Yiheng introduced Yingling without reaction, thinking that she had not heard it, and asked again: "Are you willing to kiss me?"

This time, I did not deliberately lower my voice, but a regular voice. As soon as this was said, the major rooms were immediately detonated by strong wind and exploded everywhere.

The two boys' eyes darkened, their faces were as deep as stagnant water, and their bright teeth bit their hands behind them. When they raised them, the silver-white sword light flashed, and the two boys held the silver-white soft sword in their hands.

"Don't be presumptuous!"

A green and fierce voice fell heavily, his spiritual eyes showed his murderous intent, and the sharp blade ruthlessly led to Yiheng, attacking both sides.

"Breaking the Qi Silver Blade!"

In a room on the second floor, a scream suddenly came out. Although the sound was not loud, it was clearly heard by the people in other rooms.

Everyone's eyes moved from the deacon beauty and Yihengyan to the silver soft sword in the hands of the boy on both sides.

"My God... Could this be really the legendary Breaking Silver Blade, right?"

"The Breaking Qi Silver Blade! It's really the Breaking Qi Silver Blade! I've seen it in the picture book, it's really, it's really!"

"What a mother's Qi Blade. I have been looking for the Qi Blade that I have been looking for for most of my life, but it is actually in the hands of these two boys, which is so angry that I am so angry!"

The broken Qi Silver Blade is neither a sword that cuts iron like mud, nor a sword containing great power. It can even be said that it is not as sharp as the kitchen knife at home.

However, this is something that warriors in the world cannot love and hate and exist like nightmares.

If an ordinary warrior fights, the strength of the war may take several days and nights. Sometimes, even hurting the enemy by 800 and hurting one thousand of them, before the attack can damage others' aura.

Although the silver blade of Qi-breaking is not as sharp as the sword, it can easily pierce the warrior's true qi, causing damage to the true qi, and there is no difference.

It’s like a warrior with the first level of true qi. If he has the strength, he will never be able to hurt a warrior with the ninth level of true qi in his dream, but if there is a silver blade breaking in his hand.

Even warriors with the ninth level of true qi must hide.

The Breaking Qi Silver Blade is a nightmare and dreamlike existence. It is a beautiful dream in your own hands, and it is a nightmare when you take it away.

When Yun Yue heard that the two boys held the broken Qi Silver Blades, her face turned shaking. The broken Qi Silver Blades were the same as the Nirvana Pearl, a legendary existence.

The twin guard behind Yun Yue heard the broken Qi Silver Blade, his expression went from joy to shock to panic. When he looked at his master again, his feet were almost paralyzed.

Everyone saw that the broken air blades in the hands of the two boys had already taken action, and a bloodthirsty smile rose from the corners of their mouths, and thought to themselves, "I deserve it, let you go to the forbidden area and make you rude to the beauty of the deacon."

Hundreds of gloating eyes hit Yihengyin coldly.

Yiheng glanced at the two silver blades with a cold light, and suddenly stopped breathing, and quickly leaned back, avoiding the silver blades that were attacking him with a little caution.

His figure flashed, and the silver blades in the hands of the two boys passed by coldly in front of his chest. The two of them had a pair of spiritual eyes, and at the same time, glaring at the right foot, each scattering.

"bite--"

The silver blades in the hands of the two boys turned their wrists and touched the ground lightly, and the sword wind sank into the warm jade floor.

"crack--"

The torn sound came from the warm jade, and from the position where the sword blade reached, cracks opened deeper, and instantly, spider-web-like cracks broke out on the ground.

It can be imagined that if this sword wind penetrates into the body, the degree of shattering of the aura will definitely be severely damaged to the point where it is difficult to repair.

People in all the wings were amazed and looked at the spider-web-like cracks on the ground, and everyone seemed to be blown to the polar ice field of Hailan Kingdom, shivering one after another.

Unconsciously, he surrounded himself with his hands, rubbed himself up and down, and heated himself up and down to eliminate the inexplicable chill.

When the two boys saw Yi Hengyin not only avoided their silver blades, they also asked Yingling for kisses in an orderly tone, and the flames in their spiritual eyes flashed out.

"Ping—"

The two boys thrust their feet hard on the ground, their bodies flashed, and their wings stood beside them.

"bite--"

The two of them were close together back to back, lifted their bare hands together, and the two silver blades stood parallel. The two swords collided with each other, and a jingle sounded, and the two swords seemed to have turned into a sword.

The two of them had a fierce spirit eyes, and they suddenly raised their feet together, kicked on the Nuanyu floor, jumped, and pierced straight towards Yi Hengyan's chest.

