"Spirit... Ling'er!"

Almost subconsciously, Yan Feng shouted out the name buried deep in his soul, his eyes were red and cracked in an instant, and at this moment, there was an indescribable emotion in his heart, this is not the love of men and women, but brother and sister...!

In the previous life, the hundred miles of Changfeng have always regarded Kyaukling as his dearest sister!

"Changfeng..."When Jiao Ling heard this Ling'er, she was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on her face, but with the blood at the corner of her mouth and her pale face, it looked so poignant. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's been a long time, it's been a long time since I've heard you call me like that. ”

Her aura, under the injury of the Nine Swords, decayed rapidly, all this... But in an instant.

Around Yan Feng's body, nine purple-clothed people appeared in an instant, these people, dressed exquisitely, the aura on their bodies exuded a strong coercion, the ghosts and immortals of the Golden Immortal Realm!

The nine swords just now were stabbed out by these nine people.

Yan Feng turned around suddenly, tightly held Jiaoling in his arms, and at the same time waved his hand at the fat monk, a strong wind passed, and the fat monk, Fang Mu, and Zhou Li were all blown into the crack that the fat monk opened.

There is also a small horn on the shoulder, which was also sent into the crack by Yan Feng!

"Look for death!"

The nine people all stared, and they all slashed towards the crack, but it was too late, and the fat monks had already entered the crack.

The hand suddenly grabbed the crack, and before the fat monks could react, Yan Feng directly smoothed the crack!

"Master... If there is fate, see you in the next life!" Looking at the closed crack, Yan Feng turned his head, the anger in his eyes was monstrous.

When the nine people saw this, they all looked angry, the nine of them were left behind to prevent accidents, but at this moment, they let people run away, once this matter was known by Han Shi, the nine of them would have to go around without food!

With a bang, the nine swords suddenly fell on the ghost slashing knife, and the white runes on the ghost slashing knife flowed like living creatures, as if a white tiger jumped on it.

Yan Feng held the knife in one hand and the Jiaoling in the other, and the nine powers comparable to the golden immortal fell on Yan Feng's body, and under the strong wind, the gray and long hair flew away, but after all, the difference in strength was difficult to make up, and Yan Feng's figure suddenly fell to the ground.

With just one breath, a roaring sound resounded throughout the film world!

Yan Feng's body smashed directly into the palace where Fang Mu was imprisoned before, and the originally unbreakable barrier shattered in an instant, and the entire palace collapsed in an instant, and smoke and dust rose into the sky.

The huge pit was smashed out in an instant, lying in the center of this big pit, looking up at the sky, the corners of Yan Feng's mouth were overflowing with blood, and he tilted his head slightly to look at the bright spirit leaning on his chest.

"I regret it... I regret it..."

Jiaoling, who was leaning on Yan Feng's chest, was already soaked in blood, but her mouth was whispering to herself.

"I regret that I turned away in the first place... I regret it... I regret not being by your side, that was the last thing I said to you, for thousands of years, I always thought that I would never see you again. ”

"Changfeng, do you know, when I know you're still alive, how happy I am when I see you again..."

Yan Feng listened to Jiaoling's words, and the scenes he remembered before were all reflected in his mind.

An indescribable feeling of heartache burned in my heart...

Above the sky, the nine black rainbows have already descended with monstrous sword qi at this moment, if these nine sword qi fall on him, then from now on, the world... There will be no more winds!

"Long wind. ”

Jiao Ling leaned in Yan Feng's arms, and his voice came out weakly.

"What's wrong, don't want to die with me?"

Yan Feng turned to laugh, there was indifference in his eyes, he could have triggered the Heavenly Tribulation to fight, but as a result of triggering the Heavenly Tribulation here, Heng and Zhi couldn't avoid death, but it was very likely that Jiaoling would suffer more pain.

Rather than that, it's better to leave it at that.

A weak laugh like a silver bell came out of his arms, and Jiao Ling raised his head slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his face turned pale.

"You should know, I've been waiting for this day for a long time. ”

"Really?"

Yan Feng still looked up at the sky, the nine sword qi was already approaching in front of him, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"It turns out... You've been hoping for my death. ”

"Fool..."

Nine sword qi fell with a bang...!

A storm that shook the entire Shadow Palace swept through the entire Shadow Palace, and the silver-white liquid that originally permeated the Shadow Palace was directly dispersed in an instant under this wave of air, and the palace flew upside down, and the entire Shadow Palace was destroyed by nearly half of it under this sword qi.

Even those who were immersed in the silver-white liquid were the same, and they were all shaken, awakened by this powerful breath.

Drip, drip, drip...

The crisp sound of water landed, Yan Feng frowned slightly, and suddenly opened his eyes, but suddenly found that he was no longer in the ruins of the original palace.

In the ears, there is a light sound of birds and birds, the sound of mountain streams and water flows, turbulent rapids, ringing in the ears, crisp and pleasant.

Here, Yan Feng has a familiar meaning, once, he also appeared here once, and he was still here, fighting with a person once.

That person is called Hundred Miles of Long Wind.

Appearing here again at this time, Yan Feng is no longer the Yan Feng he was at the beginning, compared to the beginning, he has already undergone earth-shaking changes at this moment.

It was still the waterfall, Yan Feng stood on the bluestone in front of the waterfall, watching the white water splash around, falling on the tip of his hair and crossing the corner of his eye.

In the middle of the waterfall, a figure slowly appeared, first a dark shadow, and then a person.

Its appearance is exactly the same as Yan Feng's, but the hair is jet black.

"Looks like you've changed a lot these days. ”

Laughter came from this waterfall, and the hundred-mile long wind in this waterfall slowly walked out, opposite to the severe wind.

"Am I changing?"

Yan Feng smiled with relief at the corner of his mouth: "Is it me, or you?"

As soon as these words came out, the hundred-mile wind that came out of the waterfall also smiled even more: "That's right, it's me, it's you." ”

"This sword qi of mine should have dissipated, why is it still there. ”

Yan Feng asked about the hundred miles of wind in front of him, his tone was like asking himself, muttering to himself, the water of the waterfall splashed down and landed on the cheeks of the two, and several birds and finches passed by the two of them, as if they were in the present world.

Standing at the mouth of the waterfall, the hundred miles long wind said with a smile.

"Only when I fully identify with my identity will this sword qi completely disappear. ”

"Is that so..."Yan Feng's face seemed to have a hint of enlightenment

Baili Changfeng and Yan Feng looked at each other, and at this moment, two people, one me, showed exactly the same smile on their faces, and muttered to themselves at the same time.

"So, I... It's me. ”

Two people, at the moment when these words appeared, the whole world stood still in an instant, time seemed to stop, the birds and birds flying in the sky continued to maintain the attitude of flying, splashing water, can no longer fall, the two of them are like afterimages, slowly overlapping into one person!

The sword qi left over from the previous life, the real sword qi, when Yan Feng truly recognized that he was a hundred miles of wind, disappeared completely.

And this last sword qi entered Yan Feng's body, giving him time for a stick of incense!

A stick of incense, a hundred miles of wind!

Under the ruins, at the moment when the nine sword qi slashed down on his body, a sentence sounded in Yan Feng's heart,

"I... It's me!"