Cloud God is not God

This scene fell into the eyes of the two people sitting in the carriage not far away.

Qi Jingqian looked at Jing Heng in the crowd, leaned forward slightly, and pinched his fingers on the window frame excitedly.The people around him blocked his face, and there were some old acquaintances outside.

Qi Yijue looked at the man who was stabbed in the chest. The expression on that man's face ranged from surprise and obsession at the beginning to shock, heartache and loss later on. It was really rich.

"Interesting, this is the legendary Lord Shenglin? He is far worse than I was back then."

Qi Jingqian gave this person a blank look, and said that there are only two people who can walk sideways in this imperial city, one is His Royal Highness Yi Wang who spent a lot of money to smile for Bomei, and passed through thousands of flowers without touching his body, and the other is the later saint Linjun.But the two are completely different.

Qi Jingqian snorted, "Compared to him, you are far behind."

Qi Jingqian's voice fell.

Wu Yong looked at the silver-haired man with an indifferent face in front of him, and the sword on his chest!The pain spreading from his chest made his heart a little bit broken.

Wuyong opened his mouth and said: "You, no, him."

After a burst of dizziness, Wuyong's body shook, and he threw the sword in his chest out, and a column of blood splashed on the silver-haired man.

The warm touch made him lose his soul for a while, and he was blown away by Wuyong Lingqi.

"Xuan Zhe!" The woman flew over to catch him.

Xuanzhe stabilized his figure, no one has ever embarrassed him so much in all these years.

The most important thing was that the broken rib in his chest was in severe pain.He hated this feeling, turned sideways and moved forward with his sword flower in his arms. He used [-]% of his spiritual power for this sword, and this sword will definitely take this person's life!

Wu Yong narrowed his eyes slightly, the people in front of him obviously had the same face, but they didn't know right from wrong, they were aggressive and aggressive, they were completely different from that person.Even if that person fights, he will annihilate everything with a snap of his fingers!He would never allow anyone to hold his face in this way.

Wuyong sealed the big hole in his chest, he picked up a willow stick from the ground, the bark had already been eaten away.He threw Xi'er towards Qi Jingheng and said, "Protect, Xi'er."

Jing Heng hurriedly stepped forward and caught Xi'er firmly. The instant coldness caught him by surprise.Moreover, Xi'er is not like an ordinary child, his whole body is soft, like...

He didn't dare to say those words, he didn't dare to imagine how Wuyong raised this thing.This can't be called a human at all, let alone his master!

At this time, Wuyong's appearance changed, he was no longer the inconspicuous person in coarse clothes who was willing to be beaten and scolded by others.His brows stretched out, a pair of peach blossom eyes, although a little less lively, but they are eye-catching, the original dark yellow complexion now looks radiant, and the black hair reaches his waist and shoulders, which is out of place.

The clothes on his body have not changed at all, but his aura is completely different, as if there is a cloud of immortals lying around him, just like exiled immortals.

Wu Yong released half of his spiritual power. Since Xiangyun Mountain's seal was released, his body has undergone earth-shaking changes. He has never tried this change.

He looked at Xuanzhe in front of him, and there was an indescribable feeling in his eyes, he hoped it was him, but he also hoped it wasn't him.Said: "You, unworthy, this face!"

Having not spoken for many years, Wuyong can only spit out one syllable, but it is as ethereal as a stone hitting a deep pool to others.

Qi Yijue's eyes lit up in the distance, and he leaned forward, even resting his chin on Qi Jingqian's head, leaning close to the person beside him, watching Wuyong's changes.

"This person is interesting."

Qi Jingqian looked at Wuyong with complicated eyes, and sighed.Sheng Linjun, the only variable that appeared around the late emperor in his later years!

Seeing Wuyong's change, Xuanzhe became serious, with a solemn expression, his eyes fixed on Wuyong's face.

Seeing that the sword energy was approaching Wuyong.

Wu Yong stood with his hands behind his back, Nan Feng sacrificed the wicker in his hand, instantly broke the sword energy, and the weak willow wrapped around the sword tightly like a snake.

Wu Yong held the willow stick in his hand and swung it to the left.