Yiheng led his light to change his light and glanced light. The sword light and sword shadows came, and his expression was as cold as before. His cool eyes were stained with a dark luster.

He raised his arms and pointed out that the wind was hard to detect with the strength of the wind.

As soon as it comes out, it means that the wind is divided into two, turning into an invisible short blade, colliding and leaving.

In the quiet attic, there was only a crisp sound that heard. The two boys suddenly retracted the silver blade, turned their wrists and faced the floor.

The silver blade pierced directly into Nuan Yu, and the invisible aftermath shocked the two of them tightly grasped the silver blade handle, bent their knees to the ground, and retreated repeatedly.

"crack--"

The floor was cut by the silver blade and shattered. When he looked down at the ground, deep gullies and cracks were drawn in the warm jade land.

When the two of them were stabilizing, they clenched their teeth and took a few breaths. Their chests began to fluctuate, and Lan Qi was slightly gasping.

"Bastard! Even the Breaking Qi Silver Blade can't do anything to this kid. Who is this kid's origin!"

"Damn it, I just silenced for him for so long, and I'm still alive. It's so annoying!"

"The younger generation is terrifying, hahaha... It's really terrifying!"

When the two boys were seen in the major rooms, they saw the dull faces of two boys, and a few admiring eyes frequently hit the dark blue figures. The discussion was mixed with anger, joy, appreciation, and fear.

Everyone has different thoughts and is difficult to be famous!

Yiheng introduced the two boys in this way, and knew that they would not take action for the time being. He sneered invisibly and then turned around.

The sharp eyes swept towards Yingling coldly, and her cool thin lips were about to open.

Yingling, who had been silent, had ripples in her water eyes, raised her beautiful and fair jade fingers, and swayed lightly in the sky in the silk sleeves of the sky.

The finger wind like the spiritual fog in the fairy mountain swayed between the jade fingers, and led someone to disperse towards Yiheng without any rushing moment.

Suddenly, Yiheng froze, stared at the weak woman like a peerless beauty in front of her in disbelief.

He was actually suppressed by the breath!

Yi Heng was shocked, and Yu Guang lowered his eyes and saw the suffocation of the volatility coming from her sleeve. It was too late to start.

He was even suppressed by his breath at the first level and fifth level? Could it be that the woman in front of him was one level higher than his energy?

Yiheng's cold forehead was in a cold sweat, and cold sweat began to overflow, along his handsome outline, flowing down the river, and an inexplicable chill filled his heart.

At this moment, his expression was as clear as that day when Qingya heard Yingling's height at the first level.

All his expressions were unwilling and humiliating!

Except for Yun Yue, no one around could see that Yiheng was suppressed by Yingling's breath at this time.

Everyone looked at the two people standing at each other but still talking, confused and very unclear.

Yingling's watery eyes rippled a little more, and the jade finger in her sleeve was half turned, and the finger wind was thick like an ethereal fairy fog.

"Cracked—!" A subtle sound of shattering sounded on Yi Hengyin's body.

His dark blue hair crown was shattered by the breath.

Yiheng was swallowed by humiliation, and was surging in his chest with the boiling blood.

Then his eyebrows slightly clumped, his eyes narrowed, and he looked coldly at the stunning beauty in front of him who made him try out unprecedented humiliation.

"Si—"

Bright red blood spilled from the corners of the cold and thin lips.

Even if he was suppressed by his strength, he was still firm in his back and never surrendered. His cold breath was filled with nobleness that emanated from his bones, and his eyebrows were still cold and arrogant.

"Ding—Ding—Ding—Ding—"

When everyone looked different, a gentle sound of footsteps sounded gently from the jade steps in front of the trading table.

Everyone's eyes instantly turned to the indifferent and white figure, and their fierce eyes turned into two, turning into two wild poisonous snakes, attacking the white and blue figures on the stage.

I wish I could swallow the two of them immediately, but another young boy came. Damn, damn, can no one cure them?

Everyone didn't know that Yi Hengyin had been controlled by Yingling at this time, and they were secretly scolding themselves, which was so funny!

"Don't come here!"

Yihengyin heard the familiar footsteps and stopped them in a deep voice.

This woman is one level higher than his vitality. If he gets close, she will be suppressed by the breath!

Yunyue's right mouth raised slightly, and her slender jade fingers gently surrounded the cold and round finger wind in her white sleeves, and walked casually to Yingling's side.

The sleeves were flowing and flowing, and they were freely passing by Yingling's body without any trace. The finger wind, which was like an ethereal fairy fog, was quietly cut off.

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