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The disciples of the Cloud Pavilion were all excited, and they gave a salute to the Lingding Yuanjun with heavy respect, which was the respect of the Yuanjun of their own sect. Pinshu mobile terminal

Fu Yunyao looked up at the woman in the light purple dress, and her heart was full of respect.

Lingding Yuanjun likes purple, and still wears a lilac dress, she is different from the gorgeous purple that Qin Zifeng likes, the placket, cuffs, and skirt are all trimmed with white, and the hem is embroidered with a delicate white lotus with black line strokes, the long hair is tied into a bun and tied with a hosta, and each ear has a white pearl, simple and elegant.

It's just that the long hair is mixed with a lot of gray hair, and there are some fine lines at the corners of her eyes.

Ling Ding Yuanjun has a gentle voice and an elegant temperament, and the whole person looks like a dignified and kind elder of ordinary people.

Another woman in Tsing Yi who stayed in mid-air with long hair flying in the air was the Bingxin Yuanjun of Lingding Yuanjunkou, the only living Yuanjun at the ends of the earth.

Bingxin Yuanjun's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and Lingding Yuanjun's face was already showing an old state.

Bingxin Yuanjun calmed down, her eyes were indifferent again, and she said coldly: "I didn't expect to see Senior Sister Lingding again, it's been five hundred years!"

Bingxin Yuanjun was wearing a cyan long dress, with long sleeves flying, the long skirt was swaying, her eyebrows were picturesque, her skin was snowy, and she was as cold as frost.

Those eyes were cold, there was no trace of impurities in their eyes, and they were full of indifference that rejected people and thousands of miles away, as if they didn't want to stir up a little dust.

Lingding Yuanjun smiled faintly: "Although it is five hundred years, Senior Sister Bingxin still looks so young and beautiful, and I am already old, and my white hair can't cover it!"

Bingxin Yuanjun looked at Lingding Yuanjun with white hair, her brows furrowed slightly, and she sighed slightly.

Suddenly remembered the fierce battlefield in that year, the decisive and witty Lingding Yuanjun came into her eyes, and the two even took over the task together to become friends, in her eyes, Lingding Yuanjun was one of the few female cultivators she admired.

Both of them were outstanding people at that time, a small number of monks who broke through early and entered the Yuanjun period, they saw life and death, and today they saw each other's cultivation in the late Yuanjun period, and the cultivation at the time of the last meeting was delayed, and they were a little sad, and felt that the way of heaven was ruthless.

"Senior Sister Lingding, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, how did your mouth become sweeter?" Bingxin Yuanjun's black and white eyes reflected Lingding Yuanjun's shadow, and her brows still couldn't stretch.

"Isn't this seeing Senior Sister Bingxin!" Ling Ding Yuanjun smiled slightly, a little ridiculous.

Bingxin Yuanjun snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, no matter how sweet your mouth is, it's useless, today is different from the past, you and I don't have to greet each other anymore." ”

"Senior Sister Bingxin, you are still so direct!" Lingding Yuanjun was not angry at all because of Bingxin Yuanjun's straightforward words.

"You and I have not been able to break through so far, and we are waiting for death to consume the original spirit, rather than wasting our time, it is better to fight to the death today, so that we can leave some thoughts for these juniors. "Bingxin Yuanjun's heart is unwilling again, why can't he break through to this cultivation realm?

Lingding Yuanjun looked like this, and she said: "The temperament is still not pleasant. ”

Bingxin Yuanjun replied: "Hmph, who does this monarch need to please?"

"Oh, well, it's good that they don't bother you. Hey, Senior Sister Bingxin, you didn't notice that you had a lot of words in the past today, tsk--it's so rare to spit out so many words in one sentence!"

Bingxin Yuanjun said secretly: "At that time, because I saw you today, maybe I won't have a chance in the future, so it doesn't hurt to say a few more words today." ”

Bingxin Yuanjun still had the same face in the face of Lingding Yuanjun's ridicule, and said, "You and I have different positions after all, and there is only one battle in the end!"

"Then let's fight! I haven't moved my muscles and bones for a long time! If I don't move again, I really think I'm going to be decadent!" Ling Ding Yuanjun's heart was slightly astringent, and he still smiled.

She was somewhat sad in her heart, she didn't expect that one day she would have a life-and-death battle with her friend Bingxin Yuanjun, who used to fight side by side and chant poetry and wine.

"Don't worry, no one will be allowed to interfere in today's battle between you and me!" Bingxin Yuanjun promised, this is her respect for Lingding Yuanjun.

The two fought without interference until they were separated.

Only the living one has the power to dispose of others, and it also determines the direction of victory or defeat.

"It's just that you and I are both Yuanjun cultivators, and the power of destruction in a war is very great, why don't you go to the back mountain with me, and I can have a good fight with you, what does Senior Sister Bingxin think?" Although Lingding Yuanjun's words were discussed, they had an unquestionable tone.

"Yes to you. Bingxin Yuanjun said happily, and suddenly added evilly, "The idea that this place has not been destroyed is always my territory at the end of the world, so cherish it!"

"Hehe, although your appearance has not changed in the past few hundred years, this face has been much thicker than in previous years. Lingding Yuanjun raised his eyebrows and sneered. Lingding Yuanjun knew that this was Bingxin Yuanjun's provocation, and she didn't have to endure it and went back.

Bingxin Yuanjun looked at the disciples below and continued: "In the future, it will be accepted by the disciples of this sect, and it will be easy to repair!"

"When did the territory of my Cloud Pavilion become your end of the earth?" Lingding Yuanjun closed his eyes, and when he opened them, his eyes were already red, the kind color on his face slowly dissipated, and the state of madness and killing slowly appeared.

"Let's go-" Bingxin Yuanjun said coldly, but she took the lead in the sword, and her sleeves flew into an afterimage.

The two of them flew away from where everyone was, and it wasn't long before everyone heard a loud "boom" in the distance.

Bingxin Yuanjun's long sword turned into a green mang and slashed from the bottom, Lingding Yuanjun's fingers flicked, and his fingers saw a white light struck at the green mang, condensing the full strength of both sides.

Both of them are good at using swords, flying swords break through the air, the speed is so fast, as fast as lightning, the sword and sword qi collide together again, and the boom explodes in the sky, and the huge Xuanguang continues to appear.

Bingxin Yuanjun suddenly slashed out three palms with his left hand, and Lingding Yuanjun admittedly clapped his palms to greet him with all his might.

A powerful force caused the sound of air flow explosion, and even the heaven and earth in all directions shook together, and the energy impact made her stagger, and before she could fully stand still, she suddenly felt a sword aura behind her.

But it was Bingxin Yuanjun's long sword that slashed through a green light again, and Bingxin Yuanjun's sleeves and hair danced in the wind howling, but the emotion in her eyes was extremely cold.

Ling Ding Yuanjun's face flashed in shock, but without the slightest hesitation, the long sword flew out from behind and carried a sharp sword light, and in an instant, it bloomed with a blazing blue light.

Jin Ge resonated, and the light bloomed, forcing people to not open their eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the figures of the two staggered, Bingxin Yuanjun and Lingding Yuanjun both left a trace of blood on the corners of their mouths, and the two controlled the empty flying swords and stabbed at each other again.

When Lingding Yuanjun and Bingxin Yuanjun attacked each other, two divine thoughts vaguely flashed in the hidden void, but they did not lose any anger at all.

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