The Lord who use immortals as food

Pei Ye didn't even catch the knife. In fact, even if he saw it, the young man couldn't react at all.

Liuli swooped over and knocked away the knife. The black-robed figure suddenly tilted. On the sword body, those cloud-white true energy became more intense.

The next moment, the second sword intention originated from Qiu Shui's sword body.

As soon as the first sword ended, he activated the second move as if no one else was around. The woman once said that within two hundred miles, as long as Liuli is by your side, the second-level Xuanmen master cannot hurt you. Pei Ye absolutely believed this.

He was not betting on whether the power of the person in front of him was below the second level of Xuanmen, but he was the only one who could suppress this person for one more moment at this moment.

Once this person regains his breath, it will be a massacre for everyone.

The woman seemed to be already on the horizon outside the city. After Liuli knocked back the long knife with one sword, she stabbed the black robe's throat again very quickly with a sharp twist.

This brought an unexpected surprise to the young man. He had already seen the impact that an Intention Sword can have on the person in front of him. Although it was only for a moment, he believed that it was a gap that Liuli could try to seize!

Falling to death on a snowy night——

But Hei Pao realized the extremely dangerous situation faster than he did.

While feeling the force coming from the sword, facing the young man in front of him who raised the sword, he opened his left hand that had been falsely buckling.

The hazy amber material shone out. The soul-stealing bead.

Pei Ye froze for a moment, using half of his sword, and his body fell messily.

The black robe immediately gritted his teeth and crossed the sword, using all his strength to block the sudden attack of Liuli. Peiran's profound energy pressed against the blade and hit his chest and heart. His bones cracked and blood collapsed, and the profound energy around his body collapsed and became messy. Like broken glass.

But it's only in this one move.

No matter how you look at it, he has reached his limit, but now the only thing he can fight with is a handle of colored glass.

Not enough to fill the offense.

As long as the body of "Ye Que" is not beaten into a broken piece like Xiang Minghao in one breath, as long as there is a chance to recover and the great circulation of heaven and earth begins to flow, the profound energy will support his body again.

They have spent everything they have to hold back this breath. Now, who else can make up for this sword?

Pei Ye came to his senses in the air, but the black figure was already in a place that was hard to touch due to the shock of death.

In the manor, the gleaming white profound formation had been operating in the fog for a long time, and now it finally lit up with the light of Jingtian.

The black robe swung the long knife, and the moment his figure leaned that way, a shocking wave suddenly opened in the void.

Pei Ye didn't know how to describe the scene that appeared in front of him. All the incredible things he had seen were all connected by a sword in his heart.

The empty, clear, drizzling night sky seemed to be suddenly opened like a curtain.

Completely and truly created out of nothing, the pure void first carved out the shape, and then all the essence clung to fill it.

In the still sky on a rainy night, a powerful, splendid and unspeakable picture grows.

Bright sword, furious, raised hair, flying lapels.

Behind the young swordsman, there seemed to be another world exploding. There was no prelude or preparation. When he appeared, he brought with him the peak of the mountain-climbing tsunami, and the invisible air wave exploded thirty feet!

Chapter 3 of "Bengxue", [Huiming].

Meng Li's face was as solid as stone, and his eyes were as red as red. He didn't know how long he had been waiting in the void, how long he had been depressed, and it was only at this moment that he gave everything to the person in front of him!

The long sword penetrated into the heart.

Time seems to stand still.

Because this picture is still in the air.

The moment the sword tip penetrated the black robe's body, the young man was completely frozen in the air.

The protagonist slowly grasped the sword in front of him. After the scene, a pair of cold eyes finally showed a hint of relief for the first time.

"I know you can't help it." He chuckled softly, his voice hoarse with blood.

Putting your life on a fishhook and letting it be fiddled with, being forced to a real death state by a group of people who were trying to cultivate their body and pulse was just for the sake of the person in front of them.

This is his third purpose.

Pei Ye and Wudong's heart fell to the bottom at the same time.

