I couldn't refuse my arch-nemesis' courtship today.

Xuan Ying's movements were extremely fast, and he got close to Shen Shimian in a split second. Others covered their mouths from the front, but he directly wrapped one arm around his chest and one hand around his neck to cover his mouth. Baba warned, "Don't tell me."

Shen Shimian's muscles tensed up instantly. No one had ever approached him so close from behind. In the past, he was the one who hugged Xuan Ying and suddenly changed positions. He relied on his excellent self-control to restrain his instinctive counterattack. It took a while to relax.

Xuan Ying repelled him from talking about things related to Shenqing and his life experience. In the past, he was just talking about it, but today he acted quickly and directly stopped it.

If you don't want to hear it, why do you still ask the female demon cultivator? If you want to know, why do you refuse to communicate with yourself as the person involved?

Xuan Ying was still shrouded in layers of fog in his eyes, so far he was able to peel off only a small part of what he touched.

But those are not important, as long as Xuan Ying's feelings for him are true, he doesn't care about the rest.

Shen Shimian lowered his eyelashes, he could see Xuan Ying's hand under his eyes, the warm and slightly rough calluses of his fingertips pressed against his cheek skin, his lips moved, "Why don't you want to hear it?"

The voice was muffled by the palm, and it came out a little distorted. Shen Shimian's lips brushed Xuan Ying's palm between the opening and closing of his lips. The cool air brought a hint of itchiness. Shen Shimian put his back on his back, playing tricks, "I don't want to listen to him, and I'm not allowed to say a word."

His unreasonable attitude has always made Shen Shimian helpless, so he had to put aside the matter of Shen Qing, and concentrate on dealing with He Yunzhen's disaster, "What does Ah Ying think about the Gods Locking Formation?"

Xuan Ying was still hanging on his back, and he knew that Shen Shimian was not holding onto him, and he was relieved, as if he liked Shen Shimian more, and the more he got along, the more satisfied he became, why didn't he think Shen Shimian was so good earlier.

He coughed lightly, "I don't know the formation like you, so I'll listen to your opinion."

After leaving the dangerous topic, Xuan Ying became obedient again, and Shen Shimian shook his head secretly, not bothering with him for the time being, "The number of eyes in the formation is the same as that of the people who set up the formation. The more people who set up the formation, the more eyes there will be. Therefore, the higher the cultivation level of the formation of the gods of the gods, the less the number, the more unbreakable it will be."

This principle is easy to understand. Instead of using a bunch of mobs to set up formations, resulting in too many formations, which are easy to be found and defeated one by one, of course, each formation must use a powerful monk, which is more powerful than expensive.

Luo Chan is very willing, he and Xuanjiangmen and Lingxiao Pavilion treat the sword soul differently, and they don't concentrate on one person, so that after the person who carries the sword soul dies miserably, he has to change a "container" every once in a while. It's spread on a few people to improve the cultivation base of his subordinates, which can not only buy people's hearts, but also improve one's own strength.

Then use the increased strength to continuously collect the rest of the sword souls, and this is like a snowball, and Luo Chan's power is strong to the point where it is today.

The only fly in the ointment is that when you want to concentrate the sword soul, the current "temporary container" will be completely useless, which is why Xuanjiangmen and Lingxiao Pavilion do not do this.

Xuan Ying sighed, squeezed the two hands that were still around Shen Shimian's chest, and made a clear voice, "Let's go, we will meet them."

It took a long time to talk, but in fact their conversation was only for a short while. As soon as they stepped out of the other courtyard that was originally maintained by an enchantment, the fog outside was thicker. Compared with the white fog at the beginning, the current fog seems to be flowing with a touch of red. , Xuan Ying smelled the smell of killing and blood.

A stranger stumbled out of the white mist, his face full of panic, Xuan Ying, as a sword repairman, intuitively sensed the aura of the same kind, turned his hand, and a small broken flying sword appeared in the palm of his hand, blocking him in front of him.

The man was already startled like a bird, but when he bumped into two strangers suddenly, he was even more like facing a formidable enemy, the spirit sword in his hand was pointing at them, but he didn't shake his hand, although his cultivation was low, he was quite stable.

According to the characteristics of the Heavens Locking Soul Formation, the higher the cultivation level, the more affected people will be, especially those who have killed too much and are more likely to lose their minds.

