"I originally wanted to let you go, but I didn't expect you to desperately try to prevent me from meeting my wife, haha."
Xuanyuan Yu sneered, holding the flower in his left hand, flipping his right hand over, and drew out the Long Yuan Sword from his waist.
Along with a dragon roar that echoed through the sky, a majestic golden dragon soul jumped out from the Longyuan Sword.
The mid-level flying sword Long Yuan exerted great power in Xuanyuan Yu's hands.
After the dragon soul was unsheathed, it coiled around Xuanyuan Yu's body several times. The dragon's head was held high, its whiskers danced, its golden scales shone, and the powerful golden aura burst out of his body.
Seeing this scene, Ling Luo stopped abruptly.
She has already felt that Yu's true cultivation level has reached the Great Perfection of the Dan Formation Stage and is about to enter the Nascent Soul Stage.
His life was at the thirteenth level. In front of him, he was as humble as an ant, and his consciousness and soul could not help but tremble.
Let alone eight, at this level, even if eight hundred of them come, they can be slaughtered without mercy.
Long Yuan's sword came out, and the golden dragon coiled around him.
Long Yuan's sword returns, and the golden dragon returns to its throne.
Xuanyuan Yu was like a phantom, controlling the soul of Long Yuan, and quickly passed through the eight monks who blocked him.
In the blink of an eye, the eight people's faces were full of horror, with horrific sword wounds left on their bodies, blood splattered, and they fell to the ground one by one.
Xuanyuan Yu did not kill him, but even if these disciples were not dead, they were not far away from death.
However, a certain wife slave was completely unaware of this. After killing the enemy, he rushed to Ling Luo with excitement on his face and thrust the bouquet of Muzhilan flowers into the hands of his young wife.
"Luo'er, do you like it?"
He looked at her steadily, with a sea of stars shining in his eyes, and a gentle and doting smile on his face.
Ling Luo was a little stupid.
Her eyes were fixed on the eight disciples of the four sects lying in a pool of blood, and then turned back to the extremely beautiful bouquet of muzhilan flowers in her hand. She lowered her head, put it to her nose and smelled it.
"Yeah, it smells good."
Xuanyuan Yu raised the corners of his lips slightly in an extremely dazzling arc and said, "As long as you like it."
A certain wife-slave had an excited look on her face. She looked like a giant loyal dog, except for the big furry tail behind her that kept wagging.
"Are I good at your husband?" Xuanyuan Yu winked at Ling Luo, looking quite proud.
Ling Luo laughed dumbly.
This man, in front of his enemies, was as serious and cold as a god of murder, but in front of himself he had a completely different character, like a big child.
"Awesome, much better than me." Ling Luo smiled slightly and looked at the man in front of her with an almost nostalgic gaze.
Xuanyuan Yu's eyes became deep and his voice was a little hoarse: "If you look at me with such seductive eyes again, I don't mind kissing a 'man' like you in broad daylight."
The corners of Ling Luo's eyes twitched hard.
"Don't--don't!"
This area close to the central area of Guixu Secret Realm is full of disciples. If someone saw them, they would think they were abnormal Lord Long Yang.
At this moment, Ling Weiyang, who was lying in a pool of blood, endured the spoiler of the wound, supported her body with half of her arms, raised her head with great difficulty, and looked at Ling Luo: "Luo Ge... you actually talked to the Hiertenance Sect.
People colluded with each other to harm our disciples!"
"Luo Ge?"
The veins on Xuanyuan Yu's forehead suddenly popped out, and he turned his head suddenly. His tender eyes suddenly became extremely violent, "Who allowed you to call her by that name?!"