He only turned his head in mid-air once, and looked at the black and lingran figure again. It was white and snowy, and only the blackness was dazzling and dazzling.
I'm afraid I'll leave it here, and never see each other.
Jun Huantian is the myth of the entire Mangshan realm, and she is just the ant of the Mangshan realm. How do gods and ants get along
And I am afraid that Jun Huantian has countless enemies in the Mangshan Realm. She cannon fodder, and a small life is not enough to make those who are strong in the pill formation stage blink.
Sure enough, there are different roads on the same road, the road of cultivation is vast, he has already stepped towards the peak, and she is still struggling in the vastness, he is a legendary aptitude against the sky, she is a piece of waste wood that is as ordinary as the earth, and on the road of cultivation, They are actually people of two worlds.
This is not called inferiority, it is called self-knowledge.
In fact, she had already heard many rumors about Jun Huantian, and those words of praise and praise had some influence on her.
She can even say that she has also envied Jun Huantian’s completely defying luck and aptitude, worshiped the pure sword intent that has been rumored by the world, and jealous of his unique talent for refining. Mysteriously low-key, because he is low-key, still can't stop his own dazzling light, but... that's all.
He is still a legend to her, a story, a character written in a jade slip of a book, not... a living person.
This feeling is a little weird, just like you admire the three emperors and five emperors, admire their civil and martial arts, extraordinary heroism, but don't necessarily want to be friends with them.
Of course, she felt that she had flown away quietly, but she did not expect that her departure would cause a dramatic change in the stalemate situation.
Boom boom boom! "Xiangu, slow down, the slave's legs are short!"
At this moment, Zhu Zifan woke up from the serious injury. From the position where he opened his eyes, he just saw the back of Mo Ye leaving quickly.
"Mo'er..." Regardless of the injury, he turned over suddenly, stepped on the gentleman's sword, and chased him out.
"Brother, your injury... Oh, wait for me!" Xi Ziyou was anxious and angry, stomping his feet on the spot, helplessly, or offering a flying sword, chasing Zhu Zifan's figure.
Si Yueming had been paying attention to his precious apprentice with the divine consciousness, and when he saw this situation, he gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Rebel! Are you obsessed with ghosts?!"
But he couldn’t help but feel relieved. Zhu Zifan was once fascinated by the demon girl, abandoned her cultivation, and even disobeyed his orders, but now he is seriously injured, if the demon girl uses any tricks, his apprentice can still have Fate
It would be fine if the two sides were willing to waste cultivation as before, but now that the demon girl has an affair with Jun Huantian, he can't help but prevent it!
After thinking about it, he put away the broad silver long sword in his hand, his figure flashed, and he chased in that direction.
But Jun Huantian noticed that Mo Ye had left, and then Zhu Zifan followed all the way, he felt unhappy, but when he saw Si Yueming chasing him, he felt uneasy.
He didn't worry that Zhu Zifan would catch up with Mo Ye and be entangled at most. After he got away, he would go to her again.
But Si Yueming, he is bound to kill Mo Ye!
Jun Huantian didn't dare to stay any longer, turning around and chasing after him desperately.
"Stop!" Yu Qianqiu was about to stop, with a bang, a wall of flames rose in front of him, and the spiritual fire was as hot as magma.
Yu Qianqiu was just a flash of God's skill, waved up the Hanhaibinglan and rushed to the fire curtain. There was a loud noise, thick fog lingering, and boiling water splashing, which forced her to step back a few steps.
Oops, it won.
Of course, when the thick fog clears, where is the shadow of Jun Huantian on the other side of the sky
Zhong Qin stopped in the air, close to her, her hand was like a fiery red silk, like her blood in her heart and flames in her eyes.
"Are we... still fighting?"
In a short period of time, it seemed as if everyone around him had been taken away. The situation was still in full swing. Suddenly, he was drawn from the bottom of the pot and couldn't burn it anymore.