Liang Yan himself didn't know why he had such a close feeling towards this woman whom he had only met once, but this feeling did make him miss her a little.
He cupped his hands and said, "I haven't seen you for so many years. I didn't expect that the girl back then has now grown into a graceful beauty."
Liu Wanrou rolled her eyes at him, pretending to be a little angry and said: "You have never seen me, how do you know whether I am beautiful or not?"
After saying that, she reached out and took off her veil, only to see a gentle face. Although there was no makeup, it was like morning glow reflecting the snow. Her lips were a little red, like red makeup on the snow. Just as it says in the poem: Her eyebrows are open.
The beauty is far away from Xiu, and the green temples are thickly dyed with spring smoke.
Liang Yan looked a little stunned, but when he saw Liu Wanrou's face turning red, he woke up, coughed twice and said, "Princess Qinwan is indeed as beautiful as a fairy. Liang's eyes have been opened today."
He didn't know where his strange feeling towards Liu Wanrou came from. He could only calm down, turned to look at Qiao Wanli aside, and said lightly: "Fellow Daoist Qiao, are you okay after the battle that day?"
Qiao Wanli was about to run away at this time. After hearing Liang Yan's question, he had no choice but to stop and said with a sad face: "I'm sick! I suffered your loss that day. Old Qiao, I have never had anything good happen to me.
I finally thought about recruiting a disciple today, but I didn’t expect it to be you, the killer, pretending to be one!"
Liang Yan smiled slightly and said: "In the battle at Yuancheng that day, you and I were on different sides, so there wasn't any deep hatred. But today we meet here and we can't let you get away."
Qiao Wanli was stunned when he heard this and asked: "Why is this?"
Liang Yan didn't answer, but stretched out his hand to pat the storage bag on his waist, and a simple white token flew out from it and landed lightly in front of him.
The token was engraved with auspicious cloud patterns, and it moved with the wind, like a living thing. Qiao Wanli only took a glance at it, and he couldn't help shouting:
"Token of patrol envoy! You are actually the patrol envoy of Yungang Sect!"
Liang Yan nodded and said: "Exactly! Our Yungang Sect has issued an express decree that monks in the foundation-building period are not allowed to enter or leave the capital of Yue Kingdom at will, so as not to interfere with the mortal government. As a monk in the late-stage foundation building period, Qiao Daoyou actually ignored our sect's laws. Liang
As the new patrol envoy, I naturally want to be the first to bring you to justice!"
When Qiao Wanli saw Liang Yan reveal his identity, he couldn't believe it. He shook his head and said: "Impossible, impossible! The patrol envoys of Yungang Sect need at least a cultivation level above the Juyuan realm. You have only been practicing Taoism for how many years. Even if
Even with incredible qualifications, it is impossible to become the patrol envoy of the Yungang Sect!"
Upon seeing this, Liang Yan accepted the token and said calmly: "It's useless to talk more, it's better to see the real seal!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the fixed light sword turned into a silver rainbow and slashed straight at Qiao Wanli.
Qiao Wanli's pupils shrank, and he quickly boosted his spiritual power. The shadow of a dragon's head suddenly appeared behind him, making roaring sounds. Then he was pushed by Qiao Wanli's palms, and he rushed towards Liang Yan head-on.
This move, "Dragon Raise Its Head", was used by Qiao Wanli that day. It had once been able to resist Liang Yan and Ximen Hao, but it was not enough for the current Liang Yan.
Liang Yan's sword skills changed between his fingers, and the silver glow on the fixed light sword was like a meteor chasing the moon, and it easily pierced the phantom of the dragon's head in mid-air.
The looming dragon head roared continuously, and the golden light inside the dragon head flickered, like rivers and seas, rolling towards the silver-white brilliance.
Compared with the huge phantom of the dragon head, although the fixed light sword is as big as a star, it rushes left and right in the golden wave of the dragon head, like a hidden dragon in the sea, turning the river upside down.
Qiao Wanli's face was solemn, and he continued to use his hands to perform spells. The golden waves in the dragon's head hit the fixed light sword one after another, as if it would never end.
Liang Yan's expression remained unchanged. Although he only had a flying sword, he was able to maneuver under the overwhelming dragon power. He slashed left and right with his fixed light sword. In just a few breaths, he had already cut off the golden light of the dragon's head.
Suddenly it becomes dark and uncertain.
Qiao Wanli's face turned red, and there was a cloud of light on his head. He had obviously used all his strength, but the fixed light sword in mid-air did not lose any strength. After just a few rounds, he suddenly saw a flash of white light in mid-air, and the entire phantom of the dragon's head suddenly shattered.
Under countless pieces of golden light, a sword light fell from the sky and struck Qiao Wanli's head straight.
A look of horror flashed across Qiao Wanli's eyes, and he immediately opened his mouth, bit the tip of his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood essence on the little five-clawed golden dragon he had raised.
The golden dragon got his essence and blood, and immediately grew in power. It opened another claw in addition to its five claws, transformed into a huge dragon that reached the sky, and bit into Liang Yan's flying sword.
This golden dragon is not the phantom of the previous dragon head, but the transformation of Qiao Wanli's natal Taoism. The dragon is so powerful that as soon as it appears, it stirs up the surrounding situation!
Liang Yan's eyes narrowed slightly. He connected with the Dingguang Sword and immediately transferred his strong spiritual power into the flying sword. The Dingguang Sword drew a long rainbow in the air, like a shooting star in the day, dazzling.
boom!
The white rainbow and the golden light intersected, erupting into a dazzling halo. Liu Wanrou and Lin Xiaoyun wanted to watch again, but someone waved their sleeves to cover their eyes, and they could no longer see the fighting in the field.
"The sword light is dazzling, so don't look anymore."
A gentle voice came, and Liu Wanrou recognized that it was Liang Yan. She couldn't help but feel at ease and stood there obediently.
When the aftermath of the spells around her dissipated and no more sound was heard, Liu Wanrou boldly opened her eyes and saw Liang Yan standing in front of her with his hands behind his back, not moving at all.
Not far away, Qiao Wanli was slumped on the ground, breathing heavily. Beside him was a small five-clawed golden dragon as big as a beam, which was nailed to the ground by a silver-white long sword.
On top of a strange rock.
"Thank you. Thank you Daoist Liang. Please be merciful." Qiao Wanli breathed heavily, and it took him a long time to finish the sentence.
Although Liang Yan's flying sword nailed the golden dragon, it did not damage its roots. If he had applied a little more force, he might have completely chopped the golden dragon into pieces.
This five-clawed little golden dragon is the foundation of Qiao Wanli's Taoism. It is related to his life and is more important than the sword cultivator's natal flying sword!
The "Buddha Capturing Dragon Technique" is extremely mysterious. Qiao Wanli spent his whole life trying to raise a dragon to ascend to heaven and travel around the world from then on. It can be said that the dragon is him, and he is the dragon. If the dragon dies, all humans will be destroyed.
If Liang Yan cuts down this sword, it will destroy Qiao Wanli's Dao roots and leave him with only a body. There will be no difference between killing him and not killing him.
Qiao Wanli finally regained his breath. His face was complicated at this moment. He looked at the long sword nailed to the golden dragon, then at Liang Yan, and finally sighed and said: "Brother Liang, since you spared my life, I think it's okay."
Let him be sent.”
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