The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

Even from such a distance, one could clearly see that it was a young girl lying on the ground.

She was wearing a white dress, and her jet-black hair was slithering on the ground. She was traumatized by forcibly breaking the formation, and the blades of grass beside her were stained red by the blood she spit out.

Yan Xun paused, no matter how you look at it, he is just an ordinary disciple of an ordinary sect in the northern region, but how can he be an ordinary person who can make Mr. Jinling so affected?

"Let's go." When Xuanyuan Ce was hesitating whether to go over, the Tsing Yi Demon Cultivator behind him had already passed him, "Go over and have a look."

Looking at his back, Xuanyuan Ce hesitated for a moment, then followed him.

When he came to the unconscious person, Chu Yiyang squatted down, reached out and brushed away the black hair that was blocking the girl's face.

His eyes fell on this familiar face, and it really was Fu Yueshu.

All the sects of Xuanmen in the northern border have come to the imperial capital, and the Tianshan Sword Sect naturally cannot fall behind.And she was seriously injured, her realm regressed, and she might never be able to return to the previous realm. As "my" fiancée, she naturally couldn't have a better life in the sect.

It's very normal to be alone in this kind of place.

He looked at the beautiful girl who was also frowning in a coma, as if she was enduring pain, and no matter how hard-hearted people looked at it, she would be touched by her. He thought that Yan Xun had already left in the formation before he came. After going back and forth a few times, not meeting her, and then developing a new plot because of the will of this world, it can be regarded as giving myself face.

While investigating Fu Yueshu's injuries, Yan Xun and Xuanyuan Ce had already arrived in front of him.

I saw that the young man in red who had always been arrogant and alienated in front of outsiders, who had no gentleness or patience to speak of, tenderly half-embraced the person who fell on the ground, and fed her a holy medicine for healing.

Having never seen him like this before, Yan Xun only felt that this woman was really different to him.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the unconscious girl in Chu Yiyang's arms, and saw that her appearance was indeed as beautiful as snow, but compared with the young man in red who was holding her, she was still more than a little bit worse.

He didn't know what Yan Xun was thinking at the moment, but after feeding the medicine, Chu Yiyang put his right hand against the back of the girl's heart, and channeled his spiritual power into it to help her dissipate the power of the medicine.

Under the gaze of the three of them, Fu Yueshu's eyelashes trembled, coughed muffledly, and then opened his eyes.

The first color that catches the eye is dazzling red.

Fu Yueshu froze for a moment, then heard a familiar cold voice in his ear: "Are you awake?"

"Should... senior brother?"

She waited for a while before her blurred vision became clear. When she saw the familiar face and his light-colored eyes, she immediately felt a sense of stability in her heart, and then realized that she was still in his arms. sat up.

Chu Yiyang let her go, looked at her ruddy face, and asked, "How do you feel? Why are you alone here?"

Fu Yueshu sensed her injury and was sure that she was fine, so she looked at Chu Yiyang: "Thank you, Senior Brother Ying, I'm fine now, I—"

When she saw Yan Xun and Xuanyuan Ce standing aside, their voices paused, and she guessed that they were the ones who entered the battle with Chu Yiyang.

Chu Yiyang stretched out his hand to support the girl's arm, helped her up, and heard her continue after a short pause, "I originally came to the imperial capital with Master and several senior sisters, but when the bell rang , After stepping out of the inn, they got lost."

She was teleported here, and could only try to decipher the formation in front of her, but was injured by the formation of the mountain palace, and fell here.

Knowing that she had not experienced other twists and turns, Chu Yiyang was a little relieved, and originally wanted to ask her if she had met other familiar people in the imperial capital, but Yan Xun, who was standing by, asked, "Who is this girl?"

Hearing the mellow voice like the spring breeze in March and the whisper of a lover, Fu Yueshu raised his eyes to look at him, and felt his whole body bump into the peach blossom eyes of Tsing Yi Moxiu who were also full of love even when he was not smiling.

She instinctively felt that this person was not in the right way, so she frowned slightly and avoided looking at him.

Yan Xun raised his eyebrows, and when he was about to say something, he saw Chu Yiyang take half a step forward, blocking the beautiful woman behind him, and there was a hint of warning in his cold eyes: "She is my fiancee. Daoist."

Previously, he cut off the plot of Yan Xun and her meeting in Qingye Mountain City, but now that Fu Yueshu didn't know Yan Xun, he didn't have a relationship with him, and the engagement with Ying Jiexin was not cancelled.

It's just... Chu Yiyang frowned slightly, thinking of Beitang Hanye, and thinking of his younger brother who was born in Yaochi, the plot has changed so much, whether the marriage contract survives or not is not so important.

It's impossible for him to stay in this world, and it's impossible for him to be with Fu Yueshu, so he should find a chance to dissolve the engagement between the two in the future, so as not to delay her life.

Even so, being romantic like Yan Xun is by no means a good candidate.

Seeing the obvious vigilance on Chu Yiyang, Yan Xun was not unfamiliar at all, he didn't care at all, and just smiled at Fu Yueshu: "So it's Miss Fu from the Tianshan Sword Sect."

Behind Chu Yiyang, Fu Yueshu nodded slightly, as if he had met him.

Without the environment of encountering in the blood pool, Tsing Yi Moxiu really didn't seem to have much interest in her, and quickly took his eyes away from her.Seeing him looking at him, Chu Yiyang obviously didn't move his thin lips, but his voice rang in his ears: "You and I are also friends, why should I have other thoughts about your fiancée?"

