What is the Experience of Getting Married with the Demon Emperor?

"Why are you laughing too?" Chen Anning stared at Xiao Nianqing angrily.

Xiao Nianqing quickly corrected her expression: "Because I haven't seen green hair before, it's very strange."

Chen Anning narrowed her eyes: "Huh?"

"Okay."

Xiao Nian gave Chen An Ning a blank look, then waved to him: "Come here."

Chen Anning didn't think much, and came to Xiao Nianqing.

The latter tried his best not to care about the countless sparkling formations on Chen Anning's body, and then slightly tiptoed.

Although everyone was still watching, Xiao Nianqing mustered up her courage and gently kissed Chen Anning's side face.

Chen Anning was stunned by the coldness brought by those lips that were ready to part.

After the kiss, Xiao Nianqing turned her body directly, blushing and said: "This is the last [Dharma Formation]."

Chen Anning looked at the shy Xiao Nianqing in front of her, and said playfully, "You are so bold."

"Go, go!" Xiao Nianqing rolled her eyes reproachfully.

"The last magic circle..."

Chen Anning touched the place where Xiao Nianqing kissed just now, and smiled.

He clenched the black pot tightly in his palm, looking at He Junjian who was as immovable as a towering mountain in the distance, and determination gradually emerged in his eyes.

The storm in the desert is as manic as ever.

Standing in the center of Gu Su and Xiao Yan, Chen Anning was already ready for a decisive battle.

"Brother-in-law, I would like to ask you one last thing."

Xiao Yan held his breath and concentrated, nodded: "But it's okay to say."

The corners of Chen Anning's mouth raised slightly, and the wind blew up the bangs on his forehead.

Holding the iron pot, he said coldly——

"Help me dye my hair back..."

"……it is good."

211. Throw it away!

The yellow sand is everywhere, and the sword intent is awe-inspiring.

The wind and sand hit, and the sharpness flourished.

He Junjian closed his eyes, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, faint traces of boundless true energy appeared on the edge of the sword.

He stood there, like a peak that no one in the world could surpass.

next moment.

The old sword master who had returned to his strongest period suddenly opened his eyes, and stepped on the ground with his right foot.

A loud bang!

Ten meters of yellow sand shot up into the sky around He Junjian's body.

A tyrannical sword slashed forward, smashing the flurry of dust that blocked his sight.

Its violent sword pressure stirred up the endless dust in front of him, causing a crack to appear on the vast desert.

That being said.

His sharp sword stayed in the air.

Standing in front of that tyrannical sword intent was a chic and graceful figure.

"The Gentleman's Sword."

Awe-inspiring frost emerged from Xueyi's white sleeves.

Xiao Yan held a silver-white short knife with a dignified expression on his face. The blade of the knife was crystal clear and beautiful like frozen ice.

He truly felt the sword intent from the blade, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I've always heard that the old sword master's Junzi sword is extraordinary, but today I'm lucky enough to learn it."

If He Junjian's mind and soul were intact and he had never been possessed, he might still exchange a few words with Xiao Yan at this moment.

however.

How could the bewitched He Junjian pay attention to Xiao Yan.

In an instant, the sword was drawn away like galloping lightning, and cut forward again.

The world is on the line.

That horizontal cut seemed to separate the sky from the earth, and cut a thin silver thread in an instant, shattering the void.

The stern sword edge roared in the sand and dust.

The short blade in Xiao Yan's palm suddenly lit up with white light, he held the handle instead, and faced the overbearing sword without dodging or avoiding.

The so-called gentleman's sword is open and aboveboard, righteous and fearless.

It's not that Xiao Yan doesn't want to dodge, but that under the sword of a gentleman, there is no way to avoid it.

This is the case with He Junjian's Gentleman's Sword Intent. When competing with the Gentleman's Sword Intent, if he feels timid or retreats, he will be cut off by the Junzi's Sword.

Virtuous gentleman, face-to-face confrontation!

The edge of the sword and the light of the sword.

The sword presses against the light of the sword.

The moment the two blades collided, everything in the world seemed to freeze for a moment.

What followed was a storm of sand and dust on the left and right sides of the two. The sand and dust like a shower had just been blown away by the impact, and the next breath was crushed into dust by the sword intent and sword intent competing with each other. Dissipated by the storm.

This is a head-to-head competition between swords and knives.

Again and again, again and again.

The two figures hadn't moved violently since the beginning.

They're always colliding, they're always competing, they're always attacking.

To defend is to retreat, and to retreat is to fail.

"Not yet?"

Chen Anning in the distance clenched the iron pot in his hand, looking solemnly at the place where swords, lights, swords and shadows were messed up.

In fact, from his point of view, the area where Xiao Yan and He Junjian fought was simply a gathering place for special effects.

It felt like all the special effects he had seen in his life were gathered together, and they were still relaxing there at high speed.

Chen Anning couldn't see who had the upper hand and who was more seriously injured.

Gu Xun on the side shrugged helplessly: "The purpose is to suppress rather than kill. After all, the old sword master will be resurrected, but as long as it is not a fatal injury, it will not be repaired."

"So now it's my brother-in-law who is beating him up." Chen Anning showed a clear expression on his face, "Then I'll go up and snatch his head?"

"...Although I don't understand what you are talking about, I think you should be right."

The voice just fell.

Gu Yan seemed to have noticed something, and his expression gradually became serious: "It's almost there."

inside the field.

The icy cold knife slashed across He Junjian's chest, leaving a shocking deep wound on the latter's chest.

At the same time, bright ice crystals formed one after another outside the wound, freezing the wound and the surrounding skin at an extremely fast speed.

The sudden ice made He Junjian slow down for a moment.

Master tricks, tricks fatal.

A moment of hesitation and pause will bring about a violent storm of suppression.

Xiao Yan moved.

Xiao Yan, who had been fighting He Junjian all this time, suddenly disappeared in place.

The winter wind is cold.

Frost and snow fluttered.

A bitter blizzard is coming.

He Junjian's eyes were round, and he slashed at the manic blizzard in front of him at the fastest speed in his life.

however.

No matter how big his sword is, no matter how ruthless his sword is.

It wasn't just a few snowflakes that rushed towards him.

But this winter blizzard.

There was a soft puff.

Every inch of He Junjian's body was covered with snowflakes.

The snowflakes scattered, and the blood flowed down with the light of the knife.

In just an instant, He Junjian's arms, limbs and even his whole body were engraved with hundreds of knife marks.

He Junjian snorted, and a large amount of blood splashed out from his body.

He couldn't help kneeling on one knee and stabbing the ground with his sword, his body trembling slightly.

"It's now."

Gu Xun quickly came to Chen Anning, and then directly pulled Chen Anning up with that generous body like a hill.

Chen Anning was stunned at the time: "Didn't you say it would be better to use a gentler method?"

"Is this efficient~"

Gu Xun showed two rows of white teeth, and gave Chen Anning a hearty smile.