Mei Tian's sudden attack was untouchable.

Even Yan Ruyu was a little surprised.

After all, no matter how much the Meiyu Sect does not enter the stream, it is also a righteous sect. Being able to educate so many excellent disciples shows that there is some background. Therefore, Mei Tiantian's actions against juniors out of anger are really unexpected.

His speed was very fast, even faster than the previous blood knife, but he was able to catch up with the speed that Yan Ruyu showed in front of people.

Moreover, he used the field.

The power of the realm spreads out, like a beast roaring, silent, but it makes people's hearts palpitate.

"Be careful!" Even Nangong Huan couldn't stand still and wanted to come over to resist, but the Yuan Infant Stage in the Domain was not the usual Yuan Infant Stage cultivator, and there was a qualitative difference in this.

Ordinary Yuan infant monks, maybe Nangong Huan can still fight one or two, plus many Taoist weapons, maybe he can also kill people beyond the level.

But for now, apparently in parallel.

The realm of the plum sky naturally carries the common attributes of the plum rain sect. In fact, his qualifications were very ordinary, and he was able to produce a realm, which was created for him by the previous Great Elder of the Meiyu Sect at a great cost before he died.

Therefore, this field is not his real level, but after years of running-in, it can be regarded as having eight points of control.

In his eyes, such a powerful thing is enough to deal with Yan Ruyu!

Yan Ruyu frowned, she didn't like Mei Tiantian's bearing at this time. But thinking that since he can cooperate with the Demon Gate to embarrass the Sword Sect and seek skin with the tiger, how far is this person from falling into the Demon Dao?

In this case, she does not need to be polite.

She pulled out her sword, and it was still the iron sword of an extremely ordinary long sword, the end of the sword was cold and dense, almost reflecting the white transparent sword. Her eyes were suddenly sharp, and she did not retreat but advanced, and rushed towards the direction of Mei Tiantian.

Both are extremely fast, too fast to catch.

I only know that when I see them again, the battle is over.

With a thin soft sound, the sword light coldly cut through the realm of Mei Tian, tearing it apart like a cloth. Then Yan Ruyu's sword reached the center of his eyebrows, and when he was about to shoot, he only had time to turn sideways.

The sword landed on his chest, covered by his personal armor, and with a dull sound, his whole body was lifted into the air by gravity, reversed a few times, fell to the ground, and smashed out of the deep pit.

In front of the Hidden Sword Sect, there was a complete silence.

What followed was a frenzied to boiling uproar.

Yan Ruyu's performance today made their jaws drop in surprise again and again, but it was more shocking than wave, and it would never make people numb.

At the beginning, she didn't move, and she was able to defeat her opponent, confirming that her cultivation was higher than others.

Subsequently, her fickle but profound swordsmanship opened people's eyes again.

She can also form formations.

Now, she even broke through the realm of the Yuan Infant Monk with a sword and knocked Mei Tian away.

Everyone knew that Mei Tiantian didn't stay in the end, she really wanted her life, and even Nangong Huan didn't have time to stop it, but she didn't expect it to be resolved by herself, and even made Mei Tiantian lose face!

"Uncle Yan, Uncle Yan!!" A voice of excitement and honor erupted in the group of disciples.

Yan Ruyu has established a very high reputation in this battle.

Although the beauty is beautiful, the cultivation world still has to respect strength. Yan Ruyu is beautiful and picturesque, and her strength is extraordinary, such a beauty may never find a second person in the cultivation world, and it is difficult not to be convinced.

Mei Tiantian crawled out of the pit, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

He wiped the corners of his mouth hatefully, looked at Yan Ruyu with jealousy and malice, and roared: "This is impossible, how can you, a Jindan stage monk, break through the realm of the Yuan Infant Stage." I suspect you're not a human, but a demon!"

Demons have been extinct in the Lower Immortal Realm for tens of thousands of years.

Yan Ruyu listened to his speculation, shook her head and smiled, and said, "I don't know what Your Excellency thinks, what kind of demon is the little girl?"

"If something goes wrong, you're a demon, what can you be if you're not a demon!" Mei Tiantian stood up, "You're either a nine-tailed fox, or a flower demon!"

They are all monsters known for their beauty.

Everyone laughed when they heard it, and said: "The nine-tailed fox and the flower demon are both famous beautiful demons in mythological stories, but we feel that Uncle Yan is more beautiful than these two monsters, and he is not a demon at all, but a real human cultivator." ”

"This elder of the Meiyu Sect, could it be that you grew up watching mythical stories? With such leisure, why don't you cultivate more, no wonder the instability of the realm has been broken, blame others?"

"If you can't beat it, you can say that others are abnormal, is it that you Mei Tiantian is the invincible person in the world, as long as you defeat, but no one else is more powerful than you? Are you too conceited? Or is this the tradition of your second-rate sect?"

Disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect, you said it word by word, they didn't dare to kill the enemy in battle, they were good at it, their mouths were like a river, and they didn't rotten in three inches, allowing you to see the colorful world that you had never seen before.

Mei Tiantian prides himself on being a high level of self-cultivation, looking at the unconscious disciples lying on the ground, coupled with the embarrassed appearance now, and the humiliation of being covered by these heads, he was so angry that he coughed up blood again.

Yan Ruyu was also amazed that these disciples' verbal skills could make the Yuan Infant Cultivator vomit blood so angrily, and his ability was not small.

Seeing this, she didn't have the heart to look at it anymore, and sent a message to Nangong Huan: "I'll take the blood knife away, don't pay the bill when the senior brother promises." ”

Although it was a sound transmission, she still glanced at Nangong Huan.

Nangong Huan didn't feel cold on his body for no reason, Yan Ruyu's eyes looked calm, but it seemed to have an invisible blade.

Obviously, she was obediently replying in the study before, but now she has turned over to be the master, as if her status has been reversed, which makes Nangong Huan feel very uncomfortable.

Yan Ruyu just wanted him to know what to expect, but his gaze paused slightly, and fell on the young man behind Nangong Huan.

He is in a long figure, wearing a green shirt, waist-length hair sticking to the back of his head, and only using a wooden hairpin to pin the back of his head at will, indescribably simple, but revealing a casualness.

With his cultivation in the middle of the Jindan period, his pure yang body has converged freely, and he will no longer be able to feel the warmth of the sun from such a distance.

"It's not so dark now. Yan Ruyu glanced at Qingyang, and couldn't help but think of him in front of Yan's mansion back then.

Qingyang also looked over, and when he learned the news, he hurried over, but the battle had already ended.

It was just that Yan Ruyu could be seen swinging his sword lightly, breaking through the realm of the Yuan Infant Monk with one move, and his heroic posture was refreshing.

She's seen it!

His heart suddenly beat a drum, as if he had returned from the introverted and calm Jindan monk to the hairy child of many years ago, and he was a little overwhelmed.

Just like back then, because of her casual every move, he couldn't help but be happy and couldn't help being sad.

Time flies, no matter how many things he has experienced, for her, his original intention is still the same.