What's more, there is already such a stunning beauty shrouded in mist in front of him, which has attracted his attention enough, how can others still catch his eyes?

"There is no best."

Chu Yiyang used the same method as him to transmit the voice back, and then he was no longer on guard, and only introduced Xuanyuan Ce, who wanted to recruit into the Hehuan Sect, to Fu Yueshu.After hearing her talk about who might still be in the depths of the wooden hall, the four of them continued to walk together, preparing to gather the monks from the northern Taoist sect along the way.

As Fu Yueshu said, when they walked further into the formation, they saw many familiar faces.

Many of them were people who broke through the Blood River formation together in Qingye Mountain City, and the middle-aged scribe who led the team to break into the center of the Blood River formation was also among them.

He went the farthest, and kept awake, but he also vomited blood several times.

When he met Chu Yiyang and his group, he saw that he didn't have a compass, so he didn't need to calculate, but just kept moving forward, and the formation opened up in front of them like a tamed beast, and he looked at Chu Yiyang with more and more admiration.

"The person who went to break the formation in the Blood River that day was indeed him."

Walking in the line, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sighed with his reunited companions that he no longer dared to touch the formation in front of him.

That day, after the Blood River formation was broken, Mr. Jinling was not seen coming out of it, and there were other voices from the monks in the city, questioning whether Ying Jiexin had really entered, and now everyone should be slapped in the face.

Those monks who came in with the middle-aged scribes to break the formation were as impressed as he was. Looking at the red figure walking in the front to break the formation, they only sighed that they did not live up to their expectations: "If you and I are more confident, we don't have to always rely on gold. Mr. Ling is here to lead us out of the predicament."

"Hey, when he first came to the imperial capital, Lao Xu said that he bumped into so many acquaintances and felt like he was back in Qingye Mountain City. This guy is really right."

But they were lucky, they were trapped in the formation and were rescued by Mr. Jinling, so Lao Xu and the others didn't know what to do.

……

Fire Temple.

The setting sun was like blood, as if on a vast and boundless wasteland, several embarrassed monks gathered together, and half of the beard of one of the formation masters holding a compass was burned off. Shocked, looking at the army of evil spirits emerging from the smoke, shouted: "They are coming again!"

"Damn it..." A strong man with a beard standing at the front and holding a golden ring machete cursed, "Is there an end?!"

On the wasteland, the same battles are taking place at the gathering points of monks far apart, killing a group of evil spirits, and after a while, the same group will appear again.

Endless and tireless, it seems that as long as he is in this wasteland, the army of evil spirits burning red in their eyes will never be killed.

It is impossible for them to move forward, and it is even more difficult to reunite. The footsteps of the evil ghost army that has re-equipped and charged here are like military drums, and from nowhere on the wasteland, the sound of flutes soars into the sky. It also ignited the monk's spiritual power.

Fighting intent rose from them: "Kill——"

"kill--!"

Where the flute sounded, the sword light was like a cold star, tearing through the fields.

The robes on Ning Shaoyou's body were no longer tidy, and the spiritual power in his body was stimulated to the extreme. A sword swept across all directions, and swept away the army of evil spirits surrounded from all directions.

And Zong Mo, who was standing behind him and played the breaking song with all his spiritual energy, was also disheveled, and the blue brocade clothes on his body were no longer glamorous.

Seeing the figure of his friend shuttle among these gathered evil spirits, turning into a silver streamer, blocking them ten feet away from him, Zong Mo paused playing, and cursed with his mouth that was already twitching from exhaustion: " Is it over? Why are there so many?!"

Amidst the flying sword light, dry bones, and smoke, Ning Shaoyou's voice also lost its former composure, and became a little restless: "You talk as soon as you talk, why stop?!"

He has drawn so many swords and fought so many waves of evil spirits, and now his body is exhausted, and his spiritual power will not be able to function anymore.

As soon as Zong Mo's flute stopped, his sword moves immediately became sluggish.

Of course, if you want to talk, you can only stop playing the flute. Who can play the flute while talking? !

For the first time in his life, Zong Mo regretted why he chose the flute as a treasure, how good he chose the piano like the young master of Yaochi.

But he played it again, and with the sound of the flute, Ning Shaoyou's offensive became fierce and smooth again.

It's just that both of them know that there will only be more and more evil spirits coming later, and sooner or later they will exceed the limit they can bear.

But who will come?

The young master of Tianqin Sect thought a little bit brokenly: "If anyone can save me, I can call him father."

Just when the two of them were fighting to the point of despair, a tyrannical and invincible sword light descended from the sky, shaking the whole wilderness!

A huge crack appeared on the boundless wasteland. It was several feet long and bottomless. The army of evil spirits along the way could not dodge and all fell into it. , Now two people also fell down.

Smoke and dust were everywhere, they hovered over the wilderness, looked at the frost spreading on the edge of the crack, and realized who it was, a glimmer of hope emerged in their hearts.

The next moment, a ray of sword light came in front of them from a very far away, looking at the eyes of the sword master in white that seemed to be soaked in the wind and snow on the top of Kunlun, the two of them felt sincerely for the first time—it was so good to see him.

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Zong Mo: Dad!

感谢在2021-09-2723:39:06~2021-09-2823:58:27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Sun Bofu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!