I heard that Xiandao No.1 was dumped

There are turbulent emotions in Dao Xunzi's eyes, with a bit of disbelief, what is this feeling like being in the depths of hell and never being reborn?

But he didn't care much about it, turning the white bones in his hands.

At this moment, Dao Xunzi seemed to have completely turned into a statue, his face was snow-white, and his whole body was lifeless, except for a pair of eyes that seemed to be on fire, with crazy scorching heat.

The two fought dozens of moves in a flash, wanting to have the potential of landslides and landslides.

The sword in Nanming's hand did not know when to bring out an indescribable sword energy, like a thick fog that could not be melted, and surrounded Dao Xunzi bit by bit, but Dao Xunzi knew that it was not sword energy, It's sword intent!Almost condensed into a real sword intent.

Dao Xunzi's eyes and pupils suddenly shrank because of the approaching sword, but his hand holding the bone was extremely stable.

His person is sharper and fiercer than a sword.

I don't know if the white bones are made of some kind of monster or human bones. They are clearly not sharp, but they can resist the sharp and boundless sword.

Nan Ming was originally a very beautiful person, but when he held the sword with a vigorous murderous aura, he seemed too cold and solemn, and his whole body was full of murderous aura.

When the two swords intersected, Nanming sneered, and the black mist surrounding the sword in his hand became more dense.

The sword was already approaching Dao Xunzi's chest, how could this white bone full of resentful spirits be able to block it...

But Dao Xunzi still blocked it.

It is not the bone that is strong, but the person who holds it!

Nan Ming seemed to sneer, his eyes were three parts cold, three parts sneering, and four parts careless, the hilt of the sword in his hand turned slightly, and the girl Xu Ying, who carried the breath of hell, seemed to be holding such a sword in her hand.

Frost and cold fourteen states with one sword!What is cold is not the sword, but the sword intent, the sword intent that is cold to the bone.

……

The white mist dissipated, blood was everywhere, and Dao Xunzi was actually rescued from under his nose.

Nan Ming's complexion was cloudy, and he was as cold as if he could not help but destroy the world if he felt unhappy.

A series of blood beads slid down from the edge of the sword, and dripped to the ground under his feet in an instant.Nan Ming lowered his head silently, staring at the bloodstains at his feet, finally let out a sneer, and coldly flicked off the dots of bright red on Bing Leng Ren's body, forcing him to use the hidden sword in Mo Yuanqin, this Xunzi is also a strange person However, the urge to destroy cannot be suppressed no matter what.

"Nanming!"

The cold and mellow voice broke Nan Ming's condensed cold air field, and the hell atmosphere lingering around Nan Ming in Shen Guhong's eyes just now dissipated, and the phantom of the girl floating in the midair above the sword also disappeared.

Nan Ming tilted his head, his tone was lazy, and he asked indifferently: "What advice does the Immortal have?"

Shen Guhong was slightly blocked by Nanming's unfamiliar tone, but his face was as calm as a wave, and he gave serious instructions, and said in a deep voice: "This sword has a strong evil spirit, it's better to use it sparingly."

There was a mocking smile on the corner of Nan Ming's mouth, and he looked at him quietly, with a very strange expression on his brows and eyes, Shen Guhong didn't know what he was thinking, maybe he shouldn't know either.

Nan Ming smiled slightly, holding his sword tightly in his hand, and said: "The evil sword that used to sacrifice thousands of people's blood just to awaken the sword spirit is naturally very evil. I started to know swords at the age of one, and practiced swords. The sword has been used for more than a thousand years, and the sword I practiced every day for the first ten years is the sword in the mouth of the immortal."

"But you are Nanming."

Nan Ming was stunned for a while, but when he didn't realize it, the corner of his mouth slightly hooked, and he smiled inadvertently: "This seat is naturally Nan Ming, but so what?"

He raised the long sword in his hand to his eyes for a closer look, it was dark, long and narrow, hiding a murderous aura.

He chuckled lightly, put away the sword, put it back into the piano, and put it back into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Nan Ming is not a murderer." Shen Guhong looked at him with calm eyes, and said coldly.

Shen Guhong shouldn't have said these things, but as an incarnation outside the body with only one soul and one soul, he suppressed his own heart less, so that he unconsciously revealed more true feelings.

"This seat is the Demon Cultivator." Nan Ming had already approached the formation that bound Shen Guhong, and couldn't help feeling a little regretful that he was not proficient in the formation.

The edge of the dark red bloodstain hurt his eyes a little, and for the first time Nan Ming felt that the bright red color was not so pretty.

"Shen Guhong, can you come out by yourself?" Xu Shi was confused, but his words were subconsciously softened a lot.

