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Qingxu Zhenren's face was ugly, but it was more of a kind of killing, which was not only manifested in his eyes that were as cold as the wind, but also in the long sword in his hand.

Xu Lin didn't look at the master's sword, but gave another salute: "Master, don't come to harm." ”

It doesn't seem to get any harsher than this.

When Xu Lin slashed the dragon and snake on Kunlun Mountain and rebelled out of the door, he seemed to have become a joke in Kunlun Gate, but he didn't want to think like this, and he didn't think like this, because he felt that he had a clear conscience.

And what is ashamed is for the old thirteen, and the boss Mingyuan!

Why didn't a sword kill him in the first place?

Just at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, just after he was seriously injured, as a master, why didn't he try his best to kill this evil animal, so that Mingyuan and Wang Dazhu died in the hands of this son?

Completely different, it was Xu Lin who was standing opposite, and there was no longer his former master in his eyes at the moment, but in the distance, hidden under a heavy mist, like a landscape painting, there seemed to be a place he wanted to go.

Lu Jiaorong rose into the air without hurry, and her eyes were rippling in the Mid-Autumn Festival. A touch of blush climbed on his slightly pale face, and when the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, he muttered, "Very interesting?" She was looking at her man with his back to his master, until she saw that person raise his long sword and stab his hand, from beginning to end, Lu Jiaorong did not say a word.

"Flowers!" Xu Lin's smile was like a flower.

"There's a guest!" the demon lord got up.

"Is there a wicked guest who deceives the door?" the demon lord looked disdainful!

Looking at the mist in the air dissipating, looking at the glow that broke through the fog, the demon lord couldn't help sneering and said: "It's really a generation of talents, a generation of new people for the old!"

"The vicissitudes of life, in this heaven and earth, has the demon lord ever seen something that remains unchanged for eternity?"

When the words fell, I saw that the glow was overflowing like water, and it was like a lotus blooming, and one of the figures was isolated among them, who was it not a Qinghong real person?

The demon lord looked up, as if looking at Qinghong Zhenren, but not at him, but behind him.

Qinghong Zhenren couldn't help but be secretly angry, but he smiled faintly on his lips: "Seeing things and thinking about people, but it's not used here!"

This nonsensical sentence looks plausible, and only the two people in the world know best, Lu Zhennan, who is standing in Qinghong Zhenren, has already frowned at this time, and wants to speak out, but in the face of the number one demon cultivator today, even if he is known as the number one sword among monks, he does not dare to speak out easily.

"Xuande Ancestor is dead, the Ghost Emperor can't even do ghosts, and there is only the Demon Lord's sky-breaking sword in this world, which may be passed down as a good story in the future, and this seat, hehe sneered, and the Demon Lord's gaze finally fell on the face of Qinghong Zhenren this time. ”

Qinghong Zhenren also did not take the conversation, but waved his hand, and several sect masters behind him stood in the rank of seven stars, and the various magic weapons in their hands had been steaming out of various colors, and this hall was suddenly illuminated.

The demon lord was not afraid, got up and stepped forward, as if ascending to the sky, as if he was in the world.

The sword intent in the valley is vertical and horizontal, and the two clans of the demons who are fighting nearby do not dare to approach this place in the slightest, a white shadow is graceful like a fairy flying into the sky, and the ice-colored lotus flowers beside him bloom, and the light smoke rises above the lotus, and the vertical and horizontal hundreds of parts are entangled like a line, wrapping a rainbow shadow in it, and cannot come out.

Xu Lin looked at the familiar face, and then at her fair face, every gesture seemed to be able to evoke his dusty memory, although it seemed to be embarrassed, every time he was able to avoid the light smoke, but Xu Lin's face always had a smile.

"Senior Sister's sword, is this already the case?" Dodging the light smoke sword intent like a secret net again, Xu Lin laughed and spoke again.

Ming Ru was neither speechless nor annoyed, his face was as indifferent, and the ice lotus sword intent in his hand swayed like rain again, as if it was drizzling, like fog, and when it fell lightly like a picture, the four ice lotus flowers guarding his side suddenly spun and flew, causing a buzzing sound in the air to suddenly sound.

Before the smile on Xu Lin's face was put away, a crashing sound was like a thundercloud exploding, and it came suddenly, and when Xu Lin's figure trembled for a while, even his body also stopped, and the dense light smoke like a network cable suddenly came, and when he saw that it was about to fall on Xu Lin, he heard a soft sigh: "Senior brother, senior sister has been thinking about you!"

Four explosions in succession were like thunder, as if the entire valley was about to explode down, and the light smoke densely woven like a net covered the entire body of Xu Lin, and then it was like a thin thread from all over Xu Lin's body, and before the smile on Xu Lin's face could be contained, a drop of blood fell from his pale forehead, but it was so slow.

Mingru's sword has never stopped, even if Xu Lin has been broken into thousands of pieces, but she knows that her sword can't stop, and she doesn't dare to stop.

So the four lotus flowers spun like flying, as if they were spinning faster than just now, and they could hardly see the original appearance of the lotus, only the four silver light bands around Xu Lin's body, constantly stirring and entangled, until the drop of blood that was about to fall was frozen on Xu Lin's face, Ming Rucai said again: "I'll take you home!"

At this moment, the valley seemed to become quiet, even though the four ice lotuses were still spinning like flying, implicating the thin threads of everything around them, Xu Lin's body was frozen in mid-air, and the faintly visible thousands of wounds were densely intertwined on his face, and Xu Lin himself was even more like a humanoid puppet that had been put together, standing motionless in mid-air.

Mingru didn't get close to Xu Lin, just watched from a distance, the little junior brother under him, looking at his familiar face, looking at his familiar bad smile, looking at everything about him, although it was close at hand, it seemed to be unreal from the end of the world.

Because of this boundless feeling, Mingru frowned for the first time, she looked at him and stared at him intently, is it "affectionate"?

And also in the valley, although the face of Qingxu Zhenren was not shocked, but in the flow of his eyes, there was a faint hint of deep vigilance, because he saw that she was laughing, not her, but her in front of her, the one who could turn his back on the entire sect because of him, Lu Jiaorong.

It didn't take too long, just breathe in and out, the person who had been frozen in mid-air, suddenly made a clear breaking sound on his body, like the sound of porcelain breaking, and like the light sound of crystal breaking, it was just such a simple inaudible sound, but the two people present were all shocked, even if their expressions were still the same, their hearts were like stormy waves, and only she was laughing, she looked at him, her eyes never left, because in her heart, there has always been a question, if at this moment, he is really broken like dust, what kind of scene will his state of mind be, some expectations, and some fears, and it is this kind of unknown that makes Lu Jiaorong look forward to the scene after the vision in front of her, what about it?

Until that light sigh, and then a sneer, when these two sounds entered his ears, Lu Jiaorong's heart seemed to be a little sad, but there was some inexplicable excitement.

It's sad that he's not dead, and I'm excited that he's still alive.

The bright red color like a flame, the fiery temperature like hot magma, scattered in mid-air at the same time, and Xu Lin's figure was no longer seen, but a gust of wind blew, swept away Mingru's four lotus flowers that were still spinning like flying, and blew away the dense sword intent light smoke in the valley, only the person in the distance was still fluttering like a fairy, but her face was cold, but she heard a voice in her ear: "Senior sister, how is it?"