Maybe it’s because Leng Xiaoran doesn’t have much powder left, maybe it’s because Leng Xiaoran has run out of skills, maybe it’s because Mo Xing and the two of them pursued her so hard that Leng Xiaoran was moved, maybe it’s because the road is getting easier and easier, in short Mo Xing and his party
People are getting closer and closer to Leng Xiaoran. This really surprises Leng Xiaoran.
"Didn't you say they won't catch up?" Shui Yunxin looked at the man beside him suspiciously, his beautiful eyes staring at Leng Xiaoran eagerly.
"I... never said that..." Leng Xiaoran was stunned for a moment, and then said.
Shui Yun was startled, then murmured to himself, "It seems I said it..."
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"Then can we escape?" Although Shui Yunxin was not nervous, he was quite tired after chasing him like this.
Leng Xiaoran nodded, "Yes." Leng Xiaoran's words were quite confident, but changes in facts often make people's plans come to nothing, and Leng Xiaoran's face froze.
"What's wrong?" Shui Yunxin could see that Leng Xiaoran had discovered something again, and was startled, "They have already caught up?"
"No." Leng Xiaoran shook his head.
"That is?" Shui Yunxin stopped talking midway through her question. She still saw a woman who looked like a fairy under the moon not far away from the two of them.
"Cang Yeyue..." Shui Yunxin seemed to have some unspeakable emotions when she saw that figure, and seemed not to want to see her.
"Well. If we leave, she will definitely be discovered by them..." Leng Xiaoran stopped talking after that.
The movement between Leng Xiaoran and the two people was not small, and it had already attracted the attention of the bright and goose-yellow figure.
Cang Yeyue's face is fair, perhaps always so elegant.
"You guys?" After taking a closer look, he recognized Leng Xiaoran. The two of them looked a little embarrassed. Cang Yeyue frowned slightly and asked, "What happened?"
Cang Yeyue looked at Leng Xiaoran, her eyes revealed an expression she had never seen before, which made Leng Xiaoran slightly dazzled.
"The three of us should dodge first." Shui Yunxin didn't want to say too much here.
However, Leng Xiaoran shook her head, "We can't escape."
Cang Yeyue looked at Leng Xiaoran unclearly, with confusion in her eyes.
"Sure enough, he is the Holy Son. He is right." A white figure panted and flew down not far from Leng Xiaoran's back, with sweat all over his forehead.
"Holy Son..." Cang Yeyue was stunned for a moment, then looked at the blue figure beside her, "Is it him?" Cang Yeyue opened her eyes wide, not seeming to be very surprised, as if she wanted to see clearly whether it was him or not.
It's just him.
"Huh?" Cang Yeyue didn't know Yan Haoyu, but after a few people after Yan Haoyu appeared, Cang Yeyue's face became angry, "It's you!!" When Cang Yeyue saw that the three people from Dongmen Chan were there, she
Pull out the long sword in your hand.
"Holy Son of Water is really powerful. I admire you," Yan Haoyu said while gasping for air.[
Leng Xiaoran's expression was already calm, unmoved, and she smiled faintly: "You guys have been working all this way, you must be tired, right?"
"Indeed." Yan Haoyu still held the water bag in the water, took a sip, and asked Leng Xiaoran, "Do you want some?"
With a shout, a black figure suddenly appeared on the other side of Leng Xiaoran, and it was Mo Xing.
Mo Xing and others had already surrounded Leng Xiaoran and the others, and they were really in a dilemma.
"Evil heretics, dirty tricks..." Cang Yeyue said coldly, the yellow light of the long sword moon was already flickering.
Dongmen Toad, who was hiding at the end, looked at Cang Yeyue and then at Shui Yunxin, sighing secretly: "Why?" The saliva from the corner of his mouth overflowed.
Fei Ling and Xi Yuan didn't want to say anything. They looked at Leng Xiaoran quietly, but felt a little cold in their hearts.
"Thank you for your kindness. I'm never thirsty." Leng Xiaoran smiled and then asked: "Are you really planning on it?"
"What does the Holy Son mean by these words?" Basically it was Yan Haoyu who spoke. Mo Xing did not like words and had handed over the matter to Yan Haoyu. As for Fei Ling and Xi Yuan, the cause of the incident was also related to them.
So they didn't dare to speak. As for Dongmen Toad, this little toad was cunning and insidious, so naturally he wouldn't speak casually.
"What I mean is very clear. Smart people have to talk to each other." Leng Xiaoran looked at Yan Haoyu and saw that he was dressed in white. White clothes are better than snow. It is indeed what some literati like to wear, and it matches Yan Haoyu's flexible body.
Isn't eloquence the style of a living, righteous person?
Leng Xiaoran laughed out loud when she thought about it.
"Why are you laughing?" Yan Haoyu asked doubtfully.
"It's nothing, I just saw you and thought of something." Leng Xiaoran said, but did not make a move.
