Looking at the retreat of the day-level elders’ offensive, Lan Chenxi Ye Lingfeng couldn’t help wondering. According to Lan Chenxi, even if the opponent’s strength is strong, it is not necessary to play so passively. At this moment, Lan Chenxi seems to be deliberately gaining momentum for his opponent. In Ye Lingfeng’s eyes, it is like a bamboo elder’s stormy attack in the wind. Lan Chenxi keeps retreating and gives up all offensive defense.
"It seems that your hands are dying!"
With the familiar sound into the ear, Ling Ye maple turned away and came slowly with three people.
Although there were some accidents, it was also expected that one of the three acquaintances around Liu Shuang was caught by Liu Shuang by some means, saying that it was Dugu Chunyang, the old sword god in the capital of Zheng State.
At the moment, the old sword god seems to be subject to people, although he has no scars, but he can follow the frost behind him. Two people are also day-level.
The old sword god saw Ye Lingfeng looking at him and couldn’t help smiling. Ye Lingfeng smiled and nodded as a greeting.
For Liu Shuang Ye Lingfeng chose to look back and still look at the battlefield.
At the moment, Lan Chenxi has been forced to the shore by the old man of the cat. The sword has passed like wind and rain, and the banana has been pitted. Lan Chenxi is shrouded in the sword rain and can’t see the figure clearly, but Ye Lingfeng knows that Lan Chenxi has no problem for the time being. It seems that he has already understood Lan Chenxi’s plan.
I couldn’t help Ye Lingfeng smiling gently. The girl who rampaged in the past had a lover and learned to calculate. She was no longer the ignorant girl who knew revenge.
"Don’t worry about your hand? Lan Chenxi is not a top opponent no matter how strong she is! "
Flow frost is don’t mind Ye Lingfeng depending on her attitude walk to Ye Lingfeng nearby high said
Looking back, Ye Lingfeng said leisurely, "Do you think the celestial level must be stronger than the prefecture level?"
I don’t know why Ye Lingfeng would ask this question.
"Isn’t it?"
"Ha ha!" Ye Lingfeng smiled. "What do you think of your teacher? Compared with this old man! "
Said and pointed to the field advantage of the elders.
"Nature is one day at a time!"
Yan Weifa’s face is full of pride. The middle-aged man with a sword is insurmountable in her mind.
"She and Feng Xie once drew your master. Although Yan Weifa kept her hand, Yan Weifa didn’t have the strength to kill them both!"
Ye Lingfeng said casually, but she didn’t really mean that she was Lan Chenxi, but all the people present heard it clearly and white.
The frost shivers fiercely. Yan Weifa’s strength is that she knows that Ye Lingfeng doesn’t need such a clumsy lie to delay when she is at a disadvantage. That is to say, Ye Lingfeng’s words are true, but she has the strength to fight with the master.
This day-level elder root has not been regarded by the master.
At the moment, the frost has also found a strange scene. Although Lan Chenxi is being pressed, it is meaningless to panic as if everything is under her control.
I feel that no convection frost is about to wake up, but the field form changes suddenly
Lan Chenxi is forced to retreat to the lake, and the old man who can retreat to the sky will kill Lan Chenxi in pursuit of victory.
However, at this moment, Lan Chenxi’s eyes suddenly shot off and the moon shadow knife crossed a strange arc and blocked the old man’s sword.
The old man’s sword changed to slide to Lan Chenxi’s neck, but this time Lan Chenxi had no choice but to retreat or block as the old man expected.
With a piercing scream, the moon shadow knife appeared, and a blue giant bird spread its wings and soared.
At this moment, the old man seemed to see the most beautiful Dao in the world.
Poetic, picturesque and dreamlike.
Lan Chenxi’s knife is almost impossible to understand. It is not the old man, but even Ye Lingfeng, the people outside the stadium, never thought that Lan Chenxi would have such a knife!
Chapter one hundred and seventy-four, qingluan secular liangzhou kibaki
As green as dawn, the wings glow softly in the sun, as quiet as water, as quiet as the moon, as lonely as a shadow. After a long concession, the knife finally came out.
Lan Chenxi never knew how strong Ye Lingfeng was, just as Ye Lingfeng did not know how terrible Lan Chenxi was.
Not enough. Ye Lingfeng saw it today
Blue giant birds surround Lan Chenxi’s body with knives and the body of the old man across the sky.
Everyone was shocked by the beauty of Lan Chenxi’s knife. This is not like a scene, but a gift from heaven.
To say that there is a bird named qingluan in this world, but no one has ever seen it, is just saying!
Qingluan is a bird born of love. They have been looking for another Qingluan all their lives!
It is said that qingluan has the most beautiful sound in the world, but they love to sing, but no one has ever heard of it because there is a qingluan in this world!
It is said that this qingluan was conceived by heaven and earth, and it is very beautiful and elegant, but it makes a sound. It is very lonely and lonely because it has never found it. The envy of birds of the same class does not add its aura, but it highlights its loneliness.
Until one day, it met Phoenix and Phoenix, and it lost its meaning, so it looked for another qingluan.
It flew over the mountains, the sea, the desert and the city, but it never found a bird like it.
When exhausted, it fell into a house with a window facing the window and a mirror. When Qingluan’s eyes lit up, it saw a bird just like it and looked at it eagerly!
Another Luan! It finally found it! Suddenly, a bitter, sweet and painful warm current broke through its heart, and it sang a beautiful song that other birds had never sung.
"Master, what’s the name of this beautiful bird?"
"qingluan!"
"Isn’t this the master’s name?"
"When I was young, I thought that I was born of unrestrained love like this bird. I called myself Qingluan until Yang Hua lost everything. In the story, Qingluan finally cried and sang not because he found his other half, but because he was white. The most beautiful thing is that some people in this world are not understood by most people. He is crazy and crazy, but genius and madness are just a fine line. There is a loneliness in music called Qu Gao and Widow. In love, there is a loneliness called Ningquewulan, and in life, there is a loneliness called independence!"
"Master, I don’t understand!"
"You will understand when you grow up!"
"Then when can I make such a beautiful bird!"
"When you understand!"
Listening to the teacher’s words, the young girl’s face is full of frustration and resistance, but full of hope and excitement.
If you know that you can understand Lan Chenxi only because you are sad, will you want to grow up?
The answer is unknown! I’m afraid no one will know except herself!
But at this moment, the dazzling qingluan is the only color in the world.
The sky is like killing.
It seems that the bamboo will not be broken in the storm with such great pressure, and the moment when the wind and rain disperse and the bamboo bounces is doomed together.
The instant result of qingluan’s rise is self-evident.
As the saying goes, "Qingyu is now bloody and rainy, killing seven wonders and cutting double!"
Finally, at this moment, Ye Lingfeng, an inexplicable forest on the lakeside outside Lianghe City, and others witnessed the reappearance of a story.