In the realm of yin and yang mountains and seas, within the vast yin sea, on the only island, there should be yang energy. But now, it's bland, no different from the outside world.

The scope of this island is similar to that of Yin Lake, and in the ordinary environment, the aura of Yang Spirit is particularly obvious. But as long as the martial arts are strong, as long as they live in a corner, they can find out the general location of all the yang spirits on the entire island.

At this moment, a man and a woman are on the island. The man was dressed in green clothes and held a pale cyan long sword, and a trace of cold air emanated from the blade. The woman was wearing a long skirt, her temperament was like a blue orchid, and she was holding a purple magnificent sword, and her momentum was much weaker than that of the man next to her.

It was Jiang Wencheng and Zilan.

"Your Royal Highness, this is already the hinterland of the island, and Yang Ling's strength is comparable to the double peak of the Martial Sect, which is already the limit of what we can deal with together. If you go any further, I'm afraid it will be dangerous. Lauder frowned slightly.

Jiang Wencheng's expression was flat, and he nodded, agreeing with Zilan's point of view.

Looking at Jiang Wencheng's expressionless appearance, Zilan sighed, since the auction meeting of Wanbao Pavilion ended, when Jiang Wencheng was behind, it was like a different person. She wanted to ask, but she didn't dare to ask.

She only knew that Jiang Wencheng's changes must be related to Gu Tianyi, and it was not a good thing.

"Gu Tianyi, isn't he just the young patriarch of a declining family, that's all? Why do you feel that he is very mysterious, for him, His Royal Highness the Prince of the World did not hesitate to join forces with his sworn enemy Jiang Chenyu. Moreover, His Royal Highness the Prince has changed, which makes me feel so strange......"

Just as Zilan was thinking about it, Jiang Wencheng had already exchanged hands with a Yang Spirit who was at the peak of the Martial Sect.

"Zilan, what do you want, come and help!" Jiang Wencheng shouted.

"Yes!"

Zilan was stunned for a moment, and immediately came back to her senses, releasing the Ten Thousand Blades Youlan Martial Soul, and the martial arts sect's cultivation was fully revealed.

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out a sword flower, and the sword qi shot towards Yang Ling.

But at this moment, an icy chill came, and the temperature around him plummeted. Above the sky, the cold light flickered, and under the ice and snow storm, a pure white giant sword more than ten zhang long swept down.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang.

Seeing this, Jiang Wencheng immediately turned the Qingying Sword Martial Soul and turned the offensive to the defensive, but he was still knocked out by the giant sword Yu Wei that fell from the sky.

The cold air was high and the white mist covered the view.

"His Royal Highness!"

Zilan was startled and hurriedly chased in the direction where Jiang Wencheng flew out.

When the wind blew away the white mist, a crack more than ten zhang long was left on the ground that had just been crossed. And the yang spirit that was fighting with Jiang Wencheng directly disappeared, turned into a touch of quantitative spiritual power, soared upward, and entrenched itself on a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

This person is Gu Qingrui.

She stood in the air, even in the face of Jiang Wencheng, she still had that arrogant look.

The cold gaze stared at the pale cyan sword martial soul suspended behind Jiang Wencheng, controlling the spirit treasure and coming towards Jiang Wencheng.

"Gu Qingrui!" Jiang Wencheng also recognized her, there was a touch of jealousy in his expression, and he frowned: "This yang spirit, you killed it, and it will be yours." Now there is less than an hour before the end of the Three Sects of the Blue Dragon Society, and I don't want to fight with you for anything. ”

"With this non-boundary, you go to the east, we go to the west, and we don't have to involve each other, how about it?"

Jiang Wencheng's words revealed a bit of emptiness.

He knew everything about Gu Qingrui from Jiang Chenyu, and he also knew that she was from outside the territory. For this kind of person, if you can not provoke, it is better not to provoke.

What's more, now in the Yin and Yang Mountains and Seas Realm, in Gu Qingrui's eyes, everyone in the domain is an ant. She doesn't have much sense when it comes to ants.