"No..." Before Shen Guhong could say anything, he saw Nan Ming take out something from the space. It looked like a hammer in a daze, and the hammer seemed to be covered with stars. Take a closer look. , only to find that those glowing lights are not stars, but runes, and it is this weird hammer that taps lightly on the barrier of the formation, and this very delicate formation... shatters into slag up.

Nan Ming raised his eyebrows in surprise at the ease of use of this thing, and at the same time explained to the other party in a good mood: "It is produced by the young master of the Tianji Pavilion, and it is quite easy to use. If it is not his natal magic weapon , I want to take it for myself.”

Of course, this little hammer was sponsored by Mo Yunfan under Nan Ming's coercion and lure.

Shen Guhong, the talisman of the young master of the Tianji Pavilion, couldn’t help but feel a little headache for Nanming’s reckless actions. Mo Yunfan’s natal talisman, Poyun Hammer, ranked third on the list of immortal weapons, claiming to be able to break the world. Any formation method seems to be well-deserved.

Nan Ming walked in front of Shen Guhong, hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hand.

Shen Guhong stared at the white and slender hand in front of him for a moment, he should be surprised, Nan Ming has never been a considerate person, but he was not that surprised, because this person is Nan Ming !

He reached out to hold the opponent's hand, and stood up from the ground with the strength of the opponent.

Nan Ming was silent for a while, originally wanted to continue to sneer, but couldn't open his mouth for a long time, he smiled self-deprecatingly, stared straight at Shen Guhong's slightly pale face, and asked: "I can't die, can I?" .”

Before Shen Guhong could answer, he took out countless soul-cultivating elixir, stuffed them all into the other hand, and sneered. He wanted to dislike it at first, but when the words came to his lips, no matter how he heard them, he felt a bit complaining .

"One soul, one soul, tsk! You dare to come out to play even if you are a small soul, you are not afraid to play yourself out of your wits! This time it is your luck, and you just happened to meet this seat in a good mood, so you came to see if you are dead or not. Next time you do this again, see if someone will come to save you, not to mention people, there will be no ghosts! You just..."

Nan Ming was still training Shen Guhong sternly and softly, but unexpectedly he was hugged into his arms, and a trace of cold fragrance entered his bosom, and the faint fragrance slowly overflowed into his nose along with the hug.

Nan Ming's words stopped abruptly, and the slightly cold smile on his lips seemed to have froze. He couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and he even forgot to break away from the other party's embrace. In fact, he avoided this at that time. There is no pressure in hugging, you only need to step back or turn your body slightly, but he didn't, he just stayed straight in the same place.

He frowned and didn't say a word, but he just nestled in the other party's arms obediently like a small bird.

Just like Shen Guhong shouldn't say such things, he shouldn't hug Nanming in this situation, but Nanming's words of concern are mixed with him, but he thinks it is cute no matter how he looks at it, so he takes it for granted. Hug each other, since he thought about it, he did so.

In fact, Shen Guhong's body temperature was low, and even his embrace seemed to be somewhat air-conditioned, but Nan Ming felt scorching hot, very warm, like the smell of sunshine.It's really... a ridiculous idea, but I just don't want to push it away.

Nan Ming buried his head in the opponent's shoulder socket, a flash of unknown meaning flashed in his eyes, but he soon returned to calm, and asked sullenly, "Where's your real body?"

Just when Shen Guhong was about to answer, there was a pain in his shoulder, and the pain was still getting worse, the other party had bitten him, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of flesh before he was willing.

Nan Ming let go, a rare softness seemed to float on the thinned lips, and then suddenly raised his head without warning, Shen Guhong was not prepared for Nan Ming, before he could react, his lips had already been imprinted A cool kiss.The lips touched for only a moment, as if a dragonfly had just touched water, the other party just pecked lightly.

When Shen Guhong raised his eyes to look at Nan Ming again, Nan Ming had pushed out of Shen Guhong's embrace, and took a step back. Before Shen Guhong could speak, he put his finger on his lips.Nanming's eyebrows were raised slightly, and the end of his eyes raised in a slightly pleasant arc. He smiled a little like a cat stealing fish: "Reciprocity is a gift."

He coughed lightly, restrained the expression on his face, and said again: "Don't rush to answer, doesn't it seem that this seat is forcing you? If one day you want to tell this seat, come to Wuyuan again The magic palace is looking for me."

So, before that, it's better for the two not to meet each other.

Nan Ming, no matter how normal he usually behaves, in the final analysis, he is an out-and-out lunatic who does whatever he wants. All his advances and retreats are based on the premise that he is the young master of the demon world, but when he is truly helpless What about when you are worried?

