The black-bellied master and apprentice: Master, the apprentice is here to grab the relative

Chapter 218 Can I Survive?
更新时间2013-12-0817:03:00。0
In front of him, what resisted Meng Tingshan's silver sword turned out to be an extremely familiar peerless sword!

There is a silver dragon inlaid on the blade of the sword. The dragon seems to be rolling in the clouds, and its vigorous and fierce figure can almost be confused with the real one!

The hilt of the sword is full of auspicious clouds, and it is almost a perfect match with the slender jade hand when held in a strong hand!

Beside the hand holding the sword is a fluttering white sleeve.

The color is as pure as milk just squeezed from a cow, and the sleeves are trimmed with silver thread.

Gold cloud pattern gown!
She suddenly raised her eyelids, and her shocked eyes reflected a man with tightly pursed lips and a majestic expression!

White jade crown, cloud pattern robe, jade dragon chant...

Master...

…………

Immortal Yizhu was half-kneeling, worthy of following the sword!
At this moment, the expression on Meng Tingshan's face was as shocked as it was, as if struck by lightning...

It was like thunder was struck by her!
The air froze at this moment.

All the moving things on Luoyan Mountain stopped at this moment.

The sound of the dragon tearing, the white light flashed by!This ray of white light was emitted by "Jade Dragon Chant".

Meng Tingshan's sword was flicked by him, it slid a beautiful arc in the air, and fell to the ground!
Yulongyin pointed at her tender neck.

The two stood up slowly.

Wu Zinuo also hurriedly stood up.

White, red, black, the three colors stand in a triangle, very much like the relationship between the three of them.

The clothes and sleeves are all fluttering, but unexpectedly, they are fluttering in different directions.

It's like Fengyan is actually in the middle of the three of them.

"Don't do this, Ting'er."

A slightly hoarse male voice spoke, in the tone of Immortal Yi Zhu.

Meng Tingshan's eyes were filled with tears unconsciously.

The lower jaw is raised, exposing more space to the tender and delicate neck.

Leaning in the direction of the sword deliberately.

Immortal Yizhu subconsciously moved the sword half an inch away.

"Otherwise, what do you want from me?"

"You and Wu Zinuo planned to destroy me 1000 years ago..."

"I didn't want to kill you!"

Immortal Yizhu seems to have expected that she already knew about it, so she corrected her before she finished speaking.

"I want to destroy the demon world and our demon race. Immortal Yizhu, do you think that when the demon world is overthrown, I can still survive?"

The sword on his neck trembled.

"...Arnuo, please don't tell Ting Shan that if the news is leaked, not only will you not be able to eliminate the Demon Realm, but you and I will also become eternal sinners."

"Master, if the Demon Realm is destroyed, then Master, wouldn't it be..."

The master turned his back to her and looked up at the blue sky without saying a word.

"Then, then, what will sister Ting do?"

"I……"

A voice came from a long time ago:
"At that time, at that time, there should be other ways..."

"Yes, there will be a way!"

As if muttering to herself, the white figure walked past her with hesitation, but never stopped.

"Master..." Wu Zinuo turned his head back then, but he couldn't stop shouting at him anymore...

The sword in his hand turned into nothingness, and Immortal Yizhu turned around.

Meng Tingshan leveled her hands and slid back directly.

Standing still again, she uttered the three words lightly, but with a hint of cruelty:

"Kill, kill all!"

The next moment, turn around and walk away.

The killing sound of the black demon soldiers was earth-shattering.

Wu Zinuo looked at the back that was gradually going away step by step, no longer interested in fighting, and his heart was extremely chaotic.

She wanted to keep her, to keep her. Originally, the three of them shouldn't be in this situation!
The twilight in his hand hit a magic soldier again and again, but because of insufficient force, the magic soldier fell down and stood up again, and fell down three times, but the magic soldier was not dead yet!
His heart was bleeding, and his face was hideous.

With the last ounce of strength, he threw the weapon in his hand towards Wu Zinuo.

(End of this chapter)