Chapter 1889 Bai Xue

"Can't hold it anymore!"

At the foot of Lingyu Mountain, Liu Fuyu's white sword shook violently, causing her tiger's mouth to crack and blood to overflow.

For some reason, the guardian spirit suddenly went crazy and struggled desperately, wanting to go to another place.

Its sword-holder is clearly right in front of him!

"Why did this suddenly?"

Yu Zhiwen and Yuegong Nu were on one side, looking puzzled.

The Twelve Swords of the Sword Tower are among the few ancient swords that have not been branded with God's seal.

Their responsibilities, one represents the identity of the Sword Ancestor, and the other is to protect the Sword Tower. Naturally, they cannot lose their position due to someone's order.

But even the eight swords that did not move, when the mysterious door opened on the far mountain top, would the guard go crazy?

"Twenty-one famous swords, inherited from the sword ancestor."

"Twelve swords in the Sword Tower, guarding the Sword Tower."

"The eight masters are familiar with the mystery and are about to attract the inheritance of the Sword Ancestor. The abnormal movements of protecting may be related to the Sword Ancestor and the Sword Tower?"

Yu Zhiwen thought about it and immediately came to this conclusion.

If you contact what Daoqiongcang said before, I am afraid it is not related to the spirit of the Demon Ancestor blocked by the Sword Tower and the loss of position of the guard?

"It's the sword tower!"

Liu Fuyu gritted her teeth tightly, and her eyes were filled with hatred.

She can find some intentions from the crazy struggle of the protector:

"It wants to go back, but it doesn't want to go back. The two wills alternate, and they struggle in pain."

"For some reason, it is so mentally chaotic. Refusal to communicate too much is definitely related to the sword tower."

"Sword Tower, something happened!"

The process is very complicated.

Fortunately, the results are clear.

The three women were not stupid, and they immediately thought that in the spirit of protection, the will to confrontation did not originate from protection, but from the spirit of the Demon Ancestor...

Everything is explained.

"Then there is only one question left. Which will belong to the spirit of the Demon Ancestor?" Yu Zhiwen hit the nail on the head, "or is it better to send the escort back to the sword tower, or not to send it back?"

Only Yu and Liu are hesitant.

As the successor of the former Holy Emperor, Moon Palace Nu made a quick decision and made his choice in one go:

"Can't send it back!"

"Don't forget, Daoqiong has found us and told everything."

"According to his idea, he naturally wanted to return to the building, and all the twelve swords in the sword tower returned to their positions, and perhaps they could lock the spirit of the Demon Ancestor again."

"But with his personality, since he can explain all this so clearly, it proves that there is no change. In other words, the spirit of the Demon Ancestor has been unblocked."

"The Sword Tower of Protecting the Return is not the return of the twelve swords, but the holding of firewood to put out the fire - we may not be able to protect this variable."

Liu Fuyu and Yu Zhiwen's heart sank.

The latter was about to speak, and thought that maybe Daoqiong thought about what Sister Yue could think of in advance, so...

Protect, you should return to your position!

Before she could make a sound, Moon Palace slave shook his head and interrupted:

"I know Daoqiong better than you."

"Without a slight change, he will never say everything so absolutely."

"Since the secret of heaven has been revealed, it is the secret of heaven for us, and it is no longer the same for him, but it has become a fixed number... We only have one choice left, press to protect!"

Clam!

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Fuyu's right hand flicked high.

The guard took off his palm and rushed into the sky, shooting straight into the direction of Xuanmiaomen, as if he was about to merge into the sea of ​​swords.

To enter the mysterious gate... The Moon Palace slave's beautiful eyes condensed and he read something.

"return!"

Liu Fuyu immediately pulled up and grabbed Gu with his sword.

But she was just a sword-holder for the time being, just like Rao Yaoyao could not control Xuan Cang.

The original owner of the guard is the Sword God.

