Airborne Wedding Site [Quick Transmigration]

There was no wave in his pitch-black eyes, Yue Qifei turned his head when he heard the sound, and raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his cheek: "Ning Shuyun."

Although the previous sword had the advantage of being unexpected, but in today's incomplete arena, there are very few masters who can hurt him.

The treetops swayed slightly, making a rustling sound, like a young man in white who came riding the wind tapped his toes, and used his light skills as calmly as walking in a garden. The man in the blue shirt looked up at that beautiful face , a heart suspended high instantly fell back to its original position.

——As long as Ning Shuyun still has the strength to promote CG, it is impossible for him to lose to Yue Qifei, a junior in name.

"Om."

It is said that the magic soldier is psychic, as if he sensed some familiar aura, the long sword hanging on Yue Qifei's waist suddenly let out a pleasant humming, and Huo Huai, who was worried about his partner, followed closely, without any distress His epee that was used as a hidden weapon: "Is it Qieyu?"

"Yeah." Because he inherited all the settings from the original owner, Chi Hui could still feel a subtle connection even though he hadn't actually touched the long sword.

The right hand was clenched loosely unnaturally, and the young man in white raised his eyebrows, suddenly becoming a little interested in this plot.

As the protagonist of this fight, a young man named Di Tu sat silently on his horse, without showing any kindness to any party. He looked at Hongye Villa not far away with complicated eyes, as if that was his only hope.

Relying on the young man in white to back him up, the blue-clothed man Hengjian protected Di Tu behind him: "Senior Yue embraces..."

Before the words of refusal were finished, the always reticent Yue Guzhu attacked without warning. He didn't use the gorgeous long sword that had recognized the old master, but put his fingers together and condensed around the surroundings like a bug. There were streaks of cold sword energy.

Teeth chattering in vain: ... so "Xia Ke Jiang Hu" is a game for cultivating immortals?

This kind of skill is too super classy!

At any rate, he is also the number one expert on the player rankings. With Huo Huai's vision, he can naturally see the principle. It is similar to Shu Yun's previous move of flying flowers and picking leaves. Using gasification and swords to move with his heart, this Yue Qifei's understanding of martial arts It is also not low.

Surrounded by Yue Qifei's murderous intent, the man in green shirt had no time to think about it. Knowing that the scene in front of him was just a hallucination influenced by psychological effects, he still felt that he was being watched by poisonous snakes ready to attack.

Those tall snake pupils are mechanically cold, just as calm and ruthless as their masters.

"Wake up."

The tongue burst into spring thunder, and the young man in white opened his lips and gave a soft reprimand, which immediately brought the man in green back from his fear. With a few delicate leaves that were falling with the wind between his fingers, he swung the several sharp swords with ease. The air is all broken up.

Falling into the perspective of the guest in green shirts, those majestic and majestic patterned pythons were all nailed seven inches by a small leaf.

Unfavorable, Yue Qifei's expression was complete but not angry, he raised his hand to press the sword on his waist, he turned around, and his tone suddenly became meaningful: "The hero is late, the beauty is withered..."

"Ning Shuyun, you are getting old."

Chi Hui, who was wondering whether he was considered an old cow eating young grass: you put P!

Young Master, I will always be 18!

"With such a soft and tricky attack, it seems that your internal strength is really low." Hearing dozens of messy footsteps rushing towards from the woods, Yue Qifei did not retreat but raised his voice on purpose, "It's been a long time I heard that there is no cure for the heart-biting Gu, so why do you put your hopes on a junior."

"Or is it that Qiushuang Qiyu, who was majestic and majestic back then, has long been immersed in the gentleness and cannot extricate herself?"

"Noisy," the battle between masters at the same level often pays attention to qi and will to fight secretly. Knowing that the opponent's uncharacteristically talkative is just to shake his mind, the young man in white leans forward with his toes, "How about indulging? What about not indulging?"

"Hitting you is hitting you."

"Sword come!"

Following the young man's stern shout that rarely lost his smile, Bai Baibai, who was acting as the background board, was shocked, and subconsciously threw the saber in his hand into the air. ", was also forcibly pulled out from the gilded scabbard by Yue Qifei.

Without the flawlessness of Bailu Qiushuang, nor the magnificence of the sky, the snow-white sword body seems to be covered by gray mist. This legendary magic weapon can still break its hair, but its breath is as lifeless as an old man.

[Why does it feel like this Yue Guzhu is like a scumbag who forced Huang Hua's daughter...]

[Too much deception!We, Ning Mei, are still wounded! ]

[My God, Baibai Baibai's sword is just a good product, I'm so worried that it will break if I hit it. ]

Perhaps it was God's will in the dark, just at the moment when this recent conversation appeared, the good-quality sword in Chi Hui's hand, which had withstood dozens of confrontations, cracked all over with a click, unable to withstand the powerful blessing of the young man's inner strength, it was very Soon it turned into powder like those leaves before.

Dust fell from the palm of his hand, and before the white-clothed young man with the corners of his robe fluttering could say anything, the green-clothed man who led Di Tu and his companions out of the battle circle raised his light sword and threw it to the opponent: "Senior Ning!"

