War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

However, when Duan Lingtian looked forward to watching the Fengtian dance, the difference became steep!

Hey!

Fengtian danced, but a sword stabbed him, extremely sudden, going to the momentum-

At this moment, the flame that permeates her, as if it is filled with the cold and the scent of the air, makes the section of Ling Tian a cold.

The speed of Fengtian dance is not fast in Duan Lingtian’s eyes.

But he didn't mean to escape.

He stood there quietly, a pair of scorpions glowing with tenderness, staring at the Fengtian dance that had not come from a sword against him.

At this moment, the world in his eyes seems to be only the fire red shadow that is getting closer and closer.

Even if Shadow Shadow turns into a red behemoth, to swallow him, his face and gaze remain unchanged, as the past shows the gentleness of the water.

Hey!

The face seems to be covered with a layer of frosty Fengtian dance. A sword plucks and points to the heart of Duan Lingtian, as if to kill Duan Lingtian.

Just, her speed, but after the discovery of Duan Lingtian did not move, slowed down.

However, she is too close to Duan Lingtian.

Even if the action is slow, the sword in hand is already not far from the chest of the section.

"He... Why don't you avoid it?"

"Why do I have a heartache when I send a sword to him?"

......

It’s like a flame, and it’s just a moment to the Feng Tian dance in front of Duan Ling’s body.

At the same time, she only felt that she was flustered.

Ray Light Flash, her gaze just hit the sword that is close to the heart of Duan Lingtian, then hurriedly removed the sword and wanted to take it back.

Unfortunately, she is still slow.

The powerful 'inertia' took her forward and sent the sword in her hand to the chest of the purple youth.

Hey!

The blood was splashed and splashed on her body and splashed on her hand.

Looking at the blood in her hand, she felt her heart hurt.

"Pain!"

She loosened her sword, grabbed her chest, and lost her face as if she had lost something between the moments.

Helpless, panic, let her breath almost stop.

"I... Why do you feel bad?"

"Do I really know him? His eyes, why is it so gentle... What is my relationship with him?"

"Why don't he avoid it? Why?"

......

Fengtian dance is a beautiful and pretty face, with his head down, muttering to himself, and some are lost.

Hey! !

Until a loud bang came, let her return to God.

"Young Master!"

After hitting the door, I saw the scene in front of me, and the whole face of the bear changed greatly. He hurriedly flew in and immediately came to the crumbling purple figure.

Call!

Before raising his hand, Xiong Quan pulled out the red soft sword of the purple youth chest and threw it on the ground. At the same time, he helped him stop the blood.

"Fortunately... fortunately..."

The place where the sword was inserted deviated from the heart. After the purple youth in front of him was not in danger, the bear was relieved.

"Cough!"

Always looked at the Fengtian dance, it seems to have lost the soul. Even the sword of Fengtian dance inserted into his chest without any sense of Duan Lingtian. After Xiong Quan pulled out the sword, he finally got a movement.

He coughed, and a **** spurt out, blood stained a place, like a glaring red rose.

"Young Master? Who hurts you?"

The bear's face is heavy and his eyes are dry.

At this moment, he seems to have completely forgotten that Duan Lingtian’s strength is stronger than him. Even the person who can hurt Ling Tian is not the reality he can cope with.

Soon, Xiong Quan got the answer.

This answer makes him stay alive.

"You... why not hide?"

A voice that does not contain any feelings came, causing the bear to turn his eyes and fall on the red woman not far away.

"Day... Miss Heaven Dance, you... are you awake?!"

The bear is full of big eyes, and the face is incredible.

"Young Master...you...you helped Miss Tian Dance find 'Solid Roots' and 'Ding Soul'? This Lujia is really good, even the young masters are very rare in your mouth. There are all natural treasures."

Xiao Quan soon seemed to have guessed something and smiled on his face.

Just, his smile soon solidified.

Because he found the blood on the Fengtian dance, this made him unable to change his face. "Heaven... Miss Tian Dance, is you... is your stabbed young master?"

If you change to another person, even if he knows it is not good, he will die to avenge his young master.

But now this person is a Fengtian dance, a woman of his young master, the future grandmother.

Although he is angry, he can't do anything.

"Why do you want to hide? You...do you really kill me?"

In the face of Feng Tianwu’s inquiry, Duan Lingtian, who was pale because of excessive blood loss, asked in a loud voice.

Feng Tianwu heard the words and was silent for a while.

Looking at the pale face of the man in front of her eyes, her heart was not so tingling, it was like the heart was split into two halves.

Even she doesn't know why.

"Is it... I really knew him before? But I can't think of anything?"

