The desert is lonely, and the yellow sand is all over the sky.

The air was like a block of ice, the world was desolate, and only the lonely cold wind whimpered.

"If you want to drink in my heart, come, ask for my ancient dragon shield, come and get it!" Ou Yangming looked at Dong Ruyu's falling body and roared coldly.

He Jian's eyes were dull, looking at Ou Yangming, it was like looking at a huge mountain shrouded in black mist, what was revealed was always a small corner, and it seemed that no matter what, he couldn't see through it.

Especially when he glanced at Dong Ruyu, he was even more frightened in his heart.

There was only one thought left in my heart: "In front of His Holiness, bombard his heirs head-on......?" Too domineering, isn't it?"

For a moment, he forgot to escape, and just froze in place.

It wasn't until Xiao Lan's body moved that he came to his senses.

Hurriedly patted his thigh, and said in an eager voice: "Brother Yu, you go quickly, I have my own way to get out." ”

Before Ou Yangming could answer, another voice rang out.

"Let's go, none of you can leave today!" Dong Chenyu finally arrived, with bursts of strong cold air scattered on his body.

He couldn't wait to peel the skin and cramp the two lowly human races in front of him, how could he let them just leave? With a step, he caught Dong Ruyu, and his palm gently collapsed from top to bottom, staring at it round, and closing his eyes together.

said in a low voice: "Ruyu, don't worry, being a father will definitely make them pay for their blood debts!"

In his heart, there was a volcano that had completely erupted, and someone had killed his heir in front of him, which was like a slap in the face, and the force was so heavy that he couldn't hide, making him angry, and every piece of scale armor on his body stood up.

With a slight wave of his right hand, Dong Ruyu's body burned, turned into ashes, and scattered in the yellow sand in the sky.

A sliding step, shaped like a blood-colored lightning, chased after him!

He Jian glanced back, his face showed eagerness, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Yu, you take Xiaolan away first, and I will drag him down." ”

Ou Yangming pondered slightly: "He is Venerable, you can't stop it." ”

Hearing this, a surging sword intent erupted from He Jian's body, and his face was full of arrogance: "I have a sword, although it is a remnant, it has the power to transcend the ranks. At the beginning, with this move, I fought the Venerable with the body of a spirit and escaped. He paused, and then said, "But there is only one move, but it will drain all the spiritual energy in my dantian." This was also because Ou Yangming was besieged by hundreds of blood Jiao before, and he didn't use this sword to explain.

And so it is, once this sword is slashed, he will be powerless.

He Jian rolled his eyes, his throat moved, he hesitated, and his voice was hoarse: "Help me take good care of Xiaolan, she is a hard-working child." Today, all this is too big a blow to her, but born in this world of thieves, no one can do anything, who can be alone?"

Ou Yangming didn't know how to answer, he glanced at He Jian, he was also a decisive and straightforward person, without a little hesitation, nodded heavily, waved his sleeves, took Xiao Lan, turned into a long rainbow, and disappeared in an instant.

He Jian smiled heartily and said: "Heaven does not give birth to him Xu Aoran, the ancient sword path is like a long night! Come to fight!"

Looking at Ou Yangming's back, he took a deep breath, not knowing what he was thinking.

The shadows of two blood swords were reflected in his eyes, and when he turned around, it was like a sharp blood sword that could pierce the sky and shatter the stars.

It was so bright that he couldn't take his eyes off it, and the long sword in his right hand let out a joyful sword sound.

"Fight!" He Jian stood in the air, took out a worn-out wine jug from the space bag with his left hand, and held a long sword in his right hand.

Dressed in white, with a dusty temperament, and an independent legacy, he is like a sword fairy who can split mountains and seas.

At this moment, even Dong Chenyu felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart, as if he was the slightest careless, he would die and die.

He only dared to watch Ou Yangming's back go away, and did not dare to pursue.

He had a feeling in his darkness that if he exposed his back in front of this human race, it would definitely be a life of death!

As soon as this kind of induction arose, his heart was immediately terrified, and he secretly said, this human race cultivator is only the peak of the spirit person, and it is so terrifying, how can this ...... How can it be?

In the spiritual world, there is a saying that if you don't become a nobleman, you will eventually be an ant. The spirit and the Venerable are like sand and stars, and the distance between the two is the whole sky, which cannot be crossed in a lifetime. But now, Dong Chenyu actually felt a strong crisis in He Jian, which was simply a fantasy, which made him refuse to believe it no matter what, but the caution in his temperament made him not choose to pursue.

After being stunned for a moment, he quickly gathered his mood, adjusted his qi, and sat down with his breath heavy.

I saw that his mouth opened and he inhaled suddenly, and a pitch-black and deep black hole suddenly appeared in the sky, inhaling all the spiritual energy within a hundred zhang into it in an instant. It was sharply compressed in his chest and abdomen, turning into countless sharp spiritual energy swords, and suddenly he spit out, and one after another spiritual energy swords shot out of his mouth. Covering the sky and the sun, like falling snow pressing green pines, more and more urgent. If it was just like this, there were countless hurricanes in the sky, winding around the aura sword, rushing straight to He Jian, and the heavens and the earth roared and exploded.

