Master Shizun wants to force marriage?

Xuan Yu led the crowd, and violently made a bloody mouth out of the heavy shadows.

The Four Great Demons, the Green Fan Scholar, the Snake King, the Crane King...for a while, everyone surrounded him and Ji Heng, forming a small protective circle.

Yan Tong was finally able to catch his breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and finally cleared his mind.

Xuan Yu stepped in front of him, frowned and looked at Ji Heng who was next to him. Ji Heng's face was pale, without a trace of blood, he also saw Xuan Yu, before he could open his mouth to say anything, he shook twice, fell down.

Yan Tong woke up instantly, and firmly caught Ji Heng's fallen body: "Master!"

Xuan Yu also supported Ji Heng, and after some investigation, stuffed something into his mouth, and said to Yan Tong in a deep voice: "It's okay, my spiritual power is exhausted, I just passed out."

Yan Tong's heart was only half relieved when he raised his throat for a moment.

He raised his eyes and looked around. There were more and more black shadows, and they became stronger and stronger, showing no signs of diminishing.

His mind was in a mess, and many unwillingnesses entwined his spiritual consciousness like a snake, telling him that as long as the fire was burning hot enough, he and the people around him could all survive.

The moment Ji Heng fell into his arms, just for a moment, looking at his pale face, Ji Heng might die here, the thought of dying in front of his eyes completely crushed him.

burn it.

burn up.

What does the common people have to do with him?When did people need demons to save them?

If something happens to Ji Heng...

Yan Tong didn't dare to think about it, but fortunately, Ji Heng was fine.

He put Ji Heng on Xuan Yu's side, his voice was a little hoarse: "Take care of him."

Xuan Yu looked at him, wondering if it was an illusion of the fire, Yan Tong felt that Xuan Yu's eyes were very red at that moment, as if he had just cried a lot.

But before he had time to take a closer look, Xuanyu untied a long sword from his waist and threw it into Yan Tong's hand from the air. Watching him, I must kill Yan Ting, kill him, and then live a good life with my uncle!"

Her tone was too solemn, her eyes were burning, as if she had entrusted her life, Yan Tong was stunned for a moment.

In this split second, Xuanyu yelled at him again: "Let's go! This is Yan'er's wish! Go and kill Yan Ting!"

This time, Yan Tong could see clearly that under the firelight, Xuan Yu's face was full of tears.

At this moment, he even inexplicably developed a mentality of resistance.

The sword in his hand was as heavy as a thousand ounces, and he could feel the spiritual power pouring out of the sword like a dike of thousands of miles, and he could also feel that the sword had a spirit, and this sword spirit recognized him very much.

But he felt that he couldn't bring it up, Xuan Yu's tears made him flustered all of a sudden.

But everyone's life and death are tied in his hands alone.

He has no choice.

Lifting the sword, he finally turned around and charged towards the thick black mist.

As soon as those black shadows touched the sword in his hand, they fled around as if possessed by an evil spirit. Wherever the long sword went, ghost howls rang out.

Only then did Yan Tong take a closer look at the sword. It was silver and white. At first glance, it looked a bit like Rin Shuang, but it was more evil than Rin Shuang. The sword was permeated with cold air, and there was a string of bells tied to the hilt.

bell.

Bells with red tassels.

Yan Yan.

Yan Tong's heart pounded, this is... Yan Yan's stuff?

Just as he was thinking, the sword led him to a dark place by himself.

Yan Tong regained consciousness.

If Yan Yan didn't come, then she is fine now.

He was no longer distracted, and rushed into the darkness according to the sword spirit's instructions.

The sword spirit understands his mind better than he imagined, and it takes almost no effort for one person and one sword to connect with each other.

With one sword strike, a shrill scream came from behind Yan Tong.

Yan Tong took a closer look, and he stabbed a black figure, but there was a burst of fire between the black figure's eyebrows.

He knew in his heart that this should be the more critical shadow.

The screams came from Hei Ying and Yan Ting at the same time.

Yan Ting's voice seemed to come from all directions: "It's just a fluke, Yan Tong, are you going to lose it?" @无限好文，全在晋江文学城

Yan Tong was not distracted by him, paying attention to which direction his real voice came from.

The sword spirit understood his intentions, and also calmed down, studying and distinguishing with him.

At almost the same moment, Yan Tong and Sword Spirit stabbed in one direction together.

Another key shadow shattered.

After a scream, Yan Ting seemed a little panicked: "Impossible... so many black shadows, how did you find them, impossible..."

Yan Tong raised his eyebrows and looked at the black mist in front of him with disdain: "You deserved to die a hundred years ago, and it's really a crime to live today."

What followed was one after another of screams, Yan Tong and the unknown sword spirit killed eight black shadows together.

With the disappearance of the key shadow, the dense shadow that originally surrounded them has also almost diminished.

Yan Tong estimated the number, looked at the black shadow that was forced to retreat in front of him, and smiled slightly: "The last one, Yan Ting, the next one is you."

The shadow of the sword scattered.

All the black mist dissipated completely, and Yan Tong glanced at the sky.

I thought to myself, when the sky is about to dawn, everything should be over.

Yan Ting's screams were not blocked by the black mist, and it became easier to tell where they were.

