Huaxi squatted down and gently pulled a piece with his fingers. He found that it was not ice, but some kind of jade-like existence.

The ancestor looked at Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu nodded gently.

Zhao Layue looked at the little girl who seemed to care about nothing by the sea, and took back several sword intents.

Huaxi's body trembled slightly.

After a while, she slowly stood up, turned around and looked at the edge of the coconut forest, and her eyes fell on Shen Qingshan's face.

Shen Qingshan didn't look at her, but looked at Jing Jiu.

The quietness by the sea was suddenly broken by the sound of footsteps.

Zhao Layue ignored it and just looked down at his palm. The sword intents taken from Huaxi's mind lay like thin ice on the palm with thin calluses, so quiet and gentle, like the wings of a cicada.

The footsteps were very stable and the intervals were completely consistent.

A row of footprints appeared on the beach, which was obviously barefoot.

The gray plaid shirt is already torn, so how can I keep my shoes?

Liu Shishui walked to the wheelchair and bowed, saying, "I want to ask the ancestor for advice."

Looking at this scene, Zhuo Rusui's expression changed slightly, thinking that it was not Zhao Layue who took action first?

"Go." Zhao Layue said in her heart.

The thin ice-like sword intents in her palm suddenly melted and turned into two sword lights.

The sword light bent slightly, like an arc.

The next moment, the two arcs appeared next to the coconut forest and behind the wheelchair.

Reality gradually emerges under the arc light, and they are two thin films with a faint silky structure between them.

Those are pairs of transparent wings.

On Qing'er's body.

It turned out that it was not the two arc-shaped sword lights that left by themselves, but Qing'er stuck the sword light on his wings.

Then she appeared quietly behind Shen Qingshan.

This is even more mysterious than the Zhongzhou School's Heaven and Earth Escape Technique, and faster than the Netherworld Immortal Sword.

The transparent thin wings fell silently.

Slashed down with those two sword lights.

At the same time, a sword tip popped out from the sand under Shen Qingshan's wheelchair.

As red as blood.

It was Chuzi Jian who was pioneered by Zhao Layue with blood.

Countless sword lights lit up in the depths of Zhao Layue's eyes.

The sword lights penetrated the black and white eyes, smearing an extremely awe-inspiring meaning.

Several sword lights appeared on the hair floating on her temples and the cloth belt on her collar.

Why is the invisible sword body so terrifying?

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...

The sky is full of stars dotted in the night sky, and the green mountains and peaks are quiet and a little boring.

Nan Wang sat on the black stone on the top of Qingrong Peak, looking at the starry sky, silent.

Compared with previous years, she finally changed a little, just like the flower tree next to the black stone has produced many new branches.

For example, she did not lie on the black stone, did not drink, and more importantly, she did not sing.

She withdrew her gaze and looked at Shenmo Peak not far away, and found that it was even more deserted than hers.

Those people have ascended or left, or gone to the sea.

The pictures that can be seen on the cliffs often no longer exist and I think they will never appear again.

The starlight suddenly became dimmed, the night sky suddenly became strong, and the sky and the earth were slightly chaotic.

Nan Wang looked slightly stern and looked towards the direction of Bihu Peak.

Why did the Qingshan Sword Formation, which was repaired by Ping Yongjia thirty years ago, react so much?

Countless clouds gathered around the world, blocking the starlight and pressing on the green mountains like a lid.

A dust dragon emerged from the top of the Tianguang Peak and quickly came to the top of Qingrong Peak.

Ping Yongjia bowed to her and said, "There will be thunder in the future."

Heavenly thunder is not a heavenly tribulation, but it is also an extremely rare celestial phenomenon, which often means something important.

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion: "Can you know why the real person in the head of the sect?"

Ping Yongjia was silent for a while, looked at the Bihu Peak in the distance, and said, "Look, let's talk about it."

The sky above Bihu Peak is where the eye of the Qingshan Sword Formation is located.

Not long after, countless thunders fell from the clouds, and the bright lightning shone the green mountains and peaks very clearly.

The disciples of each peak have received orders to prohibit washing the sword in the thunderstorm tonight, and they all stayed in their respective caves.

Most of the lightning fell on the top of Bihu Peak.

The lake water is turbulent, the waves are constantly rising, and occasionally mist occurs.

The thunderstorm tonight was really terrible. The thunder soul tree in the palace was refined into two in a very short time.

"Did you see anything?" Nan Wang asked looking at Ping Yongjia.

Ping Yongjia's face was pale and his expression was a little wrong, and she said, "There is something outside."

Nan Wang understood what he meant, and his face couldn't help but change.

Ping Yongjia could see that it was because he had seen the man's ruthless eyes many times tens of thousands of years ago.

It didn't take long for the thunder to stop.

The clouds suddenly dispersed and the stars scattered, as if nothing had happened before.

But isn't anything really happening?

Ping Yongjia lowered her head and hugged her knees and sat on the black stone, as scared as a child.

Nan Wang said expressionlessly: "Since we can't change anything, just be yourself."

Ping Yongjia said in a daze: "Then what should I do?"
Chapter completed!