Chapter 972

The desert is full of smoke, and the sky is full of yellow sand.

The air seemed to have condensed into a block of ice, the world was desolate, and only the lonely cold wind whimpered.

"I want to drink with my heart, come here, I want my ancient dragon shield, come get it!" Ouyang Ming looked at Dong Ruyu's fallen body, and shouted in a cold voice.

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

Especially when his gaze caught sight of Dong Ruyu, he was terrified in his heart.

There was only one thought left in his mind: "In front of the Venerable, bombard and kill his heir head-on? Isn't this...too domineering?"

For a moment, he actually forgot to run away and just stood there in a daze.

It wasn't until Xiaolan moved that he regained his composure.

He slapped his thigh quickly, and said urgently, "Brother Yu, hurry up, I have a way to escape."

Before Ouyang Ming could answer, another voice rang out.

"Let's go? Today, none of you can get away!" Dong Chenyu finally arrived, with bursts of cold air radiating from his body.

He can't wait to peel off the skin of these two lowly human races in front of him, how can he just let them go away like this? With a step, Dong Ruyu was caught, and the palm was slightly collapsed from top to bottom, staring it round, and closing the eyes that were dying.

The voice was low and said: "Ruyu, don't worry, they will definitely let them pay with blood for their father!"

In his heart, there was a completely erupting volcano hidden. Someone actually killed his son in front of him. This was simply slapping him in the face. Every piece of scale armor stood up.

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

With a sliding step, his figure was like a bloody lightning, and he chased after him!

He Jian glanced back, with an eager look on his face, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Yu, you take Xiaolan away first, I will hold him back."

Ouyang Ming pondered for a while: "He is the Venerable, you can't stop him."

Hearing these words, a surge of sword intent erupted from He Jian's body, his face was full of arrogance: "I have a sword, although it is a broken formula, it has the power to leapfrog. Back then, with this move, With the body of a spirit, I will fight against the venerable, and escape." He paused, and then said: "But there is only one move, but it will consume all the spiritual energy in my dantian." These words are also for Ouyang before Ming was besieged by hundreds of blood dragons, and he did not use this sword to explain.

The fact is also the same, once this sword is cut, he will have no combat power.

He Jian's eyes turned, his throat moved, he hesitated, and his voice was hoarse: "Help me take good care of Xiaolan, she is a poor child. All of today's things have hit her too hard, but she was born in this world of a thief girl. , no one can do anything about it, and who can be alone?"

Ouyang Ming didn't know how to answer, so he took a deep look at He Jian, who was also a decisive and straightforward person, without any hesitation, nodded heavily, waved his sleeve, took Xiao Lan, turned into a long rainbow, and went away in an instant.

He Jian smiled brightly, and said: "Heaven did not give birth to Xu Aoran, the eternal sword is like a long night! Come to fight! Come to fight!"

Looking at Ouyang Ming's back,

Taking a deep breath, I don't know what to think.

The shadows of two blood swords were reflected in his eyes, and when he turned around, it was as if he had turned into an extremely sharp blood sword, which could pierce the sky and shatter the stars.

It was so bright that people couldn't move their eyes, and the long sword held in his right hand let out bursts of joyful sword sounds.

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

Fluttering in white clothes, with a dusty temperament, independent from the world, like a sword fairy who can cut mountains and seas.

At this moment, even Dong Chenyu felt a strong sense of crisis in his mind, as if if he was a little careless, life and death would disappear.

He only dared to watch Ouyang Ming's back go away, but did not dare to pursue him.

He had a feeling in the dark, if he exposed his back in front of this human race, he would definitely die!

As soon as this feeling came up, I was terrified in my heart. I thought to myself, this human monk is no more than the peak of the spirit, and he is so terrifying. How... How is this possible?

In the spiritual world, there is a saying that goes, those who do not become respectable will eventually become ants. Compared with the Venerable, the spirit is like the gravel and the stars. The distance between the two is the whole sky, which cannot be surpassed in a lifetime. But now, Dong Chenyu actually felt a strong crisis in He Jian. This was simply a fantasy, and he refused to believe it no matter what. However, the cautiousness in his temper made him choose not to pursue it.

After being stunned for a moment, he quickly calmed down, adjusted his breath, his breath sank, and he sat upright.

