Chapter 73

The bright and mottled sun tilted and covered the tombstones standing in the wind with a faint halo in the morning.

Life soul tombstone!

The strong who opened up the blood refining space suppressed this space with the life soul tombstone, and the disciples who entered the blood refining space left a brand on their life soul tombstone one after another.

Once a person dies, the mark on it immediately collapses and the blood light dissipates.

The bleak tombstone is like the judgment of the God of death. Looking up, groups of tombstones are bleak.

Vaguely, only a hundred tombstones are still blooming with unique blood light. In the East, the tombstone representing the life and soul of the disciples of Langya sect is haunted by 27 scarlet lights.

Dozens of Moody eyes gathered on the tombstone and whispered, "the 27th tombstone!"

The dazzling bones meander down, and the scarlet blood is like the little blood waves splashed in the sea of bones, dotted with the dead world.

The towering bone mountain, with the bleak glow of autumn, outlines this slender shadow as a soul stirring beauty. The elegant and clean robes move in the wind. The cangyue just stares at the tombstone quietly, elegant like a graceful butterfly.

"Is he still alive?" Jiang prison whispered in a trembling tone that he couldn't believe.

The twenty-six scarlet lights on the tombstone represent them, so who does the twenty seventh scarlet light represent?

"Qin Wumo, Dao Sansheng and Xiao Wenruo are the leaders of their respective sects!"

"There are other disciples of the sect. Once these people unite, only elder martial brother Qi can retreat in the whole blood refining space." Nalan Zi frowned, and her long and narrow eyes slightly focused on the back of Qi Qingshan, standing on the vast land like a spear, like a sword peak in the sky, towering like a mountain, giving people a calm and inexplicable security, As if all this in the world could not shake this figure, worship and love flickered in the beautiful eyes, and Nalan purple beautiful eyes looked forward to it.

"Maybe it's other Langya sect disciples. After all, when I get out of the sword tomb, there are many Langya sect disciples staying in the sword tomb!" Han ruotan slowly opened his mouth, and his reasonable explanation made Nalan Zi's mouth jump.

Jiang prison and others also smiled with relief. At the same time, they also felt some inexplicable melancholy. There were only 27 Langya sect disciples left.

"It's a good feeling to be able to stand here safely and see the rising morning glow again!" Jiang prison gently vomited. "It's a pity that senior brother fangs are gone. Too many people have been killed by blood refining this time!"

"You shouldn't let Su Bai die so easily, at least break him into pieces!" Nalan's purple silver teeth slightly bit his red lips, and his exquisite pretty face was full of cold.

Standing with a negative hand, the eyes of abandoning the green shirt never made waves, turned slightly, and met the beautiful shadow like autumn leaves in front. Lang said, "do you want to wait?"

The voice in the rear was dead in vain. Nalan Zi, Han Ruo Tian, Jiang prison and so on looked up together, with a touch of complexity in their eyes.

In particular, the blood on the jade butterfly sword made Jiang prison and others breathe a little faster. They chased and killed all night. They didn't take any advantage of this beautiful girl, but paid the lives of more than ten Langya sect disciples.

Hearing the speech, the moon turned slowly, and the black hair fell down along the attractive waist line. He asked, "after waiting so long, you don't miss these times, do you?"

"There was some interest before, but now it's a little boring. Even if he was lucky to avoid the pursuit of Qin Wumo and others and came here, he can't arouse my interest!" abandon his green shirt and stare at the overly vast sky, "but if those fools of Qin Wumo join hands with him and you, maybe they can arouse my interest!"

"Even if Qin Wumo tolerates his anger for a moment, I believe he will not join hands with Qin Wumo and others!" cangyue shook her head and smiled. The snow-white silver teeth are like the clear sunshine on the ice and snow: "you are not the only proud person in this world!"

"There is always a more proud person who tramples on each other's posture, which is worthless!" there are not many waves in the voice of abandoning the green shirt, and a touch of aggressiveness is swept from the gentle eyes: "what did you get in the sword tomb?"

"Why don't you ask if that thing is on me?" Cang Yue's slender eyelashes drooped slightly and asked.

Abandoning the green shirt seemed to hear a joke, and the thin corner of his mouth pulled a radian: "it's meaningless whether it's on you or not. I just want to know what you've got in advance“

"Elder martial brother, why talk nonsense to her? If you catch her, you'll know if the thing is on her!" Nalan Zi sneered on her pretty face and stared at the Cang moon. The former's elegant and refined temperament disgusted her.

The clear eyes of the cangyue are faintly condensed on the cangyue, "abandon your green shirt, your taste is as vulgar as the soft egg of menglingyun!"