No matter how the Fengtian dance racks its brains, you can't recall anything about the man in front of you.

The man can be hurt, but it really makes her feel uncomfortable.

This made her have to believe that this man has a lot to do with his former self.

The hostility of Feng Tianwu to Duan Lingtian, at this moment, disappeared.

After perceiving this, Duan Lingtian sighed with a heartfelt smile on his lips.

He knows that he just didn't hide right.

At least, the psychological defense of Tianwu after temporary amnesia has been broken by him. This is the beginning of success. Now, the day dance after amnesia no longer excludes him.

After a while, maybe he can accept him completely.

And if he just shunned, it will surely usher in a more insane attack of Fengtian Dance after amnesia, and Fengtian Dance will not reject him as it is now.

"Young Master...you and Miss Tian Dance, which is the play?"

The bears standing on the side, seeing that Ling Tian was injured and still laughing, suddenly some of the two monks could not figure out.

"Xiongquan, I only found the 'Solid Roots' in Lujia, I didn't find the 'Dinger Grass'... After the liquid dance, the soul of the soul was refining, but it seemed to have lost. Past memories of me."

Dong Lingtian explained to Xiong Quan simply.

"Lost memory? It turns out to be."

When I heard Duan Lingtian’s words, Xiong Quan only felt that he was listening to the ‘Arabian Nights’. Until then, he only came back to God and suddenly realized.

This way, I can explain the Miss Tian Dance who was fascinated by his young master. Why did he hurt his young master?

It turned out that Miss Tian Dance lost her memory.

"Young Master, what do you do now?"

Xiong Quan asked.

"As long as I find the 'Dinger Grass', and then refine the liquid to the heavenly dance, her wounded soul can be completely healed... By that time, she can naturally remember everything in the past."

Section Ling Tian said.

"That's fine."

Xiong nodded and let out a sigh of relief. He was really worried that Miss Dance couldn’t recover, and then gave his young master two swords.

The conversation between Duan Lingtian and Xiong Quan, fell into the ears of Feng Tian Dance.

"I...why am I lost?"

Feng Tianwu looked at Duan Lingtian and asked.

Now, her face is still covered with a layer of frost, but it does not like the previous paragraph Ling Tian, ​​which can be seen from her initiative to speak with Duan Lingtian.

After hearing the inquiry of Fengtian Dance, Duan Lingtian couldn’t help but recall the past.

For him, it is undoubtedly a painful past.

However, in the face of the amnesia dance, he still said everything.

The main thing is that at the beginning of the Fengtian dance for him, how to forcefully promote the ‘fire of the righteousness’, and even let the body’s ‘flame body’s power collapse.

Of course, he also said that after he was demonized, he suppressed the violent ‘the body of the fire spirit’ in the Fengtian dance, but it still caused her soul to be hit hard.

Next, I said what happened later.

"It turns out to be like this... In the past, I can do everything for you, even my own life?"

Feng Tianwu muttered to himself.

Although, Feng Tianwu knows the past from Duan Lingtiankou, but she is amnesia after all, listening to Duan Lingtian telling the past, more like listening to the story, it is impossible to be close to Duan Lingtian as before.

However, although she became 'indifferent' than before, she still accepted Duan Lingtian and no longer excluded Duan Lingtian.

This point makes Duan Lingtian very satisfied.

At least, he doesn't have to worry about the sky dance and then move his sword to him.

"Now, just wait to find the 'definite soul grass', let the sky dance restore memory... The day dance without restoring memory, even if you know the past, you can't change the previous one."

Dong Lingtian secretly.

The current Fengtian dance, cold and frosty, is completely different from the previous one.

Besides him, when I face anyone, I have a cold face, just like how much someone owes her money.

In this regard, Duan Lingtian feels helpless and tries to change her, but finally finds that there is no change.

Finally, Duan Lingtian has no choice but to let her go.

Lujiafu, a residence in the east.

Call!

A swift figure, like a goshawk, plunges into the air and falls steadily in the backyard of the mansion.

In the backyard pavilion, a gray-haired young man sits at the stone table and holds a ‘wooden sword’ in his hand. His face is dark and he doesn’t know what he is thinking.

"Young master, are you thinking about young master?"

The person who came is an old man. After entering the pavilion, he saw the ‘wooden sword’ in the hands of the gray-shirt youth.

"Off the old, can you still remember this wooden sword?"

The gray-haired youth turned the wooden sword in his hand and asked.

"Remember."

The old man nodded and immediately sighed. "This is the young master's fifth birthday, the young master you personally made for him.... When the young master received this birthday present, he was very happy. "

"Yeah... this blink of an eye, thirty years have passed."

The grey youth nodded.