Chapter 4511 Is it 9?

In the eyes of Xiao Yan and this original god, at the center where their fists collided, a figure in a white dress slowly descended from the sky, with three thousand moving silk threads dancing behind him. Although the costume was simple, it felt full of aura. open!

"Who dares to break into my noon palace!"

The expression of the original god who had the ancient demon's hand cut off changed greatly, and his huge arms were torn apart, trying to reattach his body.

At this moment, the woman raised her fingers, cold light roared, and the next moment she saw the ancient demon's hand suddenly exploded and was cut into countless pieces of flesh.

"You are so brave!"

The original god's anger surged, and blood spurted out from the broken place. In just a short moment, a new arm was reassembled, and the broken ancient demon's hand turned into countless demonic energy and clung to it again. superior.

The movements of condensation and punching were almost synchronized, and the punch was crushed towards the woman.

call out!

The woman raised her hand. There was no weapon in it, but her fingers came together and passed in front of her.

There was a ray of cold light, and the huge fist seemed to be extremely fragile in front of the woman. The fist, which was like a chasm in the sky, was split into two, and the cold light roared up, penetrating her entire arm, and continued to rush towards her. chest.

Split this 4,000-foot giant into two!

Xiao Yan's pupils shrank suddenly at this moment, and his body instantly became the size of a hundred feet. Looking at the beautiful figure in front of him, he could conclude in just two short shots that his strength was stronger than Wanji!

And this beautiful silhouette always only left Xiao Yan with his back.

While exuding a powerful aura, there is also a strong and unrestrained style. The white dress is like a shadow, and the perfect figure seems to be even more attractive.

When he saw this beautiful figure for the first time, Xiao Yan couldn't help but think of her for a moment...a name he swore he would never forget, Cen Xianyuan.

Xiao Yan had also felt this kind of aura from Cen Xianyuan. She was like a born emperor, with the style of an empress, powerful yet elegant.

At this moment, everything in the Xuanyin True World seemed to be an extremely real dream, but when Xiao Yan recalled it, it felt like a vague dream.

"how come……"

Xiao Yan suddenly trembled all over at this moment, and his pupils shrank suddenly. He did not pay attention to the battle in the sky, Xiao Yan's eyes were red.

The beautiful figure in mid-air turned her head slightly and looked at Xiao Yan from the corner of her eye. Looking at Xiao Yan's trembling body, her red lips slowly raised.

"Sure enough, I am impressed by the hard work..."

Qianying muttered and murmured.

"How could it be... Cen Xianyuan, I am clearly engraved in my soul, why is her appearance... blurry..."

Xiao Yan was shocked and puzzled. He would never forget Cen Xianyuan, no matter what.

But just how long had passed, Xiao Yan found that when he thought of the name, although the figure was in his mind, when he recalled that peerless face, he could not see the facial features clearly.

In particular, Xiao Yan clearly remembered that face full of love facing him. He should always remember it.

"In the last hug, she looked at me, but I can't even remember the reason for her eyes."

Xiao Yan clenched his fists and his eyes were full of persistence. He tried hard to remember, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the face clearly in the figure in his memory.

"What is the problem? Is it my memory? Or is there someone who wants to tamper with the memory, or erase it..."

Xiao Yan was unaware of everything, until the beautiful figure that appeared in mid-air during the crisis reminded him of the Empress, and he finally noticed something strange.

"I'm so moved that I'm going to cry. If I cut him into pieces, wouldn't I be so moved that I cry?!" Qianying raised her hand and scratched the entire space with her fingers. Cold light roared up, four thousand feet high. The monstrous giant is now just like fish on a chopping board, fragile and vulnerable.

Whoosh! !

The whistling sound swept across, sharp and harsh, and just pulled Xiao Yan back from his memories. He didn't know why it happened, so he could only recite Cen Xianyuan's name silently. He was very afraid that one day, this name would be as thorough as her face. Vague.

Xiao Yan did not allow this, because he promised, that was his promise.

In this life, I will never forget Cen Xianyuan!

"No matter who wants to erase this memory of mine, they can't!"

Xiao Yan's killing intent suddenly spread out. At this moment, the aura on his body suddenly began to surge, and the immortal power condensed towards Xiao Yan from all directions, washing away his flesh, meridians and bones.

Powerful thoughts gathered together like crazy. At this moment, Xiao Yan really wanted to carve the name Cen Xianyuan into his soul. Even if one day he didn't even know whose name it was, he would never forget it!

At this time, Xiao Yan's rising aura gradually stabilized.

The Emperor's Immortality, Step Seven!

He has advanced to the seventh step. Xiao Yan does not think this is a coincidence, but that his powerful will is too strong.

"Yuan'er... I didn't expect that you are still helping me until now."

Xiao Yan was not happy because of the improvement in his strength. Instead, he let out a long sigh with a look of death in his eyes.

This strong idea was naturally sensed by the beautiful figure in mid-air, but at this time, the four thousand-foot original god in front of her had turned into minced meat, dyeing the entire yellow sand in front of her red.

"What's wrong with him? He should be happy. I killed Baojun, but why does he feel as if his wife is dead? It's really strange."

Qianying's beautiful eyes suddenly showed a look of confusion. At this time, Xiao Yan's eyes slowly raised, and a pair of dead eyes fell on Qianying.

"I'll take care of it along the way, no need to say thank you." Qianying raised her head, revealing her white and chiseled jaw, and her pretty face was filled with pride.

"You did it, right?" Xiao Yan's eyes gradually surged with killing intent.

"Yes, I said you don't need to thank me." The woman shrugged, not caring.

Bang!

The moment Xiao Yan stepped out with the sole of his foot, lightning flashed and his figure disappeared.

When it appeared, it was already above Qianying's head, its fists wrapped in flames and thunder, blasting directly towards Qianying.

Qianying's smile suddenly stopped. She did not fight back, but blocked Xiao Yan's fist and body with a single finger in the air.

"I said, you madman, is this how you treat your savior? Is it wrong for me to kill him?" the woman said angrily. At this time, she couldn't understand Xiao Yan at all.

"No matter how strong you are, you shouldn't touch my memory!" Xiao Yan shouted angrily, and now his anger and murderous intent were filled to the extreme. After the words fell, Xiao Yan's body collided to thousands of feet, and he pressed down again with a palm.

The woman dodged away and never made a move towards Xiao Yan.

"Hey, hey, what are you talking about? Are you Jiu? If not, don't blame me for being ruthless!"