Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

Fang Zhiyuan stretched out his hand to borrow the sword.

Within the defensive circle, Lin Lingqing summoned the Tunan Sword and held it thoughtfully.

He felt the cool touch of the scabbard pinching his knuckles.

"I won't hit hard." Fang Zhiyuan didn't turn his head back, and transmitted his voice through his soul, "Brother, you trust me."

"Respect..."

Mu Qingxue took a step forward anxiously, and was about to help, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Lin Lingqing throwing the fairy sword forward.

Tunan turned into a ray of snow and fell into the hands of Fang Zhiyuan Yang, who laughed, "Thank you."

——Lin Lingqing actually borrowed the sword to go out.

And the next moment, the illusory talisman culture became a reality, and Lin Lingqing flipped out a few formation formulas and sealed the magic circle like this!

Except for Lin Lingqing, who controls the array, no one inside can get out, nor can anyone outside get in.

Mu Qingxue was startled and angry, "Lin Lingqing! You—"

Before she could swear, she suddenly felt light on her waist.

"sorry."

Lin Lingqing calmly picked up Mu Qingxue's fairy sword hanging from her waist, and the movement of pulling the sheep was smooth and elegant, "Fairy Mu, I also borrow the sword to use."

"..."

Mu Qingxue was dumbfounded, Shentu Linchun was also dumbfounded, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Lin Lingqing twirled Yuexiashuang in his hand for half an arc, bringing out a blue-white frost.

Among everyone's fairy artifacts, Mu Xuehuang's Yuexiashuang is the most beautiful, and the devil likes it.

He stepped out of the edge of the magic circle under several astonished gazes behind him, and stood side by side with Fang Zhiyuan in front of the oncoming Yin Qi.

Lin Lingqing calmly pointed at Yue Xiashuang, "Of course I believe you."

The blade of the sword was stimulated by his aura, and a brighter sword light bloomed, shining in the darkness, illuminating Fang Zhiyuan's slightly surprised face.

Lin Lingqing smiled: "But I still want to come."

I can't protect you from injury with the life-bearing soul array; but if you die, I can accompany you to the underworld in the next moment.

That's what it means.

The next moment, the black air quickly engulfed the figures of the two of them.

Fang Zhiyuan's killing intent and fighting intent had already been condensed, but at this moment, the rampant hostility in his eyebrows was diluted by Lin Lingqing's light and gentle words.

So it was Lin Lingqing who made the first move.

Under the moonlight, frost and clear light overflowed, and the man in white rose up with a sword.

In one thought, thousands of ice flowers bloomed.

Like a swimming dragon, the tip of the sword tore through the dark curtain, pointing towards Fang Zhilong who was possessed by the demon.

The few young people who were left in the defensive circle had no choice but to watch the sword light criss-cross in the black air, like ice-white lightning flashing in the billowing black clouds.

Xuanyuan Yi said in surprise: "What a strong Frost and Cold Sword Intent. The Moon Under the Frost is clearly not Lin Lingqing's contract fairy sword, but it is able to exert its power to this extent."

Gu Wenbo's eyes were red, but he still insisted: "This is hitting a stone with a pebble, they...how could they be so reckless!"

Jianmang approached Fang Zhilong within a foot, but couldn't get any further.Lin Lingqing's expression sank, and the long sword in his hand trembled.

Fang Zhilong's eyes turned white, and his mouth overflowed with Yin Qi. He raised his scorched hand that looked like a dry bone.

A cold and powerful force suddenly surged, and Yuexiashuang let out a wail, and shook it away with a bang!

Lin Lingqing turned over and retreated quickly, passing dozens of feet in a flash.Yin Qi condensed into a forest of swords, falling on his feet like a shadow, exploding again and again.

A blazing sword light lit up, and Fang Zhiyuan flashed the sword beside him.

Lin Lingqing was a little uncertain, panting to calm down the surging blood in his chest, and emphasized: "...I came to accompany you because you said you wouldn't beat me hard."

Fang Zhiyuan said: "Of course."

He bowed his head and said in a low voice: "Go west, 160 six feet."

In a word, the sword is like the rising sun, coming through the mountains.

The sword is a gentleman, and the sword is a madman.Tunan sword fell into Fang Zhiyuan's hands, and it took on the madness of a swordsman.

——This person's "not hard hitting" seems to be harder than ordinary people's "hard hitting".

Thinking of this, Lin Lingqing couldn't help pursing her lips and smiling.

He understood by heart, Fang Zhiyuan was much more familiar with the small fantasy world at the bottom of the Golden Osmanthus Palace than himself, so he naturally heard Zhiyuan.

As the sword light collided with Yin Qi, Fang Zhiyuan didn't hold back, and Tunan made a grand sword whistle in his hand.In the blink of an eye, he fought the enchanted Fang Zhilong with more than a hundred sword moves.

clang clang clang...

