The sword light traveled for nearly a hundred miles, and as far as the eye could see, there were deep ravines left by the terrifying sword light.
Mo Ziang was completely dead, not even a single corpse was left behind, his body was broken into pieces, his arms were broken, and his blood was spilled.
"Brother Zhou Meng, is he dead?" Murong Yanran's eyes were a little confused. In just a short moment, the situation changed drastically. Mo Ziang, who was originally extremely arrogant and domineering, died, and there was no trace of his body left.
Zhou Meng, who had great fighting power, was killed with one blow.
At this moment, Zhou Meng was completely out of power. The demonic energy permeating the more than 60 bones in his body had completely disappeared. One knife had consumed all the accumulated demonic energy.
"Huh, yes, Yanran, ride on the running cloud beast and go quickly." Zhou Meng smiled lightly. The next moment, his body softened and fell directly into Murong Yanran's arms. The mourning knife in his hand also automatically returned to the ring.
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Seeing this, Murong Yanran hurriedly exclaimed, shook Zhou Meng, sighed with his fingers, and took a deep breath. It must have been a coma caused by the loss of strength all over the body. Then she picked up Zhou Meng with difficulty and climbed up with difficulty.
The running cloud beast jumped into the air and disappeared into this battlefield full of fighting spirit.
Zhou Meng's consciousness seemed to be in chaos. At a glance, there was endless darkness and no light. A vortex appeared in his mind, sucking Zhou Meng's consciousness into it instantly.
Ten breaths before beheading Mo Ziang, it was almost a certain death situation. The unwillingness in Zhou Meng's heart seemed to arouse the Emperor's Diagram in his body, and it emerged from his body.
Great Emperor, hold the sword with the tip downward, and the cold light flickers slightly on the back of the sword.
"Travel ninety thousand miles."
There was a sound that seemed to come from outside the sky, and it lasted forever. The emperor moved, the tip of the knife was raised sharply, and a ray of cold light instantly filled the entire world.
Phew, the light of the sword burst out instantly like a sharp arrow. In the blink of an eye, it had traveled thousands of miles, destroying everything it struck.
"The sword's intention is to dominate the world. It will be merciless when it is used. It will travel ninety thousand miles. If it is destroyed, it will destroy all living beings. If it is not destroyed, it will make all living beings bow their heads and submit to me. I am the great emperor!"
These words, like divine words, seemed to be blessing Zhou Meng's body. At that moment, he seemed to see the light of swords filling the sky, traveling ninety thousand miles across, and it was so familiar.
Whoa, the sword flashed, hundreds of miles away in an instant, and Mo Ziang was killed.
This memory has been playing repeatedly in Zhou Meng's mind, over and over again, like the trajectory of life. After countless times, it is so clear that it seems to have become a part of his body.
Oops, Zhou Meng sat up, sweating profusely and panting violently. His body was wrapped in thick gauze and red blood oozed out. When he stood up suddenly, the pain involved made Zhou Meng grin a little.
"Um? Brother Zhou Meng, you're awake!" Murong Yanran was lying on Zhou Meng's lap, already asleep. Her face looked a little haggard and tired, and there was a ray of blood in her eyes. It was obvious that she had not rested well.
Zhou Meng took a deep breath and nodded. Ninety thousand miles away, it kept popping up in his mind. Now, he can already perform this sword technique, and Zhou Meng felt that this sword technique seemed to be the original one.
Your own things have a feeling of being connected to your own blood.
"Yanran, how long have I been unconscious for?" Zhou Meng asked weakly, patting his dizzy head.
Murong Yanran raised her pretty face and counted with her fingers, but it made Zhou dream of Qi Fei in the palace. These two people were so similar that he couldn't help but smile knowingly.
"Brother Zhou Meng, you have been unconscious for five days." Murong Yanran muttered, which was very cute. Seeing in Zhou Meng's eyes, her heart, which was originally silent, suddenly beat a few times.
"Uh, five days? I've been unconscious for five days?" Zhou Meng smiled awkwardly, not daring to look at Murong Yanran anymore. At this time, he found that Murong Yanran was so beautiful, and there was an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
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Murong Yanran didn't feel anything at all. She just looked at Zhou Meng with a smile. Suddenly, she was confused and asked: "Brother Zhou Meng, what is this? Why is it so tied up?"
Zhou Meng followed Murong Yanran's gaze and directly saw between her legs. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times. This little girl actually put her hands on her "second brother".
