Xiaoyaozi or Wuyazi, this is not a problem, the name is just a code name.

But the problem is that when Xiaoyazi heard the name Wuyazi, he was a little stunned.

Why are you stunned? The reason is not important either. Maybe it’s shocking, maybe, there is really a person like Wuyazi in the Chaos Era.

But what is important is that while Xiaoyaozi was stunned, Mingyue took action!

Magic Sword, Xiaolou listens to the wind and rain all night!

The magic sword does not require artistic conception, because the magic sword itself represents artistic conception and Bai Xiaolou's artistic conception, or the magic sword has far exceeded the scope of artistic conception.

Therefore, those who hold the magic sword have the capital to kill people beyond the level!

The only flaw of the Magic Sword Sword Technique is that the matching internal force is slightly weak, which is similar to the shortcomings of the Golden Snake Sword Technique.

But the moment Mingyue took action, Xiaoyaozi's face changed suddenly!

A bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the surroundings suddenly fall into darkness.

Is the clear moonlight or the cold edge hanging from the sky?

In an instant, countless sword shadows drew mysterious trajectory and completely enveloped Xiaoyaozi.

The shadow of the sword of the Neiku is almost condensed into substance, and the raging wind is rolling straight dozens of feet away!

This power as tsunami as thunderous as a tsunami, there is no trace of weak internal strength!

Xiaoyaozi unfolded his ultimate body technique and turned into a storm, like a dragon, constantly shuttled through the gaps of the sword energy.

However, the sword shadow became increasingly dense and gradually became a trend of surrounding!

With one breath, Xiaoyaozi flashed one hundred and thirty-three times.

With one breath, the magic knife drew out 329 afterimages.

Crazy magic sword, crazy bright moon!

............

"Can Mingyue win Xiaoyaozi?"

The purple shirt that reached the attic shrank slightly and asked with trembling trembling.

Chu Xiang turned around, untied his cloak, put it on Yiren, and carefully wrapped her up before answering slowly.

"cannot."

The purple shirt was stunned.

"But when you sent Mingyue there, you said she would do it."

Listening to the agitated tone, Chu Xiang smiled at the vast clouds in front of him.

"She can do it, but she must not win. She can definitely kill Xiaoyaozi independently, but this is not a win. And the one who killed Xiaoyaozi was not her, but Bai Xiaolou. Mingyue would definitely not do this. So, she can do it, but she must not win, and she must not kill."

Zishan nodded and shook her head again.

After a long silence, Chu Xiang withdrew his gaze from afar, suddenly looked at Zishan intently and asked seriously.

"Zishan, you seem to want Xiaoyaozi to fail, and if you lose, you will die."

Zishan looked at Chu Xiang for no reason, nodded and smiled.

"Yes, what's wrong? Mingyue is his own person, Xiaoyaozi is an outsider. Of course I hope Mingyue wins."

Chu Xiang Jiyan hugged his purple shirt into his arms.

"It's an outsider..."

"Zishan, you have entered the Chaos Era for a long time."

Her delicate body trembled slightly, but Zishan still looked up and looked at Chu Xiang with a smile.

"Yes, how do you know?"

"Guess."

The cold wind gushed in, and the heights were always cold.

A burst of red gold lit up, and the golden light dispelled all the chill, but the purple shirt still hugged Chu Xiang tightly, as if only in this way could she feel warm.

It took a long time before Chu Xiang walked towards the escalator in his purple shirt.

"Zishan, if, I mean, if, one day, I am no longer me, and the other one I want to kill you. Remember, you must not fight back."

This is a sudden, some fools' request. Only those fools will wait for death when facing death.

But there are really fools in this world.

"I know, if you want to kill me, I will definitely not fight back. You are you, and you are all you."

I am me? Is it? Maybe it is.

............

Xiaoyaozi was dressed all over, and there were still many blood marks on his body. His embarrassment at this moment had completely lost his graceful demeanor.

