v3 Chapter 1581： Fairy Girl Wang Nuan (1/97)

The extremely powerful sword light, with a kind of spirituality to dissolve all pressure, suddenly formed a kind of confrontation with the thousands of resentments in the highest world.

The grave **** was shocked by the scene before him, and he did not expect that a tear of Wang Nuan would actually reverse the situation at a critical moment.

In the waiting room, Wang Ling was observing the battle remotely, and at the same time shared the picture in Wang Ming's mind.

Both brothers are closely watching the development of the battle.

"Did Leng Ming appear on the stage... So that's it..." Wang Ming felt relieved when he saw the green grass appear.

He was thinking about a problem in his mind.

Wang Ling is the fairy king, so Wang Nuan is the fairy sister.

Then, A Nuan’s tears are the legendary... sister juice!

"..." Wang Ling's mouth twitched.

Pretend to hear nothing.

The appearance of Leng Ming was expected by Wang Ling, because originally Leng Ming had a savior's mechanism. Normally, it might be the blood of the sword master to trigger this effect similar to the "Savior's Spirit Blade".

This is an internal rule of all sword spirits produced in the sword king world, as long as the sword master is determined to be necessary, the sword spirit will definitely appear.

But Wang Ling didn't want to hurt Wang Nuan at all.

This kind of rule was compulsorily modified especially for Wang Nuan, as long as a single tear can trigger this protective effect.

In the Highest World, accompanied by the cold and emerald green sword light, this place full of desolation and silence seemed to be rejuvenated with new vitality.

The grave **** was surprised, he hadn't put Leng Ming in his eyes.

It was just a little grass, not worthy of any surprises.

But at this moment when Leng Ming appeared, the grave **** had to admit that he was amazed by the growth of this grass.

Leng Ming, who was born out of the sky, seemed to have just gone through special training. He was obviously a child's body, but his body was obviously stronger than before, and it seemed to have grown a lot taller.

He was wearing a gray-green training suit with a strap around his waist, and his whole body was full of agility, like an elf living in the forest.

When the sword gas surged, Leng Ming's hair naturally floated, exuding a kind of spirituality.

With Leng Ming as the center, this barren ancient mountain was instantly covered with verdant grass.

Wild fire, in spring.

These little grasses have unimaginable resilience. They are constantly being destroyed in this high world full of resentment, and they are constantly being reborn...

"Can grow up to this point."

When the sword king realm was in chaos, the grave **** clearly remembered Leng Ming's appearance at that time.

It can only be said that the changes brought about now are too great.

"In the highest world of this seat, Hugh is presumptuous."

The grave **** became angry, and the bare ancient mountain in front of him became an oasis in a blink of an eye.

It made him feel extra glare.

Seeing these dying and resurgent grasses spread out like geckos, the grave **** burst out with his last power!

Ten percent of the highest world pressure!

All bombarded!

Suddenly, the wailing of the world became louder, and the screams of sorrow and painful groans one after another, with a wailing of the collapse of the sky.

Billowing black air rushed from the distant horizon, causing this piece of the highest world to fall into unprecedented depression.

When these black qis approached, they turned into people of different colors, and their scarlet eyes exuded a hellish light.

All of them were the eternal strong men who were once killed by the Tomb God, and now they are all mobilized by the Supreme World, sacrificed, and become an undead army.

Stepping on the black clouds, the all-black armor of the undead, the whole world shuddered.

The vast army of undead rushed from a distance, and besieged the green mountain where Wang Nuan was.

Underneath is a piece of black pressed.

Wang Nuan's ancient mountain turned into the only oasis at this moment, just like the last light in this world about to be covered by endless darkness.

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you!" Leng Ming frowned slightly, stretched out her strong little arm to block Nuan Girl behind her, her small body, at this moment, turned out to be like a giant.

The first battle after returning from practice was such a situation, which was also a test for Leng Ming himself.

But he was not shocked by the **** scene before him.

Instead, he kept thinking about the fighting skills taught by his master and his wife when they gave him special training.

At the same time, he was also weighing the gap between himself and the grave god.

This is the highest world of the grave god, in this world, the grave **** can do everything he wants to do.

"You can't delay here, you have to find a way to split the world."

So, after serious thinking, Leng Ming said.

These words made the grave **** laugh on the spot, clutching his stomach, as if he heard the funniest joke in the eternal age: "You think the highest world of this seat is a watermelon? Say hack and hack? Don’t forget, you’re just one A grass."

"Shut up! How do you know if you don't hack it." Leng Ming's fighting mood was extremely high, and he refused to give up easily.

boom!

At this moment, the undead legions in the distance were even closer, and the deep killing aura of blood swept across, and it was overwhelmed with devastating pressure.

This is an unimaginable deterrent.

The powerful fluctuations deeply shocked Leng Ming.

Leng Ming had never felt this level of pressure. Even when he received the mixed doubles of Jingke and Baijiao, the pressure he was under did not seem to be as great as before.

"Do you feel the gap?" At this moment, the grave **** slowly probed his hand, curled his fingers, and slowly closed his palm. Every inch of force increased, this energy fluctuation became stronger.

As if there is never an end.

Leng Ming began to become tense, but he still insisted.

He came to protect Wang Nuan, but also to show the results of his special training, and didn't want to shame his master.

"Hey."

At this moment, Wang Nuan slowly crawled over and lay on Leng Ming's back.

The soft touch with a baby's milk fragrance made Leng Ming's face flushed all of a sudden: "A Nuan..."

Leng Ming felt a sense of relief at this moment.

Not only Leng Ming, Wang Nuan also felt the same way.

Because of the appearance of Leng Ming, the pressure of this world brought by the Supreme World is equivalent to being divided into two.

Wang Nuan and Leng Ming, the two masters and servants at this time shared the pressure of the world and became each other's salvation.

Wang Nuan didn't say a word, like a soft plaster, firmly holding Leng Ming's neck.

At the next moment, the eyes of the little girl UU reading began to become sharp.

Leng Ming knew instantly.

The real counterattack is about to begin!

Although Nuan girl was just born, her strategic thinking is very clear.

She blessed the power of her Shadow Dao on Leng Ming, and for an instant, the green grass that was spreading all around began to spread outwards at an extreme speed...

The speed of this spread was extremely alarming, forming a green wave that opposed the undead legion of the grave god.

"Using the shadows of these grasses to counteract the effects of withering..."

The grave **** was shocked.

He didn't want to think that the cooperation between the little girl in front of him and the grass would have such unexpected effects.

If this continues, his supreme world will be completely green!