The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

Xiao Heng stepped forward with his toes, and rushed into the Golden Palace.It was just a cold light shining in front of his eyes, his way forward was blocked, so he had to retreat temporarily, and saw that Song Ningqing had pulled out the white rainbow and was guarding in front of the gate of the hall.

Inside the Golden Palace, Yuan Qingchen supported his head with his left hand, and lightly pressed the golden suanni statue in front of the seat with his right hand. Four powerful spiritual powers together with the power of monsters surrounded the entire Golden Palace and the hundred-foot-wide flat ground outside.

The boundary array is complete.

"In case this Immortal Master Xiao really kills me, I ask Immortal Master Song to work harder." Yuan Qingchen said with a smile.

The girl's voice is elegant and graceful.Xiao Heng frowned fiercely, and looked at Song Ningqing.

"Brother, what are you doing? You are my Taoist companion, why are you protecting her!"

Song Ningqing shook her head at Xiao Heng, he was still blocking the door, Bai Hong raised lightly, and pointed the tip of her sword at Xiao Heng.

"I will fight with you, and she will ask the immortal to lower her immortal power and use her ultimate move to raise it."

When Xiao Heng heard about it, he didn't know whether to say Song Ningqing was credulous, or that Yuan Qingchen was more capable of sowing discord.But he knew that it would be difficult to deceive Song Ningqing with malice...

Sure enough, Song Ningqing took a step forward, and the sunlight from the Penglai sky shone on the white rainbow, faintly condensing into a fiery aura.

"Xiao Heng, didn't you always say you wanted to beat me?"

"Now that we've eaten Dragon Balls, we haven't fought a single battle yet. Do you think I'm no longer worthy to be your opponent?"

Song Ningqing spoke very seriously, but listened with provocation, Xiao Heng sighed softly.

Outside the boundary formation, Chao Sheng sat on the eaves of the Golden Palace, watching the two confront each other.

"Even though Junior Brother Xiao ate Dragon Balls, his cultivation level is higher than Junior Brother Song's, but... cultivation level doesn't mean everything."

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to raise Du Jieqi's body with his moves.

Looking at Xiao Heng in the boundary formation, Chao Sheng seemed to have said a few more words to Song Ningqing, and finally put his hand on the Fufu sword at his waist.

"Brother, offended."

When Xiao Heng uttered these words, although he sounded unwilling in every possible way, he still sounded careless and subtly confident.

He seemed to really feel that... Song Ningqing, who once made him stand tall, is no longer his opponent.

Song Ningqing got along with Xiao Heng day and night, Xiao Heng kept a cold face, and he knew what Xiao Heng was thinking.Yes, his little junior has grown up...

Song Ningqing smiled lightly, and then the sword light flashed, the speed of the sword was hard to see with the naked eye, and he swung the sword here!

After Baihong was repaired, it went into battle for the first time, and it was eager to prove to its master that its frost blade was still there!Sword Soul is still there!

Seeing the powerful enemy attacking, a sword sounded, and he did not get out of the sheath!

Two spiritual swords that have been with us since childhood, one white and one red, meet under the blue sky and above Penglai!

Song Ningqing heard the ear-piercing sound of the sword, as if she had returned to the past.

Spring is in full bloom, and the trees are full of peach blossoms. Patriarch Bai stands under a peach blossom tree and teaches Song Ningqing how to practice swords when he was young.

"You will draw your sword."

Some people specially practice drawing swords or knives, with the intention of catching people's heads by surprise.

"But you probably can't do it."

Patriarch Bai watched with a smile as Song Ningqing pulled out the white rainbow at an extremely fast speed, cutting a peach blossom falling in front of him in two with one sword.

"After you can draw the sword, you have to learn how to control it. You use the sword to control strength, spiritual power, direction, and even...your opponent."

Listening to Patriarch Bai's words, Song Ningqing tilted her head. Even if she didn't speak, Patriarch Bai knew that he was confused.

"Your way of the sword is 'intolerant'. Once this sword is released, all things will surrender. Why do they surrender? Because you can hold everything within sight in your palm."

Patriarch Bai was rambling on, but Song Ningqing was young at that time, and his state of mind was far from what it is now, so he didn't understand much at all.

A peach petal fell from the tip of his sword, and Song Ningqing just blew it with her mouth, and she didn't remember anything else Patriarch Bai said afterwards.

"Stupid baby, I don't understand even if I say it," Patriarch Bai waved provocatively at Song Ningqing, "Come and kill me."

As soon as Patriarch Bai finished speaking, Song Ningqing swung his sword and slashed forward.

Song Ningqing was used to it. When Patriarch Bai taught Song Ningqing, Song Ningqing had to cut him at least three times a day, but three times... Song Ningqing's sword tip would always fall three inches in front of Patriarch Bai.

"What? You want to hurt me with sword energy now, is it too early?"

Patriarch Bai sneered, but saw a bean-sized bead of sweat slowly sliding down Song Ningqing's forehead.

"I... can't kill you."

"Why?"

"Although you are close at hand, it makes me feel very high and far away... like a mountain, endless."

"Oh? Have you finally realized the gap between strength and weakness?"

Patriarch Bai laughed, saying that none of that mattered.

As a sword cultivator, he can slash with his sword, whether it is a high mountain or a deep sea, a monster or a god.

"If you think you can kill it, then no matter who the opponent is, you can control him and make him kneel...surrender!"

Song Ningqing's Baihong had confronted Xiao Heng's Bufu several times, but in Song Ningqing's eyes, Xiao Heng's sword could already predict the trajectory of Xiao Heng's next sword strike.

