"Together?" everyone looked at her in astonishment.

Mei Tiantian also brought a lot of people behind him, not just five, and after careful calculation, there were ten more people who could fight. Although the cultivation is uneven, from the early stage of Jindan to the late stage of Jindan, all of them should have their own specialties.

Being besieged by ten people like this, is she joking?

Nangong Huan was about to dismiss her, but Mei Tiantian was faster this time, and responded, "Since Daoyou is so confident in his own strength, then it's decided!"

"No!" Nangong Huan refused.

Besieged by ten such people, Nangong Huan didn't guarantee that he would be able to get out of the way, he was a late-stage Jindan monk who could break through the Yuan Infant Stage as long as he retreated, and he didn't have such a confidence to challenge, where did Yan Ruyu get the confidence.

After fighting for so long, isn't she tired?

In this case, Mei Tiantian will not be polite, he laughed shamelessly a few times, and said: "The disciples have spoken, Nangong Daoyou should not obstruct it, now I have rarely seen such a brave monk as Yan Daoyou in the righteous path, you love the disciples like this, the starting point is good, but over time, I am afraid that you will develop the character of shrinking your head and shrinking your brain." Disciple of the noble sect, cough, cough, this ......"

Nangong Huan's face sank immediately, but the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect before were too uncompetitive, and they were simply ugly, so they fell into the truth.

"What a bunch of rubbish. He thought to himself, and was about to say something more, but was interrupted by Yan Ruyu's voice.

"Senior Brother Nangong, the disciple's time is very precious, and when will they come one by one. Besides, I want to get my hands on this bloody knife, so you have a better way?"

Nangong Huan was directly choked to death by her words, didn't this girl know that he was thinking about her?

It's really kind to donkey liver and lungs on the spot, and when he is disabled, don't blame him for not reminding him!

"Nangong Daoyou has nothing else to say. Mei Tiantian was about to jump up happily at this time, he liked an arrogant opponent like Yan Ruyu the most, this siege, their Meiyu Sect had won!

Nangong Huan glanced at him and instructed the disciples: "All step back, the sect is not responsible for treating the injured!"

The battle of more than a dozen Jindan period monks was too wide. When the disciples heard that they might be injured, they ran away very smartly, anyway, they could see Uncle Yan's heroic posture from a distance by putting their spiritual power on their eyes.

Before it started, Yan Ruyu was surrounded by a group of people.

According to common sense, she should stand opposite her, which is a violation of the rules.

But for her, no matter what they do, it won't be useful.

"As a sign of respect for you, this time I use a sword. She smiled and raised her hand slightly, and a sword appeared in her hand.

This is just an ordinary sword, not even a magic weapon, only a beginner disciple can use the Han Fan sword.

Her arrogance and arrogance have been manifested for a while, Rao is like this, being treated like this, and the disciples of the Meiyu Sect can't help but feel angry.

What made them almost go berserk was that Yan Ruyu's words next, "Let's shoot, it's best to shoot together, otherwise you won't have a chance." ”

Her tone was airy, as if she were describing the facts. The sword in her hand gradually became thin ice, and a white mist swirled around her, making her look more and more icy and jade.

"Move!" Everyone in the Meiyu Sect glanced at each other, and a swarm of flocks flocked to Yan Ruyu.

Attacking from all directions, it was estimated that the Yuan Infant Monk could not retreat with his whole body, and Yan Ruyu's eyes were more interested. Gently moved the sword, spun in a circle, and the arc light that seemed to be spiritual power and ice qi swung out like a circle.

"It's ......"

The eyes of the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect widened, and their originally reverent gaze suddenly retracted, and they were replaced by an infatuation with swordsmanship.

The sword light is like autumn water, both gentle and cold, beautiful and sad, after all, this is one of the high-level swordsmanship of the Tibetan Sword Sect, the Qiuhong Sword Technique.

Qiu Hong's swordsmanship has long been lost, but there are still sword moves left on the sword wall, but the mental method is no longer there, and future generations will not be able to cultivate. Although Qiu Hong's swordsmanship is beautiful, if there is no corresponding mental method to echo, it is just a flower shell, so not many people cultivate.

But its sword moves are so beautiful that they can be remembered at a glance, but all the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect will go to the sword wall to pay respects, so everyone knows this lost sword technique.

Now it has reappeared in Yan Ruyu's hands.

The disciples of the Meiyu Sect reacted quickly, and after blocking the sword light, they flocked to Yan Ruyu again.

But Yan Ruyu is not playing with them, just waiting for others to make a move.

Her figure weaves through the crowd, her steps casual, as if she were walking in the back garden. However, the scary thing is that although her footwork can be clearly seen, it is not faster than her speed.

You know that her sword is going to cut through your arm, and you can even see it so clearly that you think you can block it, but the sword leaves a wound on your body one step ahead of you.

"Ah, this, this is the Master's Sword!"

There is a legend about the origin of the master's sword, when the sword god imparted the knowledge of his disciples, some students did not listen to the lectures with humility and made small movements in the hall, and they would be whipped with wooden sticks by the sword god who was the master.

And just like Yan Ruyu showed at this time, that is, you know that the master's wooden stick is coming to you, you see it, but you can't dodge it.

Hide, it is not virtuous, and he is pressed by the name of filial piety, who dares to dodge, can only be obediently trained.

Of course, this is just a legend after all, the actual master's sword has also appeared in the Tibetan Sword Sect, and it is the same as Qiu Hong's swordsmanship, and then disappeared without a trace.

The people of the Meiyu Sect seemed to be stunned for a moment, and when they came back to their senses, they were all injured with bags and injuries.

There was a burst of cracking sounds, and the robes on their bodies cracked a lot, and blood flowed out of them, and the wounds were already white.

"Don't shake your mind. Yan Ruyu sighed.

has been beaten like this, and there is still time to look at the injuries on her body, shouldn't you be more wary of her at this time?

Everyone is ashamed, what kind of tone do you want to do with this hatred of iron and steel?

Moreover, you are merciful, why are you still attacking?

In the blink of an eye, Yan Ruyu changed her swordsmanship again.

At the moment, her holy aura is no longer hidden, like the Nine Heavens Xuannu descending into the world.

"This is the second half of the lost female Jade Peak's Peak Sword Technique, the Jade Girl Sword Sutra. Elder Yuying sighed.

When this swordsmanship reached her hands, there was no lower half, and the power was naturally not so great. Although now, she still hasn't been able to understand the first half of the swordsmanship.

The Jade Girl's swordsmanship, don't look at the gentleness as flowing water, the power is no worse than the previous Mingzhen cultivation world's several sets of swordsmanship, so that you die in the gentle township with a smile, and you feel that you have been saved by her.