"Hey, Brother Zhou Meng, what is this? I have already taken off your clothes for you, why is there still something hard here?" As she spoke, Murong Yanran even pinched it with her jade-like fingers.
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"Ah!" Zhou Meng couldn't help but scream, and a feeling of electric shock suddenly filled his whole body. That feeling made him have a primitive sexual impulse in his heart, and he couldn't help but squeeze his legs tighter.
Murong Yanran's face suddenly turned red. She had never eaten pork or seen pigs running away. She was also sixteen or seventeen years old. If she were an ordinary girl, she would have been married. Now she just realized it, and a blush quietly filled her cheeks.
It seemed like blood was dripping out, and he didn't dare to move his hands, and his fingers were trembling a little.
"That, that, Yanran, ah! Let go, let go of your hand, your hand." As Murong Yanran's fingers trembled, Zhou Meng couldn't bear it anymore. He had experienced two lives, but he was still a pure boy.
, now that Murong Yanran was holding the fatal part, his fingers could not help but tremble. This kind of temptation almost made him unable to resist.
Murong Yanran seemed to be confused, her hands retracted like lightning, her head seemed to be buried between her own snow peaks, and there was a trace of redness around her ears.
Looking at Murong Yanran's alluring ears, lips and neck, Zhou Meng felt a heat in his body, a stream of heat gushing out from between his nose and breath, and he couldn't help but wipe it with his hands.
"Blood..." Zhou Meng was a little crazy. Good guy, he quickly wiped it in embarrassment. It didn't matter if he didn't wipe it. As soon as he wiped it, his face was covered with blood, and his eyes were a little dodgey. He didn't dare to
Look at Murong Yanran.
"This is really a goblin!" Zhou Meng swallowed and did not dare to move again.
The two of them remained awkwardly motionless for ten minutes. Zhou Meng couldn't help but coughed and said, "Yanran, go get me some water so I can wash my face."
Murong Yanran did not dare to raise her head, so she thanked her and ran out in small steps. Zhou Mengcai took a deep breath, smiled bitterly, shook his head and sighed deeply: "Hey, after two lives, my brother, I have wronged you.
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The two rested for another day. Zhou Meng's external injuries were almost healed, and the energy in his body had been filled to 50%, and he had some fighting power, so he left the inn on the Bengyun Beast.
In the mid-air, clouds are like a quilt that stretches thousands of miles, covering the sky. The running cloud beast is walking on the clouds. Murong Yanran is sitting in front, and Zhou Meng is sitting in the back, buttocks are shrinking back, not daring to get close at all.
Murong Yanran was afraid that his aggrieved brother would have other thoughts.
"Yanran, after sending you home, I will return to the palace. If we are destined, we will meet again." Zhou Meng laughed softly, but there was a sense of loss in his heart.
After Murong Yanran heard this, her mood was obviously depressed. She just expressed gratitude and said nothing again.
In just two hours, the Running Cloud Beast landed in a bustling and bustling city. Zhou Meng and Murong Yanran led the Running Cloud Beast towards the city.
To the east of the city, a huge mansion is located here. This is the residence of Murong Yu, the leader of Zhenwu Sect, and Murong Yanran is the daughter of Murong Yu, the eldest lady of Zhenwu Sect.
"Eldest, eldest lady, eldest lady is back!" As soon as Zhou Meng and Murong Yanran arrived in front of the mansion, they were discovered by a servant guarding the door. They were surprised and ran down, kneeling towards Murong Yanran.
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"Miss, it's really you. Xiao Xizi wants to say hello to the eldest lady!" The servant was so excited that he stood up and ran towards the mansion to inform Murong Yu.
Zhou Meng looked at Murong Yanran and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Yanran, I have to leave. You go home. Be careful in the future. I will come back to you when I go down the mountain."
"Brother Zhou Meng, since you are here, come to my house and sit for a while before leaving, okay?" Murong Yanran asked expectantly.
Zhou Meng couldn't bear it anymore, so he nodded, and Murong Yanran jumped up with joy, like a child who got a beloved toy.
But Zhou Meng never thought that if it weren't for Murong Yanran's banquet, he would definitely lose the most important opportunity in his life. However, he also lost the most precious thing in his heart after that, and he never found it back until a long time later.
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ps: Please collect and recommend. There are so many words. The results are so dismal that I can’t look straight at them. Brothers, give me some strength and rush forward!