wicked immortal

Scouts are everywhere.

Wan Ling'er strongly challenged her to fight, but Zhao Yuan couldn't resist her, so she had to follow. What made Zhao Yuan vomit blood was that Wan'er wanted him to take Qiqi with her.

Zhao Yuan thought over and over again, but still rejected Wan'er and Qiqi.

In order to ensure the safety of Wan'er and Qiqi, Zhao Yuan deliberately arranged ten warriors to protect the two sisters.

For God Warrior, Zhao Yuan now has some rough concepts.

God warriors also have junior god warriors. The so-called junior god warriors are just promoted from the ninth-level berserkers, and they can't skillfully use the power of god warriors, so they are called junior god warriors.

After passing the junior god warrior stage, the strength of the god warrior is also very different, mainly reflected in talent and combat experience.

A god warrior who has gone through thousands of tempers and battles, his combat power is extremely terrifying.

Ten battle-experienced warriors are enough to protect Princess Wan'er and Princess Qiqi. Besides, they are in a large army, so there is no need to worry about their safety.

As for Zhao Yuan and Wan Ling'er, they don't need protection at all.In fact, Zhao Yuan didn't want to bring the demonic warriors by his side, which would affect his and Wan Ling'er's performance, because both of them are cultivators, and it would be inconvenient for them to control the sword with the demonic warriors by their side. Kill the enemy.

Only after Zhao Yuan's cauldron fire and spiritual energy merged into one, he has not had the opportunity to practice until now.

It was already dark at this time, and the two took advantage of the night to sneak towards the devil's capital. Now, they were less than a hundred miles away from the devil's capital.

About [-] miles away from the main force, Zhao Yuan found a secluded mountain and stopped.

"Why?" Seeing Zhao Yuan leading her into the woods, Wan Ling'er blushed up to her neck.

"I'll try to see if I can fly with the sword." Zhao Yuan didn't notice Wan Ling'er's shyness.

"Oh……"

Wan Ling'er responded lightly, feeling inexplicably lost.For a long time, Wan Ling'er hoped that Zhao Yuan would express something to her, but Zhao Yuan never coveted her at all, which made Wan Ling'er extremely depressed. Sometimes, Wan Ling'er would find reasons in herself and doubt herself. Charm……

What makes Wan Ling'er hate the most is that although Zhao Yuan doesn't show the need for a male animal to Wan Ling'er, he is always obsessed with those sluts, which makes Wan Ling'er feel a serious sense of frustration.

In the love scene, Wan Linger is just a fledgling bird, she doesn't know what to do, she often ignores Zhao Yuan's existence because of alchemy, she doesn't know how to catch Zhao Yuan's heart, the only thing she can do is to use Tough means stare at Zhao Yuan, and most of the time, she endures humiliation to please Zhao Yuan, but it seems that all her efforts have no return. Zhao Yuan only cares about her and protects her, and does not treat her as a women look at.

Just when Wan Ling'er felt sorry for herself, Zhao Yuan had already led her into the dense forest.

In the darkness, Zhao Yuan sat cross-legged on a stone, summoned the small black sword, and entered into the practice.

Looking at the small black sword, Wan Ling'er had mixed feelings.

How wonderful it would be if we could turn back time and return to the Wan Family Compound!

Time can't turn back...

……

Zhao Yuan didn't even know that Wan Ling'er was traveling thousands of miles at this time, and he was urging his spiritual energy.

Spiritual energy flows in the eight meridians, and the seal of the martial arts witch is driven by the spiritual energy to transform into countless mysterious rune fragments. Those runes are exquisite and ingenious. rotate.

Zhao Yuan's soul became stronger and stronger, and the aura that merged into one gave off countless streams, and then gathered in the depths of the dantian of the Qi Sea, unexpectedly faintly resembling "returning to the source".

After more than two months of practice, Zhao Yuan's aura became more and more pure. Under the washing of the aura and the transformation of "The Enemy of Thousands of People", Zhao Yuan's originally domineering body no longer had the previous fierceness. On the contrary, it seems that there is a kind of frailty. If Zhao Yuan wears a scholar's clothes now, no one will doubt that he is a scholar.