"Open the sky with your left hand, Yang Shi!"

The sword light was retracted instantly, and the sword was more like Wu Yong's sword, obedient and sensible.

Wuyong swipes to the right again.

"Split the ground with your right hand. The end of Yin!"

In an instant, the wicker actually revived, sprouted, and blossomed red plum blossoms along with the sword body.

Wuyong pulled the sword to the middle again, and the sword was pulled in front of Wuyong with Xuanzhe. The two looked at each other, looking at each other without words. It became powder.

Xuanzhe opened his eyes wide in surprise, his eyes were all reflecting the person in front of him, the look of shock in his eyes, I don't know if it was because of the person or because of the sword!

The rest of the people were also shocked by this scene, especially the ordinary people, because they hadn't seen green leaves and red flowers for a long time.For a moment, they seemed to see the thousands of green silk ribbons in spring and the scene of a family sitting around the stove admiring snowy plums in winter.

Several women even whimpered quietly.

After King Yi looked at it, he couldn't calm down for a long time. He looked at the sword in his hand. Could it be that the sword could really turn into sun, moonlight and flowers in the sword?

He murmured in a low voice: "I am indeed not as good as him."

As soon as the words fell, he put down the car curtain, pulled the person leaning against the car window, and hugged him tightly.The man in his arms was about to struggle.He said in a low voice, "No!"

It took a long time for Xuanzhe to react, looking at the person in front of him, something that didn't belong to him rushed into his heart, he couldn't even control his body, and wanted to hug the person in front of him.

This strange feeling made him feel sick, this man is the notorious Sheng Linjun.I heard that he is good, but Long Yang is good, and he has a habit of breaking sleeves!

"Heh, a disgusting person like you deserves to be called me, it depends on whether my Phoenix Fire agrees or not!"

After Xuanzhe finished speaking, he backed away. A small phoenix fire was condensed in his hand. The woman beside him raised her head and said triumphantly, "Hmph, I'll let you see it today. This is the phoenix fire, which can burn everything!"

Seeing that the phoenix fire in Xuanzhe's hand was getting bigger and bigger, the air began to thin, and the people around him began to fear. This fireball appeared one night, taking away the temperature. This fear was deeply buried in the body.

Even King Xiaoheng and Shuangcheng looked at Wuyong nervously.

Wu Yong looked at the Phoenix Fire in Xuan Zhe's hand, although it was very small, it was a genuine Phoenix Fire.The question in his heart is getting bigger and bigger, who is this person? Not only does he look exactly like that person, even Phoenix Fire is the same.Now you only know once you try it.

Wuyong smiled and said, "Phoenix fire is indeed beautiful. But, you are not worthy!"

After Wuyong finished speaking, he leaned forward, a mass of fire of the Nine Nethernesses was burning in his palm, the size of a bean diced, once the fire appeared, everywhere it went was gray and white.Before Xuanzhe could react, Wuyong caught him with his left hand.When the two fires collided, the Phoenix fire went out instantly.

Wu Yong grabbed Xuan Zhe's left hand, pulled it lightly, and Xuan Zhe threw himself into Wu Yong's arms, Wu Yong squeezed a formula with his left hand, instantly tapped Yuan Zhe's forehead, and he stopped moving.

Xuanzhe saw that Wuyong was intertwined with the ten fingers of his left hand.The man touched his chest with his hands again.He felt strange sensations in his body, but his mind was sober. He felt that he was being treated so frivolously by this shameless person in broad daylight, and he couldn't help cursing.

"You bloody broken sleeve, get your dirty hands off!"

Wu Yong ignored him, he just wanted to confirm one thing, when he put his hand on Xuan Zhe's chest.As soon as the white fingertips were pressed, there was a depression. His fingers paused, and his heart felt sour. Is it really him?But why can't he remember anything.

Just as Wu Yong wanted to use his spiritual sense to detect his primordial spirit, his hand was bounced away by a wave of spiritual energy.A coercion rushed towards his face. He had only felt this kind of coercion in front of one person, and he stood firm.Squinting his eyes slightly, he looked at the two people who came behind Xuan Zhe.