Fantasy: In the script of life, I am actually a supporting role?

Leng Yuan's body exploded like a meteor, and a powerful force 'exploded' from her body and attached to the long sword.

The long sword stabbed out like a moment of shock, colorful and amazing.

Click!

Before the long sword arrived, the sword energy came first, but the ground under Yin Wubut's feet was under the pressure of the sword energy, and a thick, large, crack appeared. After a few seconds, the crack began to spread like a spider web.

Wherever the cracks pass, all the flowers, plants and trees are poured into the cracks.

Seeing this, Yin Wu didn't dare to be careless. He pinched his hands quickly, and the air of death was continuously integrated into the folding fan in his hand.

Peng!
The long sword in Leng Yuan's hand collided with Yin Wujie's folding fan, and the two breaths of death confronted each other like two fierce tigers.

"Leng Yuan, you don't think that you are the only one who has reached the Divine Mansion Realm, do you, let me tell you!"

Yin Wu sneered, and squeezed the Yin Jue with his hands again, and the mighty air of death gushed out from his body again and poured into the folding fan.

Although the Shenfu opened by Yin Wu is only a purple Shenfu, but he opened the Shenfu a few days earlier than Leng Yuan, so his foundation is much more solid than Leng Yuan.

That's why he was so calm and calm when facing Shang Leng Yuan.

A large amount of death air slowly condensed on the folding fan, forming a beautiful chrysanthemum.

The chrysanthemum blooms slowly, and a terrifying energy fluctuation slowly spreads along with the bloom of the chrysanthemum.

brush! ... Swish!

When the chrysanthemum fully bloomed, countless chrysanthemum petals shot towards Leng Yuan.

not good!

Leng Yuan looked at the petals bursting towards her, and she quickly turned back, shaking the long sword in her hand, and a lot of death air poured into the long sword.

At the same time, a formation slowly formed behind her, the formation was running, and the air of death condensed to form countless long swords.

"Thousand swords kill!"

Along with the long sword in Leng Yuan's hand, countless long swords burst out and collided with the chrysanthemum petals.

Boom boom boom!
With the sound of strong explosions, the space of one world began to vibrate.

"Go back!"

The aftermath of the explosion spread in all directions.

The disciples of the Yin family around felt the aftermath of the terrifying energy and immediately retreated tens of meters.

"Brother, who is stronger and who is weaker between our young master and Leng Yuan?"

Looking at the battlefield not far away, some Yin family disciples became curious.

"No matter who is strong and who is weak, do you want our young master to be defeated?"

"If the young master is defeated, then we will be the ones who die next!"

The Yin family disciple who was questioned gave the other disciples around him a blank look.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

In mid-air, the two kept fighting.

"Leng Yuan, I didn't expect you to be able to open up a golden shrine. It seems that I underestimated you, but it doesn't matter, I will decide your life!"

Yin Wu said in his neither male nor female voice.

"You are really disgusting!"

Leng Yuan and Yin Wu opened a distance, and slashed out with a sword, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal.

"Hehe, flashy, Leng Yuan, if you have comprehended the 'Sword Intent', I may not be your opponent now, but you have not comprehended the Sword Intent now, so you are not my opponent at all."

Yin Wujie waved the folding fan in his hand, and a wind blade and sword energy collided with each other.

"Next, I'll let you try my latest move!"

Yin Wu took out a scroll and unfolded it.

He bit the index finger of his right hand lightly, and a drop of dark green blood dripped on the scroll.

The blood spread rapidly, covering the entire scroll.

When the dark green blood spread to the entire scroll, black gas continued to emerge from the scroll.

The black gas spread extremely quickly, instantly covering Leng Yuan's body.

"Leng Yuan, you should have a good taste of the power of my baby cry."

Yin Wu looked at Leng Yuan who was enveloped in black air, and he laughed 'Jie Jie'.

This ghost baby weeps, but he obtained a low-level martial art at a Fuyuan treasure land in this upside-down mountain. The most important feature is that it can attack people mentally.

Hey!
The sound of a child crying kept ringing in the ears of Leng Yuan, who was shrouded in darkness.

Following this, the dark breath slowly condensed, forming a giant baby that slowly opened its eyes, staring at Leng Yuan with a gloomy look, and at the same time, its mouth kept making 'beeping' sounds.

"not good!"

As the baby's crying came into Leng Yuan's ears, Leng Yuan felt that her eyes gradually became blurred.

At the same time, her head was swollen. This feeling is like a rubber ball is obviously not short of air, but you still have to inflate it hard to make it more inflated.

Suddenly, two rays of light appeared in the giant baby's eyes, shooting towards Leng Yuan.

Leng Yuan waved her sword to resist, but before she knew it, her movements slowed down.

Zi~!

puff!

Although Leng Yuan resisted one ray of light, another ray of light directly penetrated her right shoulder.

Dark green blood continued to flow out of the blood hole on Leng Yuan's shoulder, and her breath began to become weak.

"Teacher, this giant baby can attack people mentally. I will use my soul power to protect your spiritual power. You need to defeat this giant baby as soon as possible, you know?"

The female voice in Leng Yuan's ring sounded.

Hearing this, Leng Yuan nodded, "I know Teacher."

The next moment, the giant baby slapped Leng Yuan slowly.

Leng Yuan wanted to dodge, but found that the space around her was imprisoned, making it impossible to dodge at all.

Helpless, Leng Yuan could only bear it.

She discarded the long sword in her hand, bit the tip of her tongue, a small stream of blood spurted out, and her hands quickly formed seals.

Essence and blood are constantly fused with the air of death.

The two combine to form a mana hand.

This is exactly the treasure of death yin that Leng Yuan once obtained from the ruins.

Rumble!
The giant baby's palm collided with the Death Yin treasure, making a deafening sound.

In an instant, the entire sky seemed to collapse, and the space continued to collapse.

"Hehe, Leng Yuan, although your martial skill is strong, how much of your strength can you display?"

Watching Leng Yuan make the last resistance, Yin Wujie's insidious laughter sounded, he squeezed out another drop of blood, and threw it at the giant baby.

Irrigated by Yin Wuque's blood, the giant baby's body became more solid, and the black gas on its palm also became more vigorous.

Peng!
The Death Yin Treasure Art was instantly shattered by the giant infant, and its giant shot directly at Leng Yuan.

"Disciple!"

Seeing that Leng Yuan was in danger, the soul body in the ring wanted to possess her to rescue her, but she had already consumed a lot of soul power since building the defensive formation, so she couldn't save Leng Yuan at all.

"This time, is it really doomed?"

Seeing this, Leng Yuan closed her eyes unwillingly, she still has a lot of unfinished business, she still wants to protect Leng's family!

"Even if there is no Leng Yuan, as long as there is Leng Lianyi, brother Wang Teng's plan will not be destroyed."

Yin Wu stared at Leng Yuan with cold eyes.

As for Leng Yuan, he already had the determination to kill her.

However, at this moment, a voice came from the distant sky.

"Leng Yuan, did this little difficulty knock you down?"