Chen Xiaohan hurriedly said, "What's going on?"

The girl said, "Walk while walking."

In the blink of an eye, she had already used the breeze of the Lingfei Sect to come, without the unrestrained and chic attitude of the past. As soon as she went out, she became a rush and went to Nalanda Temple.

The girl was extremely anxious. She didn't know why she could see the picture, but the uneasiness in her heart told her that it was true. The uncle had undoubtedly encountered unprecedented dangers.

She didn't have time to explain more, but just hoped to get faster and faster. When she arrived at Nalanda Temple, she was afraid that she would never see her uncle again if she was too late.

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Ji Liao's heart is like an eternal night, without any turmoil.

Yes, it’s time to break down the grudges and disputes that have been close to twenty years.

The knife light came into contact with the fished river tide, and there was no earth-shaking explosion of energy, but the actual knife light split the river tide in half as if nothing had happened.

In his eyes, he saw the end of the river tide being separated, and the figure of the woman in purple could not be magnified, and it became one with the quiet moonlight, unshakable.

The three Shui Yueren are inseparable from each other, which makes Ji Liao deeply realize how arrogant and powerful this opponent is.

The river tide is about to close again, and Ji Liao's heartbeat seems to be still.

The sword light kept slowing down as it approached the figure. According to this trend, I am afraid that if his sword light hits the figure, he would be flooded by the closed river tide.

How could he allow such a thing to happen? A violent light flashed in the acupoint. This was an unimaginable sublimation. The slow sword light burst out again, as if the flowing water reached the end, and a new source suddenly emerged from the bottom and continued to move forward.

Ji Liao has no longer cared about shaking the acupoints and what consequences will be the potential of squeezing the body?

He only had one thought left, that was to defeat her and let her taste the taste of failure.

The figure of the woman in purple finally became an immortal in his eyes. Under the bright moonlight, it was a face without any flaws. Since the emergence of human beings, perhaps no face can be more beautiful than her.

The thrilling beauty can almost shake the immortals and Buddhas.

The sword light was extremely cruel to go against the trend, and it wanted to destroy this indescribable beauty.

The woman in purple looked down at Ji Liao, both surprised and disdainful. She slowly pressed a jade hand forward, which was a pair of hands that were softer than the new morning glory vines, and was about to touch the sword light that seemed to break the river.

Anyone who sees this scene will probably worry about these tender hands and hate the resolute and terrifying sword light.

Ji Liao felt that the knife light seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, and the speed of acceleration was once again slow. The water flow around him gathered like an inescapable cage.

He suddenly felt like he was isolated from the world.

There is no support and no way to resist.

What's even more terrifying is that he doesn't know when that hand will burst out with real power, and how dazzling it will be at that time.

The divine sword named Qianqiusui began to tremble, and the sword intent from its original owner seemed to come across time and space.

That is also an invincible magic.

Qianqiu Sui also accompanied its first generation of masters and had an invincible period.

It is said that invincibility is a kind of loneliness that is invincible at a high place, but the strong will never be willing to lose this loneliness.

Qianqiusui doesn’t want to lose!

Ji Liao was extremely insightful of the Divine Sword's intentions at this moment.

He silently said, "Why do I want to lose?"

Ji Liao and Qianqiusui are in harmony with each other, and for a moment, people and swords are inseparable from each other, and they enter a state of harmony.

An inexplicable magic appeared, as if sucking all the light in the world into the blade.

No, there was a little firefly light that appeared on the tip of the knife.

In the quiet night, the only fireflies appear, explaining what loneliness is.

Loneliness, loneliness, not eternal in loneliness, it disappears in loneliness.

The firefly trembled slightly, but nothing could stop it in the darkness. It is the king of darkness. Even if it is just a little firefly, it is the only light in the darkness.

For truly top-notch people, a little light can make them look around thousands of miles away.

The light invaded Mu Qing's beautiful and moving body, and the sound of the turbulent river tide became a footnote to this light.

Crack.

The strange noise means that Ji Liao really fought with Mu Qing, and it was no longer a confrontation of energy.

He felt clearly in his heart that the tip of the knife had touched Mu Qing's fingertips.

It was an extremely shocking force that made her with her tender fingertips resist the sharpness of the blade breaking through everything. The sky was trembling, and Ji Liao jumped out of the river with the posture of an eagle soaring in the sky, and the boundless moonlight as silver as snow also draped on him.

The darkness is gone, the moonlight shines everywhere, the river tide returns to the ground, the waves sway, and the quiet night is no trace.

The Buddha, who was hundreds of feet tall, was extremely peaceful, and his calm Buddha eyes seemed to be enjoying the battle.

Blocking Ji Liao's unrivaled sword force, Mu Qing did not have any lust, everything seemed to be expected. In her long life, she had met an opponent many times stronger than Ji Liao, and she was the only one who survived in the end.

The easiest thing is to die, and the most difficult thing is to live. When she comes to her, it seems to be the opposite.

Mu Qing's cold and faint eyes were like the cold moon in the sky. She looked at the lonely and looked down at all living beings like the big Buddha behind her.

"In less than twenty years, you are qualified to live a trick with me. It's great." But there was no look of praise in her eyes.

Ji Liao looked at the woman in purple who looked like a god and a demon, and felt the vicissitudes of her body. Vicissitudes are the engraving of time, and time is the most ruthless, like Mu Qing.

Qianqiusui was not scared by this powerful enemy, and the tip of the knife trembled, which was the joy of encountering the opponent.

For this magic sword, there may be nothing more exciting than encountering a powerful opponent.

The life of the knife is also blooming in a peerless confrontation.

Ji Liao gently brushed the blade with his hand, as if he was treating his lover.

He said lightly: "The next knife is called "washing all the waves and eternal love."

Mu Qing is a romantic figure who has been around forever, and this knife will wipe out all her.

Of course she understood this meaning and smiled slightly, "I hope your sword technique can match your tone."

Ji Liao is a very talented person. He learns quickly no matter what he learns, especially in his practice.

In just a short period of time, he has overcome achievements that countless monks cannot reach in their entire lives.

This time, Ji Liao only hopes to use this knife to cross the mountain Mu Qing.

If the past is cut off, his determination is represented, then the waves are washed away, and his infinite faith is his endless faith.

There is only one sword in Duan Qianchen, but now Ji Liao's sword is released, and there will be heavy wind, rain and thunder.

All kinds of strange phenomena flashed, and the vitality between heaven and earth gathered on this knife.

Mu Qing could interrupt him, but he didn't do so.
Chapter completed!