He Jian's hair was white, the sword intent was condensed but not dispersed, he took a big sip of wine, his movements were free and easy, he threw the wine jug from the air, and stroked the long sword with the fingers of his left hand.

The spiritual power was transported to the tip of the sword, and a circular sword arc was drawn reflexively, and then a large circle was shaken outward in vain.

The sword light is condensed, gathering but not dispersing, there is no majestic and earth-shattering awe-inspiring domineering, but there is an extra kind of back-to-basics and simplicity of amazement.

At the same time, the body sank downward, and the back pulled out a frightening arc, the center of gravity shook in the body like mercury, and every time he raised his hand, he could block a small sword of aura, and his steps quickly fell backwards, and he swam away quickly, only defending and not attacking.

But there are too many sharp spiritual energy swords, dense, like fine raindrops, pervasive.

After only a few moments, He Jian was already in a dangerous situation, and every time he raised his hand to fight back, he was walking on thin ice.

Seeing this picture, Dong Chenyu's face showed joy, he exhaled a cold breath, and secretly said in his heart, it is just the peak of the spirit, and I am too cautious. Come to think of it, there are very few spirit people who can make a move in the hands of His Holiness, let alone bring His Holiness a life and death crisis?

There are no scruples in my heart, and every time I make a move, I open and close, and it falls majestically, setting off bursts of roar.

He Jian was even more miserable, so he could only forcibly support it, and at the same time prepare for which sword to cut out.

On the other side, Ou Yangming's speed was extremely fast, turning into a black whirlwind.

The body was short, and after a few flickers, it fell into a black forest, and there was a dead silence all around, except for the sound of whimpering wind.

Xiao Lan was lying on his back, her eyes a little glazed. Just today, her father and mother are dead, there is no harbor to hide from the sea breeze, and the world in her heart collapses, and there is darkness, only black and white remain.

Soon, Ou Yangming found a small tree hole.

With a wave of his sleeve, countless arrays like streamers dispersed, and soon a defensive formation and a phantom formation were arranged. After pondering day and night during this period of time, his attainments in the formation became deeper and deeper, and he was not much weaker than refining equipment.

walked into the tree hole, squatted down, his voice was extremely soft, and said, "Xiaolan, you stay here, I'll help Grandpa He, okay?"

Xiao Lan's eyes finally had a touch of brilliance, her red little face wrinkled together, carefully pulled Ou Yangming's cuffs, and whispered: "I'm afraid of the dark alone, there are monsters in the dark...... her eyes showed fear, and she was at a loss for the unknown world. People are always afraid of change, not to mention that she is still so young and has just experienced a tragedy in the world.

Ou Yangming's face was bitter, and he was a little dazed.

After thinking for a moment, he took out many spirit stones and lit them with the fire of the heavenly phoenix, and the inside of the tree hole suddenly became extremely bright.

He took out a windmill, handed it to Xiao Lan, and said, "Well, this is for you, I'll be back when it turns two hundred times." ”

"Really?" asked Xiaolan.

"Really. ”

Xiao Lan hesitated for a moment, and her soft fingers loosened the corners of his clothes.

Ou Yangming left, and He Jian's words before were like explaining what was going on, which made him have a faint bad premonition in his heart, so he had to go. And, as if he didn't go, he would miss something, a feeling that was so wonderful that it was hard to describe in words.

And Xiao Lan stared at the windmill intently, carefully counting how many times it turned.

In the sky, He Jian's body was full of fine sword marks, and blood beads were pouring out.

He coughed heavily, covered his mouth with his hand, and put it down with his palms scarlet.

secretly said in his heart, old, old, the qi is blocked, and if he wants to kill this sword, he has adjusted it for so long.

Huo Ran, a fine light emanated from his eyes, like a knife and electricity.

With a shake of his arm, the light on the long sword shone, and the tadpole-like runes flickered violently, shattered violently, turned into countless black marks, and merged into the Qingfeng Sword, and the long sword turned into a ray of starlight, which seemed to be contaminated with the power of ghosts and gods.

He Jianmu's gaze became sincere, as if he was on a pilgrimage, faintly carrying a kind of madness that he could die at night.

Exhaled lightly, he raised his head to the sky and roared: "This sword - Teasing the sky!"

Before the voice fell, a sword slashed out, an awe-inspiring sword light rose to the sky, and the majestic sword qi swept in all directions, as if to tear the heavens and the earth into pieces, and an invisible sword qi rushed straight into the sky, to cut through the void, the sharpness was incomparable, and all kinds of obstacles, as if under this sword, could be cut off.

This is an invincible trend stacked by countless victories and glory, nine heavens and ten earths, and nothing that continues

This is a kind of awe-inspiring domineering spirit that as long as I have a sword in my hand, everything in the world can be slashed.

It is the Tao that is asked, and what is cut is the truth of heaven and earth, and it is the attachment to the Tao.

Under this slash, the sky seemed to suddenly darken, and the space was rippled with a slight ripple.

This sword light absorbed all the subtle rays of light in the sky.