Ah, Senior Brother is Actually a Sister!

"Boom——" After Shi Po's loud bang, the two sword lights, one black and one gold, separated suddenly and stagnated silently in midair.

All the onlookers felt a sharp pain in their chests, and they were actually affected by the invisible sword energy that leaked out from the fight. Their minds were shocked and they stumbled back.

Ye Zhiqiu raised his hand to capture the black wide-backed sword, and shook a sword flower with his backhand. The thumb of his left hand slowly wiped away the blood on his lips, and smiled softly: "It's been so many years since I have fought with my brother, what a shame!" miss."

——It's been a long time since I practiced against each other, but unexpectedly the other party has improved a lot, which really surprised her.

Compared with her situation, Lin Tiefeng was much calmer, but his face was slightly pale, and the veins in his hand holding the hilt of the sword were protruding—only he himself knew how strong his calm heart was. At that time, he still couldn't beat her?Could it be that after so long of hard work, it still can't meet the limitations of talent?He refuses to accept it!

The golden long sword transformed into a phantom, like a majestic tiger with eye-catching eyes, roaring up to the sky and about to grab Ye Zhiqiu.

At the very moment, a cold female voice suddenly sounded: "Wait a minute."

Lin Tiefeng's figure remained the same, but he stopped swinging his sword, and looked indifferently—the purple robe and crystal crown, graceful and graceful, with upright facial features like sculptures, but his face was expressionless, only those shining like stars Eyes make people unable to move their eyes.

"Shuangshuang!" Ye Zhiqiu frowned and looked at her, and said in a deep voice, "Don't meddle in this matter."

Yuan Qiongshuang took a deep look at her, but did not speak. Instead, she took out a round bead from her sleeve, and said coldly to Lin Tiefeng: "Here is a hundred thousand living souls, stop quickly."

"Shuangshuang!" Ye Zhiqiu's tone became a little more serious, "Don't you even listen to my words? Get out of here, immediately!"

"You are no match for him." Yuan Qiongshuang lowered her eyes not to look at her, and clenched the soul orb in her hand.

"That's true," Lin Tiefeng snorted, but looked at the cold Yuan Qiongshuang mockingly, "But it's a pity, Junior Sister Yuan... what I want is the hundred thousand living souls present here, the soul orb in your hand, yes For me, it's useless..."

"You!" Yuan Qiongshuang glared at Lin Tiefeng, and was about to draw her sword, when she was suddenly embraced by a figure rushing out from the side—the golden sword light spread out of a frenzied net, but it seemed to be captured by an invisible force. Intercept, stagnate behind the two of them without making any progress.

"Master...sister?" Yuan Qiongshuang's body was stiff, her arms were raised in the air, but she hesitated not to put them on her back—how long has she longed for this embrace?It's been so long that she is really within reach, but she can't help but shrink back; it's been so long that she knows she didn't have it, and she has lost it.

Yes, she knew this very well—this embrace had never belonged to her.

"Shuangshuang." The man hugged her, still with such a soft and gentle voice, every syllable, every breath seemed to be plucking the strings in the bottom of her heart, making her sink into the unintentionally woven In the sugar-coated trap, it gets deeper and deeper.

"Shuangshuang, I don't care about many people in my life... To me, Yan'er and you are the most important people to me," the man whispered in her ear, clearly in such a flat tone, Every word and every sentence made her almost cry, "But my heart has long been given to Yan'er, so I gave my life to you... In this life, neither owes the other."

The broad-backed sword swelled into a boat as high as three people against the storm. Ye Zhiqiu jumped up with Yuan Qiongshuang in his arms. His hands formed complicated handprints in front of him. Countless dazzling white lights shone from her body. Although Lin Tiefeng's golden sword It came like a violent storm, but was always blocked by an invisible barrier.

"Pfft——" Ye Zhiqiu spat out a mouthful of blood, and the movement of making handprints finally stopped—she didn't care to wipe the scarlet spots that fell from the skirt of her clothes, and said in a solemn voice: "The Patriarch of Sanqing is here, the unworthy disciple Ye Zhiqiu, in the name of the No.60 ninth head of the Chonghua Sword Sect, was passed on to Yuan Qiongshuang as the No.70 head of the Chonghua Sword Sect. No disciple of Chonghua dare not disrespect him!"

