I have a passive skill.

Sure enough, the next moment a icy sword light ripped open the fireball, cutting it in half!

However, the fireball is not an entity after all, even if it is cut, it will recover in an instant.

The one on the other side was also trembling, and it was obvious that Cenchov inside was also struggling crazily. However, in the case of the elastic self-healing of the fireball, the situation was also not optimistic.

"This is too disgusting."

Xu Xiaoshou could even empathize with the despair of the two of them. If he was trapped like this, he might not know how to break the situation.

"Perhaps besides the small fireball technique, there are more moves waiting to be developed?" Xu Xiaoshou thought to himself.

In fact, he already had the idea of ​​re-emphasizing "cooking proficiency", and seeing Sang Lao's tricks today, he felt even more urgent.

As long as it is used well, even in battle, "cooking proficiency" is not weaker than "sword proficiency" at all!

Fireballs fluttered and dotted the night sky silently, and everyone saw the hope of victory.

Burning with such a terrifying high temperature, even if the time is only delayed by a few seconds, it will still cause great harm to the two people inside.

Sang Lao stared at his "Long Rongjie" intently. To be honest, he still didn't have the confidence to trap the two of them so easily.

After a short while, the struggle inside the two fireballs stopped at the same time, and the wriggling and deformed "Longfujie" also calmed down in due course.

The few people onlookers were startled, this was the calm before the storm.

The two are going to fight back!

Why can't Elder Sang see such a thought?

Almost at the moment when the fireball stopped moving, he sneered, and then his spirit energy exploded in an instant, and he swung his fists violently.

"burst!"

boom!boom!

The two loud shattering sounds immediately dyed the night into a bright white.

The terrifying temperature was out of control, and it rushed in all directions, and a large area of ​​grass and trees on the back mountain withered and died in an instant.

The explosion involved a lot, not only the inner courtyard, but also the outer courtyard were affected.

The trees died of thirst, the rivers and lakes were steaming with mist, and the fat geese playing in the goose lake flew up one by one, but fell into the scalding lake again.

Everyone looked up at the sky at the same time. On this restless night, even the newly admitted disciples realized something was wrong.

"Wang Law Enforcement, is this really just a martial arts trial for the brothers?"

"Ah."

"Are you sure you're not lying? Can you do this level of explosion?"

""

"say something?"

"Shut up and go to sleep!"

The mountain behind the inner courtyard.

"Cough cough!"

After the explosion, a hoarse cough made everyone's pupils shrink.

"Under such an attack, still not dead?"

Xu Xiao was shocked, did this masked man belong to Xiaoqiang?

He waited and watched, and found that this guy still had the familiar sword intent of disconnected threads.

This is as if Sang Lao's attack is the same as the attack he launched before, which can be disabled, but it seems that he has reached a limit and can no longer break through.

It seems impossible to want the masked man to be blown to pieces?

"How come?" Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled.

The attacks of the two are not at the same level at all!

"What kind of weird magic is this?"

Looking at the sword intent like a broken root, Xu Xiaoshou's mind became active.

If the sword will have such an effect, then he must give it a try.

Elder Sang seemed not surprised that the masked man survived, he looked straight to the other side, which was where Cenchov was.

A staggering figure stood in the void, with a hunched back and gray hair, as if his lifespan had been completely burned, and his face was extremely old.

His hand holding the ax seemed to be shaking, and the flames on his body never stopped.

"Okay, boy, something"

Xu Xiaoshou almost burst out laughing, he lost his temper after being beaten!

Looking at the angry look on the old man's face, he looked like he wanted to but didn't dare to, it's just too much!

The other people also looked happy. The guy before was like a nightmare. He chopped everyone's heads with an axe.

Unexpectedly, when he met Sang Lao, he was beaten so badly that he lost his temper.

"The woodcutter, let's go."

The masked man was also burning beautifully. He didn't want to stay any longer. After speaking, he turned to Sang Lao and said:

"It's over, can we leave?"

"can."

Elder Sang supported the straw hat and nodded, "People can leave, but the sword stays."

"Oh, the trend of the times, I will take this sword. If you keep it, your spiritual palace will also be uneasy. Do you want to come out every night and walk like this?"

Old Sang was silent.

The masked man's words are true, and this is also what he is worried about.

The public opinion in the mainland is everywhere, the current strength of the Linggong is really not enough to preserve this famous sword, and it may bring about a catastrophe.

