Ye Moyan's voice was hoarse, filled with joy, peace of mind, and ecstasy of regaining what was lost.
Ye Moyan hugged Ling Xuewei tightly with his arms, hugging her tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.
Ling Xuewei was strangled so hard that she didn't care, and even hoped that Ye Moyan would use more force.
Tears filled Ling Xuewei's cheeks at some point, and the panic, uneasiness, and panic she had experienced for many days broke out at this moment.
Her hands hugged Ye Moyan tightly, and Ling Xuewei leaned against Ye Moyan's chest, "Ye Moyan, I'm scared, I'm so scared..."
This is the first time she has expressed her emotions so clearly.
So helpless, so hasty, it made Ye Moyan's heart tighten and hurt.
"I'm late, be good, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."
But Ling Xuewei couldn't hear him and kept calling his name.
Sound after sound, it seemed that only in this way could she be sure that she was not dreaming, and it seemed that only in this way could the uneasiness and fear in her heart be driven away.
I don’t know who chased whom first, eager for them to embrace and kiss each other.
The moment their lips met, both of their bodies trembled.
The longing and worries of separation for many days finally broke out at this moment.
Thunder and fire.
The world is annihilated.
None can be stopped.
This kiss was like a violent storm.
Telling endless lovesickness in the lingering love, Ye Moyan's lips were so hot that they seemed to burn her.
Ye Moyan held Ling Xuewei's arm as tightly as a vine.
Ling Xuewei also clung to Ye Moyan, surrendering herself wholeheartedly to him, and responded eagerly.
In the darkness, two figures depend on each other.
One is tall and one is short.
So well matched, so harmonious.
It was as if they were meant to be a perfect match and were destined to be together.
But this scene was so dazzling in Di Qianjue's eyes.
The killing intent in my heart bursts out like lava!
"boom!"
The light explodes!
Ye Moyan reacted quickly, and at the critical moment, he rushed out with Ling Xuewei in his arms!
The main hall!
"Emperor!"
Yue Feng and Yue Qing arrived. At the same time, the noise here quickly alarmed the patrolling palace guards.
"Someone broke into the palace!"
"Holy Lord!"
An Yi and his men arrived and confronted Yue Feng and other night demons.
The two parties were not far apart, and no one moved first.
The atmosphere is on the verge of breaking out.
Ling Xuewei felt the tension in the air, and her hands on Ye Moyan's clothes tightened slightly.
As if sensing Ling Xuewei's uneasiness, Ye Moyan hugged her tighter, his broad cloak covering her completely without revealing anything.
Looking at this scene, Emperor Qianjue's silver eyes darkened, and there was a faint storm brewing in the depths.
Suddenly, Di Qianjue smiled, "Who do you think I am? It turns out to be Emperor Ye. You came here late at night and you are far away from us. What's the matter?"
"Di Qianjue, there is no need to talk nonsense. If you kidnapped her, you should have thought that I would come."
Ye Moyan's voice seemed to be filled with ice crystals, as cold as the abyss.
"She? Could it be that the Emperor Ye is referring to is the saintly daughter of my Buddha?"
Ye Moyan's eyes darkened, "Saint? That's ridiculous! When did she become your Buddha's saint? Her identity is known to the whole world! She was never yours."
As soon as he finished speaking, the air suddenly froze.
The two of them knew the meaning of these words.
The two men were facing each other like this, the spiritual pressure on their bodies competing with each other.
Suddenly, there was a strong wind.
It was as if the air was torn apart, invisible ripples rippled out, making the clothes of the two people flutter.
Suddenly, the two of them moved at the same time!
It's like a gust of wind, thunder and lightning.
Rush towards the opponent!
"boom--!"
The spiritual energy collided and exploded with tsunami-like power!
For a moment, the entire sky suddenly changed color!
The dark clouds are rolling and the aura is soaring into the sky!
The two men were surrounded by murderous aura, roaring and charging like enraged beasts!
It seems that he wants to put the other party to death!
"boom!"
"Bang!"
Both of them were too fast and had completely reached another untouchable realm.
In the void, afterimages were vaguely visible, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
The silver light and golden light intersected, so fast that it was dazzling.
The powerful air current stirred up dust all over the sky, forming a vortex dozens of meters long.
Both of them were merciless, as if they wanted to turn their anger and murderous intent into an explosion of spiritual energy!
Ye Moyan directly summoned the weapon - Jishuo, a dark and rich blade like the god of death, shining coldly in the light and shadow, as if eager to donate blood.
The night is cold and foresty.
There was a faint glow of blood in his pupils.
The world is filled with murderous intent.
It's like coming from another dark space, cold and dead.
"It's the Night Emperor's artifact - Jishuo!"
Looking at this scene, An Yi below took a breath and looked solemn.
There is a saying in the world: The Night Emperor in the human world will offer sacrifices to Shuo in death.
As soon as the festival was held, millions of corpses were buried.
In the beginning, Emperor Ye became famous all over the world with this sacrifice to Shuo.
More than hundreds of thousands of demons have died under this Death Scythe!
Corpses piled up in mountains and blood flowed into rivers.
The pervasive blood energy has not dissipated for seventy-seven forty-nine days.
Therefore, the battle of Ye Emperor at that time could be said to be famous in China.
The world gave him this title: Night God Blood Demon.
Tonight, it seems that things can't be better.
Because of this man, I got angry.
Di Qianjue's face was expressionless, and a strange light flashed through his silver eyes.
Suddenly, he clasped his hands together and slowly opened them.
From his palm, a snow-white silver sword appeared in the silver light.
The cherry blossom pattern, the cross hilt, and the silver tassel bead pendant swayed gently in mid-air, shining with dazzling light.
The long sword hummed in a low voice, the sound as clear as a silver bell.
He held the hilt of the sword and swung it lightly - the palace more than ten meters high was directly split into two halves!
Collapsed!
This is Di Qianjue's sword - Bai Xuezao.
The first of the ten ancient divine swords, the most powerful weapon that no monk can refuse.
It is also the only killing weapon in Middle-earth that can match the name of Ji Shuo.
At this time, everyone held their breath.
Staring into space.
Even if Ling Xuewei couldn't see it, she could still feel the powerful murderous aura in the air.
Her heart was slightly hung up, worried about Ye Moyan.
Suddenly, two people in the air moved at the same time!
Lightning strikes like meteors!
"Keng--!"
Jin Ge collided, and in an instant, a powerful air current swept through the entire Rosewood Palace!
Like a tsunami, it will be drowned!
…
"What's going on? What happened?"
"Run!"
"ah--!"
There was great chaos in the palace.
Screams, shouts, and screams resounded throughout.
Under the impact of this spiritual pressure, a large piece of the uncultivated palace servant instantly fell down. Even the guards were dizzy and felt weak.
What's more, they were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground and couldn't even stand up.
In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies are just paper tigers.
In the world of monks, there is a strict hierarchy, and the strong are respected.
The winner is justice.
…
The fierce battle in the air shook the entire capital.
Some wealthy clans and ministers were alarmed.
"What happened?"
"It seems...in the palace!"
"Who is fighting? This spiritual pressure... Oops! It's the Holy Lord!"
Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and many people were already running towards the imperial palace in the air.