Huo Huai, who only has an epee in his bag: ...

Knowing that the situation is critical at this time, the black-clothed swordsman silently suppressed the jealousy on the back of his tongue, and instead arranged for the players to protect Ditu, who is related to the youth's detoxification. After hearing the news of Yue Qifei's appearance, he hurried over.

This is a contest without fairness.

Even though the young man in white is extremely talented, he has been dormant for many years with the poison in his body, and the magical weapons he used to have are no longer available to him. If Yue Qifei decides to fight to the death, the two of them will surely lose.

——This is the situation Zhengdao wants to see the most when he comes here.

Ning Shuyun is both good and evil, and Yue Qifei treats all beings as worthless. Today's martial arts does not need one family to dominate. If the scene of 12 years ago can be repeated, the right way will definitely prevail in the next 30 years.

"Amitabha," signaled the disciples in the temple to stop those weird knights who were ready to move, and the bald NPC standing in the front put his hands together, and recited the Buddha's name kindly, "This competition is a private matter between Ning Shizhu and Yue Shizhu. It's better not to meddle lightly."

"Master Liao Kong is right," an imperceptible unbearable flashed in his eyes, and the beautiful woman with the Emei thorns in her sleeves finally nodded in agreement, "These two people's martial arts realm is too high, if you go to help, it will be just Send to death."

to death?

The last thing we players are afraid of is death, okay?

Pretending to be honestly hiding in the sect team, Lime Mint, who studied under Emei, instantly "rebelled": [Huo Shen!Brother Huo!They are going to give up sister-in-law! ]

The rest of the players weren't stupid either. As soon as the two NPCs finished speaking, they felt something was wrong——

[Sit back and reap the benefits of the fisherman, this is really a good plan. ]

[I bother!There is no good thing in the righteous way and the evil way! ]

[But Ning Meiren didn't release the task at all, so could it be that this is actually a plot kill? ]

"when!"

The weapon in his hand broke open again due to the collision of sword blades. Chi Huifeng, who was restricted by the mastermind in a 1V1 duel, narrowed his eyes, and sneered at his own system: [0527, don't help me block the pain. 】

In this 100% realistic game world, he needs all his senses as feedback.

Unhappy with the feeling of being crushed and beaten by his opponent with his own things, the young man in white closed his eyes and released all the internal force that suppressed the Gu insects, allowing his heart to be filled with bone-eroding pain.

"puff."

Flying back and spitting out a mouthful of blood, the black-haired young man's white clothes, which had never been stained with dust, suddenly blossomed into red plum blossoms. However, before the player and NPC could react, they were surprised to find that the energy around the other party was rising rapidly.

The sword energy soared to the sky, and the sky and the earth turned pale.

At this moment, no matter if it was a player or an NPC, no matter if it was a master or a novice, no matter if it was the Demon Cult who had just rushed to the scene, or the Righteous Way who was watching from the sidelines, they all couldn't help being shocked back three steps by the young man;

At this moment, all the sharp weapons that can be called swords are singing happily, like swallows returning to their nests, and like birds flying toward the young man's embrace;

But how can these alone be enough?At this moment, every withered flower and leaf on Hongye Mountain seemed to turn into a sword light, gathering towards the young man gently but full of murderous intent.

"Wanjian Guizong..." He muttered to himself dreamily, Monk Liaokong's eyes were lost, and he had already forgotten how many years he hadn't seen such legendary moves.

Even with a sharp weapon in his hand, Yue Qifei, who was only wearing civilian clothes, couldn't stop the tens of thousands of slashes. The right hand holding the sword was numb from the endless attacks. He relaxed a little, and the seemingly docile and docile sword With a "buzz" sound, the snow-white long sword with its scabbard galloped towards the young man.

"good."

Mingzhu Quchen, the young man in white with blood on the corner of his mouth stretched his brows, held the hilt of his sword, and pointed forward lightly——

"kill."

As soon as one sword is released, ten thousand swords are sent out together.

Even if Yue Qifei had great abilities, he couldn't escape the net full of murderous intentions. In just a moment, the boss who had been level 120 in the eyes of the players before fell to the ground with a crash, and was stabbed with countless holes.

The flowers and leaves that had lost the support of internal strength returned to softness, whirled leisurely and fell on the corpse. Looking coldly at the colorful tomb, the shocked young man raised his sword and turned around. His white clothes had already been stained red with blood.

[That... didn't you say that Ning Mei hates seeing blood? ] Looking at the tragic scene in front of him that even the mosaics couldn't stop, Yulinling turned on the World Channel tremblingly.

As if he could see through the player's thoughts, the young man in "red clothes" glanced at the player expressionlessly: "Because I'm not happy."

The boss of the demons who died just after arriving: ...

Help!They don't want to be turned into hedgehogs by the other party to vent their anger!

However, the mastermind obviously did not intend to embarrass the players of the evil way this time. Under the gloating gaze of the players of the righteous way, the young man in white slowly walked up to the group of dodging righteous people, and thrust his sword into the ground like cutting tofu: "Didn't you want to?" Am I dead?"

"Then let's go together."