It turned out that he had never entered a real desperate situation, but had always reserved his last strength for where he wanted to use it.

Now, the sky was pitch black, with no snow-white clouds at all. Before Ming Qitian arrived, he could at least easily kill everyone except Pei Ye.

The uncanny scene swept past lightly, and a heavy suffocation gripped Pei Ye's mouth and nose. He immediately tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword and looked around.

But the next moment, only a silent smile remained, and he stumbled slightly into the fluorescence.

Pei Ye was stunned for a moment.

The next moment, his mind suddenly relaxed - in order to fish out this swordsman, he really suffered serious injuries.

The young man's previous words and the extremely aggressive Zangshin Ruri put pressure on him after all, and the demon who had accomplished his purpose decided to leave.

Of course it's good, Pei Ye breathed out sharply. The battle with this man was an unexpected and unexpected disaster. He still didn't even know how the battle started and who the people present were.

In particular, he has always been concerned about the safety of the girl - she was originally suffering from heart disease, unlike him who drank the dragon's blood and healed. In this unknown environment and dangerous battle situation, the anxiety he felt on her was like the girl watching. The old man's mood as he fought his way up.

Now that he saw this person deciding to leave - even though he had accomplished his goal, Pei Ye still breathed a sigh of relief.

But, of course, restraint does not mean reconciliation. They no longer have to risk their lives to get close to this person Pei Ye and point a finger at Liuli, and he goes away again.

The only sword left was indeed unable to hurt him, but even if it was used as an escort before leaving, it would be better than nothing. As things came to an end, Pei Ye subconsciously turned around to look for the figure he had been thinking about.

His whole body froze suddenly, and the young man suddenly rushed forward like crazy, and a hoarse and changed voice roared out of his throat.

"——Li Mingqing!!!"

Li Mingqing crossed a broken wall with some trembling. The falling blood shadow came into view, and all the sounds in her ears seemed to have disappeared.

The pale bones were so dazzling among the bricks and tiles of the ruins that it took her breath away.

Black and red blood spread from under the body, and some tiny dirt floated up, like a strange and beautiful pool.

The body was deformed, the skin between the abdomen was broken, and the shapes of some organs were exposed.

An old and yellowed book was squeezed out of the old man's arms, stained with blood and flew out, but the sword was still tightly held in his hand.

The old man's head was turned to the other side and motionless, leaving her with only white hair and blood on the back of his head.

It was difficult for the girl to understand what was going on in her mind when her loved one was in such a tragic state.

The vague and hoarse voice echoed in her mind, and Li Mingqing felt a kind of life-threatening pain. It took her two breaths to react. It was the poison in her heart that was burning fiercely again.

The old man was indeed seriously injured to the extreme. He did not react to the girl's steps a few feet away. Li Pingqing looked at this scene with a cold look.

Yes, as a Grandmaster, the old man is still alive and can indeed live, but his life is already running out. Li Mingqing didn't know how much such an injury would burn this dying candle. She only saw that her last close relative was quickly moving away from her.

Among all the indescribable emotional shocks, the most vivid is the anger that arises from nothing.

Why? ! !

The girl almost collapsed in tears as if she felt betrayed.

He clearly promised to hide behind, clearly promised to stay with her for the past two years, and clearly promised to teach her how to be a leader. In the dangerous environment of Xiangzhou these days, the girl has been really happy.

Fighting against her beloved boy, she gradually understood everything about him, and was slowly accepted by everything around him. And all the innocence and unrestrainedness these days have actually come from this figure who always tolerates her infinitely.

She knew that the old man was waiting for her in Bowang, and she was looking forward to showing off her achievements after returning home victoriously, and looking forward to the development this time would bring to Cuiyu.

She never thought that she would be faced with such a scene so suddenly.

She walked forward slowly and stiffly until she could see more details of the body, and her heart was hit hard by a cold hammer again.

A completely broken arm.

It has left the shoulder, with white bones and bloody flesh.

