Yesterday, they lived in the same yard, but they didn't go back to sleep in the room. Instead, a group of people lay in the yard watching the stars and chattering, taking advantage of Ye Wuchen's big wedding to let go of their hearts, talking wildly, Hearing them talk about their past lives under Duan Hunyuan, about the various interesting things that each of them encountered after they were scattered across the Tianchen Continent, and listening to Chu Jingtian talk about the boring days before he left the north... the whole night, the sound of laughter was overwhelming. Almost never stopped. Being with each of them is so comfortable, without any restraint and pressure.
Hei Xiong's childlike smile and laughter from yesterday are still in his heart, but it seems like God made a huge joke with them, but within half a day, it's already separated by yin and yang... The one who killed him is still regarded by him as his best brother and partner Leng Ya... the pain in his heart was far greater than theirs.
Hearing Chu Jingtian's shout, Leng Ya's body froze for a short moment. In this gap, Yan Duancang, who had a gloomy face, hit him right in the chest with the "Yan Soul Breaking Cloud Hand", which could shatter a small mountain. A fist punched Leng Ya's chest, but his body did not take a step back. Before Yan Duancang could be surprised, a shock force that was stronger than his attack just now came from his fist and Leng Ya. There was a "click" from the part where the body was connected, and his wrist was directly dislocated, and his body was thrown out by the shock force.
But this punch also made Leng Ya wake up from the confusion of the sound just now. Looking at Yan Duancang's staggered body, he slowly raised the Broken Wind Blade in his hand to the level of his forehead, and then swiped down...
Leng Ya's strongest skill, one that kills with one blade - Yixiantian!
Yan Duancang has been getting more and more surprised just now when he fought against Leng Ya. He had seen Leng Ya's strength with his own eyes, but today he is not the Leng Ya he knew at all. For a second, he had to endure a strange aura that made his heart uncomfortable, as well as the bursts of painful cutting sensations brought about by his waving of the Broken Wind Blade. Now that he faced his "Yianxiantian" in person, he truly understood how terrifying his unique skill of instantly killing Yanzheng, the elder of the Northern Emperor Sect, was with the strength of the elementary level of heaven. The moment the broken wind blade slashed down, the air wave coming from the sky was like an extremely sharp and heavy knife, slashing in front of him. With his ability, he smelled the breath of approaching death. Death's resistance made him unable to react, his body had turned all its strength into a protective force to block him.
Chi!
The defense of the Flaming Soul Art was torn apart in an instant, "Yian Yi Tian" finally did not cut Yan Duancang's body, the impact generated by the resistance made him fly backwards again, a shallow line of blood flowed from his left forehead Straight to his right leg, at that moment, Yan Duancang already felt that his body was cut in half.
The crisis didn't end because of this, Leng Ya's Wind Breaking Blade was raised again, but before his hand fell, a voice that made his heart tremble violently rang in his ears: "Sword God Art... Impermanence of the Dao of Heaven!"
The Cangming sword that was instilled with power and flashed blue light flew from above him obliquely, piercing his wrist. The blue light made Leng Ya's blood pupil flicker slightly, and the movement stopped again, but after that, the blood light continued. In a flash, he swung the wind-breaking blade and slashed at the Cangming sword. Chu Jingtian, who was connected with the breath of the Cangming sword, turned pale suddenly.
Chu Jingtian stared blankly at Feiyuan's Cangming sword, took a long breath, and roared: "Leng Ya... wake up, I know that you are not you now... You must not be such a person... you Wake up! What's wrong with you!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three air arrows roared through the air, and shot at Leng Ya's chest and legs respectively. Leng Ya flicked his right hand, and there were three "bang bang bang", three shots were shot by Yan Duancang, and even the god-level masters of the same level The flaming soul qi arrows that he never dared to catch were scattered by him at the same time, and Yan Duan, who was bleeding from his body, was stunned for a moment, and his heart was covered with an increasingly heavy haze... The black bear, unexpectedly died.
Blood Killing Demon Eyes... Could this be his side effect
"Ah∥B killed you!"
The three donkeys, who could no longer hear the black bear's silly smile, all became furious and rushed towards the cold cliff crazily, but suddenly, a person stood in front of them. Chu Jingtian pointed at them with the Cangming sword that he had just withdrawn, and shouted with a calm face, "Don't come here... No one is allowed to come here! Leave him to me alone!"
"Get out of the way!"
"Give him to me!
A thunderous roar stunned several people. In their impression, Chu Jingtian was a simple and honest, easy-going, and slightly silly person. They had never seen such a side of him, such an expression, and never heard such a voice from him. Seeing his constantly twitching painful face, they suddenly thought that it was not them who suffered the most, but him... because of his brother who killed his friend!
"Leave it to him... The current Leng Ya is obviously lost in mind, maybe he can wake him up." Yan Duancang panted heavily, and he could see all Leng Ya's reaction to Chu Jingtian's voice .
They finally stepped back, stood beside the black bear and looked at Leng Ya with complex resentment in their eyes.
On the other hand, Long Huang'er had just left the Ye family.
