Nangong Feihong retreated again and waved his left hand behind him. A wave like the sea breeze came out and turned into a blurry figure. This figure was about a hundred feet tall, wearing purple armor all over and holding a trident in his hand.
In an instant, the phantom's eyes suddenly flashed, and it waved its trident and headed straight for the blood sword and Nangong Yueyao behind it!
The blood sword was so sharp. The light of the blood sword was shining. Nangong Yueyao felt the roar of the wind caused by the blood sword rushing towards her. She was at a loss for a moment and felt a wave of fear in her heart.
This sudden change caused Nangong Yueyao's complexion to change suddenly. He had no time to dodge. In the moment of crisis, Nangong Yueyao roared and waved his hands suddenly. Scale-like shields immediately appeared on his body. These scale-like shields appeared on his body.
The shield was all purple, and the strange purple light spread all over the body in the blink of an eye.
With a bang, five nails struck the shield. The shield shattered into pieces with violent vibrations. At the same time, the blood sword rushed towards Nangong Yueyao.
Nangong Yueyao regained consciousness and just smiled coldly. With a grab and a twist, the bloody sword turned into scarlet fragments.
Nangong Feihong gritted her teeth secretly, but she had to admit defeat. She could only sigh reluctantly: "Miss Huang is a genius, Nangong Feihong can't compare to her."
Nangong Yueyao smiled slightly, feeling that she had relieved herself today.
After all, there are still many days to come, so he smiled and said: "Fei Hong's skills are also pretty good. That's it for today. Fei Hong Chuan can go back to rest. Yue Yao will go back to her room..."
As he said this, Nangong Yueyao turned around and walked towards Huai Yi, who was snickering at the side. Huai Yi hurriedly handed over a towel and wiped Nangong Yueyao's sweat, but he still couldn't hold back the smile on his face.
Nangong Yueyao rolled her eyes slightly, but also smiled and said nothing.
Nangong Feihong gritted his teeth, but he knew there was nothing he could do, so he saluted and said, "Nangong Feihong takes leave." Then he turned around and walked away.
Nangong Yueyao curled her lips and returned to the room in a good mood.
In the middle of the night, Nangong Yueyao felt restless and uneasy. She couldn't help but think of all the things in this life in the human world, Nangong Qing, Lin Huayan, Nangong Wenchu, Lin Yinfeng and Di Xiutian.
Especially the longing for Feng Muran tortured her to the point of going crazy. So Nangong Yueyao no longer forced herself to sleep, got up, put on her clothes, and walked out.
When they got outside, they found Murong Xia Mo drinking on the stone bench, so Nangong Yueyao walked over and sat down. Without asking why, she just picked up the wine bottle and said, "Xia Mo, if you don't mind if I take a sip too..."
After saying that, without waiting for Murong Xiamo to react, he poured the wine into his mouth. The spicy wine burned his stomach, but his heart felt much cooler.
"Nangong Yueyao, what state are you in now?" Murong Xiamo took a sip of wine.
"Return to the void." Nangong Yueyao drank glass after glass, still not drunk.
"Return to the void." Murong Xiamo muttered softly, "Not bad."
"Where? Xia Mo, you have mastered the mysteries." Nangong Yueyao suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little dull. It was probably because they both had their own things to think about. That's why it was like this.
"The road of spiritual practice is really not easy." Murong Xiamo did not say "where, where" politely, but said with emotion.
"I'm very curious, Xia Mo, how did you return to the void in six years? Returning to the void in six years is unique." Nangong Yueyao said.