Chapter 488

"Xiao Ming, I'm sorry, I have to go first!"

The murmuring voice of words is full of white reluctance and nostalgia.

The light and shadow appeared in front of me, and the warm pictures on the East huangjun mountain were re reflected in my mind.

From becoming a mortal, he met and knew Chen Xiaoming, and finally fell in love.

The little things between them are full of warmth and sweetness.

Unfortunately, she can't wait for the man to come back!

"Xiao Ming, where are you?"

The last murmur, the dark ancient spear in front of us is approaching, and the boundless power has lost the last divine light around Bai Qian.

Shenxi retreated, and the radiance shrouded in the sky was broken, turned into a little fluorescence and scattered in the world.

Like the fading light of life, gorgeous and short.

"Buzz............"

Just when Bai Qian was desperate, the virtual shadow appeared in front of him and suddenly moved up in front of Bai Qian.

He looked stunned. When he looked at it, he saw that the virtual shadow was gradually solidified, and a thick back overlapped it.

"Whew."

The light of the sword is shining brightly, just like cutting through the sky of heaven and earth. The immortal light shines on the endless chaos for hundreds of millions.

"Boom!"

The dark ancient spear collided with the sword light. In just a moment, it was cut by the sword light, turned into black fog and disappeared by the immortal light.

In the vast heaven and earth, hundreds of millions of wisps of swords are flying in the sky, surrounded by immortal Qi, and the sword Qi is ringing, enveloping the whole sky.

"This is him!"

"Yes... Yes, master!"

In the Ninth Heaven, Bai Fengjiu and Hua qiangu recognized them immediately. Tears filled their eyes and looked at the silver haired youth in front of Bai qianshen.

Stunned, the white light in the stunned mind slowly looked up and looked at the familiar back in front of him.

"Xiao... Xiao Ming!"

It seems that I'm not sure. I can't tell whether it's virtual shadow or real.

The young man with silver hair trembled and turned slowly. His eyes were wet. Looking at the weak woman in front of him, his heart was full of heartache and regret.

"Shallow."

The murmuring words were full of deep feelings. Bai Qianqiang's spirit was no longer stretched. He threw it directly into Chen Xiaoming's arms and cried loudly.

"Xiao Ming!"

Thousands of words turned into a cry. The white light of the female emperor of Qingqiu is a woman's posture at the moment.

Chen Xiaoming slowly stretched out his hand, gently passed the tears on his white face, looked at each other's pale face, lowered his head and kissed each other deeply.

Xianli merges into Bai Qian's body and recovers his injury. Between the two people, more is the sweet tenderness.

"Jie Jie, what an enviable pair of desperate mandarin ducks!"

In the black fog, with some ironic words, the figure of the previous hand reappeared.

Tightly embracing the pale Chen Xiaoming, his face was cold, and a deep sense of killing flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The woman who hurt him, Chen Xiaoming, can only die!

"Whew."

The sword light is in the air, and the four forces can make it. In a moment, it can fix the space-time of the four worlds and imprison the void and chaos.

Hundreds of millions of sword Qi roared and echoed with it, turning into a sea of swords.

"Ha ha, you want to kill..."

The figure in black robe laughed loudly, but before he finished his words, he saw the sword light just waved and opened his body in an instant.

"This, how is this possible!"

Looking down at the wound in his abdomen, the sword spirit is constantly losing his vitality. No matter how he resists it, it won't help.

"How could he be so strong?"

I wonder, this is just a seventh order world. How can such a strong man appear.

"Bang!"

The heart is unwilling, but there is nothing to do. The body is broken, turned into fragments and dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Was he killed?"

"Master is getting stronger again!"

But with one sword, he killed each other second. Bai Fengjiu and others were stunned.

Not seen for many years, Chen Xiaoming's strength exceeded their expectations.

"Xiao Ming, your strength?"

Not only Bai Fengjiu and others were surprised, but Bai Qian was also stunned.

The strength of the other side, she has fought, is also good, but now she has been killed by a sword.

"Well, there has been some improvement over the years."

With a tender response, Chen Xiaoming is also happy that he has broken through his cultivation in swallowing the plane.

Otherwise it will be too late.

"Shallow, take them back first."

Touching his white hair, Chen Xiaoming glanced at jiuchongtian's huaqiangu and others.

The apprentice who was accepted casually in those years is now a strong man of level 6. It seems that he has not been abandoned in recent years.

"Well, be careful."

There was worry in his eyes, but after looking at the black fog outside the sky, Bai Qian nodded.

She'll be a burden if she stays.

When he left, he took a look at Chen Xiaoming, kissed him a little shyly, and then left.

"Ha ha."

Chuckling in his mouth, he happily watched Bai Qian retreat with huaqiangu and others. Chen Xiaoming reluctantly took back his eyes.

"Buzz............"

The space trembled slightly. The next second, Chen Xiaoming's figure had come outside Tianyu.

Staring at the dark fog in front of him, Chen Xiaoming noticed a sense of familiarity.

"Come out, why hide your head and show your tail."

The magic eye broke the delusion, and hundreds of millions of sword Qi poured into the black fog. Chen Xiaoming could vaguely detect the breath in the black fog.

Deep and terrible, like a big crisis!

Moreover, a strange feeling rose and filled Chen Xiaoming's heart.

This feeling is very familiar. The sense of oppression felt before seems to be homologous with it.

It seems that all this is the same as running for yourself.

"Hehe, I'm really not afraid of death!"

"Since he is in a hurry to die, let's help him."

"Finish it quickly and finish the task early."

The black fog receded, and three figures came out. These three people were different from the previous men in black robes.

The three men wore different clothes. One of them was white headed, dressed in blue, and carried a coffin behind him.

The other man was dignified, with floating dust in his hands and a Taoist robe. Obviously, he looked like an expert.

The last person, however, was ordinary and silent, but the sharp cold light between his eyes was frightening.

The three appeared together, and the fog around them was pushed back and came together.

"Huh?"

Chen Xiaoming raised his eyebrows and didn't pay attention to the appearance of the three people.

But it's the same level as the black robed man. You can kill a second with up to three swords.

However, what really concerns Chen Xiaoming is the black fog that has not dispersed.

Danger still comes from the black fog, and so does the familiar feeling.

"Go."

The trio, who had not yet identified the situation, immediately began to work. For a moment, chaotic Qi surged and endless power oppressed them.

Chen Xiaoming frowned. Without hesitation, he cut out the heavenly swords with one sword.

The bright immortal light broke out again, and the sword light was vertical and horizontal again.

The new trio suddenly changed their look, changed from attack to defense, and retreated towards the rear.

"Poof... Poof..."

In the air, the three fought together, but they were still seriously injured.

One by one, they couldn't believe it. They looked at Chen Xiaoming and didn't know what to say.

Chen Xiaoming looked at the black fog with serious eyes.

Moved, the people who really threatened themselves in the black fog finally moved.