The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

The demon king also jumped to Ling Chengze's side, and used a talisman to disperse the wind blades, covering the attack of the two.

Fang Xiu and Liu Changji were thrown to the other side by the dragon's tail.

While the dragon's tail swept Wenfeng and Ling Chengze, Fang Xiu leaped to the side of the dragon with big strides, and stabbed the enemy with his sword.

The soft sword is as creepy as a spirit snake, and the sword intent turns into a light and ethereal white dragon, piercing the black dragon scales with overwhelming force.

There was a clear and crisp clang, and the tip of the sword touched the dragon scale. The body of the sword was half bent to the extreme under the force, but it couldn't make any further progress.

The huge force of the counter-shock knocked Fang Xiu back ten feet, and the soft sword almost flew out of his hands.

Fang Xiu frowned and glanced at the cracked tiger's mouth, secretly cursing that the ten-thousand-year-old bastard's shell is really hard, and he struck with another sword, but was knocked back again.

His body was out of balance and he hadn't stabilized yet. The sharp dragon claws had been shot from above his head, and a huge black shadow completely enveloped his tall and slender figure.

A huge sword shadow instantly appeared above his head, helping him block the powerful blow of the dragon.

Liu Changji held the broad-bladed epee tightly with both hands, resisting the huge dragon claw.

He glanced at Fang Xiu, Fang Xiu immediately understood, and flew back a few feet, out of the attack range of the dragon claw.

Liu Changji then withdrew his sword, jumped back to avoid the dragon's claw, and then swung the epee again to slash towards the dragon's claw.

In an instant, the scenery in the talisman array changed suddenly.

The huge sword shadow pierced through the clouds and fell straight down from the thunderclouds, halfway into the ground.The sword intent is like a tide, spreading rapidly, slashing everything in its path.

Fang Xiu wiped the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and sneered: "I didn't expect that I would cooperate with you one day."

Liu Chang sent out the sword realm, and he followed closely behind.

A huge white dragon winds around the giant sword, and the two sword intents merge into one, with a roaring dragon roar that shakes the sky and the earth, and they attack the dragon with all their strength.

Fang Xiu attacked several times, but the dragon scale without any scratches was finally shattered, and the black dragon blood gushed out instantly, and sprinkled on the ground like a torrential rain.

The blood-stained vegetation was corroded in an instant, emitting stinky shreds of smoke and sharp and piercing sizzling sounds.

The magic dragon suffered from pain, and suddenly burst into a deafening roar.

The dragon's head opened its bloody mouth in an instant, and rushed towards the two of them, intending to swallow them in one gulp.

A flash of light appeared out of thin air, blocking the pitch-black giant fangs.

Wenfeng appeared beside Liu Changji and blocked the blow.

The demon king and Ling Chengze pulled each other, pulling Fang Xiu and Liu Changji out of the range of the magic dragon's attack.

The five of them got together again, looked at each other with joy and smiled, raised their swords again, and cooperated tacitly to attack the dragon.

……

In the talisman formation, five peerless powers fought to the death with the dragon.Outside the talisman array, many Nascent Souls and high-level Golden Elixirs gathered.

Whether it is the strong evil spirit of the magic dragon, or a few powerful swordsmen, they all have the ability to destroy the world.

Under the impact of the powerful spiritual pressure, the rune array soon appeared cracks.

In order to prevent the magic dragon from breaking through the cage, the high-level monks had to reinforce the magic circle outside.

If the powerful people lose to the magic dragon, the magic dragon will surely bring disaster to all directions after breaking through the magic circle.The entire Yantian was devastated, and no immortal or mortal could escape this catastrophe.

The deathmatch in the talisman array lasted for 21 days, and the winner was still undecided.

Dark clouds overwhelmed the top of Fulong Ridge, and it rained continuously.

Most of the high-level monks who maintained the magic circle were exhausted.Many people vomited blood, and the aura was unsustainable.

During the period, I went to Fulongling to see it once.

The situation outside the formation is already dire, and he cannot see the situation inside the formation, and the situation will not be better than that outside the formation.

He didn't stay for long, and was persuaded to leave by Qin Shi again.

Qin Shi was also worried, and even wanted to enter the battle to fight side by side with Shizun Shishu.

But he has more important things to do.

He had promised his master and his uncle, and he had also promised himself that no matter what happened, he would protect the safety of his junior.

What happened one after another, the death struggle between them lost all meaning.

After going to Fulongling once, I never went there for the second time.

He followed Qin Shi to a place far away from Fulongling.

If Wenfeng and the others are lost, and the magic dragon breaks through the talisman array and causes troubles everywhere in Yan Tian, ​​they can take refuge here for a while, wait for the nearby gate to open, and then escape into the Nether Heaven Realm to avoid disaster.