Lingbo Microstep has already been used to the extreme. Often, one after the afterimage has just disappeared, and several afterimages have been born.

But no matter how many afterimages are, there is always a crescent moon in the dense sword energy, which is tightly attached to the throat of each afterimage.

The afterimage is getting faster and faster, but the magic sword is still only a little slower. Xiaoyaozi is sweating between his forehead and is no longer ready to keep his trump card.

"drink!"

When I exhaled, I saw the surrounding air suddenly collapsed, and the black aura was twisted. All the sword aura within a radius of ten feet was swept into it. Even the magic sword was shocked far away by the aura!

"Bei Ming Divine Art!"

Mingyue's finger trembled slightly, and she felt a powerful force coming from the magic knife. Her face suddenly became cold and she whispered in a low voice, but she suddenly showed her face and smiled as cute as a child next door.

The fingertips moved lightly, and the magic sword that was used to control the air brought out strong winds, flew back in the sheath.

The distorted aura flashed away, and Xiaoyaozi's face turned red, as if he was not repaired, but he also stopped and did not pursue him.

After a while, Mingyue smiled and watched Xiaoyaozi digest all the alien internal strength. Only then did Xiao look at dozens of wounds of varying depths on his body with interest.

The wound was red, but not the bright red of blood, but a strange dark red, slightly dark green!

The magic knife has hardened the poison.

"snort!"

Xiaoyaozi let out a muffled groan, vomited a large mouthful of blood mixed with blood clots, and his feet swayed, and then he stared at Mingyue with evil spirits.

"Okay! OK! OK! What a magic knife! What a powerful poisonous yào! What a cruel girl!"

Mingyue said nothing, smiled and retreated for dozens of feet. Then almost at the same time, the thirty-six masters who were originally surrounded by Xiaoyaozi took action together, covering the weather towards Xiaoyaozi who had just been injured!

The Greedy Wolf Formation, launch!

............

The wind blows without trace and rides on the horse, holding it suddenly.

That softness makes people intoxicated. That warm fragrance makes people feel heavy.

Tenderness is like water, which can transform all steel, and beauty is like wine, and the more you drink it, the more you will be unforgettable.

Feng Chuan Wuhen still remembers that he is from the Shenzong, but Feng Chuan Wuhen has forgotten his mission.

Just like his own attraction to Su Ran, Su Ran also has a unique taste. The more he comes into contact with it, the more he will be unforgettable.

Originally, both of them were handsome men for a while and were born to be surrounded by glory.

It is impossible for such people to be enemies of each other, to be kind to each other, to pass by each other, or to be unknown.

In fact, the moment when the wind blows Wuhen takes over the task, he is destined to sink into this relationship.

As for the result, maybe even a certain layouter behind him didn't know. Or maybe he had never thought that he would just make a simple plan.

A simple plan is like a piece of thin paper. No matter how perfect it is, it cannot cover up its own fragility.

In Chu Xiang's view, if the so-called strategy is separated from variables, it will no longer be far away from failure, especially those that are related to feelings.

Love is like a battlefield, but love is not a battlefield after all.

Thirty-six strategies can be learned from, but if you want to use this, you will definitely not be able to grasp everything. The human heart is equally unpredictable compared to the will of heaven.

The sun shines through the yellowed shade, just like the stars hidden behind the bright sky in the sky at this time.

A horse and two figures add a lot of color to the bleakness in this autumn.

The man holds the reins and holds the horse, and the nv son snuggles like a rabbit, making it very harmonious.

"Suddenly, I will take you back to meet my master, how about it?"

The wind blew down his head and stared at the sudden sun with a happy face. It was rare that he stopped self-study at this moment.

Suddenly I looked up and saw the other person's serious expression. It seemed that I had thought of something, and my face couldn't help but turn red.

"Okay, let's go back with me first to see my adoptive father."

The cultivation level is obviously going to be overwhelmed by the sudden wind blowing the wind all over the sky, but the sound is as thin as a mosquito, which seems to be quite lacking in confidence.
To be continued...