The pure aura was injected into the formation of the little black sword, and slowly, slowly, the little black sword floated quietly in the air, soundlessly, and the faint light emitted was like an eternal star.

Looking at the little black sword floating quietly, Zhao Yuan showed surprise on his face, got up, and slowly stood on top of the little black sword.

Stand firm!

"rise!"

Zhao Yuan muttered silently, and the spiritual energy activated the small ink-colored sword.

whoosh...

The little ink-colored sword flew out suddenly without any warning. Zhao Yuan didn't expect the speed of the little ink-colored sword to be so fast. Suddenly, he fell to the ground with an "ah" sound, and the little ink-colored sword flew out dozens of times. Ten feet later, without Zhao Yuan's spiritual energy, he fell into the grass.

"Hahaha...hahaha..." Seeing Zhao Yuan gnaw on the mud, Wan Ling'er, who was sad, burst into laughter, her simple mind forgot her troubles in an instant.

"Still laughing." Zhao Yuan got up with a flustered face.

"Hehehehe..." Looking at the withered grass on Zhao Yuan's head, Wan Ling'er laughed even harder.

"Don't laugh." Zhao Yuan became furious, rushed over and covered Wan Ling'er's mouth.

"Wuwu...hehehe..." Wan Ling'er stretched out her bright wrist, and took off the dullness on Zhao Yuan's head, still smiling like a flower.

Zhao Yuan let go of Wan Linger, but when he saw Wan Linger's touching smile, he was stunned.

"Zhao Yuan..." Seeing Zhao Yuan staring at her blankly, Wan Ling'er blushed immediately.

"I'll come again."

Zhao Yuan restrained the evil fire that was surging in his body, and activated his aura. From among the weeds in the distance, a small black sword slowly rose, and the sharp edge of the sword shone with a palpitating coldness under the night.

"Haste makes waste. The input and control of spiritual energy needs to be done step by step. Slowly, slowly, you will master the essentials of flying with the sword." Wan Ling'er pointed Zhao Yuan with a smile.

"Ah."

Zhao Yuan stepped on the little black sword again, and began to move it with spiritual energy bit by bit. Gradually, the little black sword rose slowly in the air, and Zhao Yuan's body also slowly rose in the air.

"I succeeded..."

With a "plop", Zhao Yuan fell heavily on the grass again.

"Haha... I said you have to take your time. You are not yet proficient, so you can't use two things at once... By the way, you should pay attention to the magic circle of the small black sword, not the aura of your body, because aura comes from the heart. , and that black little sword can't touch your heart..." Wan Ling'er laughed so hard that the branches trembled.

"Well, come again!"

Zhao Yuan was thrown down twice in a row, but he also became ruthless, and once again climbed onto the small black sword, urging his spiritual energy.This time, Zhao Yuan's attention was on the small magic circle of the black sword.

Zhao Yuan still kept falling, but he became more and more proficient at controlling the small black sword.

As Wan Ling'er said, as long as you control the magic circle, it will be much easier to control the small ink-colored sword. Although it can't be retracted freely, it will never fall again.

"Haha, I can fly with the sword!"

Zhao Yuan frantically moved the small black sword, his long hair was flying, and his whole body was flying in the vast sky like a zigzag lightning.At this time, Zhao Yuan felt extremely hearty. All along, his wish was to be able to fly with the sword, and today, his wish was finally fulfilled.

The joy in Zhao Yuan's heart couldn't be increased. His hard work finally paid off.

In Zhao Yuan's eyes, the sky that was unattainable in the past is not as vast as it used to be.

Proud and passionate, the earth will no longer be able to restrain his actions.

Crazy fighting spirit surged in Zhao Yuan's body.

"Zhao Yuan, you have truly stepped into the world of comprehension now." Wan Ling'er also rode the Ice Excalibur to the sky, and she could feel Zhao Yuan's joy.

"Ling'er, thank you... Hey... Hurry up, there's a demon down here!"

Zhao Yuan suddenly urged the small black sword, Wan Ling'er immediately caught up, and both of them flew towards the high mountains below, in the lush forest, rustling, tree trunks shaking, as if a demon was moving...