The autumn wind blows down the first fallen leaves, and at this time I finally feel the feeling of three autumns in a day.

He had waited for less than thirty days, and his heart was already filled with emptiness.

No wonder in those two years, Wenfeng would count 730 five days so clearly.

Waiting without a return date is a heart-wrenching torment every moment.

On the 30th, No.[-] was practicing sword under the tree one after another.During this period of time, he was in a trance, every day from morning to night, absently waving the long sword in his hand repeatedly, waiting for a good news or a bad news.

Sitting on a tree stump not far away, Qin Shi, who was also absent-minded, got up suddenly, stepped on a branch on the ground at an extremely fast speed, and a loud rattling sound startled a group of birds away.

One after another, there was a sudden thumping of the heart, the sound was as heavy as a drum, and the lips moved a few times before trying to let out a little sound: "The battle situation... How is it?"

Qin Shi frowned after hearing the message from the other side: "The battle in the talisman array seems to have stopped. But..."

"but?"

"There is no spiritual breath of the magic dragon... nor the spiritual breath of Master and the others..."

The hands holding the sword couldn't help trembling slightly one after another. After taking several deep breaths, they barely managed to stabilize their icy mind.

Yourui's eyes met Qin Shi's for a moment: "Let's go."

No matter what the result is, he has to witness it with his own eyes.

The two drove to Fulongling at the fastest speed.

The cultivators lying scattered on the ground around the perimeter spent too much energy in forming the formation without sleep for more than [-] days. Fortunately, it was not the magic dragon that broke out of the formation.

The wind and rain that lasted for a month finally stopped, the overwhelming black clouds dissipated, and the golden light shone like pillars again, and the sky was bright again.

The curse wall of the talisman array dissipated, and the scene in the array appeared in front of Lian Lian, his eyes widened in disbelief.

The grotesque phantoms are constantly changing. Sometimes the sky is filled with sword rain, sometimes golden flames are blazing, sometimes white dragons are sometimes huge swords, and half of the mountain in the original talisman array is cut off into another world.

what is this?

Qin Shi's expression was solemn, and he pursed his lips: "...this is the sword realm of Master and the others."

The sword realm of Peerless Sword Cultivator could have opened up a world by itself. When they fought against the dragon, the four sword realms stacked together to form such a strange appearance.

Frowning one after another: "The battle has obviously stopped, why does the sword realm still exist?"

The sword realm is still there, does it mean that Wenfeng and the others are still alive?But why can't I feel any spiritual breath at all?

"Perhaps because the sword realm has existed for too long, Fulongling has been fully integrated into it."

"That wind..."

Qin Shi shook his head: "I don't know. The sword realm world cuts off the spiritual breath..."

No one knows what's going on inside.

He took a step forward one after another, and was pulled back instantly.

"Whoever breaks into the sword realm at this time is looking for death." Qin Shi sighed helplessly, "If Master is fine, they will come out by themselves in a short time."

Lang Yin was dull for a long time before he said in a low voice: "If they... fall, the remaining sword realm will gradually dissipate, and the sword realm will collapse on its own after the aura is reduced to a certain level."

"...At that time, Fulongling was restored to its original state..."

Only then can they know what it looks like inside.

Asked coldly one after another: "How long do I have to wait?"

"Master, their sword realm is very powerful, even if it's just a remnant of sword intent, it may take three to five days..."

Or three to five months, three to five years, or longer.

At this time, a Nascent Soul staggered to Qin Shi's side, panting and said, "If there is a way to break their sword realm, they can enter immediately."

He looked at Qin Shi with something in mind.

Only the sword realm can break through the sword realm. At this moment, Qin Shi is the only peerless sword cultivator in Yantian Realm.

Qin Shi sighed helplessly: "I have only roughly comprehended the threshold of the sword realm, and the world of the sword realm has not yet taken shape."

The exhausted senior monks all fell silent.

Even Qin Shi couldn't help it, and the others were even more helpless.

A clear and cold voice echoed in the mountains: "What should I do? Just release my own sword realm to their sword realm world?"

Someone replied: "Yes. You only need to release the sword state. If your sword state is strong enough, you can naturally break other people's sword state."

Seeing the long swords being called out one after another, he looked suspiciously at this low-level golden core with a meager cultivation: "You..."

Even Qin Shi, a high-ranking Nascent Soul, hadn't fully comprehended the Sword Realm, a golden elixir?How can it be?

He raised his feet silently one after another, this time Qin Shi didn't stop him again.

He walked to the edge of the sword realm, took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and began to dance the sword.

A picture seemed to flash in my heart.The silver lone moon hangs high, and the stream of light pours down on the endless ice field, making the whole world faded and pale.

