Although they only hurriedly counted the faces, they could always meet in unexpected places, as if they were destined to never leave.

The long wind blew her long hair, and even the black and gold pleated skirt was blowing, like black and gold flowers in full bloom, making her impossible to see.

Above this boneless earth, she is the only one who is alone.

Withered and cold, yet clear and beautiful.

She is Zheng Ying.

The long hair was blown away by the long wind, and then she took out a golden hairpin from her waist and coiled the scattered long hair behind her.

A pair of Yingmu with a unique charm, as if full of autumn water, fixedly looking at Jian Wushuang.

At this moment, Jian Wushuang didn't even evade that kind of gaze, but for some reason, he couldn't avoid it, so he could only look at her.

She is truly stunning, but she carries an indescribable danger.

After the two looked at each other for a while, Zheng Ying walked towards him slowly.

Jian Wushuang wanted to retreat, but found that the movement was a little unnatural.

"Go ahead, why are you here?"

She had a very unfriendly tone and questioned him.

Listening to this familiar tone, Jian Wushuang began to be a little confused, "You, are you really Zheng Ying? It's not my illusion?"

"Answer my question first." Zheng Ying's tone is beyond doubt, her stunning cheeks faintly angry.

Jian Wushuang was helpless, and finally compromised, "Well, I came here mainly because I wanted to find Diqing, and he was banished here."

Then, he told Zheng Ying about everything that happened before.

After hearing all this, Zheng Ying's sword brows frowned slightly, "Stupid, just for his own sake, just venture here alone? Do you know where this is? Don't you be afraid of dying here?"

Jian Wushuang immediately said, "I have 90% confidence that I can find the truth and leave here with him, but if I do not happen to fall here, then I can only recognize it."

"Stupid, then do you know that I am the catastrophe you are facing now?" Zheng Ying said coldly as he looked at him, and then suddenly drew a sharp soft sword from the jade belt around his waist.

The tip of the sword reached his throat.

Jian Wushuang didn't do anything, and he didn't even release Yanli. He could feel that Zheng Ying had no intention to kill, and he didn't even release Yanli.

"Are you the real Zheng Ying or the fake Zheng Ying?" He was completely puzzled and began to fall into doubt.

Zheng Ying retracted his soft sword and said coldly, "Of course I am a fake."

"..."

Jian Wushuang did not expect that she would answer so simply.

Withdrawing the soft sword, Zheng Ying continued to say coldly, "Remember every word I said, here, you don't believe in any immortal, just make a **** path, don't believe anyone who tells you anything."

Hearing this, he pondered for a moment, then asked uncertainly, "Then what you said, should I believe it?"

Zheng Ying was silent, and finally said, "Don't let me smoke you..."

After speaking these last words, she turned and left.

"Remember every word I say, it can support you to live here."

Zheng Ying's figure finally dissipated before Jian Wushuang's eyes, as if nothing had ever appeared.

But Jian Wushuang knew that she had indeed been here.

"Strange, why does she know where I am every time?"

Jian Wushuang touched his chin with some doubts.

At this point, he has determined that it is indeed Zheng Ying himself, although every time she appears, she is a little too unbelievable.

Retaining his mind, Jian Wushuang thought about what Zheng Ying had conveyed in his heart, and then decided to set off.

This white bone land under the sea of ​​blood has been extending endlessly. He guessed that if he wanted to leave here, he could only keep moving forward.

"If this is the case, then break a **** path."

Jian Wushuang's eyes became sharp at this moment, and the entire fairy body was like a real sword hidden from the front.

It seemed that as his mind turned, the deadly bone earth began to shake.

Like boiling, the broken bones began to recover.

"The breath of the supreme fairy..."

A dilapidated fairy bone lifted up the sword, it seemed to be attracted by the aura exuding from Jian Wushuang's body.

Two groups of dying black light surged in the eye sockets.

"hungry!"

It suddenly raised the broken real sword in its hand, and rushed towards it as if it went crazy.

Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly.

The next moment, an invisible sword condensed in his hand.

Facing the army of bones that gradually gathered in front of him, he released the most severe blow.

Wushuang Kendo, Xinghehuhaijianyi, the first style.

star.

An unremarkable straight cut fell, like dropping a stone in the lake.

"Boom!"

The endless trend burst completely at this moment.

Millions of sword intents have risen from the sky, each of them is the peak sword intent!

With the surge of millions of sword intent, thousands of awn pillars also exploded.

The bones of the earth quaked, as if they were torn apart.

The army of bones that was running wild, under this sword, was directly broken into powder!

One hundred thousand bones, one million sword intent!

The mountains and seas will fall, and the heavens are trembling under this sword!

Countless bones shattered into dust and returned to the earth again.

A figure, stepping on countless bones, with a million sword intent, moving forward firmly.

At the same time, in the giant palace of Tianlu, the young man standing in front of the sea of ​​blood and Bian Zi far, after seeing this shocking scene, the corner of their eyes jumped fiercely.

Especially Jian Wushuang carrying a million sword intent and easily strangling the army of bones is a scene of refreshing cognition.

After a long while, the young man took a deep breath and said, "What is the origin of this guy? How could it be Yanxian?"

Bian Ziyuan shook his head, "I don't know much about him. I'm afraid I don't know his origin without Yanxian. He is very mysterious."

"For him, this assessment will probably be completed soon."

The young man shook his head and said, "Done? I am afraid it is impossible to complete. Under this blood sea, there is still an existence comparable to an emperor."

"Do you want him to get that person's inheritance?" Bian Ziyuan looked a little solemn.

"This is not something I think he can get. No one knows what that person means. My only hope now is that he can come out alive."

The young man said, "Perhaps when he walks out, it is the time we know when we can leave here."

...

"Crack!"

The last sound of sword cutting fell, and there was no other fairy bone to stand before Jian Wufang.

These fairy bones, which have been lost for so many years, are already fragile to the extreme, and they are not climate at all.

If the ordinary Dayan Immortal entered this place, he might hate it, but Jian Wushuang is different. These immortal bones can't even cause any effective damage to him.