I saw him open his mouth and inhale suddenly, a dark and deep black hole suddenly appeared in the sky, sucking in all the spiritual energy within a hundred meters in an instant. It was compressed sharply in his chest and abdomen, turning into countless sharp little swords of spiritual energy, and when he exhaled suddenly, small swords of spiritual energy shot out from his mouth. Covering the sky and blocking out the sun, like falling snow pressing down on green pines, it is becoming more and more urgent. If it's just that, it's fine, there are countless hurricanes in the sky rising from the ground, wrapping around the small sword of spiritual energy, and rushing straight at He Jian, the sky and the earth roared and exploded.

He Jian's beard and hair were all white, and his sword intent was condensed and undisturbed. He drank a big gulp of wine, and his movements were free and easy. He threw the wine pot from the air, and gently 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 backwards, and then a big circle was shaken outward in vain.

The sword light is condensed, gathered but not scattered, without the majestic and earth-shattering awe-inspiring domineering, but with a kind of back-to-basics, adroit to simple astonishment.

At the same time, the body sank downwards, with a shocking arc drawn from the back, the center of gravity swayed in the body like mercury, every time he raised his hand, he could block a small aura sword, and he stepped back quickly, walking quickly , only defend but not attack.

But there are too many sharp small swords of spiritual energy, densely packed, like fine raindrops, penetrating into every hole.

Only a moment later, 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 scene, Dong Chenyu showed joy on his face, exhaled a breath of cold air, and thought in his heart, it's just the peak of the spirit, and I was too cautious. Thinking about it, there are very few spiritual beings who can make a move in the hands of the Venerable, let alone bring the Venerable's life and death crisis?

With no more scruples in his heart, every time he makes a shot, he opens and closes, and falls majesticly, setting off bursts of roar.

He Jian was even more miserable, he could only forcefully support it, and at the same time prepare for which sword to slash.

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

He lowered his body, flashed a few times, and landed in a black forest, surrounded by dead silence, only the sound of whimpering wind.

Xiaolan lay on his back, her eyes were a little dull. Just today, her parents died, and there was no harbor to escape from the sea breeze. The world in her heart collapsed, and there was only black and white.

Soon, Ouyang Ming found a small tree hole.

With a wave of the sleeve, countless streamer-like formations scattered out, and soon a defensive formation and a phantom formation were arranged. After pondering day and night for this period of time, his attainments in formations have become deeper and deeper, and he is not much weaker than refining equipment.

Walking into the tree hole, squatting down, with an extremely soft voice, said: "Xiao Lan, you stay here, I'll help Grandpa He, okay?"

Finally, Xiao Lan's eyes became brighter, her red face wrinkled together, she carefully pulled Ouyang Ming's cuff, and whispered: "I am afraid of the dark alone, there are monsters in the dark..." Her eyes showed fear, There is a loss of 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.

Ouyang Ming's face was bitter, and he was a little at a loss.

After thinking for a while, he took out many spirit stones and ignited them with the fire of the phoenix, and the inside of the tree hole was extremely bright.

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

"Really?" Xiaolan asked.

"real."

Xiao Lan hesitated for a moment, then loosened the corner of his clothes with her soft fingers.

Ou Yangming left, and what He Jian said before was as if he was explaining the funeral, which gave him a faint feeling of bad premonition, so he had no choice but to go. Moreover, as if he would miss something if he didn't go, this feeling was so wonderful that it was hard to describe it in words.

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

In the sky, He Jian's body was covered with fine sword marks, and blood dripped out.

He coughed heavily, covered his mouth with his hand, and his palm was extremely red when he put it down.

I secretly thought in my heart, I am old, I am old, my energy is blocked, I want to kill this sword, it took me so long to adjust.

Suddenly, a gleam of light came out of his eyes, like a knife like electricity.

With a shake of the arm, light shone on the long sword, and the tadpole-like runes flickered violently, shattered into countless black marks, and merged into the Qingfeng sword. The long sword turned into a ray of starlight, as if Contaminated with the power of ghosts and gods.

He Jianmu's gaze became sincere, as if he was on a pilgrimage, with a faint madness of hearing the Tao and dying in the evening.

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

Before the voice fell, a sword slashed out, and a majestic sword light shot up into the sky. The majestic sword energy swept all directions, as if it was about to tear the world into pieces, and an invisible sword energy rushed straight into the sky, trying to cut through nothingness. The sharpness is unparalleled, and all kinds of obstacles seem to be cut off by this sword.

This is an invincible trend piled up by countless victories and glory, nine days and ten places, there is no end

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

What is asked is the Tao, what is cut is the ultimate principle of heaven and earth, and the attachment to the Tao.

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

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

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