In the dark night, a violent roar was like thunder, exploding into a storm.
Along with the thunder and the falling rain, there was a cry of killing.
Luo Yuanhang, He Shengyan, Kuang Dayan and others have led their men to fight outside.
It's windy and rainy outside, and it's raining heavily inside!
Long Nuanyan galloped as fast as she could, staring at Zhuo Junyan with bright eyes.
She saw Zhuo Junyan's eyes sparkling with light, and his gaze was full of mystery, like a whirlpool, attracting her tightly.
In confusion, she seemed to see something and feel something.
A familiar scene is unfolding in front of me.
That was in Wuhua City!
That day, she was walking on the street.
She walked through the long and wide street, searching for the memories in her heart.
Confused and confused.
Just as she was looking around confused, she saw a fortune teller.
As if by mistake, she walked towards the fortune teller.
She tried hard to see the liquidator's face, but it was like looking at flowers in a fog, and she couldn't see clearly.
Just vague words rang in my ears.
"Girl, do you want to tell fortunes? Can you know the past?"
"Don't fortune-telling always predict the future? How can there be any reason to predict the past?"
"If you don't know the past, how can you know the future? Besides, isn't the past what the girl is looking for?"
"You know about my past?"
"You have to give it a try. If it's not correct, don't take any money from it and give this thing as a gift."
In confusion, she saw a pair of jade pendants being handed over...
"Ha!" Long Nuanyan suddenly trembled.
The body was shaking violently in the orgasm.
Zhuo Junyan looked at her: "Remember?"
Long Nuanyan couldn't hold back anymore and fell down on Zhuo Junyan's chest.
She murmured: "It's a fortune teller, he gave me the jade pendant!"
"Fortune teller?" Zhuo Junyan narrowed his eyes: "What does it look like?"
Long Nuanyan's eyes were blank: "I can't remember his face."
She looked at Zhuo Junyan blankly: "I only remember six words on the hanging stall."
"Which six?"
“I’m not sure, but I still need money!”
Zhuo Junyan smiled.
He murmured: "Zhou Guanyi..."
So that’s it!
The dragon and phoenix pendant was actually given to him by Zhou Guanyi.
Then this so-called fate...
Zhuo Junyan laughed.
Long Nuanyan couldn't help but trembled: "What on earth is going on?"
Zhuo Junyan felt her warmth and kissed her face gently: "It's nothing, it's just that someone wants to use you as a chess piece, maybe even... wants to become destiny. Destiny controls chess and regards the world as a chess piece... If you come, I will.
Go... Hehe, what a big ambition! No wonder fate doesn't like him either."
He gently kissed away the tears on Long Nuanyan's face: "Are you satisfied?"
Long Nuanyan shook his head slightly: "Not enough."
"Then go ahead and kill them. Think of them as me and kill them all with joy!"
Long Nuanyan shook his head: "No need."
She got up.
Suit up.
At this time, Su Xiaowu shouted outside the house: "The Lin Falcon tribe is attacking in large numbers, and with the help of the sect, we can no longer withstand it."
Long Nuanyan kicked open the door: "A mere Lin Falcon is worthy of the Lord's action?"
brush!
The sword light cut through the dark night and illuminated the thunderstorm sky.
The shouts of death outside the house still shook the sky, and blood and thunderstorms reflected the sky.
In the roaring thunder, countless miserable cries came and went.
Zhuo Junyan was still lying flat on the bed.
Until there was a whoosh, a sharp arrow penetrated the window, shattered the window lattice, and fell towards Zhuo Junyan.
But just as the arrow was about to arrive, a sword light struck from a distance, hitting the arrow and shattering it into powder.
"Long Nuanyan, you are from the Tianjian Sect, and you actually saved Zhuo Junyan?" An angry scolding sounded.
Long Nuanyan's tone was cold: "Qiu Yuetang, are you worthy?"
Then I saw several figures rising up, creating a cold light outside the house.
They are all in a state of transformation, and they are all strong people.
