Fairy Desire

After Meng Xiang left at a speed beyond the imagination of Chen Feng and other strange birds, he didn't destroy the white light absorbed from Xun Ying's body.He knew that they were the marks left on it by the cultivators who attacked Xunying, and the purpose was to find it again.

If he destroyed it, it would not only arouse the vigilance of the cultivator, but even expose his situation.The immortal cultivator made the marks very well. With Xunying's ability, he couldn't find their existence, and even if he could find them, he couldn't destroy them.

After thinking about it for a while, countless Dao patterns and Dao pattern formations flew out of Meng Xiang's eyes and landed in his palm, flying towards the white light in his palm like a tide, as if to drown them, but Those white lights were not willing to be sealed, and launched a fierce resistance.

Those Bai Guang's performances were all excellent, either fighting alone or jointly. Although the number was much smaller than that of the Dao pattern and the Dao pattern formation, Meng Xiang's seal could not be completed in a short time. The Dao pattern and the Dao pattern formation have been cut through a lot.

There was a strange light in Meng Xiang's eyes, it didn't look like he was looking at some white light, but he was watching a group of masters fighting.In fact, in Meng Xiang's eyes, those white lights are not just as simple as white lights. Every attack is a wonderful sword move in his eyes. There is no difference between the swordsmen.

Meng Xiang leaned towards the Lightning Bird's nest while staring at his palm.After about a quarter of an hour, the number of Dao patterns and Dao pattern formations revealed in Meng Xiang's eyes suddenly increased, which put a lot of pressure on those white lights and compressed their activity space a lot.

Suddenly, all the white light gathered together and turned into a small white sword. It shot out, even broke through the control of Meng Xiang's palm, and shot directly at Meng Xiang's left eye. bingo.The consequences will be very serious.

Although Xiaojian's speed dropped a bit when he broke through the blockade of Meng Xiang's palm, his speed was still very fast, and he reached in front of his eyeballs in a flash.But just as it was about to pierce, a sharp light shot out from the depths of the eyes, accurately hit the tip of the little sword, and scattered it.It turned into wisps of white light again.

Those white lights seemed to sense that the situation was not good, and they no longer dared to attack Meng Xiang, and scattered in all directions, but they were all pulled back by the suction force from Meng Xiang's palm, and then a strange force came from his palm. Plenty but out.They were imprisoned, and those Dao patterns and Dao pattern formations that had been waiting for a long time suddenly swarmed up like wolves and tigers, sealing them all up.

With five fingers retracted, there was a soft creaking sound, and Meng Xiang pinched the individual white lights together, forming a small ball not much bigger than a finger, and then waved his hand. && throws it away.With a whoosh, it flew away without a shadow.

Meng Xiang wasn't worried that the cultivator who used these white lights to mark Xunying found something wrong.In fact, these sealed white lights have replaced Xunying, and he couldn't find that he had changed his target at all, and he also had a little understanding of the situation of the cultivator from the stimulation of those white lights. .

Meng Xiang speeded up, and in a flash, there was no trace.It disappeared out of thin air, and appeared thousands of feet away in the next instant.The speed is much faster than Xunying.Not too long, Meng Xiang suddenly stopped in his tracks.Then he turned around and walked towards a mountain towering into the clouds.

In two steps, Meng Xiang had already climbed to the top of the mountain, but the monster controlling the entire mountain didn't notice that there was an outsider in its territory at all.Of course, this also has something to do with it being attracted by the fierce battle in the distance.

With a wave of Meng Xiang's arm, a large stone with a radius of about Zhang disappeared, replaced by a set of beautifully crafted stone tables. Then he sat down on the chair, and took out a complete set of teapots, tea bowls, fruit snacks, It's like watching a play.In fact, not too far away from the mountain where he was, there was indeed a wonderful drama going on, but it was real swords and guns that were being used, and casualties appeared from time to time.

The battle was indeed quite fierce. Originally, Meng Xiang was quite far away from the scene, but the fluctuations arising from the battle still came to him from time to time, just like the tide, but as soon as he got close to him, the wind and waves calmed down immediately.

The home field of the battle is a big mountain, but it is very different from ordinary mountains. There is no grass growing, and the mountain is also extremely steep, almost straight down.What's more different from ordinary mountains is that the whole mountain is covered with lightning, crackling, and when it gets closer, the white electric current rushes out like a snake, with a vicious shape and looks very fierce.

Chenfeng probably underestimated the enemy!Meng Xiang shook his head slightly.That big mountain was actually the old nest of the Lightning Bird. At this time, countless silver-white big birds were circling around the mountain peak, fighting fiercely with a group of immortal cultivators.

Compared with the number of Lightning Birds, the number of attacking immortal cultivators is obviously a little thin, only about 200 people, but each one is very powerful. If it is a single Lightning Bird, it can be defeated in an instant. , but those lightning birds also have life-saving means, as long as they are beaten hard, they will immediately retreat to the mountain, and those cultivators obviously have a lot of fear of the lightning ejected from the mountain.