Xuan Ying and Shen Shimian sized him up for a moment, and deliberately let out a trace of sword energy, and the man relaxed a little, "Sword repair?"

The sword repairer paid the most attention to the sword, and then his eyes moved to the small broken flying sword in Xuan Ying's hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

As a sword cultivator, even a child who has just started would not use such a broken sword. How poor this man is, thinking about him going to see Shen Shimian again, but it is a pity that Shen Shimian didn't have a sword. He couldn't see it. Find out.

Xuan Ying had a lazy expression on his face, "Is someone chasing you?"

Before the man opened his mouth and had time to answer, several figures ran out of the dense fog. His face suddenly became gloomy, and he gritted his teeth, "Damn it!"

The eyes of the next few people were bloodshot, their expressions were fear mixed with madness, and their cultivation bases were about the late stage of entry.

The man who ran out first gritted his teeth, "You two, I am He Miao from the Izumo Sword Sect. Since we are both sword cultivators, we are grasshoppers on the same rope at this time. Why don't we join hands? I will not treat you two badly."

Later, a few people also noticed the sword energy, excited like a hyena smelling blood, and the thought of catching a few more sword repairmen and handing them over in exchange for a chance to leave He Yun Town occupied their minds, and they rushed forward immediately.

He Miao was in a hurry, and the spirit sword attacked the pursuer later, but before his spirit sword touched the opponent's spiritual power, he saw a bright sword glow flashing past him, slashing at the enemy, and several people on the opposite side groaned. Without humming, he was knocked out by Jianmang.

Xuan Ying did not hurt their lives.

He Miao was stunned, and swallowed her saliva. She never expected that a person with such a broken spirit sword would have such an astonishing cultivation.

In a dazed effort, Xuan Ying had already walked in front of him, "There is an enchantment in the courtyard here, you can go in and hide for a while."

He Miao nodded again in a daze, subconsciously said, "Great kindness..."

Xuan Ying didn't listen to what he said, time was running out, he casually pushed He Miao into the other courtyard, and dragged Shen Shimian away.

He Miao's vest was already soaked in cold sweat, and he didn't feel good about escaping from the dead. Now that he entered the enchantment, he felt that the cold feeling like maggots attached to the bones brought by the gods of the heavens was slightly dispelled, and he was irritable and addicted. The feeling of killing is also isolated.

Then he frowned. Since the enchantment here is so strong, why did the two leave?Thinking of a certain possibility, He Miao had hope in his eyes.

The few people in the nuclear boat couldn't see the outside world, and the spiritual weapon temporarily isolated the influence of the gods of the heavens, and they stood on the deck looking at each other.

Liang Fu was naturally worried and felt a little guilty, "Isn't it not good for us to hide inside like this and leave Senior Brother and Junior Brother Shen to face it alone?"

He Changsheng has no burden, "It won't help you if you go out."

Liang Fu thought of his ability, "Why don't you calculate whether we can survive this disaster?"

But He Changsheng shook his head, "It doesn't count if it involves my own safety."

Xuan Zhen remained silent, since he came out of Yun Nuan Pavilion, he basically didn't say anything, Liang Fu couldn't get used to this kind of Second Senior Brother, so he asked him carefully, "Second Senior Brother, why did you attack Junior Brother Shen?"

A glint of gloom flashed in Xuanzhen's eyes, and he avoided the serious ones, "I don't like him, I want to teach him a lesson."

Liang Fu didn't doubt the reason, "Hey, why bother? In the past, it was fine for senior brother to fight against him every day. Now senior brother has let go and likes junior brother Shen. Why do we as junior brothers make trouble for him?"

Xuanjiang Sect and Lingxiao Pavilion are both leaders of the Immortal Sect. From Liang Fu's point of view, there should be no problem with Xuan Ying and Shen Shimian being together. The identity is more suitable than Chen Qingquan, but the two of them were not at odds in the past.

Xuan Zhen glared at him, "Brother has unavoidable difficulties."

"Sorry?" Liang Fu said in amazement, "What can he have? I really haven't seen anyone who can force him to do something that the elder brother doesn't want, unless the master forced him to do it."

Eldest brother is not afraid of heaven and earth, only Master and his mother can make him shy and make concessions.

Liang Fu, who accidentally told the truth, failed to wake up Xuanzhen who was in a dead end. He was stabbed in the pain by the words forced by his master, "In short, senior brother will not be with Shen Shimian. Blame me."