Jiang Wencheng said, glanced at Zilan, and the two turned around to leave.

Rumble!

As soon as the two of them took a step, the Cold Sky Sword fell from the sky and inserted it in front of them, blocking their way.

Jiang Wencheng and Gu Qingrui are also the peak cultivation of the Martial Sect, and they are also sword martial spirits, but the gap between the two is like a chasm.

Looking at what Gu Qingrui did, he didn't plan to let them go.

"Gu Qingrui, do you have anything else?" Jiang Wencheng looked back at her and said.

"I don't know you, but you know my name, tell me, who are you?" asked Gu Qingrui.

"The prince of the Qing Netherworld, Jiang Wencheng. Jiang Wen admitted.

He deliberately named the four words of Youwang Shizi, hoping that Gu Qingrui could be a little measured and not embarrass him too much.

Hearing this, Gu Qingrui chuckled, showed a look of interest, and said, "Prince Youwang, then you and Jiang Chenyu should have a good relationship?"

"I can only say that I know, but it's not good. Jiang Wen admitted.

"Oh, then what is the name of your martial soul, and where did it come from?" asked Gu Miyin.

From beginning to end, she was looking at the Qing Ying Sword Martial Spirit.

Her question was very jumpy, which made Jiang Wencheng a little confused, but since she opened her mouth, Jiang Wencheng could only answer truthfully:

"This is the royal family of the Qing Ying Kingdom, the martial soul that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Jiang family, called the Qing Ying Sword. ”

As soon as the three words of the Qingying Sword came out, Gu Qingrui was slightly moved, and the corners of her mouth outlined a sneer.

"You mean, the Blue Sword?"

Before the words fell, Gu Qingrui had already come to Jiang Wencheng.

The little hand poked out like a ghost, and the cold spiritual power condensed into a palm, pinching Jiang Wencheng's neck. The arm was raised slightly, Jiang Wencheng did not have the slightest ability to resist, and was directly lifted up, his face flushed.

"What do you want to do to His Royal Highness?" Zilan said angrily.

The Ten Thousand Blades Youlan Martial Spirit was unleashed, and its power merged into the purple long sword, slashing towards Gu Qingrui.

"Get out!"

With a soft drink, the sound waves and the gang qi fused, and Zilan Zhen flew out several feet.

Purple Lauder's eyebrows frowned slightly, and blood spilled from the corners of her mouth.

Gu Qingrui didn't take Zilan in her eyes, in her opinion, Zilan was just an ant, dispensable. Now, she was attracted by the Qing Ying Sword Martial Spirit, so she naturally didn't have the energy to care about these inconsequential people.

"Qing Ying Sword, how can it be pointed at by ordinary people like you? No wonder Jiang Chenyu has never used his martial soul in front of me, so it is. As the son of the world, he is much smarter than you. ”

"I'm going to dig it up now to see what kind of reputation you have with this Blue Soul Sword Martial Soul!"

Gu Qingrui's mind moved, and around her body, cold sword qi condensed. The sword qi gradually condensed, and each handle seemed to be carved from ice crystals, sharp and full of artistry.

"You madman!" Jiang Wencheng clenched his teeth, and there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Hehe, you ant, whatever you want. ”

Rumble!

The cold long sword turned into a white sword, and each one made a sharp wind-breaking sound, stabbing towards Jiang Wencheng.

But when the blade of the sword was less than three inches away from Jiang Wencheng, they all stopped.

At this moment, a flash of blue light burst out from Jiang Wencheng's body, enveloping the sword hanging in the air around him.

"The third supernatural power, the Qing Ying Mantra!" Jiang Wencheng's face distorted, and these words slowly popped out of his mouth.

Then he turned to Zilan and said, "Let's go!"

Zilan's delicate body trembled, staring at Gu Qingrui and Jiang Wencheng who was in the Qingying Mantra, with a hint of determination in her eyes. Purple light flashed, and Edgeworth departed.

"Hehe, the green mantra, interesting, I was trying to find a punching bag and vent it well. Since you sent it to the door, let's have a good time with you. Gu Qingrui sneered.