Su Yan is standing on a mountain far away.
Looking at that dark cloud covered with a strong and strong dark force, it seems that the sky is breaking out.
She bowed her head and gave a light frown.
But soon, the expression recovered.
Nanyun and she fought side by side.
Close your eyes and have a look of enjoyment.
The overflowing dark power around is being absorbed by nangu.
After a good half, she smiled
"well, your man is not bad."
When her voice dropped, she turned to see Su Yan.
He saw her spit out a mouthful of blood.
The blood on his face faded and paled in an instant.
Nangu reaches out and hugs Suyan.
The light blue ball beside Suyan suddenly appeared.
Around Su Yan.
At this time, some scars began to appear on Suyan.
Wrist, arm, neck, even cheek side.
The trace of being burned by something, the stabbed wound on the chest that has not been healed.
It flashed out everywhere.
It's not too bloody.
Su Gu's eyes shrunk and came quickly.
Xiaohong also forgot to eat the snacks in her mouth, and all the snacks fell out of her mouth.
Nanyun reaches out, holds Su Yan in her arms, and presses her head on her shoulder.
Cover Su Yan's expression.
She was not surprised by the scene.
Su Yan's eyes were black for a moment, but he soon regained consciousness.
Only when she regained consciousness, when she opened her eyes, she saw the hostile scene.
Ye Qianling draws out a light gold long knife.
Look at the nanmu on the opposite side.
"You are a sinner, you are under the curse of imprisonment.
You can't kill anyone.
Don't get out of the way. Don't blame me for being rude. "
Nanbi is holding Su Yan.
The two little balls in front of me are circling.
There was a vast expanse around.
It seems to be a space independently opened up by Ye Qianling.
Su Gu, Xiao Hong, and the people from all walks of life who watched Junyu ascend the throne all disappeared.
Nanbi's eyelids moved.
She raised her hand.
She held the black ball in her hand.
In an instant, it turned into a long black knife.
Lazy voice
"it's not the same as fighting."
On Ye Qianling's cold face, the mood did not fluctuate.
"You are a damned man.
Now you are done. "
Voice down.
Ye Qianling holds the knife with both hands and splits it instantly.
That golden light, as if with a groundbreaking potential.
With great power.
Nanhui is holding the comatose Su Yan in one hand, and the black long sword he has turned into is motionless in the other.
Bang!
Originally, the small blue ball around Suyan and NANPENG was like a shield.
It emits intense blue light.
With the golden light.
Actually, it's the same.
Ye Qianling squints his eyes.
This power is very strong.
But not from the underworld.
No time to think about it, the two forces quickly moved away as soon as they contacted.
Ye Qianling, holding a long knife and wearing a white robe, looked at Nanhui.
Pale golden eyes become a little sharp.
It seems that we need to see the deepest part of Nanmu's heart.
Oh, if nanmu wants to.
Nanhui looked left and looked at the long knife in his hand.
"At that time, the old man stripped me of my life.
I'd like to see what a great man he personally appointed as the head of the Lord. "
In nanmu's eyes, fighting means a lot.
It was only when she began to think about it.
The tattoo on the ankle began to glow black.
It seemed to remind her of something.