Suddenly, a glaring bright red, like cinnabar ink dripping on a gray and white scroll, gradually smudges and expands, like a paradise with blurred boundaries opening on the frozen permafrost.

The same scene appeared in front of the monks scattered around.

For a moment, everyone felt that they were in this boundless permafrost, and their hearts were inexplicably filled with sadness and melancholy, which was as heavy as a boulder on their hearts for a long time.

The sword world only lasted for a short breath, but the only thick ink and color between the world was deeply burned in the eyes.

There seemed to be a huge crisp crackling noise, which passed directly to the Lingtai over the ears without any sound.

When I looked again in the blink of an eye, all the sword realms had been silently shattered, and the isolated mountains and forests on Fulongling had returned to their original appearance.

After a unparalleled battle, the verdant forest was crumbling, and the ground was in disarray.

The cold smoke was misty, and the thick white mist shrouded the mountains, making it difficult to see what was going on inside.

Can't wait to rush into the fog one after another.

What about the wind?Where is the wind?Is it safe and sound?

What about the rest?

Like a headless fly, he searched for a moment in the cold smoke and cold trees, except for the broken branches and broken trees that were knocked to the ground, there was nothing else in sight.

One after another, my heart became colder and colder, and Wenfeng's words came out inexplicably in my ears:

The members of the Senluo Sword Sect all perish at a young age, and none of them died well.

... Wenfeng, did he really fail to survive this catastrophe?

The hurried footsteps stopped instantly, and a wave of powerless exhaustion suddenly surged.

It was difficult to move his heavy legs anymore, he stretched out his hand to support a broken log next to him, and then gradually slid down weakly.

Suddenly, a pair of warm arms gently and powerfully passed behind him, hugging him tightly.

A gentle smile whispered in my ear: "It's the first time I've seen you look so anxious."

One after another, he was startled for a moment, and he didn't recover for a long time, let alone dared to look back.

Moments later, Xiaoyin said again: "Have you missed me at last?"

Thin lips raised slightly one after another: "There will be no next time."

Immediately, he fell back lightly, and fell into the embrace that would make him extremely at ease at any time.

***

The breeze blew across the mountains, blowing petal flowers flying and circling.

In the forest of flowers, two figures are entangled, casting ambiguous and swaying shadows in the forest.

"Sink your shoulders and drop your elbows, and raise your arms three inches higher." Wen Feng stroked his thin arms inch by inch, and slid them all the way to his waist. "Stand straight, look down, and hide your heart in the deep."

He used his knees to gently separate the slender legs: "Sink the center of gravity, open a little."

One after another, with expressionless faces, he accepted the other party's instructions, and was touched all over his body helplessly.

In the end, he couldn't bear it any longer, and said coldly, "Your sword hit me."

Wenfeng smirked presumptuously: "Then let's go back to the room and practice swords in another place?"

One after another, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he looked at him coldly: "Go back by yourself, don't disturb my sword practice."

"Being so rude to Master will be severely punished..."

"roll."

Fang Xiu ran over and tore Wen Feng away, angrily said: "Will you know how to teach it? This trick is not like yours at all!"

He reasoned with his senior brother impatiently.Hearing the wind turned a deaf ear to it, and occasionally perfunctory a few words, his calm and lazy attitude made the frivolous and violent Fang Xiu furious.

Theories quickly turned into bickering.

One after another, they indifferently walked to the side of the thick tree trunk and sat down, watching the quarrel between the two brothers with cold eyes.

Yi Fangxiu has a stubborn and obsessive character, and will never stop arguing for half an hour.

Qin Shi walked to the side and sat down, and raised his mouth one after another: "Master and uncle's sword heart is not suitable for you, I will do it from now on..."

A haughty laugh interrupted him: "Sen Luo's swordsmanship is treacherous and deceitful, and those who can master it are those with evil intentions."

Liu Changji sat on the other side of the series: "This set of swordsmanship is not suitable for you at all. In the future, I will teach you a set of swordsmanship that really suits you."

After the battle of the magic dragon, Liu Changji released the magic circle that divided Qianyuan Mountain, and Huantian Peak and Lingyuan Peak came together.

He also regards Lingyuan Peak as his own place, and he can come and go freely.

One after another, I slandered one after another: Why are these nobles who are busy with their affairs so free.

At this time, a fiery red luan drove past and landed behind Hualin, at the Sword Control Platform of Lingyuan Peak.

One after another coldly watching the peaceful and peaceful quarrel in the flowing water in front of him, he suddenly felt a trace of regret.

If he had known this earlier, he shouldn't have broken the sword realm and let these people come out of the magic dragon's enchantment.

It would be better if this group of idlers who disturbed his sword practice were trapped inside for a while longer.