How many times the group portrait is spring

Early spring in the east is still cold, but there is spring.

Since Yan Huai left, Ning Qing spent most of his time meditating and cultivating. Sometimes when he went out, there was always Rong Si following him with his sword in his arms. The distance was neither far nor close, and there were few conversations.

Ning Qing is gentle and elegant to the core, even though he is dressed in black, it does not conceal his elegance.

Ning Qing looked at the morning light scattered in the courtyard, and the occasional breeze carried the chill of early spring, he asked unconsciously: "Where Yan Huai goes, will he be cold?"

"No." Rong Si answered him, the Fu Jun has now entered the Nascent Soul, and the cold and heat have long been invincible.

"That's good." Ning Qing seemed to heave a sigh of relief. When the familiar throbbing pain hit his chest, he swayed slightly and stood upright. Since he woke up, he has been uncomfortable, drowsy, and fainted occasionally.

Fortunately, Yan Huai's embrace was warm enough to suppress his uneasiness.

For the rest of his life, his only wish is to stay with Yan Huai day and night.

The person he is thinking about is also facing the morning light, but it is thousands of miles away, the sky is overcast, his cloak is heavy, and the tens of thousands of troops behind him block the way of Xuantianzong disciples.

When the two armies meet, the eastern border's army is more imposing, and a thunderstorm is about to come under the gloomy sky. When the leader's hoodie falls, his long hair also loosens. A finger of silk covers his eyes, but does not hide the blue mark on his forehead.

Seeing his knuckles slightly bent, the flute whirled in his hands, the faint blue magic power seemed to cover the sky and the sun, and the whirling flute, which had been magnified countless times, suddenly pressed down when his fingertips were slightly bent, which was consistent with the sudden change. The myriad of clouds surged against each other, drawing a huge crack on the flat ground.

"Demon... Demon Monarch..." The outpost disciple swallowed, grabbing his sword and barely being knocked to the ground by this spiritual force.

Nan Siyuan, who was also the leader, raised his hand to cover the incoming wind and sand, and when he squinted his eyelids, he fixedly looked at the rumored royal family of the demon veins, and said word by word: "Devil Lord Yan Huai."

Yan Huai seemed to be aware of it, so he just paused in place, allowing the red and black double guardians to attack from his side, tens of thousands of demons confronted each other on the two sides of the boundary line he had just drawn.

Nan Siyuan got off his horse and walked forward, looked carefully at the leaders of the Eastern Territory, and said with a leisurely smile: "I don't know, the demons will have a day when they are willing to be ministers."

The Dharma Guardians of the Eastern Realm are Su Mei and Lou Yu of the Demon Clan. Hearing Nan Siyuan's words, he was not annoyed.

Yan Huai didn't want to talk too much, he folded his hands to put away the flute, and let Liuguang pass through the sky, and every word full of magic power spread into the ears of everyone present.

"Those who cross the border will be killed without mercy."

A big war needs a trigger point, and neither side wants to be that trigger point themselves.

Compared with the anxious battle in the southern border and the bloody battles of the monks, the eastern border is more like a dormant beast on both sides, watching the opportunity at any time, waiting to deal a fatal blow to the opponent; or, waiting for a huge turning point outside the eastern border.

Within Yan Huai's lower boundary, there are many monsters with strange shapes, some as huge as mountains, or bloody mouths like rivers, and pairs of cold and sharp pupils are staring at their monks' camps, like hunters and prey. No more.

Many disciples have not yet fought, and their psychological defenses have collapsed a lot. These monsters are big monsters who escaped from the Demon Locking Tower, and they were born and bred under the protection of the Demon Locking Tower and the defense lines of various realms. people.

They didn't even have many fights with the weak monsters, but now they have to fight against the fierce monsters who have cultivated for thousands of years.

Ning Jiuchen walked side by side with Nan Siyuan. From time to time, he looked at the monsters who were staring at him, and then he looked away and said, "It's bad for my Jianzong's face to be at odds with the monsters like this."

"Is there any loss or loss? It is true that I am weak in the world of cultivation. In the current situation, it is good to defend or not to attack." Nan Siyuan smiled very lightly. He was not very satisfied that his partner was Ning Jiuchen, Ning Jiu Chen is too dull for him, and it is good to use it in fashion, but not if it is an ally.

However, Ning Jiuchen still has something to offer. For example, he is Ning Qing's elder brother, and it is not impossible to use him to fight against the general if necessary.

"Blindly shrunk, even if you hold the boundary, you can't hold the world." Ning Jiuchen's expression did not ease at all, and the repair world is now split into two factions, one is the main attack, the other is the defense, and Ning Jiuchen is the main attack. faction, it can be said that there are very few supporters.

Nan Siyuan belongs to Jing Rong's faction, and the two are parallel to restrain each other, and neither side is too inclined.

"Take one step at a time, Elder Jiuchen doesn't need to worry too much." Nan Siyuan's smile never faded, he still looked at the demons outside the boundary without any fear.

The demons have many beautiful human forms, and Yan Huai, a human-devil hybrid, is the best representative. Nowadays, the demons from various domains mostly show themselves in prototypes. I really hate their human race.

However, Yan Huai, the lord of a human-devil hybrid, has no real identity at all, so he has become one of the few demons in the demon clan who show his body to others.

"The demons are so ugly, why don't you worry too much." Ning Jiuchen frowned and looked from a distance. The news of the reappearance of the demon king has already spread. If the demon king ascends the throne, it will not be a good thing for them to cultivate the world .

With the Demon Lord, the scattered demons in this world will have a cohesion point, and the power of the scattered forces twisted into one is not something they can bear.

