Swish!

The woman in yellow didn't know who it was. After hearing Fang Junmei's anxious voice, she rushed over and killed her.

Step out!

With this kick, he did not catch the best position and fell directly into the gray sword group. A sword light came, and the woman in yellow quickly stepped out to block the grid.

Bang bang bang-

An explosion sounded, starting in two directions.

Chihe Leng escaped again with the defensive power.

The explosion in the other direction was mixed with the woman's terrifying hum.

...

"This sound is—"

Fang Jun's eyebrows shook violently, and he turned his head suddenly and looked in the direction of the woman in yellow.

...

Yellow clothes dyed red!

The woman in yellow may have a clever way, but she was also hit in a hurry.

Fang Junmei looked at those eyes, those familiar eyes that were crescent-like crescent-like eyes, and the painful colors in the crescent-like eyes, and the mind trembled even more violently.

"Senior Sister--"

Fang Junmei shouted and rushed towards the woman in yellow, so excited that she shivered all over.

Confirmed!

Confirmed!

That person must be Yang Xiaoman.

...

The woman in yellow on the other side was still unfamiliar, but when she heard this call from her senior sister, her eyes were filled with infinite tenderness and sweetness, and she gave him a sweet smile.

"Junmei!"

The woman in yellow also shouted, it was Yang Xiaoman's voice. Her clothes were covered in blood, which was particularly heartbreaking.

A huge self-blame surged in Fang Jun's eyebrows, and his tiger eyes turned red in an instant.

"Senior Sister!"

"Junmei!"

After another moment, the two rushed together and hugged each other tightly. Both of them were crying, as if the sky was falling and they could no longer be separated.

As for the pursuit of Chilenghe, it has already been left behind.

...

They forgot, but some people didn't.

The Sword Master of Qingyi gave Fang Jun a little dissatisfied and began to chase Chilenghe!

Swish-

After the Qingyi Sword Lord stepped out every step, his sword danced, and sword blades storms appeared in the void, causing large void nodes to shake.

Unfortunately, his interception method was far worse than Fang Junmei's speed and was much slower. Chihe Leng repeatedly dodged and did not show any stagnation.

As he was getting closer to Zhuwang Island, the ecstasy of escaping from death had begun to appear in Chihe's cold eyes.

At this moment, there were already a large number of monks on the island, looking in his direction.

...

"Although I'm a little shameless, my brother has broken this rule first. I'll break it too. Just treat it as I'm giving you two - a gift of reunion!"

At the entrance of the auction hall, Master Feng looked at Chileng River, which was about to fall on the Prison King Island, and suddenly murmured to himself.

Swish!

After the words came to an end, it seemed as if he had calculated two breaths silently. His figure flashed suddenly and came to the edge of the Prison King Island. He rushed into the void ahead, and a sword-like attack was blasted out.

Hissing-

As millions of words, the subtle sound of tearing papers sounded, revealing an indescribable terrifying sharp smell.

Master Feng pointed out that a fan-shaped flame light burst out, tearing away the air, and it was only a little bit the size of a palm at first, but it quickly covered the sky, like a tree growing up!

Hissing-

The fingers are like branches of trees, extending and tearing the void, unimaginable speed, and there is a strong smell of vitality.

That sky was burning red in one or two breaths.

...

Swish!

After Chi He Leng stepped out, he fell into the flames. His terrified eyes shook and his body burned in an instant.

"Great Lord!"

Chihe cold begs for mercy, and he is about to step out of Tianbutong again and escape in other directions.

call!

The wind roared strangely.

The wind master on the edge of the island on this side disappeared out of thin air.

On the other side, the flames a few feet behind Chi He Leng pulled strangely, and quickly condensed into a finger, one pointing towards Chi He Leng's head!

Bang bang!

Two consecutive breaking sounds, Chihe Leng did not respond at all and was instantly hit.

The head and the protective magical powers were exposed, and blood splattered out. This extremely ambitious and talented monk died on the spot.

...

From here on, the human-shaped body behind the finger gradually condensed out, still with flames, but after it condensed intact, the light and shadow flashed for a moment, turning into a flesh and blood body.

It is Fengshi.

The strangeness is indescribable.

The Master of Swordsman who was chasing him also stopped and his eyes were shaking.

"The magical powers displayed based on the ninth-level spiritual objects..."

The Sword Lord in the Blue Clothing Murmur in his heart, and infinite desire arose in his eyes.

They are both cultivators at the level of the Supreme Human Realm, but only the three changes in the Dao Heart. Only those who have merged with ninth-level spiritual objects and possessed the best innate spiritual treasures can truly be considered the top group.

...

Tens of thousands of miles away, Fang Junmei and the others gradually calmed down from their excitement.

"What's going on with your face?"

Fang Junmei asked.

"Are you allowed to pretend to be a fool?"

Yang Xiaoman glared at him and snorted a naughty snorted.

Fang Junmei laughed loudly when she heard this, and asked again: "Then why are you alive? Xianli--"

At this point, he stopped. Yang Xiaoman had already given him a silent look. Fang Junmei immediately realized that the other party must have come here with a secret.

"This matter is a long story, let's go back first."

Yang Xiaokuan said in a voice transmission.

Fang Junmei nodded.

When they arrived here, the two of them calmed down completely.

...

Swish! Swish!

The two of them flashed and came to Feng Shi and thanked them.

"The things in his storage space can be regarded as a gift for you two. Let's see me later."

After Master Feng finished speaking, he floated away with great elegance.

The Sword Master of Qingyi left with a cold face. It was unexpected that he could help. Fang Junmei stared at his back, revealing a thoughtful look.

After taking the things from the Chihe cold storage space, the two of them went back to the inn where Fang Junmei lived. With Feng Shi obviously standing on his side, naturally no one would make things difficult for them.

...

Yang Xiaokuan was not seriously injured, and she was practicing Fang Junmei's endless Taoist scriptures. Almost when she returned to the inn, her injuries were all healed.

Yang Xiaoman took out a pill and took it. Her face was twisted strangely for a few times, and then she returned to her original appearance. Fang Junmei was even more happy to see it. It turned out that she had accepted the Disguise Pill.

The two met again after a long separation, so there was no end to say.

Of course, this long separation is better than a newlywed marriage.
Chapter completed!