Left, right, head and neck, shoulder blades.

"Keng Keng Keng Keng"!With four consecutive Ling Ran sword sounds, Song Ningqing not only blocked Xiao Heng's attack, but also took advantage of the situation to fight back.But Xiao Heng has not lost the wind, Song Ningqing knows it clearly.

Although Xiao Heng has improved his cultivation due to the Dragon Ball, he has never stopped practicing swords.

Whether it is Demon Realm or Peach Blossom Fall, this is the only way for Xiao Heng to remember who he is when his consciousness is chaotic.

"Lore" originally matched Xiao Heng's personality.

The swords of Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng clashed, and the momentum of the sword became faster and faster. Gradually, only a slight sound of the sword sounded in the air, and the figures of the two seemed to melt into the light of the sky.

Yuan Qingchen watched in the golden palace, even if she used her divine sense, she still couldn't keep up with their movements.

Yuan Qingchen thought, Xiao Heng was kind to her last night.

Yuan Qingchen chuckled lightly, flicked his fingertips slightly, and lit the agate incense burner on the desk, after a while, a little cold fragrance wafted from it.

But this fragrance was quickly blown away by the fierce sword wind outside.

The surrounding air became so hot that even Yuan Qingchen in the Golden Palace felt a little uncomfortable.Yuan Qingchen's cultivation level is to transform into a god, but from her point of view, she doesn't think that with her reaching out, she can make three moves with those two people.

"Who are these people?"

Why can it become so strong when it is so cultivated.

Sincerity, faith, indomitable?

Experience, adventure, genius?

Can these things really have such a big effect when they act on people?

Yuan Qingchen brushed up her soft and shiny long hair that was hanging down on her chest, and used her spiritual power to suppress the dry and hot air around her.

"Peach Blossom Falling... In the dream, it seems that it is not there anymore."

It is obviously a terrifying place to raise two people like this...

"It's better for the world to be more lively."

Yuan Qingchen smiled, picked up the jade cup and took a sip of spiritual tea.

Outside the golden palace, two spirit swords started from the tip of the sword and brushed against the opponent's blade in a hurry. Hot sparks rose from the sword blade, and the daunting piercing rubbing sound came and went one after another.

The two swords were scraped to the end, Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng looked at each other at a very close distance, Xiao Heng has been a little confident from the beginning, and has become calm and serious, igniting a strong fighting spirit!

He knew that his senior brother had proved... his strength in the way of the sword.

Just like in that dark tunnel back then, the shocking sword Song Ningqing used saved Xiao Heng's life.

Do not tolerate, make all things surrender.

Killing, destroying everything.

The time in this circle seemed to slow down, as if someone had held down the sundial, covering the sky, there was no sound and no light, and even the air had become dry due to the high temperature.

Outside the boundary formation, Chao Sheng watched the two suddenly separated by a certain distance, thinking that it should be the next moment.

Song Ningqing put the sword back into its sheath in vain, when the breeze washed away the heat from the tip of the sword and turned back into a cold spirit sword body... Song Ningqing moved first!

Bai Hong unsheathed loudly, soared into the air, and stabbed forward!Xiao Heng drew his sword at the same time, and stabbed forward with an indomitable momentum!

If you want me to surrender, I don't want to!I am not going to fall, and I will not fall for thousands of years!

The Fufu sword emits a dazzling sword light, roaring its sword heart!With that elder brother, friend, and closest confidant, Bai Hong, who it has watched since childhood, the final blow!

In the light, Baihong trembled, it castrated too fast, this slight tremor was enough to make it escape from the track of being caught by Bufu, and change its moves!

There was a slight piercing sound, and Bai Hong stopped at Xiao Heng's heart.

The icy touch penetrated Xiao Heng's black coat, almost freezing his skin.

But not crouching, there is still a palm away from Song Ningqing's throat.

"If Master sees me drawing my sword like this, I don't know...will he be satisfied?"

Song Ningqing withdrew her sword, raised her hand and lightly touched Xiao Heng's chest, melting away the frost.

Xiao Heng still didn't recover, then he looked at Song Ningqing and nodded.

"I am satisfied."

"If you go all out from the beginning, the outcome is unknown now."

Song Ningqing took a step back and looked back into the golden palace.

"Dare to ask the saint, how long can this boundary formation last?"

"Even if you are fighting here during the tribulation period, you don't have to worry about the collapse of the boundary formation." Yuan Qingchen's soft words came from the golden palace.

There had been servants watching from a distance on Penglai Island, while Yuan Zhaoxing was standing outside his bedroom. He frowned, looking a little annoyed.But Yuan Baiyin yelled, Yuan Zhaoxing looked down at it.

"...That's all."

Yuan Zhaoxing looked down intently and stopped talking, just stood there quietly with Yuan Baiyin.

"Xiao Heng, turn back into a dragon body."

"...Brother."

"I said, this battle is... full strength."

Song Ningqing nodded to Xiao Heng, and after a moment of silence, Xiao Heng leaped into the air, the sky was covered by dark clouds, and suddenly there was lightning strike!Under the dark clouds, a giant black dragon filled half of the sky.

Those purple thunder and lightning flowed on the black dragon, washing the black dragon scales of the black dragon into sharper and more ominous.

Song Ningqing has the will to win, but Xiao Heng doesn't?

How could it be?

Yuan Qingchen looked at the evil black dragon in mid-air, which was completely different from Xiao Heng in the human body just now, and couldn't help clenching the veil in his hand.

She had some regrets, but she still looked straight ahead. If anyone died, it was their choice.