"Let me do this kind of thing." Nan Siyuan turned over a bamboo flute in his hand and found it in his palm. It was picked up from Chunlan Palace, and it might be useful in the East Realm.

As far as the current situation is concerned, there will be no disputes in the eastern border battlefield in a short period of time, which gives him Nan Siyuan time to think about how to maximize the use of each chess piece.

Whether it is the chess player or the player in the game, who can tell the difference.

At least the demon lord they were talking about was already involved.

Yan Huai's eyes are still some time away from being perfect, and the blindfold must be changed frequently, otherwise he will end up with blood stains; He takes it easy on himself.

Little tingling pains condensed in one place, and when Yan Huai untied the silk cloth and fell to the ground, it became a touch of white on his lips. The blood and tears in the corners of his eyes were not dry yet, and he could only rely on his spiritual sense to recognize things, and the medicine on his fingertips The cloth is also somewhat damp, silently telling the gloomy weather today.

When the sting came from his eyes, Ning Qing, who was far away in Qianjiu Palace, coughed up some blood stains. Today's sky is gloomy, not only the frontier battlefield, but also the quiet mansion courtyard.

Ning Qing caressed his chest lightly and spread out his palms, only to see a smear of redness, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he forced a smile in a rather bewildered manner, and murmured in a low voice: "It hurts..."

For some reason, his heart ached, as if, as if...something bad had happened to him without his knowing it.

"Is Yan Huai really alright?"

"Your Majesty is safe, Young Master, don't worry about it."

Ning Qing's smile faded from his eyes, Rong Si had always been so cold and numb, and he refused to reveal anything to him about Yan Huai. In the middle of winter and early spring, he didn't even accept a single letter from Yan Huai. Like these people said, Enron?

Ning Qing coughing up blood is no small matter, Yan Huai had ordered them to take good care of Ning Qing, and specially left Qin Muzhi and Rong Si behind.

With all kinds of prescriptions left by Yan Huai, Ning Qing coughed up blood again, Qin Muzhi came in a hurry, Rong Si held his sword and his face was not very good, but Ning Qing was relatively calm, and he remained silent when Qin Muzhi took the pulse until Qin Muzhi Muzhi looked at him, and then he asked, "Junior Brother Qin, tell me, is Yan Huai really alright?"

Seeing doubts in Ning Qing's eyes, he just closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "He's very good, he couldn't be better."

It's so good, I went to the border far away before my eyes were healed, so good, I didn't bring anyone close to me, for fear of revealing half of the misery.

"Don't lie to me." Ning Qing cast a immobilizing spell, no longer hiding the suspicious pain in his eyes, "OK..."

"...Brother, he is really fine." Qin Mu paused, not looking at Ning Qing, and let the body-fixing spell restrain him.

"...He's good, he's good, he's good..." Ning Qing looked down, and Qin Muzhi was able to move again the moment he retracted his hand.

"By the way, Junior Brother Qin."

"There is no need to tell him about this, it will only increase your worries."

The two were so happy that they couldn't be more happy to miss each other, but because of this joy, they hid each other. It was cold and cool in the early spring night, and the young man in black was looking at the cool mist and frost, and some people were lying on the couch and watching from afar.

He vaguely knew something, but his love for Yan Huai suppressed many words in his throat.

It's better not to see or hear, to deceive yourself...

When did you bully?A voice in his heart asked him.

Ning Qing hugged his knees in silence for a long time, asked himself and answered: "When he is willing to tell me personally..."

Tell it yourself?This is very difficult for Yan Huai, he is used to silence, he is not very clear about the joys and sorrows, left and right are nothing more than that, it doesn't matter if you say it or not.

The biggest decision he made in his life was to bring Ning Qing back, hide him, and prevent anyone from hurting him.

But what he is doing now may be hurting him.

An old sword is the final benevolence, the stalemate between the two sides for half a month finally ushered in the initial temptation, the blood was sprinkled on the line drawn by Yan Huai, the old sword that Yan Huai drew casually, he let go Then it fell down.

"Kill without pardon." It was he who repeated the rules, and it was the Xuantianzong disciples outside the boundary who were angry and speechless. As long as Ning Jiuchen and Nan Siyuan did not give orders, they would not be able to cross the boundary line, nor would they be able to restrain their colleagues. body.

The demon king standing upright pointed a silk cloth over his eyes, which did not hide his beauty, but this one look, it always makes people feel that even his blood is cold, such a appearance is only in vain terror.

Ning Jiuchen rolled his Adam's apple, and finally matched the demon king in front of him with the shriveled mute in the former sect. The blind and dumb trash whose meridians were abolished by him that year has now become the master of the demon clan.

"If I knew today, I should have ended him with a sword."

"Elder, don't be impulsive." Nan Siyuan raised his hand to Ning Jiuchen and drew out the blade, "What is waiting in the east is for us to tear this layer of thin paper first, we can't act impulsively."

"If you don't act impulsively, how will you know how it will end." The demons could hear what they said, Lou Yu smiled and opened his mouth, and even had time to pick up the sword that Yan Huai dropped, "You guys If I don't act impulsively, how can I sacrifice blood to my demon ancestors."

Lou Yu's smile suddenly disappeared, and he stabbed heavily with his sword, letting the blood stain his face, and emerald color faintly flashed in his pupils, "This is the end of your human race."

"You?!" The monks outside the boundary line were excited. As the saying goes, the dead are the greatest. How could this demon humiliate their colleagues like this? !

"Me? How?" Lou Yu licked the blood on his lips, "Come and kill me, Human Race."