Mo Xing and others did not take action, but if the five people blocked the road, naturally nothing good would be done. As for not taking action, it was because Leng Xiaoran had not made a move yet, so they stopped quietly.
Leng Xiaoran knew in her heart that Yan Haoyu would not take action easily, so she was laughing and joking with Yan Haoyu to delay time. Although Leng Xiaoran still had millions of ways in her heart, she would definitely pay the price if she fought for it.
"When I see you, I see those sanctimonious and righteous people. They also like to wear white clothes to show that they are pure in character. They also like to joke to show that they are approachable. They also like to do things without saying anything to show that they are approachable.
My benevolence and righteousness in public." Leng Xiaoran's words immediately made Yan Haoyu's smiling face freeze.
After a while, there was a quiet sound all around, perhaps only a slight mountain breeze blowing, causing the branches and leaves to dance. Under the moonlight, the light and shadow on the ground were mottled, and the branches were like ghosts, which was very strange.
The words among the crowd were very frightening and lonely.
Everyone looked at Leng Xiaoran and then at Yan Haoyu. Yan Haoyu's initially dull expression had softened, and a smile appeared on Yan Haoyu's face again. Although it was a little unnatural, his tone was still so approachable, "Yes
? Maybe." Yan Haoyu said with a smile, his eyes looking at Leng Xiaoran had changed and became evil.
Leng Xiaoran never had nice words to say to his enemy, so he continued: "But as you said, in this world, it's hard for a gentleman to get along, and it's hard for a sinister person to live. Only hypocrites can cope with everything. You
You have learned well and you have already mastered it seven to eight points..." Leng Xiaoran said indifferently and softly, a smile spread across Leng Xiaoran's face, but it was not presumptuous or arrogant, but had a hint of ridicule and
A touch of contempt.
Yan Haoyu's face finally changed. Maybe the two of them were right, piercing his mask of a gentleman, "You are adding fuel to the fire, it is really unwise..." Yan Haoyu's smile disappeared,
He is cold and quite similar to Mo Xing, but has a hint of arrogance.
"I am water." Leng Xiaoran returned calmly.[
"Indeed. But I am oil..." Yan Haoyu was full of evil energy, and through his white clothes, he looked even more weird and unpredictable.
The aura changed instantly, and Yan Haoyu would be the first to get angry. This was indeed beyond Mo Xing's expectation. Mo Xing looked at Leng Xiaoran in surprise, but had no intention of stopping Yan Haoyu.
"Don't take any action. I want to see the power of the Holy Son." Yan Haoyu walked step by step, and when he was three feet away from Leng Xiaoran, he said coldly: "Over the years, it's just you and a few people.
Can piss me off."
"I don't think you're angry?" Leng Xiaoran stood with her hands behind her hands, her eyes like the night sky, but missing the stars, and then she looked up at the dim sky.
The setting sun has long since set, the afterglow on the horizon has also dispersed, and the sunset has long been swallowed up by the night.
The stars are high and the crescent moon is high in the sky.
Yan Haoyu saw that Leng Xiaoran didn't take him seriously at all, and the anger in his heart was like a high-speed flame, rising steadily. "You are right, I just learned from those sanctimonious people, and I found that they are honest people.
It's so interesting. Today I showed my true nature and I felt that kind of freedom." Yan Haoyu stared at Leng Xiaoran and said sternly.
Leng Xiaoran did not answer, but said: "What can you see?"
Yan Haoyu showed a surprised look, and then the fire in his heart subsided slightly, his eyes were sharp, and the light in them flickered.
"The secrets of the universe are endless..." Yan Haoyu didn't want to say more, but Leng Xiaoran waved his hand to interrupt, "It's getting late, we should face off." What Leng Xiaoran wanted to say suddenly didn't want to say it.
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The evil figure was unclear in the dark jungle, but Leng Xiaoran had to look at it with her eyes.
The sword light was dim but extremely sharp, flickering around Leng Xiaoran, all of which were feints.
However, Leng Xiaoran clamped Yan Haoyu's sword with one hand and two fingers. A burst of cold air froze the sword, making Yan Haoyu unable to draw the sword.
"You!!!" Yan Haoyu was shocked. He really couldn't figure out how Leng Xiaoran did it, even though he tried his best.
"Use all your strength." Leng Xiaoran said lightly, as if he was mocking Yan Haoyu.
Yan Haoyu had never been so humiliated before. He was so frightened and angry in his heart that he danced wildly with his swordsmanship and acted out of will. A series of dim gray-black sword lights swayed out instigatingly, but they flew over Leng Xiaoran's body.
Before that, the black energy that transformed into streaks dissipated.
Within a quarter of an hour, Yan Haoyu used more than a thousand swords in succession, but none of them hurt Leng Xiaoran. On the contrary, he became extremely tired.
"How is it possible?" Yan Haoyu didn't know, because he felt that it shouldn't be like this, "How is it possible?"
Yan Haoyu repeatedly asked himself how it was possible, and he no longer knew what to do.