This time, although the Lin Falcon tribe was the main attacker, many strong men from the sect also came.
There is the Blood Begonia Qiu Yuetang, who uses the Blood Evil Skill to erode the blood and hurt the spirit.
There is the mountain-breaking sword Zhu Mingbao, which is infinitely powerful and has unparalleled divine power.
There are twelve demons from the Kun Gang, there are three-star swords, there are five-ring swords, there are seven killers... There are all kinds of strong men emerging in endlessly, and there are hundreds of them in the transformation realm alone.
And this is just the vanguard, there are six major sects, thousands of realms, and hundreds of thousands of officers and soldiers behind them, sweeping in densely.
They had been scared to death by Zhuo Junyan, but they still knew that Zhuo Junyan was not truly invincible.
He will still get injured and run away.
So when there is no chance, I bluff.
When given the opportunity, I will do my best!
This battle can be virtual or real, retreat or defense.
If you win the fight, it's all in vain.
If you can't win, that's true.
And all of this was brought about by Zhuo Junyan himself.
Before he took action, his men were already under unprecedented pressure.
If he wasn't still worried about Zhuo Junyan, he might have pressed on him with all his strength now.
However, there are always impulsive people.
"Roar!" With a wild roar like thunder, a giant man rushed forward wildly. With two giant war hammers in his hands, he blasted away the bodies of the two sand bandits and smashed them down on Long Nuanyan.
"Tuoba Army?"
Long Nuanyan sneered.
Facing the wild war hammer, Long Nuanyan's jade hand pressed lightly and landed on the head of the hammer. Tuoba Jun felt that the war hammer in his hand could no longer be controlled and it actually flew into the sky.
How can it be?
Tuoba Jun opened his eyes wide in shock.
Although he is not at the pinnacle of the Transformation Realm, he is still at the third level of the Transformation Realm. He is also born with divine power and has absolute confidence in his power.
But was gently moved away by a woman's hand?
"Be careful! She is half-step to the holy realm!!!"
Someone has shouted.
Holy realm?
Such a familiar yet unfamiliar term.
Tuoba Jun had heard of the word holy realm, just in the past few days.
A piece of news about the spiritual realm and the holy realm is spreading.
But at that time he just thought it was a rumor.
There are so many legends about the spiritual realm, but we have never seen it. How can there be a spiritual realm in the world? If there is not even a spiritual realm, how can there be a holy realm?
He didn't believe it and thought it was just another ridiculous statement.
Until this moment, after seeing Long Nuanyan's action, he finally felt it.
That was a completely different level of power. In front of this woman, his own divine power was like a mantis blocking a car, which seemed so ridiculous.
The next moment, a bright sword light came towards him.
Facing this sword, Tuoba Jun felt unstoppable in his heart.
flutter!
The sword light entered his body, and blood spurted out from Tuoba Jun's mouth.
Long Nuanyan frowned, and the blood spread three inches in front of her body. If it fell on the water, it turned into a red wave and dissipated with the rain.
Tuoba Jun was unable to kneel down.
Long Nuanyan stands tall in the rain.
She did not hide from the rain. The rain fell on her, wetting her long hair and soaking her clothes.
The spring tide has just passed, and my face is flushed.
Long Nuanyan's eyes were filled with confusion.
She saw countless masters appearing.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.
After the jade pendant is fused, she can indeed be considered a saint, but this power is still not her own with the help of external forces. And even so, she is not invincible.
Hundreds of transformation realms are coming, and even those in the true holy realm like Jue Daozi can hardly be sure to kill them.
Not to mention yourself.
In the end, it is difficult to save the day.
And Zhuo Junyan's injury has indeed not healed.
However, Long Nuanyan is not afraid.
Suddenly she realized that the love-hate entanglement that troubled her was meaningless at this moment.
She murmured: "He is right. People in Jianghu need to think so much about what to do? Just follow your heart and do what you want to do."
As she spoke, she danced with her sword.
How many times can one hear the song of sword light dancing across the sky in the world?