He blamed himself, Liang Fu was at a loss, and muttered to himself, what kind of stimulation did Second Senior Brother suffer, and ran to kidnap Junior Brother Shen for such an inexplicable reason?

Liang Fu became more and more worried, "Second Senior Brother, do you like Junior Brother Shen?"

He couldn't help but think of what He Changsheng said casually.

Xuanzhen was almost so angry that his injury relapsed due to this sentence, but he couldn't explain the logic of the behavior inside, so he waved his hand weakly to deny this statement, "Don't talk to me first."

He was afraid that Liang Fu would be unaware of being mad at him.

Liang Fu was relieved, as long as the two senior brothers didn't engage in any vulgar drama of fighting for one person, everything would be fine.

Xuanzhen caressed his mustard seed bag lightly, with some hesitation on his expression, he had an emergency message talisman that could directly contact Xuan Qingzi, but it was used by Xuan Qingzi to let him keep an eye on Xuan Ying to prevent Xuan Ying from going apostate, and now he met Dangerous, not Xuan Ying's abnormality, he couldn't make up his mind.

After rubbing his fingers for a while, he still let go of the mustard bag, and said to himself, look at the situation again, maybe the people who set up the formation can find the target they want and they can get away.

In Heyun Town outside, most people found hidden places to hide, only some people with poor concentration or already bloodthirsty people were aroused by the desire to kill by the gods, and they were looking for prey everywhere.

Xuan Ying and Shen Shimian got very close, and Shen Shimian's cold fingers clasped Xuan Ying's warm palm. In the increasingly red mist, Xuan Ying felt in a trance that they were the only ones left in the world who depended on each other. Not a bad feeling either.

They passed by Yunnuan Pavilion, the originally bright and beautiful courtyard became bleak due to lack of popularity, but they didn't look at it much.

Along the way, Xuan Ying knocked out many casual cultivators who wanted to attack them, so that Shen Shimian could concentrate on sensing the direction of the spiritual power flow in the formation, so that he could find the eye of the formation and solve the problem as soon as possible. thing.

The sword energy passing through the red mist is like the sunshine in the early morning, splitting the gloom and evil energy. Tomorrow Sword Art is the most righteous sword art. Just like its name, tomorrow will always be full of hope.

——It is a perfect match for Xuan Ying, he is the kind of person who can split all darkness.

While Shen Shimian was looking for the eyes of the formation, the rest of his mind was tied to Xuan Ying. In the past, when he saw Xuan Ying draw his sword, he basically pointed at him. There were also surprises, but most of them were injured by the sword energy. Anger and sadness.

But now he can stand beside this person as a Taoist companion and is accepted.

Sweeping the red line of the little finger from the corner of the eye, their hands were so close together, the corner of Shen Shimian's mouth twitched into a light smile, looking at the heavenly lock god array in the sky, his eyes darkened.

On the day Xuan Ying rescued him, he was standing on the edge of the abyss, just a little bit away from doom, but Xuan Ying, who was supposed to be thousands of miles away, suddenly appeared, so the "person" named Shen Shimian barely survived, and was captured. Hanging by a ridiculous rope, if Hyun Won lets go of him, he'll keep falling into that abyss.

Therefore, no one can destroy all of this. Survival is a human instinct.

"Keep moving forward." Shen Shimian directed Xuan Ying to continue approaching the eye of the formation. I don't know if it was an illusion. As they moved forward, the fog around them became thicker and thicker.

At first it was just that kind of mist, which can be penetrated by sight, and then it turned into a thick blood mist. Even if you spread your consciousness, you can only perceive a small area around it.

"I'm a little irritable," Xuan Ying suddenly frowned and said, his eyes were a little red, "I want to kill someone."

Shen Shimian squeezed his hand, the body temperature lower than that of ordinary people brought a trace of clarity, "When you get close to the eye of the array, the influence of the God Lock Array will become stronger, and it is normal for you to have a bloodthirsty desire to kill , don't think about it, once the killing ring is activated, it will only become more and more bloodthirsty, and finally become a slave to the formation."

Xuan Ying understood this truth, so he just knocked people out along the way. He took a deep breath and looked at Shen Shimian's cold face again. Under the influence of the god-locking array, who would have thought that the life-saving and immortal state would have a better effect.