The tears could no longer be held back. She opened her mouth suddenly and strode towards the old man with a blank mind. At this moment, fear and all other emotions became the fuel of anger. In the midst of her collapse, she just wanted to rush over and ask him why. so!

To her, he is the last close relative; to Cuiyu, he is the only master!

Then, she saw in disbelief that the old man moved again.

It turned out that he was not unconscious yet, or had just recovered from the heavy blow.

It was not that he felt her. The mist seemed to weaken the Xuanmen cultivator's perception. The old man struggled to support his body with one arm and moved towards Anzang's body with difficulty.

Li Mingqing couldn't see his expression from behind, but from that angle, he was still staring at the black robe in the sky.

It was clear to him that he no longer had the strength to strike a sword!

If this body suffers any further trauma, it will definitely die!

Li Mingqing could hardly believe her eyes. At this moment, fear overtook her anger. Her hoarse voice filled her entire brain. Her heart felt as if she was suffocated. The girl rushed forward almost desperately.

In such confusion and panic, she suddenly saw something on the other side of the old man.

As the old man stood up, the outline in the fog appeared. The old man had been pointing his head motionless in that direction, and it turned out that he was looking at him.

Shang Huaitong.

Li Mingqing stared at his state in bewilderment. His once high-spirited and arrogant face was now nothing but stupidity.

He was knocked down from his wheelchair by the collapsed house, and his lower body was smashed into the rubble, and blood was already spilling out. His face was covered with dirty blood, but he still just stared around blankly.

Li Mingqing was stunned in front of this scene, as if a piece of her heart had been bitten by something.

She suddenly lowered her head slightly and saw clearly the old book at her feet that the old man had always kept in his arms.

"Jade Essence".

The cover was turned over, and the blood-stained title page was filled with childish handwriting, all filled with sword principles carefully recorded stroke by stroke. In the slightly curled lower right corner, there are three equally childish words.

Bai Yuliang.

Li Mingqing suddenly knew what he had been missing.

For everyone, the same "hatred" has different directions. People cannot hate things they cannot see, nor can they hate things they don't care about.

As for the girl, she stared at Qijiao Cave with ferocious and paranoid eyes, and from Mr. Lu's mouth, she revealed the soul-stealer under her blood-red eyes.

On countless nights, she thought about them wiping the lost green sword blades.

So after that night by the lake, the girl's heart buried under the deep poisonous pool was penetrated by light, and she suddenly became enlightened.

But she forgot that the old man's hatred only burned deeply after she learned about it on this day.

He personally pulled the man up from the age of wearing crotchless pants.

Innocent, cute, naughty, reckless, spirited, tenacious, diligent, responsible, bright, cheerful, and humiliating.

The old man is among the Xuanmen, and he is indeed at the bottom of this realm. He has no rare talent, no mastery of the Mysterious Scriptures, and his realm has only been at the first level for many years.

But in this way, could he easily regard Qisheng, who could be killed with just one finger, as the ultimate murderer of the man?

But in this way, can the high-ranking Huansilou use his beloved disciple as material without restraint? !

After many times of self-blame and pain, the poisonous flame burning in the old man's heart has always been directed towards this shadow.

Suddenly everything became quiet. Li Mingqing stared blankly at the figure of the old man not far away, and all those chaotic and fierce emotions disappeared quietly.

The old man was still a little unaware of the movement behind him. He used his remaining hand to take off a small charm hidden in his waist. He took a deep breath and slowly turned his head to look at the sky, revealing most of his face. Face.

Li Mingqing had never seen such a strange look on the old man's face.

The old man seems to never have a temper and always smiles kindly. Even though he is old, he still likes to make all kinds of easy-going jokes, just like a gentle dove.

But now he has a face made of iron, staring at the sky with an indifferent expression, and he looks like an angry phoenix when he lifts the bloody sword.

"Sparrow in the Mist". Li Weiru is completely unable to control Xuan Qi, but Yunsuo Zhulou is still there. The old man slowly clenched the hilt of the sword with his backhand, like a tiger about to jump out again.

