Chapter 1937

Duanmu Xiaoman's moon robe is clear and meaningful, his eyes are as bright as fog, and his eyes are as bright as nine days of the Milky way. He is a little disappointed and dazed at the earth vein.

"Master, what do you think of my soul skill?"

On that day, Su Yi was in front of his eyes, and the scene of performing unparalleled dragon flash was still vivid, and her bright red lips trembled.

"Will you disappear for decades this time?" Duanmu Xiaoman's eyes are rippling with water light, just like the billows rolled up in the deep sea.

As soon as the words were spoken, Duanmu Xiaoman finally couldn't help squatting on the ground, his hands between his knees, and his delicate body trembled.

Big crystal clear tears fell on the earth's veins, and the energy of heaven and earth fluctuated continuously.

Duanmu Xiaoman knew that she had been holding out for too long. Even if Su Yi disappeared in front of her, she was telling herself, "it's okay, he'll come back!"

Just sometimes, silent crying hurts the most.

Sometimes, the most hurtful lie is self deception.

Duanmu Xiaoman himself has forgotten how long he would cry so recklessly.

From breaking into the heavenly palace at the beginning, to helping yourself hold your breath to control the chaos in the heavenly palace, and then fighting the bloody demon dragon with yourself at the bottom of the broken sword.

That scene, out of his control, took turns to play, tearing Duanmu Xiaoman's head.

"Why! Why! You want to spell like this? It should be borne by me. I don't need your help!"

Duanmu Xiaoman lies between his knees, his moon robe is wet, the water mist is misty, and scarlet blood drips slowly from his white teeth and red lips.

Raised his head again, Duanmu Xiaoman's eyes burst with a cold and linglie's death intention, the corners of his mouth light hook, faint and low.

"Don't worry, I'll come to you soon!"

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Holy mountain, lush vegetation, Xianxia all over the sky.

The spirit bird spreads its wings and hovers between the mountains. The clouds are steaming. The Milky gauze separates the mountains, and the golden energy breath is shrouded between heaven and earth.

Under the dark, white and yellowish sky, the mountains are as bright as gold, solemn and solemn. On the majestic and strange rock walls, they are colored with golden rays, which makes them extremely magnificent.

The river flows, and the tip of the black iron peak is reflected on the lake, like a drunken old man, who has been asleep for many years.

Jiusheng peak, Jiusheng Pavilion.

The goose yellow curtain hung upside down, and the slightly opened window lattice shed a trace of gold. Since Liu Ruoxi returned to the holy mountain, he put himself in the door without going out of the gate or stepping out of the second gate.

Time has slowly passed for nearly a month, and Liu Ruoxi is waiting for the news from the foot of the mountain every day.

"Jiji!"

The spirit bird stopped at the edge of the bed and quickly spread its wings again. Liu Ruoxi held her cheek in her hand and stared at the vast and quiet world, distracted and lonely.

"I'm not as free as a bird!"

Jade green fingers tightly on the windowsill, behind him came a voice of vicissitudes.

"Miss, the holy mountain is in a mess now. Don't lock yourself in the house!"

Liu Ruoxi's eyelashes moved slightly, and she looked listless. She said sadly, "Guan Bo, I... Can't raise my interest in anything."

Naturally, I knew that after returning from the Tianfeng qualifying battle, Xue Honglou and Wei Chi Changfeng were seriously injured. After recuperation, the battle of the holy emperor was put on the agenda again.

The two factions on the holy mountain are in the same situation. If the next Holy emperor can be inclined, the selection of the holy emperor will basically stop.

And the old man called Guan Bo was also the one who came to rescue the danger of Mancheng the other day. His bent figure was outside the door and sighed deeply.

"In more than 20 days, the holy master has passed on you three times, and it's coming again today! Can't help but see!"

Hearing the name of the Holy One, Liu Ruoxi subconsciously shook her body, clenched her red lips and whispered.

"Guan Bo, please help me drag it out again."

"Hey!"

There was a knock outside the door, and the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared, leaving only a wordless sigh.

"What if he comes?"

Liu Ruoxi's beautiful eyelashes drooped slightly, his right hand pinched his index finger, his eyes turned to the distance again, and said faintly, "when I see you again, at least I'm still your person."

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Shenjian gate, with steep peaks, is like several Shenjian rushing through the sky, cutting through the void.

Among the winding and steep mountains, a blue lake reflects the sky, reflecting a pair of blue eyes.

"Yao'er, didn't he tell you not to run out?"

The graceful and gentle voice came slowly from the back of the body. Suddenly, the gorgeous woman with exquisite posture, elegant palace robes and dark hair in Flowing Clouds came slowly.

Su kuangge's eyes were divine, and there was still a faint dignified between his eyebrows, murmuring.

"Yao'er, don't you know that master Suxin and I are worried about you? Your life is not just your own!"

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Mu Yao's face was haggard. After more than ten days of restlessness, her face was a little pale. Her fingers were gently raised and she stroked the nine Youming snake.

At this time, the nine Youming snake was huge, and its eyes were like a ghost fire. It was breathtaking, and its huge Demon power made people afraid to approach.

"But my heart is very uncomfortable, seven up and eight down!" Mu Yao sighed in a low voice, her eyes like water, calm.

The master called Su Xin glanced at Su Kuang Ge, pulled Su Kuang Ge aside and whispered.

"Haven't the demon gate replied?"

Su kuangge was also quite irritable. The corners of his dry mouth suddenly pulled and shouted, "if you want to have news, are you still waiting here!"

It seems to have been used to Su kuangge's temper. Su Xin shook her head and walked to Mu Yao.

"Yao'er, you have Jinpeng's blood, and you shouldn't sink day by day. Even if Su Yi doesn't come, you also have very important things. At least you should work hard for the divine sword sect and Su Yi's overlord clan."

Su kuangge's aura burst out, and a light flashed in his eyes. He was very angry and said ruthlessly, "Yi'er will come back! There's nothing you can't come!"

Mu Yao frowned, looked up at the lake, and Su Yi's words to herself in front of the Baiying palace were still hovering in her ears.

Standing up, mu yaorou said in a soft voice, "master Su, don't worry! I know!"

"Then I'll rest assured. It's nearly a month since I came back to the divine sword gate. I'm still not at ease. I'll go to the demon subduing gate and chaos domain to have a look!"

Before the words fell, Su kuangge's sword Qi crisscrossed the sky and the earth, marking a long trace of sword Qi in the air.

At this time, Su Yi, who was far away in the sky, didn't know that he had only been in the space-time interlayer of Sanwu domain for more than a dozen days, while Tianman mainland had been for nearly a month.

In all corners of Tianman continent, Su Yi's name has been spread all over the six continents, three states and one sea since the Tianfeng qualifying war.

Five aristocratic families, holy mountain, chaos domain, all schools have sent disciples and eyeliner to find Su Yi's whereabouts.

In the long family, long Kuang is planning a more direct plan. The battle between the holy emperor of the holy mountain is in full swing. The final ownership of Wei Chi Changfeng and Xue Honglou is not so much Liu Ruoxi as Su Yi.