——Through the white light formed by the seal, these words were clearly passed into the minds of all Chonghua's disciples, and they were even engraved on the ancestral certificates of Chonghua's previous masters, and there was no room for change.

After finishing speaking, Ye Zhiqiu's expression immediately became sluggish, but he held his breath and did not fall down. Under Yuan Qiongshuang's blank gaze, he cupped her cheeks with both hands, and pressed a kiss as light as a feather on hers. In her forehead—suddenly, countless inheritance information poured into her sea of ​​consciousness—but she didn't feel the slightest joy, but felt a heart-wrenching pain in her heart.

"Shuangshuang, protect Chonghua for me, okay?" Ye Zhiqiu's lips were so pale that they were almost transparent, but the smile on the corner of his lips was particularly clear and moving.

Yuan Qiongshuang choked with sobs, but replied with a trembling voice: "Okay."

——As long as it is your wish, I will fulfill it for you.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled slightly, turned around and jumped off the black natal sword. With a thought, the boat transformed into the giant sword carried Yuan Qiongshuang into the sky and flew towards the distance. The speed was so fast that it was only a blink of an eye It's thousands of miles away.

When she could no longer see her own natal sword, Ye Zhiqiu coughed up another big mouthful of blood——she wiped it off with her sleeve indifferently, then turned to look at Leng Yan who was rushing towards her angrily, before she even smiled, she just heard " Pa——" With a clear slap across the face, Ye Zhiqiu's fair face was immediately flushed with a touch of pink—although this slap was not too harsh, it was by no means an understatement.

No matter how ruthless Leng Yan is on weekdays, she is never willing to move a single hair of her - it can be seen that she is very angry.

"Hundan! What do you want?" Leng Yan gripped her collar and said bitterly, "The sword was given to someone else, what do you use? Are you looking for death with bare hands? Tell me!"

——How dare you flirt with other women in front of me, that's unforgivable!

"Hush——" Ye Zhiqiu smiled as if nothing had happened, and coaxed Leng Yan into his arms regardless of Leng Yan's struggle, "Don't worry, Yan'er, I have my own way for my husband."

She touched her fingers and drew a talisman in front of her body—a faint turquoise light overflowed from her body, slowly perfecting the talisman, and Ye Zhiqiu's face became paler and lost all blood.

"Yan'er, my wife, are you willing to die with your husband?" Ye Zhiqiu asked in a calm voice, holding her in his arms.

"...Okay." The anger on Leng Yan's face suddenly disappeared, and turned into a beautiful smile.

"No! She's going to blew herself up!" Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the crowd. Everyone who heard the news was terrified and began to flee in all directions. Even Lin Tiefeng, who was as advanced as Lin Tiefeng, couldn't help but change his face—the self-detonated soul was a monk. The method only available after Yuanying, with the belief that he will die with the enemy, desperately destroys the Yuanshen, cuts off the possibility of reincarnation, and explodes with a hundred times the power—unless it is a last resort, no one will use this trick .

Everyone on the scene used the kung fu of pressing the bottom of the box, and tried their best to escape at the maximum speed they could achieve in their life. While escaping, they did not forget to superimpose defensive formations and magic weapons on themselves—as a master of the Mahayana stage, The power of its self-detonation can raze this area to the ground.

The dazzling brilliance ascended to the sky, turned into a huge cocoon of light and spread out to the surroundings. His cultivation level almost made him faint. Even Lin Tiefeng had to close his five senses to avoid being hurt.

After a few breaths, the wind and rain subsided, and the former Autumn Leaf Peak had disappeared forever. The vegetation was devastated, a mess, and there was no living thing to be seen again—presumably the two people in the center of the explosion could not escape the end of being wiped out.

The loss of a generation of grandmasters is truly depressing... Lin Tiefeng was silent for a moment, his golden long sword humming, but he was facing the remaining hundreds of thousands of people.

"Big! Ice! Mountain!" exasperated.

"Big brother ~~" ​​flattering.

"Yanyan..." coquettishly.

"Jun Pan." Tenderly.

--who is it?Who is calling me?

Such a familiar voice, such a familiar tone... who is it!