"I have never even finished cultivating my own mental skills, and yet I am able to become a master. I am very curious, which fool will be the leader of the Demon King Sect this time?" Leng Xiaoran's words immediately made Yan Haoyu furious, and his sword skills
It was messy, the steps were messy, everything was messy, but such an ordinary sword stabbed into Leng Xiaoran's palm.
"Huh?" Leng Xiaoran was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
"Xiaoran" Shuiyun was attentive to Leng Xiaoran. Naturally, he saw that Leng Xiaoran was injured. Although the injury was not serious, he was still extremely worried in his heart. He was so approachable, "Really? Maybe." Yan Haoyu smiled.
As he said that, the look in Leng Xiaoran's eyes changed and became evil.
Leng Xiaoran never had nice words to say to his enemy, so he continued: "But as you said, in this world, it's hard for a gentleman to get along, and it's hard for a sinister person to live. Only hypocrites can cope with everything. You
You have learned well and you have already mastered it seven to eight points..." Leng Xiaoran said indifferently and softly, a smile spread across Leng Xiaoran's face, but it was not presumptuous or arrogant, but had a hint of ridicule and
A touch of contempt.
Yan Haoyu's face finally changed. Maybe the two of them were right, piercing his mask of a gentleman, "You are adding fuel to the fire, it is really unwise..." Yan Haoyu's smile disappeared,
He is cold and quite similar to Mo Xing, but has a hint of arrogance.
"I am water." Leng Xiaoran returned calmly.
"Indeed. But I am oil..." Yan Haoyu was full of evil energy, and through his white clothes, he looked even more weird and unpredictable.
The aura changed instantly, and Yan Haoyu would be the first to get angry. This was indeed beyond Mo Xing's expectation. Mo Xing looked at Leng Xiaoran in surprise, but had no intention of stopping Yan Haoyu.
"Don't take any action. I want to see the power of the Holy Son." Yan Haoyu walked step by step, and when he was three feet away from Leng Xiaoran, he said coldly: "Over the years, it's just you and a few people.
Can piss me off."
"I don't think you're angry?" Leng Xiaoran stood with her hands behind her hands, her eyes like the night sky, but missing the stars, and then she looked up at the dim sky.
The setting sun has long since set, the afterglow on the horizon has also dispersed, and the sunset has long been swallowed up by the night.
The stars are high and the crescent moon is high in the sky.
Yan Haoyu saw that Leng Xiaoran didn't take him seriously at all, and the anger in his heart was like a high-speed flame, rising steadily. "You are right, I just learned from those sanctimonious people, and I found that they are honest people.
It's so interesting. Today I showed my true nature and I felt that kind of freedom." Yan Haoyu stared at Leng Xiaoran and said sternly.
Leng Xiaoran did not answer, but said: "What can you see?"
Yan Haoyu showed a surprised look, and then the fire in his heart subsided slightly, his eyes were sharp, and the light in them flickered.
"The secrets of the universe are endless..." Yan Haoyu didn't want to say more, but Leng Xiaoran waved his hand to interrupt, "It's getting late, we should face off." What Leng Xiaoran wanted to say suddenly didn't want to say it.
.
The evil figure was unclear in the dark jungle, but Leng Xiaoran had to look at it with her eyes.
The sword light was dim but extremely sharp, flickering around Leng Xiaoran, all of which were feints.
However, Leng Xiaoran clamped Yan Haoyu's sword with one hand and two fingers. A burst of cold air froze the sword, making Yan Haoyu unable to draw the sword.
"You!!!" Yan Haoyu was shocked. He really couldn't figure out how Leng Xiaoran did it, even though he tried his best.
"Use all your strength." Leng Xiaoran said lightly, as if he was mocking Yan Haoyu.
Yan Haoyu had never been so humiliated before. He was so frightened and angry in his heart that he danced wildly with his swordsmanship and acted out of will. A series of dim gray-black sword lights swayed out instigatingly, but they flew over Leng Xiaoran's body.
Before that, the black energy that transformed into streaks dissipated.
Within a quarter of an hour, Yan Haoyu used more than a thousand swords in succession, but none of them hurt Leng Xiaoran. On the contrary, he became extremely tired.
"How is it possible?" Yan Haoyu didn't know, because he felt that it shouldn't be like this, "How is it possible?"
Yan Haoyu repeatedly asked himself how it was possible, and he no longer knew what to do.
"I have never even finished cultivating my own mental skills, and yet I am able to become a master. I am very curious, which fool will be the leader of the Demon King Sect this time?" Leng Xiaoran's words immediately made Yan Haoyu furious, and his sword skills
It was messy, the steps were messy, everything was messy, but such an ordinary sword stabbed into Leng Xiaoran's palm.
"Huh?" Leng Xiaoran was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
"Xiaoran" Shuiyun was attentive to Leng Xiaoran. Naturally, he saw that Leng Xiaoran was injured. Although the injury was not serious, he was still extremely worried in his heart.