Li Mingqing walked over slowly.

It took Li Weiru a while to realize that the movement behind him no longer came from Shang Huaitong.

He pressed his sword and turned his head, immediately freezing.

I didn't expect to see the girl at this moment.

As if he suddenly came back to his senses from a certain state, a hint of panic suddenly appeared in this old and cold expression, and then the ice on his face quickly melted, revealing a panicked feeling. Li Mingqing had almost never seen the old man look so glum. Now he subconsciously shrank his hands and feet, as if he wanted to hide the injured body.

Seeing the girl's tear-stained face, the old man's breathing almost stopped and he said hoarsely: "No, it's okay. I'm confused. I won't go to Qingqing, I won't go."

Li Mingqing couldn't say a word. It was only then that she saw so clearly what kind of favor she had been receiving.

Li Weiru really had no intention of taking action.

He could see how relaxed the girl was these days, and he was very pleased that she had stepped out of the shadows and found a direction for her sustenance and efforts.

The old man decided to compromise with the hatred in his heart. He kept telling himself that helping the girl navigate this journey was actually more important than what he couldn't let go of.

This time, he just couldn't ignore it completely. Hearing that Xianrentai was going to ambush Huanshenglou, he just thought or could really help in some way.

If it happens, I will have to explain it to myself.

But when the battle broke out and the fog formed, and he came in with his sword to see if there was any chance of helping, Shang Huaitong's appearance struck him instantly.

Outside the fog formation, that cold chuckle ignited his entire soul in an instant.

The old man knew that he was losing control, but these days when he was studying Huang Jade, every page was filled with the man's annotations from childhood to adulthood.

Hatred overwhelmed him in an instant.

Now, the pale girl in front of him suddenly cut off the flame. The old man thought of the girl's future for a moment, and his heart became cold, and he could only mutter in confusion: ".缥青"

Li Mingqing actually didn't hear anything clearly.

The silence still surrounded her, and in this silence, she suddenly heard clearly the hoarse voice in her mind.

The vicious side of her heart, the bond that kept echoing in her mind when she and the boy held hands and leaned on each other, she always regarded it as a vicious obstruction and confusion.

Now it became clear. It turned out that it had always been the voice of the old man in front of me.

That's not a hindrance, it's all gentle support.

"We can be together if we like it. What's the point?"

"You can have a future in Shenjing, which makes me much happier than staying with an old man like me."

"Go ahead, I'm here."

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Each of these words was said to her by the old man with a kind smile. The girl did not realize it, but deep down in her heart, her smart mind had already seen those sharp words.

So this is what The Fifth Poison looks like.

Li Mingqing stared blankly at the confused old man in front of him, and suddenly showed a peaceful smile.

She gently pulled out the Lost Cui Sword and reached out to hold the old man who was ready to go.

He turned back expressionlessly.

Not far away is the courtyard where Shang Huaitong is located. On top of it, the array of [Treasure Rafts on the Other Shore] drawn up in recent days is hanging with fluorescent light reaching the sky.

While Li Wei was trembling like an electric shock, Li Mingqing glanced at the two figures standing on the branches with her sword.

Of course, even if the news comes again ten thousand times, the girl thought in a daze.

She will still choose Cuiyu.

The heartbeat suddenly exploded.

Above the sky, a man in black robe held a knife across a month's arc, completely removing the glass that had penetrated him. At this moment, he suddenly turned around in shock. In tonight's battle, this may be the first time he was truly unexpected.

Under the night rain, the girl's bright eyes were like two deep pools.

The world suddenly fell into a slow gray.

Li Minqing lit a heart candle, and the black flame suddenly turned upside down. At the same time, [Quail Head] opened, and the girl's mind entered.

But it only existed for a moment.

The frozen lake, the tall snow-capped mountains, the frost forest shining with light, and the snow cornices falling into the ice.

