Bancheng Fengyue

Shaoyi looked at his back and said, "Mr. Xiaolong is afraid of showing his true skills in front of the gods?"

Qing Yan stopped in his tracks, Xuan Yi was surprised to find that the expression on his face could be described as solemn, how could Qing Yan have such an expression?

"I don't want to show my true skills in front of you." Qing Yan whispered.

Shaoyi smiled: "Mr. Xiaolong is so scrupulous about me, I'm really flattered, but the current situation is special, why don't you let go of your grudges and work together to eliminate the demon?"

Qing Yan said coldly: "Whether or not to kill the demon has nothing to do with me."

The Lingguan was so anxious that he was about to jump up: "Mr. Xiaolong, you can't say that! This Huai Yao is so weird, if you have a way to get rid of it, please help!"

Qingyan didn't care about him.

Zhixi whispered: "Just now I said that he is modest, but his willfulness is exactly the same as Xuan Yi's."

Since he made a move, but didn't do it thoroughly, what should we do if we leave this mess?

All the spirit officers laughed and sighed: "No way, we have to come up with a solution."

That being said, what can they do? However, seeing Huai Yao being tied into a hedgehog again and again, and re-condensing his body again and again, those powerful warriors and emperors in the upper world have a way, but when they come down, Huai Yao has already run away. The face of the world seems to be completely lost.

The head of the Lingguan was still stalking Qingyan, and he would not let him go no matter what. Amidst the noise, Fu Cang pulled out Chunjun and wiped the sword with his fingertips, as if responding to his touch, Chunjun let out a low voice. hum.

The majesty of Gonggong trembled and was afraid of the noble and unparalleled sword of heaven in the legend, but he couldn't use it to completely remove the Huai Yao in front of him. He knew that it wasn't that Chunjun was not strong enough, but that he was not strong enough.

He has always been a bit lazy and let nature take its course. He practiced swordsmanship according to his will and never forced him. What's more, his talent is very good. Up to now, he has not encountered any difficult situation to break through, but at this moment, for some reason, he has a sense of competitiveness , this indescribable competitive spirit caused the divine power in his body to oscillate endlessly, and suddenly he had a comprehension that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.

Huai Yao's heavy panting brought back Fu Cang's consciousness, and when he looked down, the pale ice on this Huai Yao's face had melted away, and his eyes rolled around, sometimes staring at Zhixi, sometimes staring at Yanxia on the ground, However, most of them are staring at Xuan Yi in Qing Yan's arms.

His face gradually turned into black ashes, and grains flew up one by one, drifting towards Xuanyi soundlessly, Fu Cang frowned, and suddenly tossed the sword lightly, the blue sky sword stood in his palm slowly Slowly turning, the brilliance of the sword body is bright, not to be stared at, Chun Jun suddenly turned into a golden dragon, circled in mid-air, aimed at the Huai Yao on the ground, opened his mouth and swallowed it, the dragon body swayed past, and turned back in an instant. The sword fell into his palm, and the Huai Yao on the ground had disappeared, only the broken ice remained on the ground.

A shrill scream came from the sword body, and suddenly there was no more sound, a line of thin blood dripped down Chun Jun, staining the candle shade and white snow on the ground red.

The gods were silent for a moment, and Zhixi couldn't help gasping: "Junior Brother Fucang... Is this the legendary Zhonghuaxu's sword energy to transform into a dragon?"

Fu Cang's complexion turned pale. During the six months of enlightenment in swordsmanship, he practiced sword qi and dragon transformation countless times at home, but he almost failed once. Unexpectedly, he succeeded overnight, but his body couldn't bear the exhaustion, and his eyes turned black.

He collected himself, cupped his hands and said: "It's just a fluke, Huai Yao is trapped in Chunjun, and he must not be able to escape again, so he can take him to the Ministry of Punishment with peace of mind, now let's send Senior Sister Yanxia back."

Only at this moment did the spirit officials heave a sigh of relief, and the face of the spirit officer was filled with tears of relief: "The God of Fucang's move of sword qi transforming into a dragon is so beautiful! It's so beautiful!" The Zhuyin family is much more reliable!

Qingyan looked at it for a long time, then said in a low voice: "Ah Yi, are you fighting with this Fucang God?"

Xuan Yi's face became stern: "Qinan even told you this? His mouth is really getting broken."

Qing Yan said: "Qi Nan is full of praise for him, and now it seems that there is some truth. It is not easy for Hua Xu's sword to transform into a dragon. Why do you have to fight with him? Hua Xu has a good reputation, and it is not a good thing to offend him."

Xuan Yi said lightly: "I just want to offend him, I just don't like him."

Qing Yan glanced at her meaningfully. This child has never been so annoying to anyone since she was a child. It is not so much that she is full of resentment towards God Fu Cang, but rather that she regards him as an opponent. She has always given in to others for her willful behavior, and once she meets someone who not only refuses to give in, but even bites back, she will go all out to suppress him.

He said lightly: "He bullied you? Do you want me to vent your anger for you?"

Xuan Yi thought for a while: "I'll take care of him myself."

The expected answer is that she has always been strong and conceited, she hardly asks for help, and believes that there is nothing she cannot do in the world. B, she is still young, and she doesn't like fist fights, so she has no possibility of resistance.

