Yi Gucheng turned his eyes to look at Jianjian, his abyss-like gaze met the indifferent gaze, and invisible sparks seemed to fly everywhere.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, a gust of breeze suddenly blew by. The same black robe as hell fluttered with the wind, and the same beautiful black hair danced wildly.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and Yi Gucheng seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He opened his thin lips lightly and said, "Let's go!"

"readily."

Jianjian smiled indifferently and rushed straight up, reaching above the nine heavens in a straight line in an instant.

Yi Gucheng raised his eyes and glanced at the straight traces left by Jianjian in the air, and his body flew away like a flying swallow, heading straight for ninety thousand miles, but in an instant, Yi and Jianjian stood side by side on the top of the cloud.

All around were auspicious clouds like flying catkins in the lake. Jianjian and Yi Gucheng turned around and stood facing each other.

They... seemed to be standing at opposite ends of the world.

Jianjian lowered his head slightly, dancing wildly like ink.

He slowly raised his indifferent eyes and stared at Yi Gucheng. A cold light flashed in his eyes, but he saw that he turned into an afterimage and traced back toward Yi Gucheng. A black vortex also appeared on his right hand, and his palm fiercely moved toward Yi Gucheng.

Yi Gucheng patted his heart.

The moment the sword moved, Yi Gucheng spread his hands and retreated like a gust of wind.

Facing Jianjian's hand, he raised his lips and smiled, slowly stretched out a finger and pressed it against the black vortex in Jianjian's palm.

Jianjian's body suddenly paused, and he opened his eyes slightly.

From the moment Yi Gucheng's finger pointed at the vortex in his palm, his body seemed to be imprisoned by something, unable to move.

And the attack he originally intended to attack Yi Gucheng was now held in the whirlpool in the palm of his hand. He could not send it out at all and could only move around in his body.

"That's all you have?" Yi Gucheng looked at Jianjian and said calmly.

Jianjian narrowed his eyes slightly, and the cold light disappeared in his eyes.

He raised his head and looked at Yi Gucheng, smiling coldly, but saw a black vortex suddenly appeared in the palm of his left hand, and a black sword condensed from the black vortex.

Holding the black sword in his hand, he stabbed Yi Gucheng's shoulder with the sword.

The fingers of Yi Gucheng's left hand pressed against the vortex of the sword's right hand, and the index finger and middle finger of his right hand stretched out, gently clamping the sword that was coming towards him.

Despite this, the edge of the sword still cut off a strand of Yi Gucheng's black hair.

The two of them looked at each other, and although their eyes were different but equally belonged to the king, they met in the air. They both let go and stepped back violently.

Standing at the two ends of the cloud peak, the two people were hundreds of meters apart.

Jian Jian put away the black whirlpool between his black body and his hands, and with cold ice-like eyes, he glanced at Yi Gucheng a hundred meters away, and said: "I am not Liu Yun, nor Hua Sanqian, nor Cheng.

An Qing. Don't let me take advantage of this opportunity, otherwise... I will take her to the ends of the earth and live a life of a king."

"You don't have that chance."

Yi Gucheng looked at Jianjian with a half-smile, his whole body suspended above the clouds, as if he was walking around watching flowers, and he seemed to be enjoying the scenery and the moon in a leisurely and elegant manner.

However, the sharp light in the deepest part of those abyss-like eyes will deliver a fatal blow at the critical moment.

"It's best this way." Jianjian said coldly.

In an instant, the two figures were like lightning and gusting wind, gliding across the top of the clouds. With a gust of wind, they had already landed beside Bailu and Yi Hucheng.

The time to come and go is only one minute!
Chapter completed!