The energy was chaotic, and the sound of gold and iron colliding continued continuously.Tu Nan's sword couldn't break Fang Zhilong's body.

Lin Lingqing also followed, and he had two purposes in one mind in a critical situation.While protecting the people in the distance through the air control formation, he used his sword to cover Fang Zhiyuan's fierce attack.

His eyes flickered, and he counted silently in his heart: "Nineteen, 23, 28..."

"What are they doing? Why keep retreating far away?"

Everyone in the defensive formation was in a state of anxiety, and each young talent with a heart higher than the sky could only watch from a distance at this moment.

Xuanyuan Yi was shocked: "Could it be, could it be that the two of them are trying to lure away the evil spirits for us..."

Shentu Linchun had already seen with his own eyes the tragic situation of the king being backlashed by the yin energy once. As soon as Lin Lingqing got close to the black energy, he panicked to death, so he couldn't help lowering his voice and said anxiously to Mu Qingxue: "What on earth does your lord want to do?" Ah, why did you drag my lord into it!"

Mu Qingxue was also in a hurry to get angry, and said to the little demon boy angrily: "With your lord's cold appearance, I'm afraid that he will harm our lord!"

In just a few words, the white and black clothes have retreated further.

"Fifty, 56..."

After all, Fang Zhiyuan was not used to wielding a sword, so he was punched on the spine of Tunan's sword dangerously by a berserk monster.His face turned pale, and his figure suddenly slid back uncontrollably and flew out.

Suddenly, a piece of blue and white sword blade as thin as a cicada's wing emerged silently under his feet.Lin Lingqing shouted in a clear voice: "Step on the sword!"

"It's a good sword, then Master Lao give me a ride." Fang Zhiyuan's eyes lit up, and with a heavy weight, he lowered his weight and stepped on the sword with one foot to stop his retreat.

Lin Lingqing also pointed to luck, and knocked down on Yue Xiashuang's sword: "Go."

The aura exploded on the blade of the sword, and the two had a tacit understanding. Fang Zhiyuan took advantage of his strength to fly into the air, and Tunan finally slashed on Fang Zhilong's right arm.

Clang! ——

It was obviously a withered arm, and the long sword fell on it, but there was a piercing sound of metal and stone clashing!

Fang Zhiyuan shouted in a deep voice: "Come on!"

Yuexiashuang came with a stream of clear waves, and landed on Tunan with Shuangxue's sword intent, and Lin Lingqing's sword also arrived.

The two swords are combined, the two extremely thin blades intersect up and down, and the two momentums are superimposed in one place.The aura surged and turned into a vast ocean of bright light.

Fang Zhilong let out a sharp roar, and his right arm spewed black air, and was finally cut off.

"Ninety-nine...one hundred and four!"

The monster lost its arm, and stomped its feet violently, the billowing Yin Qi exploded around him like magma, and dozens of black streams flew into the sky immediately!

"Oops, too close."

Lin Lingqing was startled, and only had time to throw a mid-level golden soup array out to block it, and then the two of them were thrown out together.

The fate-bearing soul array lit up and dissipated again.

Panting, Lin Lingqing struggled to stand still, and gradually felt that it was difficult, and the cold air climbed up the palm of his hand and spread to his lungs.

He counted softly: "110 six... and fifty zhang."

Fang Zhilong was obviously a waste before he was alive, but after being swallowed up by Yin Qi, he became frantic and had such great lethality...

If he really wanted to retreat to the 160-[-] zhang west that Fang Zhiyuan said, he would be fine, but Zhiyuan might be injured again.

"Brother, change the sword, give it to me under the moon."

Fang Zhiyuan couldn't see the slightest bit of resentment in his eyes, and Tu Nan ignited a flame in his hand, "Mu Xuehuang's sword is too cold, you can't bear it to fight Yin Qi."

"No need." Lin Lingqing held his breath, he stared at the ice and snow brought up by the frost under the moon, and suddenly began to think: In fact, he didn't have to fight so embarrassingly in front of Yin Qi.

In her previous life, Lin Lingqing had been trying for a long time the way of combining yin and yang and qi, and for this reason, she even created a fake "harem".

But now that his cultivation base is approaching the peak of the golden core stage, he naturally cultivated Yang Qi, if he dared to take a gamble, he would bring the Yin Qi in front of him into his body...

He knew that this concentration of Yin Qi was dangerous and difficult to control, and he would be frozen half to death if he entered his body, but Lin Lingqing still thought he could give it a try.

The tip of the sword stirred up a little black mist, and climbed up like a small snake, with only a little bit of Yin Qi.

Lin Lingqing thought to himself: It's okay, he just gambled a little.

But suddenly, the familiar sword light flashed in front of him.