How could a mere Liu Fuyu grasp the protection of his intention to leave?

"Go back!"

Yu Zhiwen did not think without thinking, and threw out the half-saint's mysterious meaning and tore it off.

Buzz!

Mysterious spread.

Everything returns to the origin.

The guard who had just pounced on the sky and tried to stay away again appeared in Liu Fuyu's hand. The latter reacted very quickly and pinched the sword technique at the same time:

"The word lock!"

With two clicks, the Taoist chains were wrapped up, tangling the guard like a python.

"Six Phoenix Heart-Secret Formation!"

The void sword around his body, with six rows of lines, turned into six illusory shadows of the green phoenix.

The green phoenix rings, after the high swelling, it turns into a green pattern mark and seals it into the sword body.

At this point, Hu stopped the movement.

"It finally stopped."

Liu Fuyu was still scared. After reaching out to wipe off the sweat stains on his forehead, he looked at the Moon Palace slave: "Why is Sister Yue so sure? We need to press..."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Fuyu's face changed, and while he was deterring, he opened his mouth and spewed out blood.

Bang!

The sword protector's body shook, the Taoist chain shattered, and the Six Phoenix Seals exploded.

It roared for a long time, turned into a white light, and flew over the sky again, pointing directly to the mysterious gate.

"willow……"

Yu Zhiwen had just taken out the pill and wanted to help stop the blood from the wound on Liu Fuyu's hand.

Just like Liu Fuyu, she didn't react at all. Hu could still struggle to escape!

She hurriedly took out another golden apricot branch, but unfortunately it was too late...

The fighting consciousness of the third realm is not yet reached by the two women.

He is the descendant of the former Saint Emperor, but these are the standard features in the family training list. Of course, the Moon Palace slave saw the change.

Her slender hand raised, and the holy power was condensed.

At this moment, with a buzzing sound, the angry immortal Buddha sword sealed in the sword map was automatically cut off and left in the air.

On the way with him, a ray of silver light shone, which was extremely eye-catching - Jian Nian!

"It's Xiaoba..."

The Moon Palace slave was stunned.

She looked at the sky above Lingyu Mountain at the first time.

Previously, the eight masters of the Imperial Swords, and all the swords in the five realms have passed. Xuancang, Duzun, and Taicheng, no matter how strong the sword holder is, they are no exception.

The only thing that the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword did not go, why?

Daoqiongcang left, but the Immortal and Buddha Sword did not dare to leave. Why?

All are reserved for self-defense in case of emergencies.

At this moment, the Eight Lords Anruo did not have the imperial sword, based on the relationship between her Moon Palace slave and the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword...

If you die of suffocation, only the "Sword Map" is left, which is a gift from the Eight Lords, and can be temporarily sent to any famous sword in the world.

How could the Angry Immortal know what he meant and take the initiative to attack?

At the foot of the mountain, the slave of the Moon Palace looked up at the top of Lingyu.

On the sea of ​​swords, the eight masters knew the mystery of their fingers. The romance of the Tao in the door was gushing, and the five domains were filled with excitement, but he turned his head slightly and glanced at the foot of the mountain without anyone caring about it.

"Dong."

When the eyes are touching each other, it is like the fingertips are soft and the heartbeat stops.

The slave god in the Moon Palace shook his mind, his vision was blank, except for the white figure, he could no longer see the protection of the sword tower, the angry immortal of the Buddha sword, the rhyme of the Taoist rays...

"Xiao Ba..."

My heart was murmured, and the Moon Palace slave opened his lips and teeth, but he couldn't make a sound. No matter what he could do, he could only lock his eyes and could not move.

Of course she could see...

He attended in great costumes, not because of the long lamp, but what he wore was consistent with his dress when he first met.

More than thirty years have passed, and he seems to have grown a little taller? Have you lost weight? Can't see clearly...

His beard was shaved cleanly, as if he could freeze his age, and his eyes were clear... vicissitudes, and there were traces at the corners of his eyes...