Shen Shimian suddenly turned his face and caught Xuan Ying who was peeping. Xuan Ying immediately averted his eyes, refusing to admit that he relied on Shen Shimian's presence to suppress his inner irritability all the way.

Xuan Ying is a human being, not a god, so the Heavenly Locking God Formation will not have any influence on him at all. The white beads spontaneously circulate in the dantian, arousing the fragments of the sword soul to resist the erosion of the blood mist.

But as long as you look at the people around you, the desire to kill will recede, and your heart will be occupied by joy and satisfaction. When you feel happy, the attraction of killing will naturally fade infinitely.

Shen Shimian blinked, wiped off the reddish droplets of mist that condensed on Xuan Ying's temples with his empty hand, and said close to Xuan Ying's ear, "I like Ah Ying's expression now, your expression is always better than your words More honest."

Xuan Ying was a little annoyed by being exposed, the irritability just now further weakened his existence, his eyes became clearer, he vaguely understood that Shen Shimian used this method to help him stay awake, and for a while, he didn't know whether to thank him or annoy him.

In the increasingly red mist, someone's voice sounded, "Hey, I actually found this place."

At the same time, the red mist surged in front of them, outlining a human figure, "It seems that you are the ones His Majesty is looking for."

The opponent was one of the four beginners who set up the formation. Shen Shimian's formation skills were really terrifying, and he almost accurately found the formation's eye at the fastest speed.

Xuan Ying was puzzled for a moment, when did Shen Shimian, who had been following Shen Yun's will and working hard to practice Tomorrow's Sword Jue, have such a strong formation and technique attainment, and he kept it so well that Xuan Ying kept it secret. Thought he was pretty good.

But now it seems that the opponent's proficiency in the art formation can be summed up in more than two words?

No one knows better than Xuan Ying how difficult it is to practice tomorrow's sword art. How much effort he spent cultivating to the fourth level, and Shen Shimian also has a third level of cultivation, so the opponent seems a little scary.

But now is not the time to talk about this, he puts his energy on the person in front of him.

The cultivator guarding the front of the formation did not wait for a reply, and snorted coldly, "Be obedient and capture him with nothing, and we will let He Yunzhen go."

The rebellion in Xuan Ying's bones came out again, and he deliberately said, "What does He Yunzhen have to do with me, why should I sacrifice my life for a group of irrelevant people?"

The man choked for a moment, as if he didn't expect Xuan Ying to speak so heartlessly and casually.

"Aren't you the sword cultivators of Xuanjiangmen? Xuanjiangmen claims to be the number one sword sect in the immortal way. Their disciples try to save their lives when encountering such a thing. If it spreads out, you don't need to gain a foothold in the realm of cultivation. You might as well follow him obediently." Let's go." The man's tone was serious, full of confidence.

Xuan Ying's heart skipped a beat, but he saw a few staggering figures not far away, who seemed to be casual cultivators who had stumbled in by mistake.

The man laughed strangely, "It's just in time, you can repeat your bold words with these fellow Taoists."

The intruding casual cultivators were on guard against each other, and they also had crazy storms accumulating in their eyes, but because of their low cultivation base, they were not greatly affected by the Heavens Locking God Formation, but their expressions were quite irritable, like a wooden barrel full of oil. It takes a little spark to burn and burst.

The man unceremoniously offered Mars, "Fellow daoists, we set up the heavenly lock formation just to catch the disciples of Xuanjiangmen in front of us. It has nothing to do with you. It's a pity that they don't want to carry forward the righteous way of the No. [-] Sword Sect." The people who were captured with nothing but sacrificed themselves to save the whole town can only make it difficult for you to continue to stay in the battle."

His tone was full of cat-and-mouse malice, and the faces of the later casual cultivators changed drastically, apparently because they had heard the evil name of the Gods of the Gods Locking Formation, and they all stared at Xuan Ying and Shen Shimian with unkind expressions.

Only one young boy showed confusion, "What is the Heavenly Locking Array?"

It's a pity that no one has time to answer him.

Xuan Ying held the little broken flying sword and didn't care, "No matter who I am in front of, I, Xuan Ying, dare to do what I do, and no one will force me to sacrifice my life to save irrelevant people."

The eyes of those casual cultivators were even more fierce, except for the young man, they all gathered towards Xuan Ying.