Lin Lingqing raised his eyes in surprise, and instinctively raised his hand to catch it. What fell into his palm was Tunan's sword hilt, which was warmed by Fang Zhiyuan's aura.

Fang Zhiyuan put his hands empty-handed: "Brother, give me the moon under the frost."

If you refuse to change the sword, I will return Tunan to you anyway.

Lin Lingqing cursed secretly, and threw Yue Xiashuang to Fang Zhiyuan.The timing for Na Yin Qi to enter the body was also missed, so he could only admit his head and continue fighting while retreating.

Fang Zhiyuan dodged to his side at some point, and suddenly whispered: "Don't mess around... Listen, I want to give you something."

Lin Lingqing turned back his sleeve and shook his sword to block the blow for him, and said in shock, "Give me something? Now?"

Fang Zhiyuan tightened his lips suddenly, and said after a long time: "Yes."

Lin Lingqing: "..."

Fang Zhiyuan cleared his throat: "...in my previous life, I thought it was very suitable for you."

The cold and magnetic voice softened a bit.

Obviously it was such a life-and-death situation, but Fang Zhiyuan lowered his eyes, frowned with embarrassment, and his ears were slightly red.

"It's just that I didn't know Shige's intentions at that time. I was afraid of offending you, so I kept hiding in the small fantasy world and dared not take it out."

Lin Lingqing was even more startled, thinking that the location the man mentioned might be the place where some kind of gift was hidden for him.

The question is, is now the time to say this! ?

His aura was almost exhausted, Fang Zhiyuan's condition was about to get worse, and he would die for love if he lasted a while longer, what gift do he need...

Fang Zhiyuan suddenly said: "—here we are!"

Lin Lingqing followed the sound and saw a hazy white light in the darkness, which was a rather large fantasy world.

Suddenly the whole body became colder, the monster transformed by Fang Zhilong screamed in its mouth, and its left hand turned into a claw, brushing Lin Lingqing's neck dangerously and passing by.

If one hit is missed, the monster fights back and grabs again.

Fang Zhiyuan held Yuexiashuang vertically and vertically, and blocked the claw with all his strength.He was knocked back, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, and roared angrily, "Enter the Little Fantasy Realm!"

Lin Lingqing gritted her teeth and pressed against Fang Zhiyuan's back, sending all the remaining aura to him.The two fell quickly towards the small fantasy world, and the clouds passed by.

The wind howled.

Lin Lingqing's eyes hung upside down.

Between the tumbling giant clouds, a ray of golden shadow faintly reflected.

He asked softly while falling: "What is that?"

The thick black air approached, and the cold and cloudy air dispersed the wind and clouds.

Lin Lingqing's pupils contracted slightly, and he saw the remaining left arm of the monster knocked down with the power of thunder.

Fang Zhiyuan hugged his waist tightly, and the hair of both of them was entangled together by the long wind.

Lin Lingqing didn't get a response for a long time, and suddenly woke up and looked around.

Fang Zhiyuan closed his eyes.

Lin Lingqing was startled for the first moment, thinking that he had passed out; but then he immediately realized that he was out of his body.

—What did this man do?

The cold darkness was already approaching, Lin Lingqing saw Fang Zhilong's ferocious face through the piercing yin.

His energy was exhausted, his dantian was empty, he barely lifted Tunan, and suddenly recalled the feeling of insignificance and powerlessness under the immortal disaster.

Lin Lingqing thought for a while and put away his sword.

He turned to hold Fang Zhiyuan tightly with both hands.

They fell through the clouds, and the ocean below.

The waves of the sea are rolling.

In the middle of the sea is an isolated island.

On the isolated island, there is a towering giant osmanthus with a light golden fragrance.

Lin Lingqing didn't close his eyes and wait for death.

He opened his eyes safely, waiting for Zhiyuan to promise him a gift.

next moment.

He heard a dragon roar.

……

I don't know when the clouds became so heavy, the golden line that Lin Lingqing saw just now is rapidly becoming thicker and longer, swooping down from the thick clouds.

The earth was shaking, and the whirlwind screamed out of nowhere.The waves suddenly rose several feet and went straight to the sky!

On the isolated island, osmanthus trees and golden flowers flutter.

Shake off the fragrance of a world.

Above the dome of the sky, water mist grazed the golden scales.A violent roar was like a thunder cart rolling in from a distance, shaking the sky and the earth, and it was deafening.

It's a dragon.

It was the most noble and proud creature in the Three Realms with an ancient lineage that lasted thousands of years.

Lin Lingqing's white robe fluttered, and he faintly felt the terrifying coercion, but he didn't feel the slightest pain.

The huge mountain that was supposed to crush him turned into a gentle misty rain the moment it touched him and Fang Zhiyuan.

—— According to legend, deep in the small underground fantasy world of the Golden Osmanthus Palace, there is a five-clawed golden dragon who is willing to gamble and admit defeat, but refuses to go out.