"What are you called?
Soul calling!
Ning Huan frowned and said unhappily, "What is a man grinding and chirping, is it over?"
” If it weren't for Baili Xuanyuan saying that Yi Xiaofeng was a disciple of Wanliu Sect, she really wouldn't believe it.
How could this immature and very guilty man be a descendant disciple of the lofty sect of Wanliu Sect?
Yi Xiaofeng shook his head and said, "This is the territory of Biluo Palace, I think we have already stepped into the territory of Biluo Palace!"
Forget it, both horizontal and vertical are dead, feel free!
” "......"
Ning Huan still didn't want to pay attention to him.
Also, both horizontal and vertical are in, what do you care about so much?
As they walked, they heard the sound of swords clashing in front of them, and they glanced at each other, but unconsciously quickened their pace and followed the sound.
Ning Huan was even more puzzled.
How can anyone fight here?
Could it be that the dark shadow passing by her window has something to do with the people fighting here?
The leaves fluttering in the sky were crumbling in the dark night, and two black shadows were entangled in the moonlight, and the fight was inseparable.
Suddenly, seeing the two of them land, one of them slashed a sword to the ground, and suddenly a crack opened in the ground, spreading rapidly dozens of steps ahead.
"Get out of the way!"
Seeing this, Yi Xiaofeng hurriedly reminded Ning Huan.
Ning Huan reacted much faster than Yi Xiaofeng, and jumped directly to the side.
"Breaking through the sky and the earth, it turned out to be the third son of Ou."
Yi Xiaofeng muttered unconsciously.
He raised his hand to wipe his sweat, and after doing it for a long time, it turned out to be an acquaintance!
He looked over, but at this time, he saw another black shadow rising into the air, stopping in mid-air, suddenly slashing a sword, flashing a beautiful arc in the air, and the leaves flying in the sky turned into sharp weapons, and one of them pierced the tree beside Ning Huan.
"That's amazing!"
Ning Huan was frightened and looked at Yi Xiaofeng, only to see that he was focused on watching the battle in front of him.
"Lang Sword Flying Flowers, Sword God Long Zhao."
Yi Xiaofeng blurted out, these two people are competing here, which will inevitably cause the dissatisfaction of the Biluo Palace Lord, they are still watching here, and there is no place to bury them.
The two of them saw someone next to them, and they stopped and walked towards them.
"Who are you?"
Long Zhao asked.
"It's Xiaofeng, I know."
Ou Fei saw Yi Xiaofeng, walked towards Yi Xiaofeng, and explained to Long Zhao.
They each collected their weapons, and soon arrived at Yi Xiaofeng and Ning Huan.
Ning Huan saw that it was the two of them, and he was even more speechless.
Make no mistake!
"You two don't sleep in the middle of the night, what kind of sword are you playing here?"
Ning Huan complained.
"Miss Mu?"
Ou Fei was stunned.
Long Zhao was also stunned: "Why is Miss Mu here?"
” "Didn't you go back to Beiyao?
Why are you here?
The corners of Ning Huan's mouth twitched.
Long Zhao and Ou Fei glanced at each other, and Long Zhao said: "There is an ancient divine sword in Biluo Palace, the sword of Baihong, recently, the Baihong sword is about to appear in the world, and my second brother and I want to take Baihong and give it to Wanwan." ” "......"
Ning Huan was speechless.
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"And what happened to the fight you guys just had?"
Yi Xiaofeng couldn't understand their complicated interpersonal relationship, but since they were called brothers, why did they fight?
"We didn't make an appointment, we just met here.
Thinking about fighting, those past grievances and hatreds can be regarded as being settled together.
Long Zhao explained again. "......"
Ning Huan was speechless.
Can it still be counted like this?