How many times the group portrait is spring

"My lord, when will it be your turn to bully you?" In the majestic rain, someone came out from the black twist. He was wearing a black robe with a golden crown on his temples. Gold embroidery.

The ghost-masked man in black who followed him just surrendered.

Such an aura of supremacy can only be attributed to Yanzhi, the master of the Eastern Realm.

As soon as he came, no matter how noisy the wind, the wind and the thunder, the world would make way for him, and all the voices of people would be extinguished under all the noise.

"It's your blessing that the lord of this seat sees you cultivators. I don't know what to do if you don't give it to me." The corners of Yan Zhi's lips raised slightly, and when the golden light in his palm dissipated, everyone with a radius of tens of feet around Yan Huai was knocked into the air. He went out, "It would be too flattering to say that I am going to destroy you in the east."

"Let's not talk about the Hengshan Sword Sect, my Thousand Eagle Palace has crushed you, how dare you say anything."

"If I say no." Jing Rong, who was deliberately ignored by Yan Zhi, answered.

"Yo, Master." Yan Zhi smiled, "Long time no see."

"Shut up." Jing Rong trembled, "I'm not your master."

"Oh, that's fine." Yan Zhi didn't care much about Jing Rong's attitude, but changed his tone and said, "Then let me call you, Xuantian Sect Sect Master, Taoist Rong Xie?"

"Since you dare to come to the southern border to make trouble, are you prepared that you won't be able to go back?" Jing Rong didn't look at him, and the light golden streamer that was not weaker than Yanzhi lit up the dark sky when the hand was turned.

"Do you want to fight?" Yan Zhi shook the sword in his hand, pointing the tip of the sword at Ning Qing who was dying on the stage, "But your junior brother is dying, I don't mind, do you mind?"

"Oh, by the way, and, so many of your colleagues are still poisoned." Yan Zhi flicked his sleeves, and gave Jing Rong a malicious smile, "How about we take a bet and fight?" , which side has more serious damage?"

"You..." This is basically taking advantage of his weakness, Jing Rong took a low breath, and the golden light covered the monks who were injured by Yanzhi, "Leave quickly, if you dare to commit another crime, I will not forgive you lightly. "

"If you insist on protecting your so-called colleagues like this, there will eventually be a battle between you and me." Yan Zhi hooked Jing Rong's Ling Xiao sword on one side as if playing, and then withdrew his hand before Jing Rong got angry, very jokingly Leave the last sentence before leaving, "I'll wait for you, Master."

As soon as they left, the rain cleared away, leaving only corpses and broken bodies.

Jing Rong supported the hilt of Ling Xiaojian, and felt a little dizzy for a while, he should have known it a long time ago, he should have known that Zhe Lan admired Yan Huai so much, how could he suddenly agree to marry someone else.

The great joy turned into a great mourning, but in a short time, Hengshan Sword Sect was wiped out, and there was a demon cultivator in the world, and many monks' blood was splashed on the spot. This world is really going to be chaotic.

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Ning Qing lost his breath when he left Mount Heng, but Yan Huai refused to let go.

He was still wearing a bright red wedding dress, lost his hair crown, and the three thousand black hair fell down like this, letting Yan Huai hug him like this, and walked out step by step.

He said that he wanted to marry him, and the only person he wanted to marry in his life was Yan Huai.

Yan Huai's black body also faded to red, and the redness of the two sides blended together, making him feel desolate for no reason.

No one has ever seen Yan Huai like this, the night is clear and the moon is cool and thin, illuminating the long road, but he still has to describe his face without the slightest emotion.

In fact, Ning Qing is very light and thin, so she won't feel tired while holding her like this.

Yan Huai unconsciously lowered his gaze, he seemed to remember that every time Ning Qing came towards him, he always ran, for fear of missing any time spent with him.

When Ning Qing smiled, she was focused and gentle, as if she only had room for him in her heart, and when she blocked every injury for him, she was also determined.

It was he who kept pushing people out, to the point where it was unbearable.

The person in his arms still had warmth, but lost his vitality; Yan Huai finally stopped, gently supported Ning Qing to lean on his shoulder, and lowered his head to kiss the hypothermic lips.

"I'm here to marry you."