1735. Chapter one thousand seven hundred thirty-five meet!
The last few paragraphs of the previous chapter were typographically incorrect and have been corrected.
When the giant sword penetrated the barrier of light and reached the sky above the Forty-Nine Sects, it instantly attracted the attention of countless monks from the Forty-Nine Sects.
The monsters fighting in the square below all stopped attacking, and each of them looked at the giant sword that penetrated the light curtain from above with frightened expressions.
When they saw Lin Xiyue who looked like the goddess of the night above the giant sword, the eyes of many young monks instantly turned straight, and they all stared at Lin Xiyue, their expressions were fascinated, and their hearts were beating.
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Regardless of her appearance or the noble temperament she exudes, the young and energetic monks are all obsessed with her, and Lin Xiyue's innate nobility and indifference inspires the most primitive desire to conquer in every monk's heart.
"Get her! Get her! Get her!!" This is the most urgent thought in the hearts of many young and energetic geniuses.
"Where is the Xuanyuan Star?" When countless monks of the Four-Nine Sect were obsessed with Lin Xiyue, a vicissitudes of voice penetrated the light curtain of the world, reverberating sonorously and powerfully in the sky above the Four-Nine Sect.
This old voice is like the voice of heaven, containing endless pressure. This pressure is like an invisible sword bombarding the hearts of the listeners, making the blood of countless monks from the Four Nine Sects boil, and the higher the cultivation level, the more they can bear it.
The pressure becomes more terrifying... Most of the strong men who came from various wilderness areas were bleeding from all their orifices.
Not only that, this old voice echoed in the sky for a long time, and every time it echoed, the pressure that enveloped it became more and more terrifying.
“Who is this??”
All the monks were shocked, including those strong men who came.
The young geniuses who gathered in the Forty-Nine Sects were all shocked and woke up from their obsession, but there were still many monks who could not keep their eyes off Lin Xiyue.
"She...is she the witch of heaven??"
"I heard that the Tiandao Witch is the most beautiful woman in the Fangtian Demon Clan in all eternity... Judging from her peerless appearance, she should be the Tiandao Witch Lin Xiya."
"Why did she fall in love with Xuanyuan Xingchen? Why did Xuanyuan Xingchen gain her favor??"
"No wonder, no wonder Xuanyuan Xingchen would send the Forty-nine Sects into dire straits for her. Such a beauty really makes people lose their minds."
"This time... only two people came to the demon crusade? The thunder was so terrifying, and the raindrops were too small..."
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When many young geniuses were frightened, a voice of vicissitudes of life echoed in the sky: "Master Demon Sword, I haven't seen you for many years, and you are well."
The old voice seemed to contain inexplicable power, and seemed to have the power to soothe the mind of every monk.
Demon Sword Lord?
The top powerhouses of the major forces entrenched in the Four-Nine Sect all looked at the white-haired old man holding the old stick of dead wood on the giant sword with horrified expressions, and their hearts were filled with turmoil.
Demon Sword Lord.
He is the most powerful person among the Eternal Fangtian Demon Clan, and can definitely be ranked among the top ten powerful beings. Over the years, in the battles between the Demon Clan and the God Clan, countless people have died under the Demon Sword Lord.
It can be said that Demon Sword Lord has forged his evil reputation among the Fangtian God Clan through the ages with his blood.
At this time, many powerful men were frightened when they heard that the person who came was actually the Demon Sword Lord.
Compared with the strong men from the various wilderness areas, the monsters from the various wilderness areas are completely confused. Few people have heard of the evil reputation of the Demon Sword Lord. After they wake up, they are more curious about why the demon clan has added...
Only two people came...
Could it be...that someone else is hiding somewhere?
"Where is the Xuanyuan Star?" Demon Sword Lord cast aside his eyes and said indifferently to Wuji.
Dao Wuji had already expected what the Demon Sword Master would say, and he said calmly: "Demon Sword Master, my disciples Xuanyuan Xingchen and Lin Xiyue are a matter of mutual love. Instead of forcing each other, why not fulfill them?"
"Where is the Xuanyuan Star?" Demon Sword Lord's voice was still calm, but this time, his voice contained overwhelming pressure. This pressure was like a peerless magic weapon hanging over the Forty-Nine Sects, ready to kill him at any time.
Forty-nine sects were wiped out.
Dao Wuji looked at Demon Sword Lord expressionlessly, and after a moment of pondering, he slowly said: "Disciple."
Although the Demon Clan only came this time, Demon Sword Lord and Lin Xiyue, Dao Wuji would never dare to neglect him. The more this happened, the more careful he had to be, because no one knew how many people from the Demon Clan came.
At this time, a figure walked slowly from the east of the Four-Nine Sect. His speed was very slow, but every step gave people a feeling of stability.
This figure is none other than Qin Yu.
Qin Yu noticed it when the giant sword cut through the sky and lay across the sky above the Forty-Nine Sects.
But Qin Yu did not move, but kept staring at Lin Xiyue on the giant sword.
The first time he saw Lin Xiyue, Qin Yu felt that the pores all over his body were standing on end, and an indescribable palpitation made Qin Yu's heart tremble.
Qin Yu has never felt this way before, not even when he and Lu Yuhan had an affair in the past when they were trapped in a bottomless pit where they could not see their fingers...
Even though Qin Yu was in a very high state, he could not control this palpitation... In other words, the moment he saw Lin Xiyue, Qin Yu's heart could not help but beat.
This heartbeat seems to come from the soul, this feeling is very strange, as if she is the person I have been looking for for a long time, as if she is the person I look back on...
Because the feeling was so complicated, it was difficult for Qin Yu to tell whether it was influenced by Xuanyuan Xingchen's memory or whether it was caused by his own heart.
When Qin Yu walked slowly, the innate indifference that stood on top of the giant sword finally moved. She slowly moved her gaze towards Qin Yu, and finally landed on Qin Yu.
When she felt that Qin Yu was looking up at her, Lin Xiyue's perfect face showed a rare complex color, and the indifference in her black eyes disappeared, and she stared at Qin Yu.
Their eyes met, and all their emotions seemed to be unspoken.
Qin Yu's steps paused unknowingly. For some reason, facing Lin Xiyue, Qin Yu had a telepathic feeling. From those eyes, Qin Yu could clearly feel that Lin Xiyue was at this moment.
The complications and worries…
Qin Yu couldn't describe such a connected feeling with words. He only had one thought in his mind now, to hold her in his arms and love her well.
"I guess I don't need to explain the status and symbol of the Heavenly Witch in our demon clan, right? If he dies, everything will be over." Demon Sword Master looked at Qin Yu with cold eyes and said calmly.
