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    Mo Ran's hands were clenched in the dark, his heart was beating like a drum, and the veins at his temples were twitching faintly. He stared at the tense situation in front of him, and there was a crazy thought screaming in his heart¡ª¡ªNangong Changying would want to  It took Nangong Si's life.  And is he really going to stand like this?  Can he really stand there with peace of mind?  !

    He was shaking, he was suffering a lot, but fortunately no one saw his strangeness, the line of life and death in the enchantment was like fine sand absorbing water, gathering all eyes.

    The sharp sword will be stained with blood at any time.

    Wanmu was bleak, Mo Ran held the hidden weapon in his sleeve, and rubbed his fingertips on the edge of the sharp sleeve arrow. He wanted to do one thing, but that thing made his fear grow wildly like weeds

    Suddenly, Nangong Changying's body trembled.

    This trembling was so obvious that everyone could see it clearly.

    Xue Zhengyi said in shock: "What's wrong?!"

    Nangong Changying couldn't see the specific position of Nangong Si, and the position where he raised his sword was actually a bit off.  But Nangong Si couldn't make a sound, a little sound, a little strange flow of wind could make Nangong Changying respond.

    He stared at his ancestor's face palely and stubbornly, pursed his lips, and the corners of his lips were full of wet blood.

    "You are Nangong Si?"

    "!!!"

    Let alone Xue Zhengyi this time, many people who stood in front and heard this sentence shivered.

    ¡ª¡ªIs Nangong Changying conscious?  !  ?

    Mo Ran's complexion also changed suddenly, a cold light flashed in his sleeve, and he took back the hidden arrow that was about to be used.  His back was drenched in cold sweat, and his heart was beating wildly.

    It's so dangerous I almost exposed myself

    He felt lucky that he didn't have to, but then felt uneasy and sick at the luck that had occurred to him.

    In front of this Jiaoshan, the two souls of his previous life and this life were fighting, biting and entangled constantly, tearing each other bloody, and the bites were bloody.

    He didn't know how long he could last.

    "Nangong Si Seventh"

    Inside the barrier, Nangong Changying's high-hanging sword shifted a little bit.

    Bit by bit, inch by inch

    Xue Zhengyi was extremely astonished: "Is he really conscious?"

    No, not consciously.

    It is restoring consciousness, restoring the consciousness remaining in this corpse.

    Mo Ran knew that Xu Shuanglin, who was hiding in a corner of Jiaoshan, was like a clumsy puppet show artist. He had never danced such a complicated and huge puppet, and he was about to be unable to hold it.

    Nangong Changying was about to break free from his¡ª¡ª

    "brush!"

    Before Mo Ran could finish thinking about it, the muffled sound that penetrated his skin made his scalp numb and his pupils shrank sharply.

    In an instant.

    Blood rushes wildly!

    There was a little silence, and suddenly a scream that was twisted to the extreme exploded in the ear, and the sword was frosty, piercing the periosteum-"Si!!!"

    "Miss Ye!"

    "Ye Wangxi!!"

    Ye Wangxi, who had red eyes and an almost crazy expression, was restrained from left to right, lest she do something radical, but people soon discovered that it was too much, what could she do?  She is not from the Nangong family, no matter how right-hand man she is, she is just an outsider in front of Jiaoshan.

    She couldn't get in at all.

    Nangong Changying's sword pierced through Nangong Si's shoulder ruthlessly. If he could see with both eyes, he would have opened a cold hole in Nangong Si's chest at this moment.

    Nangong Si froze for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but Changying immediately drew his sword, blood spattered, and Nangong Si who fell on the ground spit out a big mouthful of blood, even struggling to support himself, struggling a few times, finally  Slumped down in the mud.

    I don't know what Xu Shuanglin did, maybe he donated the power of the spiritual core, or maybe he controlled Nangong Changying with all his consciousness.

    This body, which was about to recover its consciousness, suddenly turned into a puppet who was determined to kill. He held the sword, and there was blood left in the thin sword groove, dripping on the ground, glistening with moonlight, gathering  Into a small pool of cloudy and uncertain darkness.

    Nangong Si tried to get up from the ground again, but failed. He barely raised his face in the mud.

    Mo Ran's eyelashes trembled and he closed his eyes.

    He would rather Nangong Si not let people see this face, a handsome face that was originally proud, flying, and clean, now only blood and mud, the facial features can hardly be seen clearly, it is embarrassing enough to make anyone with a conscience  feel sad.

    Although Southp; Mo Ran couldn't hear the following sentence clearly, but everyone could see that Nangong Changying's movements suddenly slowed down, and his lips opened and closed slightly, obviously talking to Nangong Si.

    "Ishould notfight with you"

    Nangong Changying's sword was still hanging, but a very slight sound came from his throat intermittently.

    "I still havememories of the pastbefore I died, I was worried that there would be a change in the future" He had just recovered his consciousness, and his words were not clear, and he said hoarsely, "I can't imagine If there is today."

    Nangong Changying paused for a moment, then continued again: "Nangong Si. For a while after I after I finish reciting the mantra you immediately take the bow and arrow away I"

    Bows and arrows?

    What bow and arrow?

    Nangong Si's mind was buzzing, and he didn't react for a while, but Nangong Changying had already turned his sword, brushing the ground and scraping the ground, sending out a long howl like a dragon's chant.  Immediately afterwards, he swept back a few feet, his clothes fluttering, his shape was like an exile.

    Nangong Changying was trembling. At this moment, he barely freed his lips and tongue from the control of the caster. Every time he spoke a word, he had to consume a great deal of strength.

    "Through, cloud, call, come."

    After finishing these words almost word by word, a clear and long groan suddenly came out from the hinterland of Jiaoshan, the ground in front of Nangong Si split open, and in the falling sand, a dark blue horn bow could not stop screaming.  The sound illuminated the long night.

    Everyone was horrified, even for a cold person like Chu Wanning, his face changed slightly.

    ? The legendary burial martial arts of the first head of the Confucian School¡ª¡ª

    Pierce the cloud!

    "Quick, take it!" Nangong Changying said hoarsely, his hands trembling violently, as if he was fighting against an invisible spider thread, trying not to let himself go forward to pick up his divine bow Chuanyun, "Piercing  Cloud arrows can burn flesh and bloodburn."

    Nangong Si actually understood what he meant, but the excitement was too great for him to believe, so he asked dryly, "What are you burning?"

    "Me!" Nangong Changying suddenly shouted angrily.

    "Tailord!"

    "Don't let my corpsedothe thing I hated the mostin my lifetime." Nangong Changying was tall and tall, with rustling clothes, and said the last word a hundred years later, "Burn."  Remember the URL of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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