But it doesn't look like the picture that Daoqiongcang gave him, the sloppy sacred slap slave with unshaven beard and dry hair in the picture.

Daoqiongcang is indeed lying to himself!

He is still the same as before.

No, not exactly as it was...

On his shoulders, there were more holy slaves, more ghost beasts in Void Island, and more Taoism and inheritance. He no longer saw himself, nor could he be the only one.

The field of vision was slightly blurred, and Xiao Ba became Xiao Sixteen and Xiao Sanyi Er. There was one more him on his left and right sides, overlapping and separated from time to time, unable to see clearly or in real life.

The holy power rose slightly, and the fog in front of him was steaming. The Moon Palace Nu saw Xiao Ba again. Maybe there were not so many "many", but he was the same.

"I'm different..."

The Moon Palace Nu suddenly felt panic and his eyes dodged, realizing that he was not dressed up at all.

But behind her head, her eyes were still locked at the man at the sky. She wanted to bow her head, but she couldn't do it at all, and she was unwilling to look away because of this.

Since the moment when the Han Prison was defeated, in the past six months, the Moon Palace slave has imagined countless scenes of the two meeting each other.

She imagined meeting again in the sea of ​​flowers, embracing each other under the moonlight, and meeting back on the street with the lights...

I have thought about good things and bad things.

Perhaps because of his appearance, the eight monks who were in the battle were injured by Hua Changdeng again...

She miscalculated.

There are no such developments at all!

Even if this decision is back to reality, it must be to climb Lingyu Mountain and take a sneak peek before recognizing each other after the war.

I never thought that I would be caught at the foot of the mountain.

"My body..."

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!

The Moon Palace slave was confused. Without looking at it, his current appearance automatically appeared in his mind.

From the south of the dark, we arrived at night and were covered in dust.

The dress has not been replaced, and the hem of the skirt is also stained with the blood that splattered on the damn Taoist sky when Yeli sword slashed the damn Taoist sky.

"The face is not washed..."

"I haven't put my hair down..."

"The necklace is still in the jade box..."

"I didn't wear the hosta I gave..."

"And there are those big rustic jewelry bracelets on Dafu Street..."

After a sudden anxiety, Xiao Ba became Xiao Shi Liu and Xiao San. The Moon Palace slave blinked his eyes and became clear again.

In the distance, Eight Zun An smiled, raised his lips slightly, and nodded to him invisibly.

Everything becomes less important again.

The world has turned back on its colors, and the howling sound of wind, swords, and wars hit them all!

Returning...

That's all!

So if you haven't seen each other for so many years, people will still become strangers.

When we met again, even the only way to ask good questions between you and me was left was nodding, right? Eight Zou An?

The Moon Palace Nu responded to the smile. He had originally curved his eyes, but soon there was a bitterness in his eyes. Finally, the corners of his raised mouth were lowered, and his vision returned to blur.

The cold wind blew, lifting up the scattered hair on the forehead and temples.

In her heart, there was an eighteen-year-old girl jumping on tiptoe, raising her right hand high, and responding with joy.

But that's all the past.

In front of Yu Zhiwen, or even in front of Liu Fuyu, she was no longer young and could no longer do these moves.

The Moon Palace slave couldn't stand up, and when he lifted his white wrist, he could only lift it to his waist - he couldn't even reach his waist, and stopped just between his legs.

She waved gently, which was in imagination.

In fact, she just shook her slender fingers under her sleeves twice, and no one could see it. She was responding to his nod and smile.

really!

Eight masters know! Didn't see it either!

The Moon Palace slave looked dark. She raised her hand hard, but her hand was tremendous, and she couldn't lift it up above her head. She could only get her waist at the highest.

It seems that when I see each other again, smiling and nodding are the most I can do.

The Moon Palace slave let out a breath, as if he had removed all his strength. After sucking his chest slightly, he became smaller.