The scene became quiet for a while, Xu Xiaoshou turned his head to look at Elder Qiao, and said:

"They know each other well?"

The appearance of speaking like this does not look like an enemy, but more like the exchange of acquaintances.

Thinking back to the fight that night before, even if Sang Lao appeared, he didn't seem to have fought with the masked man.

Could it be

"A love affair?"

With a bang sound, Xu Xiaoshou suffered another shudder, and Qiaoqian glanced at Jiang Bianyan without leaving any trace, as if hesitating.

Jiang Bianyan really cared about it. In his opinion, "Holy Slave" was already an organization that had to be suppressed. If Sang Lao had an affair with it

"It's true."

Xiao Qixiu spoke from one side.

Since someone from the younger generation clarified it, it would be even better, and there is no need to wait for someone to explain it to the Holy Spirit Hall.

"As far as I know, the two should have known each other a long time ago, but, as you just said."

He looked at Xu Xiaoshou, and continued: "The way is different, so don't conspire with each other."

"Then let him go?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.

Xiao Qixiu froze for a moment, did this kid do it on purpose or

Don't know if there are outsiders here?Each one is such a sharp question.

"Can you keep it?"

Ye Xiaotian suddenly said: "Cen Qiaofu didn't use his strength, everyone can see that the masked man has decided to go, and obviously he doesn't want to fight."

"If we really want to start a war, I'm afraid we will attract powerful people from all sides in no time." He glanced at Jiangbianyan with a deep meaning in his eyes.

Jiang Bianyan was frightened, this guy

Isn't it just that there are fewer people coming, as for holding grudges like this?

But he knew what Ye Xiaotian said.

There had already been a lot of movement in the previous battle for the throne, and if the three of them really wanted to fight to the death at this time, I am afraid that the white clothes of the Holy Spirit Hall would arrive unexpectedly.

At that time, it was really difficult for the "Holy Slave" to escape.

However, these two people are obviously not stupid, they will wait until that moment comes?

Jiang Bianyan smiled wryly, if he had taken the request letter seriously, the situation tonight would have been different.

"Pity"

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Chapter 212 Wen Ming, do you want to follow me?

In the sea of ​​dry red phantom flowers and millet, in the ruins of the damaged spiritual site.

Su Qianqian hugged Rao Yinyin who had regained her calm breath, her expression depressed.

She stared blankly at the sword in the masked man's hand above the sky, her eyes full of reluctance.

Because of the choice of a sword, his family was destroyed.

Because I wanted to choose that sword, more people who cherished me were implicated and died.

Even the master was almost gone, if Mr. Sang hadn't appeared in time, I'm afraid even Brother Xiaoshou would have...

Su Qianqian's clenched fist couldn't be loosened at all, and she also wanted to be relieved, but...

It's hard!

She could hear the masked man's words clearly, and she had even thought about it before, but the sword bearer must face death, this is what grandpa said to her.

"grandfather……"

Thinking gradually shifted, Su Qianqian thought of her father, her family, and what the masked man said when he held the sword.

"is it my fault?"

The eyelashes trembled, and big teardrops dripped on Rao Yinyin's jade face and melted at the corners of her lips.

Rao Yinyin's beautiful eyes opened, and her slender hands touched Su Qianqian's face.

She gently scraped off the blood on the little girl's forehead, her voice was a little weak, but she was very firm:

"Guarding is always accompanied by sacrifice. Achievement is because there is love in the heart. People who are alive will always have unhappiness, but because of this, you are more worthy!"

She shook her head slightly.

"Don't be sad."

Su Qianqian's sad expression never stopped, and she said with tears like rain: "But I don't want the sword, I want them all here!"

Rao Yinyin held her cheeks, her eyes were full of tenderness, this little girl who pretended to be strong finally let go of all her defenses.

She said softly: "Sometimes, we have no choice."

"I hate this sword, I hate them..."

Su Qianqian wailed loudly and buried her face in Rao Yinyin's chest.

Rao Yinyin patted her on the shoulder backhand, Yurong was bitter.

She opened her palms, and there was dried blood on them, which was left in the ruins.

Among the deep red, there seems to be a red light flowing, outlining a vague outline:

It appeared to be a naked woman in shackles, hugging her knees and weeping.

Rao Yinyin sighed silently, the spirit essence emerged, and the blood was removed, and the red lines disappeared in an instant.

She touched the back of the little girl's head and said softly, "Cry, vent your pain and dissatisfaction."

"Sometimes, it's not your fault, it's the world!"

……