Chapter 1480

Another elder spewed out his evil spirit all over his body, agitated his robe like a cold needle, and said harshly, "old man already knows where bawangzong is. Do you want us to destroy bawangzong directly? Arson is a danger! Holy Son!"

Xue Honglou flashed a trace of unhappiness, but he didn't care. He fought and shot coldly and said faintly, "it's been a long time since this time. Many people in the holy mountain have already known it?"

"Yes... Yes, and recently, the chaos domain Eyeliner has suddenly increased a lot. I'm afraid the whole chaos domain knows. Just now the disciples reported that the eldest son and they have met the holy master and said a lot in front of the holy master... A lot about you!" Elder Xu Shanshan said, panicking for fear of attack at any time.

"What did you say?" The five saints asked coldly, and a wave of Lingwei immediately filled the air.

Elder Xu paused, bowed his body lower, trembled and said, "I also heard that the eldest son said that you ignored the face of the holy mountain and went there in person for such a mole of ants! The holy master didn't say anything, just worried that you were targeted by the other nine forces, and the battle of the wind is imminent, so don't make any mistakes!"

"Hahaha, a group of fools, Su Yi, the thief who killed my holy mountain disciples, is hateful and should die, but as for the group of fools in holy mountain, the body of Yuan Zongjing can't even stand it! Su Yi does have some ways, but I'm not only here for him." With that, Nalan's jade eyes were more dazzling, his breath surging, shaking the void, and his party swept all directions!

The two robes and hats stuck firmly, and they quickly knelt down to the ground and whispered, "the five saints are gifted and farsighted. They will be able to catch Su Yi and show their power!"

Xue Honglou waved his hand, his long shirt trembled, and a sense of King's spirit surged and sank.

"In that case, I'd better go back as soon as possible. The personnel in the chaos domain are mixed, and don't let the holy mountain be involved!" Xue Honglou added again.

"My holy mountain won't go to the door to kill an ant. I'll mess up the closure of the territory. Don't say anything. As for Su Yi, I'll let the holy mountain's face be swept away at the saint martial arts conference. Then I'll let the whole continent see him crushed under my feet in the battle of the sky wind! How vulnerable he is!"

"Let's go!"

At the command of the snow red building, the people of the holy mountain burst up, and then the golden light swelled, and the light was bright. With the amazing sound of "purring", a terrible breath filled the sky and earth, rose into the sky, and the people stepped on the wind in vain, and soon disappeared into the valley.

Sunset, clouds, red Cabernet Sauvignon, red sunset.

In front of the dark blue peak, a ribbon like mist rises and hides the peak, depicting a landscape of heaven and earth, just like a fairyland.

"Whew...!"

Dressed in red, the figure is full and unbearable to hold. The two full moons in his hands are also like machetes flying around, with a surge of air, rolling and flying in the red woman's catkin and white wrists. The cold light flies, not sharp!

"Whoosh!"

The light of the knife is Zhan Zhan, the light of the unparalleled knife breaks through the air and rotates, and the shadow of the red dress curls like a swallow. It blends with the setting sun, outlining a golden beauty.

The sand particles raised high formed a fiery mountain sea with the mountains behind them. The full moon machete drew an arc in Qianying's hand, with flying clothes and valiant bearing.

The beautiful shadow is falling, and the body is exquisite under the fiery red dress. A head of dark hair is gently pulled into a flowing cloud bun, such as the eyes of stars, the eyes are as clear as Hong, and the floating convex body that is not stained with fine dust, such as a relegated Fairy, whose temperament is dusty.

Eyebrows are like cherry blossoms, eyebrows are like ink paintings. Under the setting sun, the girl in red seems to be shrouded in a layer of red gossamer at the moment, which seems real and unreal, like blossoming primordial lotus, bright and gorgeous, unspeakable ethereal and light.

"Hoo!"

At the age of 17 or 18, it is the saint Liu Ruoxi. On the beautiful face of the girl, Emei is curved, and two rows of dense eyelashes tremble like fans.

The skin of blowing shells showed a faint high-temperature blush due to practice, and the thin red lips were exposed, gently panting for fragrance.

"I don't know how much that guy has repaired now! What has he experienced for so long?"

Looking at the residual blood of the Danyang, Liu Ruoxi's beautiful eyes were dark and clear, with willow eyebrows slightly bent and peach cheeks slightly red.

"Don't think you saved Mancheng, I will forgive you, live well, your life, I want to take it myself, don't die in the hands of others!" This is a letter left by Liu Ruoxi to Su Yi.

Roughly speaking, Liu Ruoxi and Su Yi met only twice. Since the Mancheng separation, Su Yi went to catch up with the remains of the undead gate, and he was brought back to the holy mountain by deacon Wang and Guan Bo. He never saw each other again.

"I heard that he was seriously injured by Nalan Ruyu, and the saint martial arts assembly was famous all over the world. It seems that his injury in the first World War of Mancheng has been completely healed. When can I meet again? Will I take his life if I meet again?" Liu Ruoxi frowned and struggled slightly.

Suddenly, Su Yi was bloodied and murderous, and the look in the middle of the shabby hands at the head of the Su family City reappeared in Liu Ruoxi's mind.

"It seems that he thinks differently from me! Why do I often think of him? Obviously, there are only two sides. Obviously, he has belittled me in public! This is..."

Liu Ruoxi tightly pursed her lips and remembered being kissed by Su Yizhong when she was young. Her face was as soft as snow jade, and her skin was stained with crimson.

In the distance, a young girl walked into Liu Ruoxi. Her slender legs, the towering arc in front of her chest, and her Yingying Manyao together outlined a moving arc. Unlike Liu Ruoxi, she has a mature and charming beauty.

Liu Ruoxi heard the sound and gently turned back. In the clear and clear, a charming but not charming face appeared. It was Liu Ruoxi's senior sister, Li Ling.

"Elder martial sister, what good news have you brought me?"

Li Ling smiled slightly and said softly to Liu Ruoxi, "can't I come to see you if I'm ok? When did you break through the first weight of the Yuan Dynasty? Your potential is really terrible! No wonder the holy master is full of praise for you."

"Elder martial sister, don't laugh at me. I couldn't have developed so much without the care of the holy master and all martial uncles."

Li Lingxing's eyes narrowed slightly and her peach cheeks were pink. Looking at Liu Ruoxi, her eyes were full of smiles.

"Your strength is completely enough to participate in the Tianfeng qualifying battle!"

Liu Ruoxi's eyes suddenly stared round, and the aura immediately overflowed. With a frown and a smile, her temperament was elegant.

"Is the Tianfeng qualifying war finally about to begin? Then I finally have a chance!" Liu Ruoxi said in surprise.

Liu Ruoxi heard from the holy master that the Tianfeng qualifying battle is once every 60 years, which is extremely rare and the biggest test of a martial artist's life.

"Yes, your entry is so terrifying. You must be a strong competitor in this Tianfeng qualifying battle. It may be higher than the best result - the top 20! But it's not so easy!" Li Ling said with a smile.