset.

"Great Flame Realm, Heavenly Fire"

Full of hatred, Shui Wuyue's move is to cross the limit, and the fire waves on the sword soared into the sky, coiling around it, turning the entire top of the Sword Pavilion into a sea of fire.

"Stupid, Shui Wuyue, don't you care about the flawless life and death!"

Mei Wuji's expression was cold and abnormal, and the chill on the sword erupted, freezing the heavens and the earth.

"Mei Wuxian, I'm here to let you go down to accompany my little sister"

Hate to the extreme, the limit is more extreme, the blood and tears in Shui Wuyue's eyes flow, the whole body climbs to the extreme, the purple flame breaks through the shackles of frost, and rushes out with a roar.

Mei Wuxian heard this, her brows furrowed slightly, and she died flawlessly?

When the waves of fire came, Bingmei broke the air, Mei Wuxian swung his sword to block one heavy attack, his expression was calm, and the cultivation of the half-step fourth realm was undoubtedly displayed.

Sunset, Bingmei, the most pinnacle of the two sword pavilions, today they are opposite, one yang and one yin, intertwined, and the beacon is slow.

"The Great Flame Realm, the Burning World"

The burning world reappeared, the waves of fire swept in the sky, the fire rain fell, and the terrifying scene was shocking.

The familiar sword moves, the unfamiliar power, Mei Wuxian stared at him, stepped on his feet, and plunged into the air.

"Cold Hell, Vientiane Reincarnation"

The Sword Pavilion Pavilion Lord first appeared his divine skill, the sword blade swung, and between heaven and earth, the frost swept away, turning into a huge vortex and manifesting in the void.

The two moves merged, the boom sounded, the ice and fire devoured each other, the aftermath was agitated, a chaos was chaotic, and after a moment, the stalemate was broken, and the frost engulfed the sea of fire, freezing the entire heaven and earth.