Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

The ground was shaking violently.

The evil spirit that had been used by Xi Yiming spread madly towards the sea.

From the direction where they disappeared, more rapid roars came.

The Gu cultivator who couldn't fly high was caught by the black dragon controlled by Zhong Changxu. Ji Peng lifted Bai Er who was holding the Ice Cicada Gu into the air so that he could free his hands to finish the job.

The Ice Cicada Gu is now just a huge cocoon, which gradually shrinks under the music and finally turns into a ruby ​​cicada shell.

There was a crack on the back, and white, gauze-like scales overflowed from it, constantly changing shape and then dispersing again.

Bai Er handed it to Yun Ci: "I gave you what you wanted. Yun Ci," he lowered his eyes and said, "Don't let me down."

Yun Ci thanked him in a low voice, looking at the receding water level and the gradually rising darkness in the sky: "With so much resentment pouring in, the demonic energy may be planning to erupt prematurely. But we are still short of two things."

Haidigume and Senlin, these two things are not something you can get just by saying so.

It's just that she can't figure it out.

"The demonic energy has erupted, and even the demons can't resist it. What are Xi Yiming and Feng Nantian planning?"

"The answer to their plan will soon be revealed." Xi Xingyuan next to him withdrew his gaze from the collapsed underground palace, "But now I really want to know... I didn't find any remaining array pattern of the love spell that Zhong Changxu mentioned just now."

A love spell like this one, which carries the curse of the laws of heaven and earth, will not disappear immediately no matter whether it is successfully planted or broken by Yun Ci.

Xi Xingyuan arrived not too late. Under normal circumstances, he should have been able to discover the remaining runes.

But it hasn't been found yet.

"The compassionate love spell is not on you..." Xi Xingyuan twisted his fingers, the wounds on them slowly healed, leaving only dried blood. He asked, "Then who could it be?"

"......" Yun Ci reacted and raised his eyes suddenly.

At this time, Zhong Changxu, who was standing on the black dragon's head, suddenly said, "Is that the Sword Master?!"

The mighty sword intent spread out as the man swung the sword, and the receding sea water stopped instantly.

That is the second move of Songming Sword Technique.

It is indeed the Sword Master Changning.

Huge waves were roaring and rushing in from the ends of the sky and earth. If they were not resolved here, both the human and demon worlds would be submerged by the sea before the devil's energy invaded them.

"Changning!" Yan Tu turned back with the sword in hand and said worriedly, "You have to hold on."

Although the man next to him was swinging his sword quite fast, the seal on his forehead seemed to have been stained with the blood from the corner of his mouth and turned scarlet.

The two of them headed towards Heju Mansion according to Ruan Wei's prediction.

Unexpectedly, before the answer was found, the rules of heaven and earth suddenly pushed a red light into Changning's body from nowhere.

It was also the addition of this red light that caused the already precarious sword bone...

The pressure to bear is getting greater and greater.

The emotions that arose in his heart made Chang Ning realize that this was the second love poison planted in his body.

"I'm fine." Chang Ning swallowed the blood in his throat. The pain of the broken sword bone made him sweat profusely. His face was still tense. "Hai Li can't rush to the shore."

The fear and sorrow of all living things in the world when they die will also help the devil's energy break through the seal.

"Yantu."

Changning swung the sword without hesitation.

“I actually already have the answer.”

The huge waves were overturned by the sword intent again and again, and then raised again and again.

Just like the repressed love poison in the body, it can always reignite at some point.

Changning knows his own situation best.

It was precisely because he knew it clearly that he asked Ruan Wei.

Ask yourself whether your death can bring an ending.

common people.

The weight of these two words is too heavy, and several generations of Quebecers have fallen because of them.

But without the people, the leader would not be the leader.

The sleeves, wet by the sea water, clung tightly to the arms, revealing the right hand holding the sword.

The complicated seal on it was extending towards his heart little by little.

"Your and my abilities cannot seal this vast ocean now, but there is one thing that can."

As if in response to his words, the huge wave rose again and quickly rushed towards the two people suspended in the air.

Yan Tu seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.

"I am the only one who can do this. The leader can have the next generation, but the human race cannot live without Kunlun Mountain." Chang Ning whispered, "Besides...if I sacrifice myself, the sword bone can also be put to good use in the end."

The sword in his hand sensed the intention of the sword master and emitted a dazzling light, declaring the oath of standing together in this way.

"Changning..."

What does Yan Tu want to say?

I think maybe the second way Ruan Wei mentioned really does exist.

But he felt that this was inappropriate.

Changning has his own pride and will not accept being forced to like someone.

Finally, Yan Tu held the sword in front of Chang Ning, looked at the faint golden seal on his forehead, and forced a smile:

"Junior brother," he said, "I have been half your senior brother for so long, how can I let my junior brother stand in front of me when something happens?"

Thinking back to the first time he saw the crying, dirty little child, Yan Tu showed a nostalgic look on his face.

Without using his own power to seal Xu Tong, the black curse pattern on Yan Tu's face had long since dissipated.

The palm of my hand is still as warm as it was when I led the little boy down the mountain.

"You think there are successors who are willing to die bravely, and so am I. This batch of disciples have all grown up very well, and Kunlun Mountain can continue without me."

“Each generation has its own mission.

"My junior brother wants to fight for the common people, so of course I have to support him."

"You don't have much sword bone left," Yan Tu held the sword beside him, and the spiritual power flowed into Chang Ning's body through his palm, "but if you add my cultivation, you can temporarily return to your heyday. Junior brother, this world will eventually be what we want."

As they wish, the world will be at peace.

Just as they expected, the Haiqing River Banquet.

The broken sword bone was still being repaired by spiritual power, and Chang Ning's originally dark eyes flashed with clarity: "Yan Tu, there is no need."

"It is necessary." Facing the approaching tsunami, Yan Tu lowered his eyes, "You can't suppress it for too long now. The four sects will have to fight over who will be the next one. I will choose before them, so that they won't use the same rhetoric to block me and prevent me from coming."

The spiritual power that maintained the pinched face was taken away, and Yan Tu seemed to have returned to his youth.

When talking about the past, his expression was full of youthful vigor:

"Junior brother, the reason I joined the sect is that I want to be a peerless hero."

The whistling sound of the sword drowned out the roar of the rushing waves.

A crack appeared between the dark sky and earth, revealing a streak of rainbow light.

Yan Tu, who was talking about his dream, suddenly felt someone kicking him from behind.

The kick was so merciless that even Chang Ning was unable to dodge it and fell to the ground.

"A bunch of idiots think they are so awesome and want to sacrifice their lives for the cause. What can you do with your little cultivation?"

A careless voice came from above.

Yan Tu looked up.

The man's white hair fluttered as he swung his sword with a move that could break everything cleanly and neatly. He slashed the sword at the huge waves that covered the sky and actually pulled them up from the ground and threw them towards the sea cliff.

Move mountains and fill the sea.

This move is amazing enough.

In the heavy rain, the figure who split the waves turned around. Although there was a veil in front of his eyes, he seemed to still be able to feel her scanning gaze:

"Hey, two little sword cultivators, how did you end up in such a mess?"

Xue Zhongzhan held the sword and hit Yan Tu on the head.

"Still want to be a hero? Sorry, I've taken away your chance."

Yan Tu: “…”???