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Chapter 92: Sword Intent like a Dragon(1/3)

 It seems to be rising, but it also seems to be falling.

The sword light is like a bright moon, rising in the rain. There are whistling sword lights in the sky, stirring the wind and clouds, stirring up the night rain, like the vast ocean of sword intent pouring out unbridled under the clear sword light.

Yaochi's unique learning.

Flying Fairy Sword from Heaven!

Under the sword light, the Silent Sword is still dazzling, but Dongcheng has become the only one in the world.

Holding the sword and flying into the air.

It is an indescribable elegance and beauty.

Like morning dew, like wind and mist, like dreams and illusions, ethereal and out of the dust.

This is a sword that is so gorgeous that it is unreal. Regardless of its sword moves, it is unparalleled in terms of style.

The world is like a misty picture covered with dust. There are immortals who have been born and banished into the world, and people and swords merge into one, breaking the picture.

A sword that cannot be polluted, a sword that cannot be desecrated!

Dongcheng's figure fell from the sky, and the sword light and sword, the person and the sword energy merged into one place in an instant.

Like a rainbow shining through the sky.

The bright moon in the sky spreads and condenses.

From top to bottom, there is only a startling light left between heaven and earth!

That was the sword intent that completely surpassed the Burning Fire Realm, and it was the only sword intent.

The man and the sword crashed to the ground.

The messy light and shadow spread all over the sky, and a large number of Dongdao elites nearby were blown away by the impact of the sword, and the entire scene became distorted and blurred.

The aftermath of the sword light gradually subsided.

Three figures rushed into the forest at extremely fast speeds.

In sight, a large number of Dongdao's elites were already staggering, and their formations were in a mess. Xu Chu, Li Baitian, Yu Qingyan, Ye Huayu, and Ning Qiancheng were all there, but at this time they all fell to the ground and fell into

After falling into a coma, Dongcheng stood there holding his sword, his exquisite body swaying slightly, facing Prince Renwu in front of him.

Prince Renwu's clothes were almost completely torn, and a large amount of blood gushed out from all over his body. He looked like a bloody man. He stared at Dongcheng in front of him, and in his eyes, besides anger, there was only fear.

and a tyranny bordering on deformity.

The extremely gorgeous sword light disappeared around him.

Dongcheng Ru's pair of beautiful big eyes also dimmed completely. She blinked hard and looked at Prince Renwu without fear: "I can't...I have..."

Her voice was very low, getting lower and lower, and finally, before she could finish her sentence, her body fell backwards.

A pair of extremely strong arms caught her from behind.

The owner of the arm moved a little stiffly and did not hold her in his arms smoothly.

Dongcheng was in a daze as he tried to open his dim but still delicate eyes.

In his sight was a young man's face, a very ordinary face, but his eyes were extremely deep and soft.

This was a face that she had never seen in person but had seen photos of countless times.

A name that I have heard countless times since I was a child. Grandpa said it, grandma said it, my father said it, and I am still saying it now. It has almost been implanted in my soul and blood.

My own...

"Li Tianlan?"

Dongcheng blinked, looked at the young man in front of him, and asked softly.

Li Tianlan nodded. He looked a little embarrassed. He just held Dongcheng in his arms to prevent her from falling. He couldn't let go, and it seemed like he couldn't do it even if he didn't let go.

"Sorry, we're late."

He said dryly.

Dongcheng shook his head and stared deeply at Li Tianlan, looking into his eyes.

He is of average height, seems to be relatively thin, has no distinctive face, and has a relatively average hairstyle. His eyes seem to be the most attractive thing, but without careful observation, it is difficult to see what is outstanding about him.

Sure enough...it's a bit ordinary.

Dongcheng Ru was thinking quietly and suddenly said: "Am I ugly now?"

When he said this, he subconsciously touched his dirty little face.

"No."

Li Tianlan was stunned for a moment. To be honest, dirty and ugly are two completely different concepts. After running away and fighting for many days, it was strange that Dongcheng Rusi could become clean, but now Dongcheng Rusi, who looks like a little cat, is not at all.

Ugly, although his body is covered with dust, his beauty under the dust is even more obvious.

"It must be so ugly. You don't even want to hug me."

Dongcheng murmured softly, stretched out his two small hands, and climbed onto Li Tianlan with a serious look on his face: "I'm very tired and want to take a rest. Please hug me."

"..."

Li Tianlan's mind was in chaos. Looking at Dongcheng Rusuo's serious and clear eyes, he subconsciously used his arms to hold Dongcheng Rusuo sideways with a little force.

This scene...

Something doesn't seem right?

Li Tianlan didn't know what kind of scene was normal, but the current scene didn't match any of his inner conjectures.

Seems weird?

He lowered his head.

Dong Chengru squinted her eyes comfortably in his arms, and looked around intentionally or unintentionally.

The scene was clearly divided, and it seemed that apart from our own people, only the enemy was left.

The doubts in Dongcheng's eyes flashed away, and then he pointed to Prince Renwu not far away and said seriously: "This man is Prince Renwu of the royal family. He wants to marry me. I told him that I have a fiancé.

You have to be more careful."

Li Tianlan raised his eyelids.

The blood all over Prince Renwu's body in sight has solidified, the wound has begun to stop bleeding, and his body seems to be covered with a thin layer of blood-colored ice.

Heat rose in the thin ice, and with a dull sound, the thin ice covering her body was instantly blown to pieces. Prince Renwu, who looked a little pale, walked out among the flying ice shards. There were still some blood stains on his broken clothes.

, but the blood has completely dried up, and his whole person has become refreshed.

Li Tianlan narrowed his eyes.

The two looked at each other.

A strong murderous intention and ridicule flashed in the prince's eyes, and there seemed to be a vague excitement. However, when he saw Dongcheng Rusu being held in his arms, all the emotions in his eyes suddenly turned into murderous intent.

.

Li Tianlan twitched the corner of his mouth, and his figure moved and appeared beside the Duke.

"How about it?"

He asked in a short tone.

He was asking about Ning Qiancheng's injuries. Although he felt that they were all in ordinary coma, personal inspection was obviously more effective than perception.

"no problem."

The Duke's tone was filled with doubts and confusion: "They all just fainted, um..."

He hesitated and pointed at Ning Qiancheng: "There is something wrong with him. His injuries... seem to be serious, but his vital signs are very stable. I don't know how to say that his injuries are real."

Yes, but now it looks like a minor injury..."

Li Tianlan breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "It's okay."

The Duke's face was still full of doubts. He looked at Dongcheng and suddenly said: "Miss Dongcheng, was it you who used that sword just now?"

Dongcheng huddled in Li Tianlan's arms and nodded.

"But that is the sword intent that belongs to the invincible realm!"

The Duke looked serious.

Li Tianlan's heart moved slightly, and he looked down at Dongcheng.

"It is the silent sword intention."

Dongcheng said softly.

Sword of Silence.

The Duke's face was a little stunned, but at the same time he was also a little confused. His eyes subconsciously fell on the ancient sword in Dongcheng Rushi's hand.

The scabbard of the ancient sword was full of cracks, and it seemed that it would break apart at any time to expose the sword. However, the scabbard full of cracks did not break, as if it was tightly glued together.

The Duke was a little puzzled, but he also knew that it was not the right time to ask any more questions. He shook his head and hesitated to speak.
To be continued...
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