Shen Shimian's eyes were cold, "It's ridiculous." In front of the culprit, no one wanted to break the battle, but only wanted to grab what the other party asked for in exchange for their lives.

The young man opened his mouth, he thought the same, but those people almost lost their minds, his cultivation base was too low, and he was powerless to stop him, so he couldn't help biting his lips in shame.

Xuan Ying didn't care about these people at all. Before the encirclement circle was formed, the young man saw the frightening sword light dispelling the red mist, and the fierce and terrifying sword power swept all around. Jianjue's sword power is amazing, and there is nothing else in his heart and eyes.

Those casual cultivators who tried to besiege Xuan Ying were all stunned by the sword force, and the young man also felt a little weak in his legs and couldn't breathe for a long time.

Xuan Ying glanced at him, driving his spiritual power to push him out, the young man's vision was once again occupied by the mist, and he could no longer see the two handsome monks and the strange red mist figure.

The figure turned into a red mist was silent for a moment, "Hehe, it turned out that you were duplicity, and you also said that you don't want to save people, but you can't even kill people."

Xuan Ying put on a relaxed look, and said with a smile, "Isn't it what you want if I start the killing ring?"

Killing people will make him lose his mind and be controlled by the desire to kill. If he becomes mad, the whole Heyun Town will not be enough to kill him, and then he will not be able to speak clearly with a hundred mouths.

The man laughed strangely again, "It seems that he is still awake."

Xuan Ying was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and took out all the remaining small broken flying swords from the mustard bag, and ordered them to surround them.

For a while, the air was occupied by small broken flying swords, densely packed, and the figures of the red mist swept over these inferior broken flying swords disdainfully, and laughed at him, "Dangtang Xuanjiangmen is so poor that they can't even afford a decent flying sword."

He hit Xuan Ying's sore foot by mistake. The wealth that was consumed like running water and the spiritual sword that could never be left were eternal pain in his heart. Didn't he want to have a magical weapon in his hand?

Xuan Ying stopped smiling, and stretched out his hand to Shen Shimian again, without looking back, "Lend me the sword soul."

Shen Shimian understood, and pressed the spiritual acupoint on his wrist, Xuan Ying's spiritual veins instantly connected with Shen Shimian's demonic veins, and the sword souls in the two of them resonated with the sword energy of Tomorrow's Sword Art.

With Shen Shimian as the backing, Xuan Ying manipulated hundreds of small broken flying swords and slashed at the figure in the red mist with doubled sword energy.

There was only a scream, and the figures of the red mist collapsed, and Xuanying's hundreds of small broken flying swords were all shattered into powder because the sword energy of Tomorrow Sword Art was too domineering and full.

The red mist figure is the incarnation of the formation builders, and his sudden collapse also caused great harm to the formation builders.

But because of the operation of the Heavenly Locking Array, the cultivation bases of the other three people can rush over to help him recover.

After a while, the voice gnashed his teeth again, "I underestimated you, Xuanjiangmen hid you really well."

There was no smile in Xuan Ying's eyes anymore, so many small broken flying swords were shattered in one breath, he didn't show it on his face, but he was very distressed, he really lost all of them.

Shen Shimian turned over his mustard seed bag, looked at Xuan Ying's empty hand, Shen Shimian blesses his heart, and instantly understood his mood - Ah Ying has no sword to use.

Despite such a serious atmosphere, Shen Shimian couldn't help laughing. His own sword was named Ao Yuan. Seeing this situation, he handed Ao Yuan to Xuan Ying without hesitation, "Ah Ying use this."

Xuan Ying held Ao Yuan, his eyes were a bit strange, he and Shen Shimian often fought, oh no, they fought each other, and naturally suffered a lot from Ao Yuan, never thought that there would be a day when Ao Yuan would be held in his hands.

Xuan Ying thought about Ao Yuan's worth, and then looked at Shen Shimian, whose eyes were full of connivance. He didn't know what decision he had made. A heavy debt, I don't know if Shen Shimian will vomit less blood because they are currently Taoist couples.

Then... let's make a quick decision, and try to solve it before Ao Yuan falls into his hands and is scrapped, lest Shen Shimian's precious spiritual sword follow in the footsteps of Xuan Ying's precious spiritual swords.

Here, the novice monk who had just been incarnated by the red mist in his eyes suddenly felt that Xuan Ying, who had changed his sword, had an even more terrifying aura.