A young man with a handsome face stood in this state, raised his arms expressionlessly, and nailed the long sword in his hand to the ground.

Li Mingqing only exchanged one glance with this face, and the entire realm was shattered.

Beside her, the old man's body was already flying like a phoenix in the sky, the mist wrapped around his sword, and the spilled blood was like the lingering fire.

From the already dead corner, when the battle situation has been settled, just like every time before, this old figure swoops up with a sword again!

Who agreed? You just left like this?

If the sword of jade veins that writes the whole life of Cicada is "vertical", then the sword of jade veins that records the seven most dazzling moments in Huang Jade's life is "horizontal".

At the intersection of the horizontal and vertical lines, there are [Yulao] and [Pull Rizhaoyu].

From the deadest comes the most blazing brilliance. After getting the Cicada Sword, the [Pull the Sun Shining Feather] in the old man's hand has the meaning of rebirth from death, it is so blazing that it is like the sun falling down from one's mouth!

A sword penetrated the black robe's throat.

The black robe woke up from the poison in his heart at the last moment. The long sword was still devouring the glass. He only had time to tilt his body hard, and the mysterious energy moved forward crazily to block the wall, but the long sword shattered and penetrated everything, cutting into his Shoulder.

The old man roared with all his strength, and in the rain of blood, he cut off the left arm with a sword.

The black robe twisted his neck ferociously, and for the first time a violent emotion appeared in his eyes. The long knife in his other hand drew out a sword like snow.

Li Weiru jumped back and looked calm.

He knew that he couldn't avoid this counterattack, and this was already a move that would cost him his life.

This body really couldn't withstand any more damage, and now, he was the only one in front of Ye Que.

When he decided to fight with his sword, he had already seen the result of exchanging life for injury.

Now he just really felt that it was a pity that this was really an excellent opportunity. Too many people and too many accidents created such a move. But he still failed to stab the monk under the sky tower with his sword. throat.

His talent is indeed only these, even if he has been studying the sword style of "Feng Yao" day and night, thinking about the sword theory of "Yellow Jade", even if he is already in such a desperate situation, his body is really falling into death. The most brilliant shot broke out.

In such a suitable situation, he still failed to understand the [Flying Feather Immortal]. It's just a hair's breadth away from that throat.

But as far as his own life is concerned, the old man feels that it is enough. The girl sent him to complete this sword, which really touched him, and his old heart seemed to be washed by a clear spring.

It's a pity that in the days that followed, Li Weiru looked at the sword energy approaching, and his attachment to the girl had never been so strong.

Then he felt his body being pulled hard.

The girl's green robe covered him like a bright bird's shadow.

She did not have the ability to step into the air, and she would never have participated in this confrontation. However, as soon as the heart candle ended, she abandoned her sword in the air and stepped forward, rushing towards the trajectory of the old man's fall.

Li Weiru's heart clenched suddenly. He held the girl with his backhand in fear, and his voice was sharp and hoarse: "Piao Qing!!"

How can a five-life cultivator save someone from Yeque's sword? !

Li Mingqing said nothing, holding the old man's arm and gritting her teeth, twisting her body hard. Since the old man lacked a crossing under the pursuit of this saber energy, she was here to fill it.

There are no words to describe how thrilling this scene is. In a battle situation where it is impossible to predict the movement, relying on intuition and luck to use the body to provide a boost. No matter how you look at it, both sides will die.

But maybe the girl's vision and intuition were so accurate, maybe she was really favored by fate. The sword energy passed by and caused blood flowers. Li Mingqing hugged the old man and crashed into the sycamore tree in embarrassment.

Li Weiru lowered his head and stiffened, trembling slightly and unable to speak a word.

Where he looked, the girl's left forearm, which she used to hold him, had disappeared, leaving only a bloody mess.

".缥.缥青" the old man's voice became hoarse and changed its tone.

The girl didn't seem to feel it at all. She shook her sleeves and smiled softly: "Master, you are our only grandmaster in Cuiyu."