Pain appeared on Su Yan's calm face, and a black mist gushed out from his body, soaking the pure white and flawless Nascent Soul on top of it also began to dim.

"Bang rumbling" was another loud noise, the second thunderbolt had just struck, the light suddenly burst out on her body, and a series of eleven thunderbolts hit her continuously.

Each time, her Nascent Soul shrunk a little bit, and the shining light became weaker and weaker—finally, No. 12 Tribulation Thunder came crashing down, roaring at her with supreme power, With an arrogance that threatened to crush her to pieces.

After the loud noise, the black mist faded, the sun was bright and the sky was clear, and the dark clouds suddenly disappeared. Su Yan's Nascent Soul became only the size of a thumb, but it was a hundred times more solid than before. With tyrannical power.

——Advanced Dacheng!

Su Yan slowly opened her eyes, facing a pair of foggy eyes, the despair in them made her feel a pain in her heart, and she called hoarsely: "A Tong..."

"Hey, you're awake?" "Tong Tong" had an evil smile on his mouth, and the action of stabbing Bi Ling in his hand was unambiguous, only those clear eyes showed deep sadness, "It's a pity that she can't hear Woolen cloth!"

Su Yan ignored the man's cynicism, but fixedly looked into those eyes full of complex emotions, and suddenly burst into a soft and beautiful smile: "A Tong, did I tell you that I love you?"

"Tong Tong" smiled coldly and was about to speak, when suddenly his complexion changed, and the hand holding Bi Ling trembled, only to see the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, but tears suddenly flowed from her eyes, and said in a low voice: "No, no... ...you never said..."

"So, I'll tell you now, is there still time?" Su Yan stood up slowly and walked towards her, his purple eyes burning like crystals, "I love you, I have always loved you...so, stay for me , how are you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the whole body of "Tong Tong" suddenly lit up with a dazzling white light, and the twelve directions centered on her connected into a large ancient rune, and a large rune slowly emerged from the bottom of the round altar. In the stone carving of the spirit bird, there is a simple jade pendant embedded in the stone carving's eyes, which is shining with the same dazzling white light at this moment.

"Ahhh—" only to hear "Tong Tong" suddenly let out an extremely miserable cry, and a white figure emerged from her altar, it was Shen Guihong with a ferocious complexion.

He held his head and asked bitterly: "Why! Why did this happen! How did your Yuan Yin disappear!"

——When the ancient teleportation array is activated, a large number of sacrifices are required. If the teleporter's spiritual power is not enough, the soul will be automatically withdrawn to replenish it.

Tong Tong's spiritual power was insufficient, and her primordial yin had been broken, so the teleportation array spontaneously retrieved her divine soul from her altar, but by accident, Shen Guihong's primordial spirit was taken away.

The karmic retribution of karma is clear and clear, it's not that there is no retribution, it's just that the time has not come.

Letting Shen Guihong's primordial spirit scream and howl until it dissipated into light spots in the void, Tong Tong remained unmoved, but just stared at Su Yan who was smiling softly, with tears streaming down his face.

She stretched out her hand and nodded seriously: "OK."

The fingertips of each other are only a few centimeters apart, but they stop here—so close to each other.

Su Yan's smile remained the same, but he watched Tong Tong disappear bit by bit in the white light.

"No—" She threw herself towards the white light, not caring about the heart-piercing pain when she was pulled by the space-time rift—even if her body was peeled off every inch, even if her soul was shattered piece by piece, She didn't regret it at all, or hesitated at all, and only had the only obsession left in her heart, "Wait for me..."

——A tattoo totem suddenly appeared on her ring finger, emitting dots of fluorescent light, which penetrated into her body.

After a while, the stone sculpture of the spirit bird sank to the ground together with the round altar.

Not far away, a blue robe quietly disappeared, and Zhu Bi wrote down something in the book of life and death-but no one knew.

The author has something to say: I dragged Elder Yuan out again and abused him again, and I cried first →_→

Obasan, I'm sorry for you...orz

Sure enough, my narrative ability is not enough, the finale of the next chapter!

I remember a girl who said she wanted to give me a long review, but it's the end of the long review!

Originally this chapter was for tomorrow, but because of my wingman Rhubarb, I coded it out ahead of time!

Rhubarb, we are true love! (As long as you don't tease me, we can still play together!)