Nan Ming casually picked up a strand of hair floating on Shen Guhong's cheek, pinned it behind the other's ear, and lazily said: "Then Immortal, I am waiting for you at any time, you can do whatever you want That's right, could this seat still stop you?"

There is no end to learning, the way of swordsmanship is like this, and the way of love is like this... If I retreat, are you willing to advance halfway.

Shen Guhong's icy eyes looked straight into the depths of Nan Ming's eyes, his heart felt as if a feather had been brushed gently, it took him a long time before he laughed lightly, there was a hint of happiness on his always stern face smile.It turns out that his Ah Ming has also learned to use advance as retreat.

After a while of silence.

"I need to go back to Haoranzong to deal with an important matter." After saying that, Shen Guhong paused, and then said again, "I will definitely not keep you waiting."

After speaking, Shen Guhong put all the panacea that Nan Ming had just stuffed into the space in his hands, and when Nan Ming couldn't see it, a slightly doting smile slipped out unconsciously.

Nan Ming frowned and said, "Leave as soon as you want, why talk so much nonsense."

A silent sigh floated in the air.

Nan Ming looked at the snow-white figure with fluttering clothes, and couldn't tell whether it was Xiao Suo or fairy spirit in the night wind.

Shen Guhong's figure had almost disappeared into the night, but he still turned his head to look at the red-clothed flamboyant man, only to see that the other party lowered his head slightly, as if he didn't want to look at him any more, feeling disgusted. The meaning was beyond words, Shen Guhong smiled, probably because he knew that the day when he went to find Nan Ming would never be too far away.

Shen Guhong had been gone for a long time, so long that time seemed to stand still.Nan Ming still lowered his head, with an indifferent expression, as if he didn't notice the man's departure at all.

It wasn't until a long time later that Nan Ming smiled. The smile was inexplicable, but extremely joyful.

A faint "I am no longer a child" disappeared in the night wind.

On an unknown barren mountain in the north.

A man in white leaned against the boulder, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. He had a very handsome appearance, and there was a bewitching red lotus on his face, but the skirt of his chest was blood red, as if there was still blood flowing from the wound. Constant gushing.

Until a white-faced scholar approached, another white-clothed person opened his eyes and looked at the white-faced scholar coldly.

These two people are Xunzi Morendao and Shi Yao, the emissary from the Shadow Empire.

The end of Dao Xunzi's long and narrow eyes was raised slightly, and there was a mocking smile on his handsome face: "I underestimated the Stone Envoy."

Faced with such obvious taunting words, Shi Yao was not angry, but instead laughed, with a gentle smile: "The Venerable didn't kill Yao at the beginning, so why couldn't Yao save the Venerable?"

As if due to being too tired, Dao Xunzi drooped his eyelids after saying that sentence, and his curly eyelashes drooped slightly to cover all the emotions in his eyes, and he didn't even respond to Shiyao's reply.

It wasn't until a long time later, when Shi Yao wanted to start a new topic, that Dao Xunzi sneered and raised his eyes to look at Shi Yao: "Even if I died under the sword of the Demon Lord of Kyushu, so what, my skills are not as good as others, It should be so, why complain.”

Shi Yao frowned slightly, and clenched his hands hidden in his wide sleeves slightly. A touch of eagerness appeared on his face, and he persuaded: "Why should your lord be so arrogant, as long as you and our Shadow Empire..."

The hard and cold white bones touched Shi Yao's neck in an instant, and Shi Yao's words stopped immediately. One must know that the original wound on his neck has not healed, and now it is coming again, isn't it a bit ... His eyes looking at the bones became a little deep and unclear.

Shi Yao originally thought that Dao Xunzi would say angrily, "No matter what, he would never cooperate with the Shadow Empire. Rather than being a running dog for the Shadow Empire, it would be better to die directly under the sword of the Kyushu Demon King" and so on.

Unexpectedly, that person just said coldly: "You are so noisy."

Noisy? !

Even though blood was still pouring out from his chest, and his front was soaked with blood, Dao Xunzi still didn't change his expression. He held a white bone in his hand and pointed directly at Shi Yao, with the corners of his lips slightly raised. Honglian also became more and more coquettish.

But what he just said was indeed noisy.

After saying this sentence, Dao Xunzi put down the bone in his hand, his face suddenly turned pale, coughed twice, a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and a small piece of the snow-white skirt was wet again.

After wiping off the blood stains at the corner of his mouth, Dao Xunzi just gave Shi Yao a cold look, gave a silent warning, and then continued to close his eyes and adjust his breath.

Shi Yao, even if this person rescued him from Nanming's sword, in the eyes of Dao Xunzi, Shi Yao is just a small person who wanders in various forces, since he is a small person, why should he care about it.