Her eyes lost their luster, her slender hands shrank, and half of her palm was hidden in her cuffs.

"cold……"

Knowing that the sword is mysterious, the Eight Masters can’t do anything in front of the five realms, but it still feels bad.

What a lofty sage slave!

What an arrogant eighth sword immortal!

Forgot all the past?

Finally, he seemed to remember something. The Moon Palace slave gritted his teeth and hated him, gently pressed his index finger and flicked it secretly... but there was no strength at all. It was hidden in his cuffs, and no one could see it.

Afar, on the top of Lingyu Mountain.

The eighth sword immortal, who was above the sea of ​​swords and admired by the five realms, leaned back slightly, as if he was bounced to death.

The Moon Palace slave was stunned.

The Eight Masters knew that there was still movement.

As before, he frowned and frowned at a very small scale...

This is in front of the five domains!

You are the eighth sword immortal, you are the leader of the holy slave, you are opening the mysterious sword - what are you doing now?

The Moon Palace slave pursed his lower lip.

When she saw the eyebrows jumping gently twice, she couldn't stop laughing, and she sniffed and turned her head away.

I won't look at you anymore.

...

"I'm angry."

"What are you angry about?"

"Your head breaks down."

"I'll hide."

"You hide from me!"

"Oh, I can't hide, I'm bounced..."

...

"Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

An inappropriate rooster crow interrupted the past.

The Moon Palace slave almost couldn't react. How could there be... a chicken crow in such a serious Lingyu battle environment?

She looked up.

But at some point, Hu had bypassed the blockade of the Buddha's sword and the Angry Immortal, and did not take the lead.

With the guidance of the Daoyun, the ancestor of the Xuanmiaomen Sword, it flashed into it and walked quickly.

Can be stuck at this time!

Suddenly, a black chicken jumped out of the sky, opened its sharp mouth and held the guard with lightning speed!

Protective shock.

But the black chicken's cross-eyed eyes condensed, and the fighting spirit was so fierce.

"Buzz!"

A silver light flashed on the sword guarding body, and he returned to calm from his madness, leaving only comfortable moans.

Sword thought?

Xiao Ba!

In the world of Moon Palace slaves, there is only Xiaoba in Jian Nian, and Jian Nian represents Xiaoba.

Although...

Chicken, a little surprised.

Not unacceptable?

But before she could go forward to meet the little Ba black chicken, a more crisp shout rang out beside her:

"here!"

The Moon Palace slave immediately stopped and turned his head to look.

It was a girl in black dress in her youth. Her eyes were wrapped in black belts, but she finally stopped being gloomy and a smile bloomed.

In the wind and snow, the girl stood on tiptoe and jumped gently twice. She clenched the hem of her skirt with some restraint in her left hand, but raised her right hand high above her head, revealing half of the snow-white lotus arms, shaking left and right to say hello:

"I'm here! Chicken!"

Hughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The black cock had a pair of eyes and was looking for something after shaking his head left and right after holding the sword.

After hearing the sound, he blew his chicken wings a few times and swung three shiny black feathers away.

Then, he held a white sword in his sharp mouth, stepped on the void, twisted towards the girl in black dress, and ran wildly.

Flying snow swept across your eyes.

The corners of the Moon Palace slave's lips were slightly raised.

At this moment when Xue Ying looked at her eyes, she saw the two eras overlapping, as beautiful and white as snow.

When he came to his senses, Liu Fuyu took the sword back, and Yu Zhiwen also showed up in front of him with the fat big black chicken in front of his chest.

The black chicken was still cross-eyed and was staring at him, as if he was identifying something, but there was a look of thinking in his eyes.

"It's..." Yuegong Nu pointed at the black chicken.

"Did you talk about him?"

Yu Zhiwen smiled and stroked the shiny black feathers of the fat chicken. The voice was filled with a small excitement that could not be concealed, "Xu Xiaoshou."