The man obviously didn't expect to meet such a person. Although he couldn't see her expression clearly in the clouds and mist, he didn't want to give in a little while looking at the sword.

In the moment of lightning, Xiao Hui, the sword soul, collided violently in the miasma, and rumbling loudly. With these two magic weapons as the center, the miasma rolled and faintly became a huge vortex again.

Although they are separated by miasma, relying solely on each other's spiritual sense, on the one hand, they must beware of the other's attacks, and on the other hand, they must also resist the toxic miasma around them. In such a dangerous place, it is obvious that the sooner the battle ends, the better!

The surrounding cyclone was violently turbulent, and countless small miasma vortexes were generated, but Zhu Yuanlong's eyes were staring at the front. After the thick miasma, blue light appeared, and he could even feel the man's murderous gaze.

Suddenly, a clear roar was heard, and the blue sword light broke through the air, instantly piercing through the clouds, forming a huge pillar of light. When he was slashing down, Zhu Yuanlong did not dodge any way, flew up straight, and rushed into the blue light, and rushed straight to the man.

The man in the clouds shouted angrily, and the blue light was flourishing. In an instant, all the brilliance was retracted from the clouds. After a moment, he solidified into a sky-blue fairy sword with great brilliance, and rushed over unstoppablely. Almost at the same time, the sword soul rose a little gray red light, and instantly forced the miasma around him back and met him.

The life and death strike is at this moment!

The man held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and Zhu Yuanlong held the sword soul Xiaohui tightly and hedged towards him.

Two sharp lights instantly dispersed the surrounding miasma!

It seemed as if I held my breath and waited for the moment when life and death were determined...

White hands holding the hilt of the sword

The clothes blown by the wind flies; she is like a fairy in the sky, her peerless face appears at the other end when the clouds clear and the fog disappears.

"Yaqin" Zhu Yuanlong couldn't help but be shocked. The person in front of him looked exactly the same as Li Yaqin.

Gaze at each other,

Even if there is only a moment.

Suddenly, the whole world seemed to suddenly stop, and the gray miasma was forced to retreat, and the figure of the man slowly appeared.

"Who are you?" The young girl in front of her hand drew a blue light and shot it towards Zhu Yuanlong's chest.

Faster than this lightning, the sword soul Xiao Hui suddenly turned slightly and let it go. Zhu Yuanlong suddenly opened his chest.

"Dangerous" the little mink on his shoulder screamed.

The blue light was like stars, gushing in! But I never felt pain. The blue light cut a trauma on his body, and the blood stained his chest red.

"What a strange person." The girl seemed to not understand why Zhu Yuanlong suddenly felt like he lost his soul.

The moment he passed by, he still looked deeply.

In the deep eyes of that beautiful woman, she searched for the memory she thought about day and night...

They each flew out in different directions and separated from each other!

In the air and on the lapels, is there a faint fragrance of her?

The sky suddenly lit up, and Zhu Yuanlong came to his senses and saw an endless dense forest under his feet, and he was falling down. The sky was low and the dark clouds were flowing. At some point, it had already broken through the thick and incredible miasma and finally reached the extremely dangerous inner marsh.

He stabilized his body in mid-air and slowly fell down. He suddenly turned his head and saw that the huge and immense wall of miasma still stood there as if it had not changed since eternity, not to mention where the woman would be now? Is she really Yaqin?

The wind blowing from somewhere, passing through the world, felt a faint desolate smell.

The sky seemed to be getting darker again.

"Boom!"

A thunder sounded in the dark clouds, and the raindrops as big as beans fell down one after another, wetting the whole world. It was gray. Zhu Yuanlong stood on the top of a big tree and looked around.

Behind me is still that huge wall of miasma. In fact, if it is common, once the miasma in ordinary mountains encounters rain, it will often calm down. However, the poisonous miasma in the dead lake seems to be not afraid of rain at all, and it is still majestic and unmoving without the wind and rain.

Zhu Yuanlong slowly turned his head and looked forward, but he saw that there was a dense forest growing unexpectedly in this inner vein. At first glance, he saw that the forest was spreading infinitely in the bitter wind and rain. I wonder how far it was? Moreover, the rain was quite heavy. Although the vision was much clearer than in the miasma just now, he still couldn't see too far.

At this time, the rain was getting heavier and the thunder continued. Zhu Yuanlong let the rain fall, and the little mink sits on Zhu Yuanlong's shoulders, and his hair gradually becomes wet, but he doesn't seem to care much.

"Little Diao, did you recognize her just now?" Zhu Yuanlong suddenly said softly.

"Boss, that girl looks exactly the same as her sister-in-law, but I feel a little strange." Xiao Diao said.

"Strange?" Zhu Yuanlong asked.

"That woman has a completely different aura from her sister-in-law," said Xiao Diao. Zhu Yuanlong fell into confusion and looked even more desolate in the drops of rain. Isn't it really not her?

"Boom!"

A thunder sounded in the sky.

I slowly looked up at the sky, and the raindrops were everywhere, like swords, turning into thousands, pouring down...

Zhu Yuanlong knelt on one leg in the filthy soil soaked in the rain. He held the sword soul Xiaohui tightly in his right hand, his whole body trembling, his eyes flashed with fierce light, but his face was full of pain.

After a while, Zhu Yuanlong slowly stood up and opened his mouth. Only then did he realize that his voice was hoarse: "Little Diao, let's go!"

Zhu Yuanlong took a deep breath, took a step, and walked towards the depths of the forest ahead.

In the inner swamp of death swamp shrouded by rain, except for the sound of wind and rain, there seemed to be nothing in the world. The ancient and dense forest was silent, with rain hitting branches and leaves and water droplets falling.

Another thunder sounded in the sky!

The rain fell for half an hour and it still didn't stop.
Chapter completed!