This undisguised sarcasm made nalanzi's whole face cold to the bone, and her beautiful eyes glared at the Cang moon. "What are you? Dare you tell elder martial brother abandoned by your beauty, identity and strength? It's the ants that will die in elder martial brother abandoned's hands after all. Pretending to be arrogant, do you want to attract elder martial brother abandoned's attention?" Speaking of this, the remaining light from the corner of Nalan's purple eyes glanced at the abandoned green shirt, and his face eased slightly: "elder martial brother, if you really want to ask something from this bitch, younger martial sister has a way to catch her, pull off her skirt and robe, and ask her if she doesn't answer, let elder martial brother Jiangguan vent on this bitch and see how hard she can talk!"

At the end of the word, Nalan Ziyang raised the corner of his snow-white mouth and stared at the cangyue fiercely.

On one side, Han ruotan and Jiang prison frowned slightly, and their eyes glanced over Na Lanzi's pretty face. They really couldn't imagine that Na Lanzi would say such vicious and excessive words.

However, the rest of the disciples of Langya sect stared at the cangyue hotly. In particular, the graceful posture and soul-stirring face of the strong made them feel a desire. A name full of greedy young people said: "Ha, younger martial sister Nalan is right. We don't need to talk nonsense with this woman, elder martial brother. When she falls into the hands of all martial brothers, we have ways to let her explain!"

The obscene laughter echoed, and all the famous Langya sect disciples were ready to move, and their eyes were still on the peerless face of the cangyue.

Listening to these vicious words, cangyue's face didn't change any look. Her calm eyes were looking at nalanzi faintly, and a clear smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, but there was a little dangerous smell in the smile.

Under the gaze of the delicate eyes like the bright moon, Nalan Zi only felt a cold coming out from his back. Just wanted to say something, he saw that he took a step forward without any hesitation, just blocking Nalan Zi's body behind. At the same time, a quiet moon suddenly swept out, just like a dancing butterfly, with an elegant attitude Passing by the abandoned green shirt, the sword eyebrow of the abandoned green shirt was slightly wrinkled, and the right hand held in front of the chest pierced out like lightning in vain. However, at this moment, a sad scream suddenly sounded, a fear spread in the eyes of the young people who spoke earlier, and blood splashed.

Because of this scene, Jiang prison and Han ruotan fell into a brief silence. Their hearts were cold. They looked at the bloody jade sword, their eyes moved slightly, and fell on the smiling jade face of the cangyue. There was horror in their eyes. The sword was too fast.

"Even menglingyun's soft egg doesn't dare to speak like that. It's up to you? Seven heavy waste!" cangyue Lianbu stepped slightly, drew his sword, avoided the attack of abandoning his green shirt, and glanced at the stunned Nalan purple in the corner of his eye.

Waste! Nalan's purple willow eyebrow was fierce, like a wild cat trampled on its tail. His voice immediately became sharp: "kill my Langya sect disciple and dare to be so arrogant. Senior brothers, capture this bitch!"

The sound seemed to dispel the horror in the eyes of the disciples of Langya sect. Each of them swept out with a sword and surrounded the Cang moon. They looked at the Cang moon with some fear. Jiang prison and Han ruotan stood on both sides one after another, locking the beautiful shadow with a fierce breath. Once the beautiful shadow moved, it was destined to be a storm like attack, and abandoned Qingshan turned slowly and stared at it calmly With cangyue, even if cangyue killed a famous disciple of Langya sect in front of him, there was no fluctuation on his face. Instead, a smile gradually appeared on the corners of his mouth: "cangyue, am I qualified to say such words? After waiting so long, I lost my patience, and I happened to have less followers around me!"

A sudden sentence was no less than a bolt from the blue. The faces of Jiang prison and others changed, and Nalan purple had a sour taste.

The moon smiled for the first time, like the rising sun: "do you want me to be your follower?"

"Fangs are dead!" abandoning his green shirt and slowly looking into cangyue's eyes: "naturally, you have to find someone to replace you. You are the first to kill the disciples of Langya sect in front of me!"

"But I'm a disciple of Zhuang mengge!" cangyue said seriously.

"Zhuang mengge won't care about the fate of an external disciple!" he said indifferently.

"It's really too confident!" cangyue's eyes narrowed slightly, quietly looked at the vast sky, and a touch of drama abuse appeared at the corners of her mouth: "but unfortunately, I'm also a proud person!"

The lotus steps slightly. The slender jade hand of the cangyue holds the Jade Butterfly Sword slightly and rises slowly. The bloody Jade Butterfly Sword coldly points to the abandoned green shirt. At this moment, the atmosphere becomes tense, and even the air between the two becomes a little solidified.

The smile on his face gradually gathered away. He suddenly sighed and shook his head. His soft eyes suddenly became sharp, just like a sharp sword out of its scabbard: "what a pity!"

Bang! The strong breath surged out of the abandoned green shirt like a volcano. The green shirt danced, and the black eyes of the abandoned green shirt were cold.

"Abandon your green shirt and dig a corner of the wall, but you want to cut off your children and grandchildren!"

However, at this moment, a sound of laughter sounded in the stony area without warning, like a sharp blade, ripping open the explosive atmosphere