Jiang Qingyue didn't expect that not long after leaving the Heavenly Demon Divine Palace, someone would take the initiative to make friends with him.

And this friend seems to be a little overzealous.

Jiang Qingyue refused at first, although he felt that Xia Yue was not in any danger, but it always made him feel very uneasy.

It's a pity that Xia Yue persuaded him successfully with just one sentence: "My brother doesn't understand the modern situation, right? ”

She smiled brightly, and even took the initiative to stretch out her hand to Jiang Qingyue.

Ying Long always felt that this scene was a bit weird, like an unscrupulous uncle abducting little Lori with a lollipop......

Wang Ping whispered to Jiang Qingyue: "Sixth son, I think it's no problem. ”

After all, if a person like Xia Yue has a bad intention, he can easily pinch him to death without the sixth prince doing it himself.

Jiang Qingyue hesitated for a moment, and then timidly held Xia Yue's hand: "That... Actually, I'm just eighty-seven years old this year, and you claim that your sister is older than me?"

The age of a cultivator has always been a mystery, and it must not be judged by appearance.

Xia Yue induced: "Then I don't call you brother, do I call you uncle?"

Old... Old man?

Jiang Qingyue showed an embarrassed but polite smile: "Why don't you call your brother?"

Wang Ping slapped his head with his hand, feeling that the sixth prince seemed to be easily abducted!

"By the way, brother," Xia Yue smiled in anticipation like a devil, "Your clothes are dirty, can my sister take you to buy new clothes?"

Ah, it's hard to choose.

Bunny girl, nurse uniform, lustful maid outfit, or something else?

Jiang Qingyue politely refused: "I have brought clothes to go out." ”

Xia Yue said earnestly: "But that's the style of clothing three thousand years ago, right? Don't you want to try modern clothes like your ancestors? It's beautiful." ”

When Jiang Qingyue heard the words "very beautiful", her eyes suddenly lit up: "Really?!"

Xia Yue saw that the prey was hooked, and hurriedly nodded: "Really!"

Jiang Qingyue lowered her head a little embarrassed: "But I don't have any money." ”

Xia Yue immediately touched his head, and pretended to be generous: "It's okay, my sister gave it to you." ”

Wang Ping saw a cold sweat, and had to remind: "Sixth son, you can't be easily bought by this little favor!"

Unfortunately, such persuasion is in vain.

Because Jiang Qingyue was so excited that she grabbed Wang Ping, almost dragging him and jumping onto Ying Long's back.

"Then let's go!"

......

Sword Shrine.

Sword Demon Duan Canghai took the Shadow Divine Sword first with the body of a remnant soul.

It turned out that his decision was absolutely correct, otherwise Su Ying would have fallen into the hands of Jiang Qingyue.

Tian Yuan Sword Pavilion's defenses were far weaker than he had imagined, and there was even no defense at all. Thinking that a major change had occurred, Duan Canghai was difficult to figure out, but he didn't care about it - anyway, Su Ying would have it.

It's just that Duan Canghai at this time did not have the ecstasy that Wang Ping expected, and even seemed extremely angry.

Because the Shadow Divine Sword in Duan Canghai's hand actually resisted him, and he even desperately wanted to go to someone's side.

"Why!"

"I, Duan Canghai, have coveted you for thousands of years, and now I finally got you, and you are not obedient to me!" Duan Canghai roared angrily, and gusts of wind swept through the entire sword mound.

In the past, Jiang Liuyun was hindered, and Duan Canghai finally died of hatred, and this matter became an indelible obsession in his heart: If Su Ying had Su Ying in hand back then, I would definitely be able to defeat Jiang Liuyun!

But today, he finally got the Suying, only to find that it didn't recognize him.

Who is it that can make Suying so persistent?

"I have enshrined you as if you were the most precious thing, but you will not keep it in my hands. That person doesn't know where he is, why are you obsessed with him!" Duan Canghai was very angry, and the killing intent and sword intent emanated, making Hong Xiaowei, who was hiding in the corner, only feel a piercing cold pain all over his body, as if his body was about to be shattered.

Hong Xiaowei clenched his teeth, and blood oozed from between his teeth, and small wounds appeared on his body, which also slowly oozing blood.

"Master, please refrain from it!" he had to say in a hurry.

The terrifying aura subsided, but Duan Canghai was still full of hatred and killing intent.

Hong Xiaowei suddenly felt ironic. The dignified sword demon Duan Canghai was like a licking dog in front of the Shadow Divine Sword. And the Shadow Excalibur is like a goddess that he can't obtain, and he wants to go to the side of a certain cold male god......

Thinking about it like this, he almost laughed out loud, but he didn't expect the Sword Demon to have such a ridiculous and desolate moment.

But Hong Xiaowei restrained himself, and he didn't even show the slightest expression on his face.

Because he was afraid.

"Hold it for me!" the sword demon let out a long roar and slapped his palm on the Shadow Excalibur.

Layers of chains of black light emerged, blocking the shadows in a sonorous sound. The vast and majestic power that hiberbated in it simply made Hong Xiaowei tremble.

The light of the shadow finally dimmed.

No matter how strong Su Ying is, it is a sword after all, and its autonomous consciousness is extremely limited.

Duan Canghai didn't need to be stronger than the Shadow Sword, as long as he could suppress its insignificant spiritual intelligence, it would be enough for it to settle down.

But even if you suppress this trace of wisdom, the power displayed in it is enough to make people feel frightened.

And seeing this scene, Hong Xiaowei finally realized.

The Sword Demon Duan Canghai is obviously not a weak remnant soul that will fall at any time.

This wisp of his soul is terrifyingly powerful, how can it fall so easily!

"So that means..."Hong Xiaowei suddenly felt cold all over his body, and seemed to understand something.

He trembled and looked at Duan Canghai in horror.

"Ahh Do you understand?" Duan Canghai showed a cruel smile and looked at Hong Xiaowei.

Hong Xiaowei was simply terrifying, and his body burst out with endless sword qi in a loud shout.

"Sneer—"

The space around him seemed to be divided, filled with phantoms of remnant swords, and filled with extremely terrifying destructive qi machines.

The mutilated body of the magic sword had already shown a terrifying power at this moment.

"Idiot," Duan Canghai sneered, "What the deity gave you can naturally be deprived of at any time!"

His words fell, and he didn't see any movement, but Hong Xiaowei suddenly showed extreme pain, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

The sword shadows around him suddenly collapsed, and he was horrified and said, "Why?!"

Duan Canghai said unhurriedly: "Ah, I forgot to tell you that among these remnant swords, each of them has a wisp of my sword qi lurking in it. With the kendo attainments of the deity comparable to the realm of the fairy sword, no matter how poor the cultivation is, it is easy to achieve this level. ”

"How can you detect your sword dao attainments in the realm of swordsmanship?"

Hong Xiaowei's face turned pale, and he finally realized a profound truth.

Emaciated camels are bigger than horses.