Qing Yan laughed in his heart: "How to clean up? Curse half of his life?"

On the contrary, Xuan Yi was stunned by the question. If he didn't ask, she felt that she had a bad idea to manipulate Fu Cang; when he asked, she felt that she had actually lost badly every time. To be honest, she doesn't know what result she wants, it seems that she just wants to see Fu Cang trembling with anger but can't do anything about her, unfortunately so far most of their situations are reversed.

Qingyan rubbed her hair, put her down suddenly, turned around and walked towards Fu Cang, cupped his hands and said: "Shen Jun Fu Cang, just now that move of sword energy and dragon transformation opened my eyes, it really is very powerful. I heard that your adornment The sword is the treasured sword of heaven, Chunjun, can you lend me a look?"

Fu Cang met his eyes, and the little dragon Lord looked at him with that thoughtful gaze again, his gaze moved back and landed on Xuan Yi, Princess Dragon was smiling at him maliciously.

He withdrew his gaze, a little annoyed and amused, and immediately untied Chunjun and offered it with both hands, but he felt that Qingyan grabbed the scabbard with great force. He clenched the hilt of the sword calmly, shook off the scabbard with a flick of his wrist, and the next moment, Qingyan grabbed the sharp sword with his bare hands again.

With the power of Chun Jun, he tightly grasped the blade of the sword with his bare hands, not to mention breaking a few fingers, but also hurting the skin and tendons. Unexpectedly, Qingyan didn't even have a small cut in his hand, he lowered his head to look at the blade of the sword solemnly, then turned his dark eyes to Fu Cang's face, and smiled lightly: "Good sword!"

He loosened his fingers slowly, Fu Cang shook his wrist again, put Chun Jun back into the scabbard again, and nodded as a signal.

Qing Yan turned back and picked up Xuan Yi again, said lightly: "This time the spirit officials are all here, next time I will help you vent your anger."

Xuan Yi scratched his face with his fingers, didn't care, just smiled softly: "I don't believe it if you brag."

Qing Yan's voice softened: "Go back, Qi Nan is in a hurry."

Xuan Yi nodded.

The spirit officers over there also helped Yanxia up from the ground. Now that she is a mortal, the insanity cannot last for too long, otherwise her memory will be easily confused. The spirit officer flicked her forehead lightly, and she immediately Trembling slightly, half awake.

Just as she was about to send her home, Yanxia suddenly called softly as if dreaming: "Shaoyi..."

This unexpected sentence made the gods stunned for a moment. It is impossible for her to have memories of when she was in the upper realm at this time. What is the reason for the word "Shaoyi"?

Shaoyi turned around and walked quietly to her side. She had already opened her eyes. The time of the insanity spell this time was too long. She was still in a dream, looking around dully and blankly, as if suddenly remembering something. Pale and trembling, he said, "Where is this? Zidu? Zidu?"

Close at hand, a gentle sigh sounded, and the figure in front of him swayed like ink, and finally condensed into a handsome **** wearing a black long robe with a fiery red orb on his forehead. He seemed helpless, guilty, and amused, staring at her with soft eyes all over the sky.

Yan Xia stared at him blankly, and murmured, "You are..."

Shaoyi stretched out his arms, hugged her tightly in his arms, stroked her long hair one by one, tears rolled down from her eyes involuntarily, and dripped down the white snow along his hair.

"I'm sorry." His voice was low, as low as the slightest breeze~www.wuxiaspot.com~I'm sorry. "

Everything was silent. I don't know how long it took, the tears in Yanxia's eyes finally stopped gradually, a look of relief appeared on her face, and a few fine halos flew out from between her brows, like her last tear, dissipating on her cheeks.

The gloomy look between her brows could no longer be seen, her eyes closed slowly, and she fell into a deep sleep again.

The spirit officials couldn't help but marvel, Xuan Yi couldn't help asking: "What is the light spot overflowing from between her eyebrows just now?"

Qing Yan said in a low voice: "This is the cause and fate for her to end. After this life, she can return to the upper world. At that time, her spirituality will increase greatly, and it will also be of great benefit to her cultivation."

A woman is infatuated, and what she asks for is just a little real apology.

Xuan Yi was still curious: "Since you can improve your cultivation, why can't everyone go to the lower realms to fulfill their karma?"

Qing Yan shook his head: "You are thinking, where do so many picket spirit officers come to guard? Besides, the lower realm of the gods is a calamity, and those gods who pursue the immortality of their nature have always gone through hundreds of reincarnations in the lower realm. There is no end to it, so that those who have lost their spirituality can only go to the lower realm to end this karma, and this is how you, senior sister."

Shaoyi slowly put Yanxia on the ground, stood up and sighed, turned his head and saw that Qingyan seemed to be leaving, he suddenly said: "Mr. Xiaolong, the cultivation is lonely and lonely, you have to hold on."

Qing Yan acted as if he hadn't heard of it, strode out of the crypt, and went away against the wind.

———【Author’s Words】——

I don’t know if it will be late in the afternoon tomorrow, so please pay attention to my Weibo updates. Sore throat and high and low fever for two days, my mother asked me if it hurts to swallow something, I don't think my throat hurts when I swallow something, but my ears hurt badly... Maybe it's really otitis media? =. =