Seeing that he couldn't say that Jiang Chan couldn't move, Ming Wei didn't say anything more. He nodded: "You go to the Cloud Mist Sect alone, we are not at ease after all, this time I will accompany you with Senior Brother Mingfeng, Senior Brother Mingzhi and Senior Sister Mingyu." ”

Jiang Chan knew in her heart that this was for her uncles to support her. With the head of the Sword Sect pressing the formation, he didn't dare to play any ghost thoughts when he wanted to come to the Cloud Mist Sect.

"Thank you, Master, and all of you. Bowing to everyone, Jiang Chan suppressed his heart and was deeply grateful. Over the years, the masters of the Sword Sect have indeed protected her a lot.

Obviously, this was a grudge between her and Yun Xuanlin, but the Sword Sect took this matter down, protected her, and stood up for her. Even if she is already an ancestor in the god transformation stage, the teachers still think that she is a little doll and needs to be taken care of.

To be honest, Jiang Chan still enjoys this kind of care. It is always a kind of happiness to be cared for, she will not feel that she doesn't need these because she is strong, people always have emotional appeals.

Three days later, Jiang Chan, Mingfeng, Mingwei, Mingzhi and Mingyu arrived at the Cloud Mist Sect. He had already passed Qi with the Cloud Mist Sect beforehand, so the Cloud Mist Sect had been particularly lively in the past few days.

In addition to the disciples of the main sect of the Cloud Mist Sect, there are also monks from other sects, such as the Ghost King Sect, the Imperial Beast Sect, the Bishui Palace, the Dan Sect, and so on. There are not many fighting methods between the ancestors of the Transformation Stage, not to mention that this is still a battle of life and death.

Looking at the four ancestors who came with Jiang Chan, everyone gasped. Even the head of the family came forward in person, and four ancestors of the refining period came in a row, and it was very meaningful to come to support Jiang Chan.

The battle between Jiang Chan and Yun Xuanlin can be described as dark, because it is a life-and-death decisive battle, no one on either side has left their hands, and it is the strongest attack when they come up. The monks who watched were dazzled and amazed.

"She is not yet 100 years old, she is already in the stage of incarnation, and many people may not be able to break through a big realm in a hundred years. ”

"The combat power is too strong, no wonder it is said that the sword cultivation is the strongest in the same rank. ”

Although she is a sword cultivator, she has a deep understanding of the Dao, and it seems that every move and style carries the Dao intent. ”

Everyone turned their heads to each other, and Yun Linghai stood behind Father Yun with a nervous expression. Emotionally, he naturally didn't want his grandfather to lose, because losing meant that Yun Xuanlin would give up his life to others.

Intellectually, he knew that Yun Xuanlin had done something wrong, and he would naturally have to pay the price for doing something wrong, and Du Xinyi was not at fault for doing so. This kind of intellectual and emotional torture has made him suffer for many years.

The fluctuation in the hearts of the two of them is also very large, and they have been standing still in the infancy stage all these years. Although it was a dispute between Yun Xuanlin and Du Xinyi, they were not entangled in this matter in their hearts.

Perhaps only when the grievances between Yun Xuanlin and Du Xinyi are settled, will they go further in their cultivation.

High in the air, Jiang Chan's fingers moved slightly, and Xuanli suddenly turned into tens of thousands of small swords, and the tips of each small sword brought up Dao starlight, as if a meteor crossed the sky, bringing bursts of light and rain, and shrouded Yun Xuanlin's body in a dense and unventilated manner.

The battle between her and Yun Xuanlin has reached a white-hot stage, which can be said to be Jiang Chan's strongest killing move. Now that she and Yun Xuanlin have been listed, it depends on who can hold on to the end.

"It's too strong! If this trick is released, even in the later stage of the transformation of the gods, it can't stand it, right?"

Several ancestors of the Cloud Mist Sect glanced at each other, shook their heads with a wry smile, in less than a hundred years, this Heavenly Pride Daughter of the Sword Sect had come to such a point, and she was already capable of threatening them.

Just thinking about this, the situation in the field suddenly changed, and Yun Xuanlin's body slammed heavily on the ground of the square, and the white jade-like field smashed out a deep pit.

Everyone gasped, at this time, Yun Xuanlin's body was bleeding from top to bottom, there seemed to be countless wounds on his body, and in an instant, a large pool of blood appeared under his body.

Jiang Chan stood beside Yun Xuanlin with the Xuanli Sword, and the last move almost exhausted all her cultivation, and she barely stood by relying on the Xuanli Sword.

"Cough ......" coughed lightly, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of Jiang Cicada's mouth, this was the most serious injury she had ever suffered in so many years.

"The ...... I regret the most That's why didn't you have a palm in the first place...... Kill you......" Yun Xuanlin intermittently: "Raise ...... Tiger...... For the sake of trouble, after all...... After all, it will affect itself. ”

Jiang Chan sneered: "So far, you still don't feel that you have done anything wrong." ”

Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, Jiang Chan reluctantly stood up straight: "What am I telling you to do with this?" You will never understand that in this world, you can not be proud of everyone because you are strong, whether it is a monk or a mortal, in the end, what cannot escape is the bottom line of being a human being. ”

"You don't even have a bottom line for being a human being. After saying these few words, Jiang Chan's strength also recovered a little.

She stored spiritual power in her right hand and slapped it mercilessly on Yun Xuanlin's dantian. Yun Xuanlin twitched, his eyes widening. He would rather die now than be a mortal.

Jiang Chan said coldly: "Don't you value your cultivation and strength the most? For people like you, I can't wait to kill you with one palm, but that's too cheap for you, maybe after depriving you of your strong strength, you will see that you are no different from mortals." Without great power, it will be more painful for you to live. ”

"I can't see that this Xinyi Ancestor's heart is really ruthless. ”

"Isn't it? It's many times more painful to live like this than to die, especially after he has so much strength. ”

"Alas, it's all karma, Yun Xuanlin is self-inflicted. If you want me to say, if anyone kills my parents, I will slaughter them all over the house. ”

"This Xinyi Ancestor can be regarded as reasonable, but it doesn't hurt his family, not everyone does it. ”

Seeing that Yun Xuanlin was carried down by the disciples of the Cloud Mist Sect, Jiang Chan looked at Yun's father's family: "From now on, the grudge between me and Yun Xuanlin will be written off. ”

Father Yun gritted his teeth and didn't say anything, could it be that he wanted him to say thank you to the other party's subordinates for showing mercy? With his father's current appearance, it can be said that life is better than death.

But the other party left him alive after all, don't forget that it was Yun Xuanlin who killed other people's parents first.

Returning to Mingfeng's side and sitting down, Jiang Chan spit out a mouthful of blood. She had been suppressing her internal injuries just now, but now that she was back with the division commander, she was completely relaxed.

Mingfeng looked at her and threw over a small jade bottle.

"This is given to you by Xiao Yezi, I didn't expect it to really come in handy. ”

Jiang Cicada took it, and it turned out to be the spiritual liquid of the six-leaf golden ginseng. She is not hypocritical, as soon as the spiritual liquid enters her mouth, it brings bursts of warm currents, containing her injured meridians.