One side is relatively weak, but has a backer, and one side is powerful, but fearful. Therefore, although the battle is fierce, there are not many casualties.Meng Xiang's gaze didn't linger on those lightning birds and mountains, but focused most of his attention on those immortal cultivators who were actively attacking but didn't have the knack to defeat the enemy for a while.

Of course, Meng Xiang couldn't see ordinary immortal cultivators at all, even though each of them could be regarded as an elite, they were definitely the best among immortal cultivators of the same rank outside.His eyes slid quietly over the immortal cultivators, and finally Meng Xiang's eyes stopped on a young man in white.

The young man's appearance is ordinary, and his clothes are also ordinary. Although the clothes are very neat, they are made of ordinary fabrics. They are not magic weapons. Even the sword he holds in his hand is not a magic weapon. It can be said that there is nothing special about him from head to toe. , even worse than a swordsman who has not stepped into the practice.

For such a young man with no characteristics, Meng Xiang's expression gradually became serious, because he felt a kind of spirit in his body, and this kind of spirit also exists in his body, and its name is persistence.It's just that what he is obsessed with is the sword, but what he is obsessed with is the knife.

From his own personal experience, Meng Xiang understood a little truth.A person who can stick to one thing for a long time, no matter what he does, must have superhuman qualities, and swords are the best weapons, and those who stick to them will inevitably have strong combat effectiveness.

In fact, it was in Meng Xiang's eyes.The young man in white was far from being as ordinary as he appeared on the surface.He is actually a peerless sword with a rare edge.One must know that the sharper a sword is, the more difficult it is to cover up its sharpness, but he can cover up the sharpness to the point that one can imagine how terrifying it is.

Meng Xiang's gaze was actually rather flat, none of the Lightning Birds he had seen and those cultivators had noticed it in the slightest.As soon as his eyes touched the young man in white, he immediately felt a sense and turned his head towards him.

Although the distance between them is so far, more than thousands of miles, and although his eyes have not yet fallen on him, Meng Xiang has a feeling of being locked in, as if there is any change in him, the sharp Immediately the blade would appear in front of his throat.

Wait until the man in white turns his face completely around.When meeting his gaze.Suddenly, Meng Xiang's eyes lit up, two bright sword lights pierced his eyes, the cold air was so chilling and terrifying, if it was another person, maybe he hadn't really fought yet.I have already lost to the place in my heart.

It's so murderous!Meng Xiang frowned slightly, and raised the tea bowl in his hand.With a light move towards the man in white, he blocked the eyes of the two of them.When Meng Xiang put down the teacup.The man in white's eyes had returned to normal, then he turned his head and ignored him no more.

Meng Xiang put down the teacup gently, but light yellow tea slowly appeared in the saucer.Turning the saucer half a circle slowly, I found the reason why the tea appeared in the saucer. I don’t know when, two small holes not much thicker than the tip of a needle appeared in the teacup, and the tea slowly flowed out from the small holes. .

His gaze stayed on the two small holes for a long time, and during the observation process, although the expression on Meng Xiang's face did not change, various lights flashed across his eyes, as if he had changed from those two very ordinary eyes. Xiao Kong saw many things.

After about a cup of tea, Meng Xiang looked away from the small hole of the teacup, and casually pushed the teacup aside, raised his head, and refocused his eyes on the battlefield, but the situation on the battlefield did not seem to happen What changes, those cultivators are still fighting with those lightning bolts.

Meng Xiang's eyes did not stay on the immortal cultivator and the lightning bird, but directly casted on the young man in white.At this time, although he is no different from before in the eyes of ordinary people, Meng Xiang feels different, there is a slight restlessness, and the sword intent in his body fluctuates, and the fluctuation range is getting bigger and bigger , it seems that he is no longer willing to be bound.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Meng Xiang's mouth.Although it seemed that he was at a disadvantage in the fight with the young man in white, it was not. Although his teacup was injured, he himself was not affected in any way, and although the young man in white's attack was sharp, it affected His suppressed sword intent caused it to vibrate.

After a little deduction in his state of mind, Meng Xiang got a time. If there is no accident, after a quarter of an hour at most, the young man in white will no longer be able to completely suppress the fluctuation of the sword intent in his body, and will burst out to vent its determination Part of it, otherwise it would be difficult for him to bring it back to calm again.

Time passed by every minute and every second, Meng Xiang's expression and eyes seemed very calm, but he was a little nervous inside, because the exact time of the young man in white's shot not only represented the accuracy of his judgment, but also meant that the white-clothed young man made a move. The horror of young people.

The young man in white knew that Meng Xiang was looking at him, and showed a calm look, like a frozen stone, and the more he did this, the deeper the smile on Meng Xiang's lips, if he really If he can be so calm, he doesn't need to deliberately pretend at all.

A ray of white light shot out and directly hit the Lightning Mountain, which the Lightning Bird relied on as its backing.In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, the wind was surging, and the momentum was frightening, but Meng Xiang didn't pay attention to this, but "looked" at a clock hanging in his heart, and the time displayed on it was thirteen minutes and 48 seconds. Seeing the numbers clearly, he smiled , laughing happily.To be continued. .