Ye Wuchen came to Hua Shuirou's room silently, Hua Shuirou was lying sideways on the marriage bed, her small face was slightly smiling, and there were still traces of the first rain and dew last night on her face, which complemented her pale Smile with a touch of charming charm. Ye Wuchen's heart softened, and he sat gently on the side of the bed, but at this moment, Hua Shuirou opened his eyes, looking at him half shyly and half infatuatedly.
"Why don't you sleep more?" Ye Wuchen believed that he wouldn't wake her up if he didn't make a sound, she opened her eyes now, it was clear that she hadn't fallen asleep.
"I changed the bed...so I woke up very early." Hua Shuirou answered him honestly, she woke up earlier than Long Huang'er. As long as she can remember, she has been sleeping on the bed in her own room, and has never changed it. Last night was the first time she slept in another place, on another bed, and her lovely habit of recognizing the bed was exposed.
"You will get used to it gradually, my little Rourou will sleep next to your husband forever." Ye Wuchen said with a smile.
"Hmm..." Hua Shuirou answered with her head down, not daring to look into his eyes. Unconsciously, she has been pulling the quilt covering her chest and slipped half of it, her breasts are half exposed. She was stripped naked last night and now she is wrapped in underwear, but she is very shy. Before Wuchen came, he secretly put on the obscene clothes under the quilt.
Her breasts were much fuller than when Ye Wuchen first met her, and the two balls of cotton breasts that were about to bloom seemed swollen under the close-fitting obscene clothes. Ye Wuchen's mind fluttered, he reached into the quilt and pressed her chest, held a ball of incense softly in his hand, and rubbed it gently. Hua Shuirou is soft and soft like water, even though this is their new house, and there are only her and Ye Wuchen, but she is ashamed that her pretty face is pink like powder. She couldn't bear to refuse him, so she could only beg for forgiveness in a low voice, "Husband, don't... now... it's dawn, and people outside... will hear it."
"Don't worry, no one will hear it." Ye Wuchen comforted softly, grabbed Hua Shuirou's delicate and small chin, and kissed it. Hua Shuirou bit her lip, looked at him with a pair of watery eyes, her delicate face was rosy, shyly bearing Ye Wuchen's frivolity. Her shyness comes from her natural nature, even if she has become intimate with Ye Wuchen, it still cannot be wiped away, but her fairy face combined with that natural shyness, the combination produces something that is enough to make any man's blood boil. Resisting the madness, I just want to be as gentle and charming as possible to her.
But, she closed her eyes and waited for a long time, but she didn't wait until Ye Wuchen kissed her lips, the hand that was touching the bud on her chest also stopped moving, she opened her eyes secretly, only to find that his brows suddenly raised, He looked dazed.
Holding Hua Shuirou's shoulders to let her lie down on the bed, helping her pull the quilt, Ye Wuchen said softly in her ear: "Wait for me, I'll go out for a while."
"Ok… "
Gently kissing her on the forehead, Ye Wuchen left the room. The moment he turned around, his face sank, and there was a solemn look between his brows.
After stepping out of the room, it was almost dawn, and in the courtyard, a petite and exquisite figure was silently looking in the direction of the palace, seeing Ye Wuchen coming out, her eyes flickered slightly, and said: "Demon energy!"
"Well, I feel it." Ye Wuchen nodded. And at this time, it happened to be the moment when Leng Ya opened his bloody eyes, and a devil's grin appeared on his head.
Yan Tianwei fell from the sky and landed beside Ye Wuchen, he hurriedly said: "Master, it's that black shadow again, it's the shadow of the devil I mentioned to you last time, if it is really the cold cliff as the master said The power is generated, then...could it be some terrible enemy encountered over there. "
"Old man, look here." After Ye Wuchen finished speaking, he soared into the sky and flew towards the palace. Xiaomo also followed without hesitation. Ye Wuchen felt something, paused for Xiaomo to catch up, then left quickly with his arms around her body.
Yan Tianwei's brows twitched violently a few times, and he felt inexplicable uneasiness.
"Leng Ya... Ice Cube Face! I know, none of this is your fault... You're just fascinated by something, it's not your fault... If you can understand me, wake up quickly!" Chu Jing Tian's whole body tensed up, his teeth chattered, and he shouted loudly.
The blood-colored eyes struggled in flickering, Leng Ya shook his head, suddenly roared and rushed towards Chu Jingtian, his body wrapped in black gas pulled a long black shadow.
"Sword God Art - Flying Dragon Rage!!"
The Cangming Sword spun and flew away, bringing the swirling air wave to attack Leng Ya head-on, Leng Ya still waved casually, knocking out the Cangming Sword, which no one dared face to face, and sprinted in front of Chu Jingtian in an instant , stabbing the chest with one blade...
There was no blood spattering, the green blade tip stopped very close to his chest, Leng Ya's eyes were flickering, his hands were trembling, the Wind Breaking Blade swayed from side to side, but it couldn't move forward any more. The hearts of Sanluzi and others who were pale with astonishment almost jumped out of their bodies. Seeing that the situation was finally at ease, Yan Duicang, who was almost shot by an air arrow, also let out a long sigh of relief.
He still recognizes Chu Jingtian, and has not completely lost his sanity. But at this moment, they couldn't get closer, let Chu Jingtian guide him slowly, and their presence might make him go berserk again.