This time, even without the guidance of the sword spirit

, Yan Tong found out where Yan Ting was.

and many more……

Without the guidance of the sword spirit?

Yan Tong paused, and looked down at the long sword in his hand.

Only then did I feel that the original biting chill of the long sword had dissipated a lot, and the blade...was not so white anymore, and there was a faint layer of black air surrounding it.

It was as if the aura of the sword was gradually being eroded by the black mist.

He felt a little uneasy, trying to communicate with the sword spirit.

He originally thought that the sword spirit who had such a tacit understanding with him would easily accept his spiritual penetration.

But no, the sword spirit sensed his thoughts, and cut off contact with him decisively and unilaterally, like a child who is afraid of being peeped into the secret.

Yan Tong didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a moment, he could only ask a little stupidly to a cold sword: "...well, are you okay?"

The sword spirit ignored him, so it was impossible for a cold sword to ignore him.

He could only continue to lift the sword, concentrate again, and follow the voice to a place.

Having met Yan Ting once in Linzhou, Yan Tong thought about what it would be like to fight him in real life.

But I still didn't expect it to be like this.

A charred body lay in a swamp, which looked no different from a charred corpse from a distance.

Only when you get closer can you see the eyes that are still rolling.

Presumably, the injuries of those key shadows were all suffered by himself.

Yan Tong walked up to him and looked at him coldly.

Yan Ting stared at him viciously, as if wanting to drag him into the swamp together.

But obviously he couldn't do it.

It's just that his blood-red eyes were still looking at Yan Tong, and the place where the mouth was burnt didn't look like his mouth repeated hoarsely: "Why...why..."

Yan Tong said coldly: "Why?"

Yan Ting's body was sinking slowly, he didn't answer his question, but kept repeating: Why...

Yan Tong frowned at him.

At this time, the blade began to tremble violently.

Yan Tong was taken aback, and quickly sensed what Sword Spirit meant.

Yan Ting is immortal, if he sinks into the swamp, he can still escape!

He was diverting Yan Tong's attention, he wanted to escape!

He jumped up and slammed the sword into Yan Ting's chest.

At the same time, Yan Ting's blood-red eyes suddenly lit up, and his hoarse voice became sharp and piercing: "You! You killed..." @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

But before the words were spoken, the long sword had already sunk into his body.

He widened his eyes and looked at his chest in disbelief.

As if stunned, he didn't speak for a while.

The speed at which his body sank was also accelerating.

For a moment, at the end when his body was only above his shoulders, he looked at Yan Tong, and suddenly laughed sinisterly, laughing loudly, laughing wildly, and the laughter attracted the injured and injured people over there.

Yan Ting stared at Yan Tong with blood-red vicious eyes, and said hoarsely: "Yan Tong, you actually killed Yan Yan! Hahahaha, it turns out that you are just as unscrupulous as me! I am not worthy to be king, so what qualifications do you have to be him?" brother!"

After shouting these words, Yan Ting completely sank into the swamp.

There was a buzzing sound in Yan Tong's mind, and before his mind could react, his body moved first and rushed towards the swamp.

But Xuanyu beside him seemed to have expected him to do this, grabbed him, and sealed his meridians with spells, making him unable to move.

Yan Tong looked at Xuan Yu in shock: "What are you doing!" Then he said even more panicked: "What does he mean?! What do you mean I killed Yan Yan?! Isn't Yan Yan at the Green Dome? What happened to her?!"

Xuan Yu bowed her head and said nothing, but she just refused to unlock the spell for him.

Ji Heng was awakened by Yan Ting's terrible laughter just now, but he always felt like a heavy iron was falling in his head, so after confirming that Yan Tong was fine, he kept paying attention to the surrounding situation carefully. speak out.

But for some reason, when he saw Xuanyu's sudden move, he suddenly looked towards the swamp, and then swept across when no one was paying attention.

Xuan Yu was startled: "Master!"

It's a pity that I still didn't get anything. I only had time to pull out the bell that was halfway in.

Ji Heng stood on the opposite side of the swamp, with his back to the crowd, tightly clutching the bell in his hand, neither turning his head nor making a sound.

Yan Tong vaguely felt something the moment he saw him pull the bell. He began to use brute force to break the shackles of the spell, begging Ji Heng: "Master, is that the bell of Yan'er? Yan'er, Yan'er What? Come here quickly, we should go home, let's go home and see Yan'er, she is not in good health, shall we go back?"

Ji Heng swayed when he heard the words, and finally turned to look at Yan Tong.

After a while, he flew over, silently put the bell into his hand, but still didn't undo the spell for him.

Everyone was silent.

Only Yan Tong held the bell and asked bitterly: "What does this mean? Master, what is this..."

did not answer him.

"elder brother."

A female voice like a silver bell made everyone tremble, and in an instant, everyone raised their heads to look at the source of the sound.

It's Yanyan.

It was like a white mist, an unfulfilled banquet. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

The black mist around her body was constantly entangled, and it was also accompanied by sparks flickering lightly.

Yan Tong raised his head abruptly, before he could make a sound, he knelt down normally with scarlet eyes staring.

He sensed that the sword spirit... was Yan Yan.